hello. this thought has been rattling around in my head for a hot minute now and i need to say it out loud lest i block my penis off with a shotgun. just, gassy bloated achey and just a lil whiney paul. yknow, he does just prefer black coffee, he wants it to wake him up, but theres another reason why he never gets any milk or cream- as hes aged, it was around turning thirty that his body started to fuss about food more, made him sensitive, eventually reaching a point he forwent the occasional splash of cream in his coffee. hes not complaining really, hes never been a sweets kinda guy anyways. issue is, hes also an awkward man, and sometimes this bites him in the ass
hes out with bill n alice, he begged paul to come and help him, and paul relented as long as it was somewhere he wouldnt mind spending a while at. and it was fine, mostly, they went to a lil art museum, paul got to appreciate lots of pots and bowls. however, one hiccup- up front was a lil cafe type spot, next to the gift shop, and theyd all picked up some before going around. and very quickly, as bill and alice struggled to find where they both wanted to be, paul was handed off their drinks, barely any sips taken from either as they squabbled. paul wanted to just toss them, but the trash all had signs saying no liquid, and the anxiety under his skin made his choice- just drink them yourself, and toss the cups. technically they both got decaf, so he should he fine caffeine wise, its just.... bill drinks coffee out of habit, so he valued taste, and alice drank the husk of what one could call coffee around all the caramel. they were both loaded with milk, but paul was too anxious to dump them in the bathroom or stray from the woodwards to find a proper dump. by the time hes finally free of staring at paintings and being a weird third wheel to an strained family moment, hes Feeling it. hes so so damn glad he drove himself here and didnt carpool with bill, he doesnt know how he wouldve handled the others hearing the roaring sound of his bubbling stomach
he finally gets home, eager to sit down and give emma a lil keychain from the gift shop. she likes it, but also hears the cauldron that is her boyfriends stomach, his stomach rounder than usual and gurgling. she knows about his sensitivity, it had to come to light at some point living together, but shes never been witness to it. he goes off to bed, failing to hide a wince as he begins to cramp. and emma, both concerned if hes okay and curious to see him like rhis, follows. auagaghh im high sometjinf sometjhing Tummy rubs kisses he farts so bad she sucks his clit and he whines and apologizes and cums. pathetic gassy twink whos just fulla noises front n back . i need things down to that mans hole fucking expeditious
You making me like Paul even more dude what th he'll this is peak.
Move Emma it's my fucking turn /silly
But yeah Emma is quickly discovering that seeing Paul squirming so much and being all whiney and pathetic is doing something to her. Making her feel extra normal.
She uses the excuse that she only likes the humiliation, that she likes to see him squirm and cry and that she doesn't care about his adorable noisy belly or his farts but she quickly stops lying to herself and admitting that she's just a gross fuck.
