POETRY: THE 4TH MINIATURE VODKA BOTTLE BY PAUL TRISTRAM

He grimaced slightly, with eyes closed tight

as she inserted the 4th open miniature

vodka bottle slowly into his ass,

whilst frantically sucking his red raw cock.

A few seconds before coming,

he felt the slight trickle of Russian Spirits

meander inside as he exploded into her mouth.

Cringing and sighing as the spurts lessened

in force and the small drinking vessel

slid shyly and pathetically backwards

out of his body and into her waiting hand.

He collapsed sideways onto the bed

and waited for the climactic buzzing to recede

and the alcohol one to take its place.

She had assured him that this wasn’t the easiest

way to get drunk but it was one of the nicest.

He liked fucking Student Nurses, immensely,

for they just knew so much fun stuff

about his body and its desires and addictions.

He smiled, giddily, with a slight dribble of saliva

dripping out of the side of his trembling mouth

as he tried to decide whether or not he could

handle a 5th blowjob and bottle in a row

with nothing in between but half cigarettes?

Written by Paul Tristram

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