First off, I genuinely hate using that term – ‘wife beater’. Like really really fuckin’ hate it. I don’t take lightly the idea of hitting women, or women hitting men for that matter, so it has never sat well with me.
But since nobody knows what the fuck an “A Shirt” is, which is what they are actually called, here I am regurgitating the dumb phrase in order to paint a picture for the readers of the blog.
So you are no doubt wondering “where the hell are you going with this one, TRD?”, so let me begin again after prefacing.
My Wife Beater Tank Top…
You see, each day I start with a nice stretch, a yank on my hard cock just to make sure ole’ Sir Porkington is still with us, scratch my shaven balls, a fresh brew of strong ass coffee, a shower with a shave on my head and often package, Versace Blue on my chest, Axe Forest on my manhood, black boxer briefs, and a white, grey, or black Hanes tank top under my white Hanes T, a button-up, jeans, and flip-flops. Time to earn some money, Type-A style.
When it’s time to get down to business in bed, it’s my tank that is clinging tight to my chest. It’s the last thing to come off and tends to stay on the bed when I eat your pussy. When I finger you so relentlessly, it’s what wipes up your thighs. Sometimes I’ll use it to tie your hands together above your head.
You will love my tank top. Not because it is sexy, which it is, or because it acts as an easy-to-break-free-of restraint, which it does.
Nope. You will love it, because…
It buys you time.
You see after I eat your princess parts into a frenzy and make you cum a handful of times, I will finger you good for safe measure. You will be thoroughly wrecked by now.
Unable to really do much with your arms, you might as well forget about having any control over your lower half. You just ran a marathon and didn’t move.
That’s about when I bring home the goods. Thrashing around inside you with a hard dick and watching you fall apart as you cum again, this time with your O spot as my accomplice.
I deliver my seed into you. Hold for a good few seconds.
Reach for my tank top.
Put it right between your legs.
And buy you some time.
Also published on Medium.