The Essence of Hog in the Air
Dawn glanced across the kitchen table at Burt as he munched down a ration of sausage, eggs and flapjacks. She was amazed at how he managed to devour such a meal, particularly since his choppers lay submerged in a mug beside their bed. With his massive beer belly protruding over the table, the springy hairs on his bare chest snared the last morsels of his breakfast.
“C’mon baby! How ‘bout a little quickie before work?” Burt pleaded as he ventured toward her. Dawn leaped from the table, “I’ll be back, need to empty the garbage,” she announced, grabbing the Hefty bag as she sprinted out the door.
Burt was mindful of Dawn’s hidden sexual desires, yet he also knew her secret, her aphrodisiac, her Achilles’ heal. He grabbed a frying pan and went to work. When Dawn returned, an invigorating fragrance marinated throughout the house. It was the sweet smell of bacon. “Oh! God! He didn’t!” cried Dawn
It only took a whiff of the pig fat to saturate her panties. Turkey bacon, hickory smoked, Canadian, you name it. She found Burt at the stove sautéing the odoriferous pork, and marveled on how he began to liberally lubricate mutton grease all over his exposed hide.
Dawn, who was perpetually passionless, could not control the bizarre urges she was experiencing around this sow of a man. The aroma of bacon steadily added to her desires. She squealed as Burt, his hands oil-rich in bacon fat, passionately slid up her thighs, while his fatty digits penetrated her innards.
Dawn frowned on oral sex. However, Burt was not playing fair; he wrapped a morsel of fat back strategically around his firm piglet and guided her to his succulent feast.
In exhilaration, Burt roared, “Thank God for Bacon! Bacon! Bacon!”
Copyright © 2005 by Audrey West. All rights reserved.
I haven’t had anything published besides in an anthology, and I have a few poems that have reached the finalist status in various contests. I presently enter writing contest just to keep me writing and to discipline myself regarding word count and deadlines. I have always loved writing and have been doing so for over 20 years. I have just started to submit my work. I have a great sense of humor and thought it would be profitable to use it in my writing. I usually don’t write fiction, I am more into nonfiction. I write a lot of memoirs and just started writing poems over the past five months. I am presently writing a personal biography (memoir). I would love to write a screenplay and for Saturday Night Live or Mad TV.
I am a widow, with four grown children and six grandchildren. I am in my early fifties. Still have a lot left in me (smile). I am a Social Worker by profession. And I love letter writing. About 20 years ago I had over 60 pen pals from all over the world. Handwritten letters, way before E-mails were thought about. I submit my stories all over the web.
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