Jutting belly, under a glossy nylon shirt, his profile like an enormous D, he watched the screen with one hand gripping an amber brew. His hair was shorn (what was left of it) and speckled the rolls of fat with clustered where the nape of his neck should have been. There was clear pitting on his cheeks: the result of acne as a youth - hormonal, or was it the result of poor nutrition self-indulged or otherwise indulged? Probably the latter.
His clothes looked clean but there was a distinct smell of fermentation. I could say cheese but that would not account for the squalid sourness of the sweat which must have oozed from between crevices despite the top notes of deodorant and a musky cologne.
When he moved, witnesses might be hypnotised by the undulation. there was a sinuosity to the flesh which moved independently to his core structure which was almost balletic. But was female could possibly be drawn to this?
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Inspiration: I happened to be looking at the title of one of Lewis Carroll's poems, 'The Walrus and The Carpenter' and I used the title to start me off.
His clothes looked clean but there was a distinct smell of fermentation. I could say cheese but that would not account for the squalid sourness of the sweat which must have oozed from between crevices despite the top notes of deodorant and a musky cologne.
When he moved, witnesses might be hypnotised by the undulation. there was a sinuosity to the flesh which moved independently to his core structure which was almost balletic. But was female could possibly be drawn to this?
Time up:
Inspiration: I happened to be looking at the title of one of Lewis Carroll's poems, 'The Walrus and The Carpenter' and I used the title to start me off.
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I would really welcome constructive comments or perhaps even some inspiration. To be honest , I would settle for some encouragement.