I met my wife online and, since I'm totally blind, there have never been any photographs before we met, and visual connection since we met.
So her body was not the source of my initial attraction. Now we are together, I can increasingly glory in her wonderful flesh for 2 reasons.
First, because that flesh has grown more abundant, which excites me a lot. Second, she has begun to put her enjoyment of food above guilty worry about what others will think if her physical appearance changes. And this has something to do with living with someone to whom "appearance" means nothing.
I have never been a feeder; it's voluntary self-indulgence that turns me on, in addition to its results.
Initially, I think she was content to enjoy my enjoyment, with the inevitable occasional worries that this was the main reason why I love her. That's an easy conclusion to which anyone can jump, given the intensity with which I enjoy her physically.
I think now, she begins to understand the sensuality of her own fat, and our sex has become more mutually pleasurable.
Her softness, lovely mobile back fat which she likes me to massage, which is where the "mutual" bit comes in. Large pendulous breasts and a marvellously growing weighty belly are, I think and hope, becoming part of our sexual relationship, rather than simply something I get off on.
Added to all the other lovable things about her - intelligence, creativity, and a preparedness to cope with her own difficult bits - I have plenty to celebrate.
So her body was not the source of my initial attraction. Now we are together, I can increasingly glory in her wonderful flesh for 2 reasons.
First, because that flesh has grown more abundant, which excites me a lot. Second, she has begun to put her enjoyment of food above guilty worry about what others will think if her physical appearance changes. And this has something to do with living with someone to whom "appearance" means nothing.
I have never been a feeder; it's voluntary self-indulgence that turns me on, in addition to its results.
Initially, I think she was content to enjoy my enjoyment, with the inevitable occasional worries that this was the main reason why I love her. That's an easy conclusion to which anyone can jump, given the intensity with which I enjoy her physically.
I think now, she begins to understand the sensuality of her own fat, and our sex has become more mutually pleasurable.
Her softness, lovely mobile back fat which she likes me to massage, which is where the "mutual" bit comes in. Large pendulous breasts and a marvellously growing weighty belly are, I think and hope, becoming part of our sexual relationship, rather than simply something I get off on.
Added to all the other lovable things about her - intelligence, creativity, and a preparedness to cope with her own difficult bits - I have plenty to celebrate.
