Feeding, ~FFA, Feedee - [Author's Note: This is a micro story to tide you over until I finish part 2 of Gluttony & Lust. Also true. Enjoy!]
Even when I was still too shy to mention feederism, Deep End was always saying things which excited me. Im unsure if he ever did it on purpose, though.
One time, he told a story about his girlfriend sending him pictures of food that she was eating in order to torment him while he was on a diet. You should never torture a man that way! he said. It was stomach torture!
Another time, after a play party, we all piled into two cars to continue with an orgy at Skinny Btchs place. We stopped at CVS to get drinks and booze and chocolateor, at least, I came out with a pack of 25 chocolate chip cookies. Deep End asked for one, so I unwrapped it and passed it to him over the seat while he was driving.
Thanks, Molly.
Any time, I said quietly, which is my catch-all phrase for when Im not used to being thanked.
He laughed as he bit into it. Dont say that, he told me, or when Im in Florida next week youll get a phone call from me where I just say, Cookie.
I was inordinately pleased at the thought of having to get on a plane and fly for hours to meet his demands. Skinny Btch suggested that if I was really devoted I would have to bake them myself, then keep them warm all the way between my thighs.
Tidbit
By Molly Ren
By Molly Ren
Even when I was still too shy to mention feederism, Deep End was always saying things which excited me. Im unsure if he ever did it on purpose, though.
One time, he told a story about his girlfriend sending him pictures of food that she was eating in order to torment him while he was on a diet. You should never torture a man that way! he said. It was stomach torture!
Another time, after a play party, we all piled into two cars to continue with an orgy at Skinny Btchs place. We stopped at CVS to get drinks and booze and chocolateor, at least, I came out with a pack of 25 chocolate chip cookies. Deep End asked for one, so I unwrapped it and passed it to him over the seat while he was driving.
Thanks, Molly.
Any time, I said quietly, which is my catch-all phrase for when Im not used to being thanked.
He laughed as he bit into it. Dont say that, he told me, or when Im in Florida next week youll get a phone call from me where I just say, Cookie.
I was inordinately pleased at the thought of having to get on a plane and fly for hours to meet his demands. Skinny Btch suggested that if I was really devoted I would have to bake them myself, then keep them warm all the way between my thighs.
