Eat Me Out Novels & Stories

I’m too nervous to eat. Bram notices my lack of enthusiasm for his gesture, “Eat. You gotta keep up your energy Swift. It’s a long drive tomorrow.” I pick up a fry and nibble it, the grease making my stomach churn even more. But I shove it in my mouth and gulp it down anyway.

"Ever since Ms. Everhart came over, the place has really come alive. It's obvious you need a woman around. "Tell me, how long has it been since you last had a warm meal at night? These simple home-cooked dishes are just as good as anything you'd get at a restaurant. Eating out all the time can easily give you Helicobacter pylori—" Without missing a beat, Ezekiel grabbed a chicken wing and shoved it into George's mouth. "I bet your mouth is crawling with bacteria. If food won't shut you up, then your only option is to eat shit."

Edward Mitchell stroked the corner of her lips again, until red. Anne Jenner dodged, saying, "Then I'll prepare you guys too." Edward Mitchell: ". . . . . " "I accept ten people alone." Edward Mitchell snorted coldly, started roasting the goat for her, and picked up the enoki mushrooms for her, and Anne Jenner looked at him, "Have you eaten yet?" "Haven't eaten yet." "Then eat it yourself." Edward Mitchell put the goat meat in front of her mouth, "Eat." "Don't let me feed you with my mouth, it's not easy to see."

The symbol of the grime clan blazed like an ashen emblem against the brown background of the final layer, and Mel’s eyes widened in awe. “This… this is…” Mel stared at it, speechless. Eustace’s lips spread in a fond smile and she stared silently at Mel for a while, pleased. “You will have to remain standing for a short while,” she softly said, taking hold of Mel’s fingers. “Once we’re done with your face, we should be set for the evening.” Mel contemplated asking Eustace if she could eat since she had missed lunch but thought against it. There would be a feast during the ceremony. She would eat then.

The fever was getting to me, so I accidentally ran into a customer while serving food. The pain from the hot food spilling on my arm cleared my mind for a brief moment. Then, the sound of things shattering made my heart sink. I stared at the broken bracelet on the floor. In the next second, I was slapped hard. "How the heck were you trying to serve the food? Are you blind? Look at how you've broken my bracelet! You'd better start thinking about how you're going to pay me back for it!

Balsamic-Glazed Steak Rolls. Buffalo Chicken Salad Puffs. I eat. I EAT. I can't hold back, every bite I feel heaven through my tongue. ""Isn't she is ashamed?" I heard someone whispered. ""No, I'm not! I'm irresistible and all of you, filthy riches. You didn't know how lucky you are to have a privilege to eat exquisite like this."" I flabbergasted and after what I shout the silence occur. I continued to eat. Eat. Eat.

Time for plan B. ‘Yeah, burn the penthouse down,’ ‘my inner voice proded. No.. pry subtler. “Fine, let’s get Chinese takeout and maybe some In-N-Out. I haven’t had those in a long while,” I said, and Adrian shot me a glare. “No fucking way in hell am I eating from a restaurant or a shitty drive-thru where I don’t know what and how the food is made from. Hard pass. Let’s go back to the house… I’ll fuck you and make you a good meal.”

"Shit, where do I even start? Everything looks amazing! And Jesus Christ, I don't have money for this!" "Don't worry about what it costs—after having lived for decades, money hardly matters. Pick whatever you like. I already paid for the all-inclusive, which means the breakfast buffet is included." My heart falters, and guilt eats me up alive. "I almost forgot you don't eat human food. I'm sorry, watching me eat must be torture." "No," Elijah says. "I can eat, but most things don't taste well. Therefore, I choose not to eat," his lips form a smile. "But if you want to make me happy, then go all out and eat to your heart's content."

“Did you drink the milk? Did you also consume the soup that I prepared? What if you were to fall ill again? You should take things slowly—" “Sir. Thank you for your concern. But you are no longer in your line.” I walked up to the table and sat down right away. Oh my god, this is the first time in a long time that I'll be eating home-cooked meals. Mostly because I only purchase from the cafeteria or convenience shop, I am able to remove the carcinogen from my system. "What exactly is out of line—"

Zach asked. "Dad, are you out of your mind?" Eugene interrupted. "Mommy Zayla just had a baby! Of course, she's weak right now. You should find Joey and have her make some chicken soup for Mommy Zayla!" Before Zach could respond, Eugene snatched his phone from his hand. "Mr. Stewart, how much did my mom pay you to help her with this act?" Eugene grinned mischievously. "Me and Dad will pay you double what she did!"