Eat Me Out Novels & Stories

I'd go jogging and then maybe eat outside. I don't really like going to seat in an eatery.. I prefer placing orders. Maybe I'll just try something new . . . . . TBC

Tyler says, already reaching. "Facilmente," Lucas confirms, in approximate Italian, which earns him a look from Ellie. Mia glances at Elias, and something comes back to her. "You only ordered two things last time at the Tofino beach restaurant." She hesitates, then says it anyway. "Did you actually eat enough?" The table goes briefly quiet. "Hahaha, are you serious?" "Elias, I know you don't eat as much as Lucas and me, but that's practically nothing."

Harry asked as he filled his mouth far too full. "I ate a big lunch at work," I lied. "I'm still stuffed full." The second I got paid from Total Software Solutions I was gonna order the biggest takeout in the world. Of what I chose, not the crap the kids liked. My mouth watered as I imagined the creamy, coconut bliss of Thai Green Curry melting on my tongue. "I'm full," Isaac announced pushing half his omelette and fries toward me. "You've hardly touched it," I said waving the plate away as he tried to force it onto my lap.

Amelia had arranged a separate table just for him. Elijah alone had taken three large plates of food, all sorts of dishes. "Amelia... does he really eat that much?" Maeve was seeing someone eat so much for the first time. She'd seen big eaters on livestreams before, but those were usually edited videos, and their authenticity was questionable. Amelia nodded. "He loves to eat, and he's still growing. Those three plates probably aren't enough." "Still... not enough?" Maeve's eyes widened. "Even an adult would struggle to eat that much. It looks like binge eating."

Nothing else matters to a starving girl ! I strut towards the long table that had various kinds of foods . I grab a plate and the worker posted at the stall helps serve the food onto it . I decide to get a blueberry muffin , sausages and salami with eggs and bacon . Michael stares at my plate , probably wondering if I can finish everything I've gotten . " How do you eat all that and not get fat . Aren't you a human ? " He asks . I scoff . " I still have vampire genes "

I grinned. “How are you acting so normal?” He asked. “First, order, then talk.” I commanded. There was a lot to go over and I barely ate at breakfast because I was so anxious about meeting Nettleston. I needed to be eating more raw and rare meat to keep my demon side happy while I was only feeding from a distance. The steak sandwich would be a good option. It was light, bloody, and appropriate for a lunch food.

“Eat. You’re skinny. You young people should focus more on your diet” I picked up the new cutlery and slowly began eating. Maybe staying here wasn't that bad, at least, someone here is human and warm.

I hadn’t returned any of his texts or calls since yesterday. My stomach growled the moment I smelled the food. Brian walked in with two giant takeout bags like a hero, unbothered that I hadn’t moved to welcome him. “Okay,” he said, kicking the door shut with his foot. “We’ve got grilled goat meat, peppered chicken, turkey wings, gizzard skewers, plantains, and enough sauce to drown your sorrows in.” “You robbed a restaurant?” “I robbed five,” he said with a straight face. “Now sit up and eat like your life depends on it.”

"Alright, Wife. Then I'll order Lazanki with extra meat for you. Also meat cheese bread, roast beef and cream soup with ham and bacon. You should eat a lot of meat to be more energetic later." Elisha's forehead creased. She was astonished by Alex's words earlier. Why does Alex say as if after this, Elisha is going to do strenuous exercise, huh? However, it seemed that tonight was full of things that surprised Elisha. It was then that the diners started muttering while pointing at their cell phones. "Have you seen the latest news?" "Oh, my God. I can't believe this is happening." "Is that so? But isn't this an embarrassing thing?"

Life’s too short to always choose the apple. I don’t bother grabbing a plate to eat like a mannered person I probably should. Who needs proper table manners when it’s midnight and no one’s around to judge? I throw caution to the wind and ditch the plate, opting instead for just a fork to shovel the food into my mouth like a starving animal. It’s not pretty, but damn, it’s satisfying.