Feed My Affection Novels & Stories

Raised together. “They are very affectionate. Very very good. After many years, it still doesn't fade. Special terms but also capitalized. Outstanding.” "That is enough. I don't want to be a talkative person to find out about other people's love stories. This story ends here. That kind of love is enough. So work seriously. No more mistakes can be made.” "It's not good to have too many things. Knowing too much will only add to the trouble." [The host is clear. Last time the host spent a lot of time on meaningless things. The app doesn't know if affection is necessary for the host, but according to the app, it doesn't make any sense.]

“Open.” She sits up slightly, opening her mouth obediently as I feed her the pastry. I savor the moment, the vulnerability in her submission to me. With each bite, she becomes more dependent on me, and I relish it. I slip my fingers into her mouth, running along her tongue, watching her body react to the smallest touch. “Good girl,” I praise softly, the words laced with satisfaction as I continue feeding her.

Besides, I’ve never had anyone take care of me like this, so I want to just soak it up while I can. Who knows what will happen in the future? Deciding to return the favor, I take Ren’s fork from his hand and start feeding him. I know it must look all kinds of weird for anyone watching us: Ren feeding me and me feeding him, but I don’t care. People can say whatever they want about me, but if I want to spoil my man, I will shamelessly do so. The realization that every meal we share might be our last one has completely gotten rid of any apprehension or embarrassment I would normally feel while being affectionate with my man. I want to cherish every second we spend together because we never know

“ I'm really sorry for not showing you how much I cared about you.” Why is he doing this? Why is he making my heart beat for him right now? I thought I was angry at him a few minutes ago? but If I were, then why am I fascinated about him? Wishing he would lick my wet p**sy and make me shiver under his control? “But I really do care and love you, I'm not that good at showing my emotions, but with time you will get it.” He took a fork from the cutlery on the tray and cut the chicken which was inside the food I was eating in pieces and started feeding me with it.

she said softly, taking the fork and spearing a piece of food. She brought the fork to my mouth, and I ate, our eyes locking in a moment of intimacy. Joanna smiled, feeding me another bite, her touch gentle and caring. My heart tingled with excitement and I didn't want to show it too much but heart almost exploded at that. As we ate, the silence between us was comfortable, punctuated only by the sound of utensils on plates. Joanna's feeding me felt...natural, like a gesture of gratitude and affection. I savored each bite, enjoying the taste of the food and the warmth of her presence. She would also eat for herself while feeding me, maybe getting injured wasn't so bad after all.

"I know you miss them but you'll see them soon. " " What is your endgame?" " Michelangelo doesn't know how to love you properly and he needs to appreciate what he has . He's had everything at his disposal including you ... " " He kept me though. " My tummy started rumbling . " You need to fuel up . " "Right what if I don't want to eat?" "I will feed you myself and it will be so satisfying to irritate my brother and tell him that I fed you." " You wouldn't."

"You can't meet starving yourself. Come on, just this. It's good, I promise." I hesitated, but her pleading eyes and the warmth of the soup finally broke through my resistance. With a sigh, I opened my mouth, allowing her to feed me. The first spoonful was a struggle, but as I swallowed, a flicker of warmth spread through me. Slowly, painstakingly, I began to eat, each bite a small victory against the overwhelming sadness.

I lean into it on instinct. The movement surprises even me. I don't lean into Jordan because I want him. I lean into simple affection because lately it feels like everyone who is supposed to love me is afraid to show it. I’ve been starving for a pinch of affection from both of my mates and as much as Virgo is trying, he’s afraid to really let go. “Jordan you can’t come back here,” I say. “I will come if you call, and besides I’ll be seeing your mates soon,” he says.

His eyes sparkled with mischief and love as he whispered, "Allow me to feed you, my love." I couldn't help but blush, feeling a rush of warmth spread through me. I playfully opened my mouth, accepting the morsel from his fingers. It was a small gesture, but at that moment, it spoke volumes of our connection, trust, and the tenderness we shared. Embracing the romantic ambiance, I returned the favor, selecting a delicate delicacy from the table and offering it to Michael. Our eyes locked, and a shared smile passed between us, encapsulating the joy and playfulness of our love.

he once asked Aefstine. Aefstine smiled sadly. “Different people shows affection in different ways, my child. Sometimes, they would act the opposite of what they truly feel, for a lot of reasons. They could be shy, scared, or held back by something, like their past or what it contains,” he touched Alarick’s head the way he used to do when he was still a kid. “You just have to keep on showing them how much they mean to you, and soon, they will realize that they have nothing to worry and fear about.” “Is that how you came to love vardekka? Because he kept on showing you how much he loves you?” he asked.