Feed My Affection Novels & Stories

“Open for me, baby.” He obeyed, letting me feed him slowly, one spoonful at a time. Between bites, I wiped his mouth with a napkin and pressed soft kisses to his temple, his cheek, anywhere I could reach. “You’re doing so well,” I encouraged gently. “My strong, sweet man. Let me take care of you like you always take care of us.” He melted under my words and touch, the tension easing from his powerful frame as I continued feeding him. Every time our eyes met, I felt that deep, addictive pull, the love that had grown from darkness into something beautiful and unbreakable.

However, it was already too late when she fed my open mouth. "Thank you," I uttered to her after swallowing the food she feds into my mouth. "And I'm sorry." "Sorry? For what?" she asked me while keeping my mouth filled with food. "Sorry that you were the first person who falls in love with me." I quickly close my mouth and bestowed her with a smile before she could feed me. Malia smiled back and started chasing me with her spoon filled with food. My stomach was already full, not because of the food, but because of the utter sweetness that happens in the dining area.

" Sarah added supportively Felicia pauses for a moment, seemingly taken aback by her friends' genuine concern and support. " You're right, guys. I've been so consumed by this need for power and control that I lost sight of what really matters. I don't want to be that person anymore" Felicia said and her friends gave a big hug " we are happy to hear that" " but have you guys see Jason the soccer captain, he is incredibly cute, I just can't stop thinking of him, I have decided to chase he and he would be mine and mine only" Felicia said with a pout and her friends laughed as they realised that there friend was back

As soon as he finished speaking, his scorching and passionate kiss descended again. The twilight had already settled. Old habits die hard, and Julie had only left a single entrance light on before she left. The surroundings were dim and obscure, with the bright light glaring on Frank's head. I trembled instinctively, looking at the man who had always shown me special affection, feeling like something in my heart was being refilled. Filled to the brim. At a certain hazy moment, I suddenly understood that everyone in their lifetime would receive one special affection. There would always be someone who comes into your life just for you.

“Maybe he's falling for you, Sasha bear.” I instantly shake my head, his words from the other morning echoing in my brain, he said those right after telling me he loved me. “I Don't think so, he said he's incapable of feeling that way for anyone and his mom herself told me not to feel bad if he's not affectionate with me.” “No ty govorish, chto on da.” (But you say he is.) Luna points out, an actual fact. He's overly affectionate with me, almost obsessive.

I need her to understand that she is the only thing on this earth that makes sense to me. I pull back just enough to catch her gaze. It is still as green, still as soft, and currently drowning in the same hunger that’s clawing at my gut. “If you had even a fraction of an idea of the depth of my affection,” I rasp, my voice sounding like it’s been dragged over gravel, “you’d never doubt yourself again. You could tell me to burn this whole city to the ground, and I’d do it without a second thoughts.” She blinks rapidly, her mouth falling open in a stunned silence. Then, slowly, the corners of her lips lift and her eyes lit up with a genuine, radiant warmth.

She spoke carefully as though she was trying to remember everything that she had been taught. Deep down she knew that she likes Andre but she also knew that she likes him as a friend. Although lately, the strange feeling at the pit of her stomach whenever he is closer to her makes her thinks otherwise. The feeling cannot be described or simply explained by words. "Well, you can like a person as friends but you can also like a person as lovers as well. It's called showing affection which is bigger than the one accorded to people whom we consider as our friends."

I said, he smiled. " you know my child, my constant nagging is not because I crave for sweets or something, it's because, I really love when she instructs me on what to eat and what not to, you know why I always forget to take medicines, because I love when she herself passes me that". I genuinely smiled. Well I also dreamt of a sweet caring life partner,I don't ask more to God, like not a fancy handsome hunk, I just want a caring lovely partner that's it.

I have sex with the man I love here in the kitchen and it is so romantic. “Open your mouth, Baby,” Kayden motioned to me and which makes my face flush. “Hey, I have hands,” I replied but he glared at me. “Stop complaining, Margarette. Just do what I want and please open your mouth now,” he commanded and I left no other options but to follow him. I allowed him to feed me and my heart was so happy about it. Kayden was so sweet to me and I shouldn't doubt the love he was giving me. He loves me and I will always remember that.

I sat down. River breeze hit my face while lights across the water broke into trembling gold. The first bite of cake melted on my tongue, sweet cream mixing with bitter coffee liqueur. I closed my eyes. So good. So this was what being alive felt like. The comments went quiet for a second before slowly scrolling again— [He's eating like it actually matters...] [Why do I suddenly feel bad for him?] [If I only had ten days left, I'd want one good meal too.]