Feed My Affection Novels & Stories

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.]

His eyes meet mine, full of mischief and affection. “Open up,” he says, his voice teasing but warm. “You want me to let you feed me?” I ask, my tone light but still thick with the emotion from earlier. He chuckles, the sound deep and soothing. “Of course. You’ve got to let me spoil you a little.” I roll my eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. “I’m not some helpless damsel." Shaking my head, I take a bite, savoring the taste.

“I said eat little one, that’s an order.” “And I said NO. It’s yours, so you eat.” “And what’s mine is yours and yours is mine, so you eat as well.” Then as if to prove a point does Aaron move to feed me first and then himself once satisfied that I managed to eat. Aaron repeating the process until the omelet was all gone. The feeling of him feeding me more on an intimate level than anything that my cheeks instantly blush. Suddenly aware of what he was doing. ~ Aaron’s POV ~

' 'Don't push your luck,' I nodded and pinned my lips. 'Quick question, please be honest?' 'Shoot,' 'Have any girl ever fed you before?' 'Why will anyone do that, do I look like a fucking toddler to you.' He scoffed. 'Eek!' I squealed with excitement. 'I'm your first, I feel special!' He rolled his eyes and shifted closer to me, so I could feed him while he continued with his phone. I fed him and myself in silent, I hate the silent. My foot tapped impatiently, my mouth itching me to say something witty to annoy him.

she offered, her words a feeble attempt to assuage my anxiety. "Thank you, I'm sorry for snapping earlier, okay?" I apologized, realizing I had overreacted. "It's fine. Let me drop you off and go see Liam. He must be missing his aunt," she suggested with a smile. "I'm starting to feel jealous. He seems to like you more than me," I teased, and we shared a laugh. “Oh C'mon i could never compete with his mum, his first love,” she teased. "So, is my outfit alright?" I inquired.

But since they have their own life, it's time for her to think about my love life. She didn't want to tell Charles that she was lack of sleep, Charles was eager to invite her for dinner. He said they were going to a place that she would definitely like. So, I accommodated his invitation. But, why she can’t feel the excitement. "Because you give him more appreciation than me, Ath. You can sacrifice for him. As for me, no." - He stopped the car on the side of the road and he looked at her. He stared her in the eyes. "You don't know how much I miss you Ath. I miss you so much. But, you didn't even tell me that you miss me too. You're avoiding me— she cut off the rest of what he was going to say

If this is a dream, then I will do everything that I want in reality. "Okay." He murmured and plastered a soft smile to me. "Say ahh" I'm trying to keep my calm, but I want to laugh right now. He treated me like a one-year-old kid. He was doing a plane thingy and swaying the spoon before it directly went into my mouth. He's going to be a good dad, I'm certain about that. I finished my meal like that. I don't understand what happened to me that I wanted to be fed by Taddeio entirely. Maybe because he's too good on it.

Her voice took on a slightly mischievous tone as she added, "And let's not forget, you have inflicted numerous affectionate bites on my shoulders and breasts, each one imparting a delicate imprint of your passion that continues to linger, a sweet and tangible reminder of your affection." "Sure," Samson murmured, his gaze lingering on Sony’s lips. "You are so utterly lovely, a vision that captivates my every sense. I find myself utterly compelled to shower you with affection, express the depth of my feelings in tangible ways, and leave my mark upon you."

Sitting, Anindira, making her small legs encircle Aefar's strong big waist. ''Don't be angry... Your lips don't have any taste, but... It's different in my heart. I don't know what to say... Maybe... Your lips are sweet, I don't know... What I know, is I like the sensation ... I don't even want to stop kissing you, so I just want to bite you.'' ''Bite me?!'' ''Yes…'' “Aefar don't! It will hurt... if it bleeds, I will find it hard to eat spicy...''