Feed My Affection Novels & Stories

Henry's expression was one of genuine bewilderment. He smiled and affectionately squeezed my cheek, saying, "I'm happy as long as you're by my side. Is there a reason why you're acting so strange today, Claire? "I'll talk to you later since I need to go make that chicken noodle soup of yours; otherwise, you'll genuinely catch a bad cold."

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 didn’t mean it that way. What I mean is that, what you feel for me is basically affection. You don’t act as if you are interested in taking our relationship to the next level." "Who is feeding you with such lies? And how is it possible for me to show affection to you and not love you?" “Look Bisi, I don't have time to answer those questions. Nothing in this world seems to interest me more than listening to you but I think we are falling apart. I have lots of things to think about in my life. I have been broken by people lots of times and I can't say that I feel comfortable repeating it all over again. It seems like most people don't care about the love that I show to them. I feel there is

“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

"I love you, Finn. I really love you." A late confession... but it was worth it. The room became warmer. [DING! Affection +4] [Congratulations, host! Affection point= 99%] [Be prepared to meet the third target!]

“You behaved like an untrustworthy child this afternoon and you shall be treated as such. I want you to keep quiet while I am feeding you and then we will talk.” I don't know what bothers me the most, to be fed like a baby or the fact that I upset him. I can't help but blush when he brings the food to my mouth because it is nothing sexy like what you see in movies when two lovers share the meal they chose at a restaurant. Here, I just feel like I am a two-year old being fed by an adult. But what I hate the most are the disappointment on his face and the unpleasant tingles it sends to my chest.

“ Okay “ I agreed with a silly smile and let him feed me. I was happy, of course the food he fed me filled my stomach but that’s not the reason I'm happy right now. I’m happy because he exists in my life, pampering me with so much love and affection that I couldn't ask for more. Gulping the good down, I asked him, “ aren’t you hungry ?” As much as I remember he didn’t have dinner just like me, because we both were too busy savouring each other’s bodies lately.