Romans & histoires Spoon-fed Book

When the spoon approached her mouth, she simply turned over and opened her mouth to let him feed her. After taking a small bite, she couldn't help but lick her lips lightly. It turned out to be almond pudding. Although it wasn't as delicious as Eva's fresh and tender pudding, it was still a rare delicacy for someone who had been traveling for so long, so Selena couldn't help but eat a few more bites.

Luna Martha informed me, handing me a stack of paper which I put on my lap. The title read 'Rules for Dinners’ and it was one of the many books which she had given me to read and study. This book was twenty pages long and it had a load of words and images which told me what to wear, how to act and so forth. I really felt bad for the trees that this book came out of.

He was not even a fan of books so she wondered why he was suddenly interested in reading in. She did not mind his suggestion as she wanted to soak in the beauty and smell of the place for as long as possible. She was going to read in anyway. "We have a variety of books that you can choose from. From comic books to X-rated books. " the girl said pointing in the direction of the books. "We also provide a self care service where you can order any kind of meal and have it delivered on the condition that it is only eaten within the compartment provided for you" the girl explained.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

She has Marcus's blue eyes and my dark hair, and she is the most beautiful thing in the world. "Come on, sweetie, open up, ahhh—" Marcus is patiently feeding Julia mashed carrots. She's giggling, getting it all over her face, and he just wipes it away with a gentle smile. Watching them, a warmth fills my heart. This is the life I always wanted. No lies, no betrayal. Just simple, honest love. "Honey," I say, getting up from the sofa. "I'm craving lobster pasta." Marcus turns and smiles at me. "You got it. I'll make it for us tonight."

When the ache in my leg became unbearable, I carried her to bed and cocooned her beneath the covers. The nightstand held the tray, neatly positioned, as I took my seat facing it. With a deliberate motion, I lifted the spoon from the tray. Nona's query broke the silence, "Is there anything else you need?" A gentle shake of my head conveyed my contentment. The spoon held a small mound of rice, poised for its purpose. Bringing the spoonful to Rebecca's lips, she accepted it wordlessly, a simple act that ignited a surge of hope within me. After relentless days of imploring and coaxing, a breakthrough had emerged in her eating routine just the day before.

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He held a spoonful of soup, near Flora's lips. Even the most oblivious could discern, their daughter was teasing them for spoon-feeding each other. The boy, acting like a proper elder brother, furrowed his brows sternly: "No way, not spoon-feeding, no matter how much you act cute."

I brought just one spoon Me: I only brought one spoon He took it from me and put it in the food Andy: it's blessed, amen I smiled He took a little of it and brought it to my mouth. I opened up and he gently fed me. Next he fed himself Andy: did a maid or chef make this? Me: I think my mom did Andy: it's good He took another spoon and nodded then another spoon. I chuckled Me: mister, you're forgetting me He chuckled and fed me three times Andy: now feed me

Just set everything down on the small table, pulled up the other chair, and sat directly in front of me. He stirred the spoon through the broth, blew on it once, and held it out toward my mouth. I just stared at him. The spoon hovered inches from my face, the steam rising between us. I kept staring. The silence stretched until it became unbearable. “Is this some kind of weird fetish?” I finally asked, my voice cracky and dripping with exhaustion and sarcasm. “Tying women up and spoon-feeding them like toddlers? Because if it is, you can go fuck yourself. I’m no longer playing along with whatever sick game this is.”