I’m not overweight but I like the idea of being fed, even if it’s by someone whose goal is to put the pounds on me so of course I go for feeder phone sex. There is something about giving someone food that is inherently kind of nurturing but also kind of dominant because the feeder is controlling me at the level of survival. I used to have a guy in my life who was something of a feeder. He was an excellent cook and he liked to bring me my meals in bed and then watch me eat them. “I like the idea of feeding you, Sybil,” he said. “Because it’s a way I’m contributing to you being alive. I really like to watch you enjoy the food that I’ve made for you. When you savor a meal I cooked, it’s a way that I’ve given you pleasure.” I even got recipes from this guy that I like to feed from my husband because they were really good recipes. He once showed me a photograph of a mother bird bringing worms to feather-less baby birds in a nest. “That mother bird is feeing her babies and keeping them alive,” the guy said. “I like to think that’s what I’m doing for you.” Then he slapped me on my ass and said, “I helped make this ass round!”
“Do you want to make me fat?” I asked him. He grinned and said, in a teasing kind of way, “You know, Sybil, I wouldn’t mind at all if you got a little chubby. A woman with meat on her bones can be a turn-on to me!” He had a special dessert that he liked to bring to me of a strawberry shortcake. One time after I finished the dessert, he sprayed some whipped cream on my tummy and the two of us ate it from there with him eating it directly off my tummy and me eating it from his hand. Sometimes he liked to put strawberry jam on my nipples and then eat the jam off. He was very enthusiastic about it because he always left marks on my boobies. I like to talk about my experiences with that feeder and hear from other guys who like feeding so I really look forward to feeder phone sex.
Sybil – 1 888 8 FREAKY
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