The last few months have been rather enjoying the isolation situation it has meant that I had a very good reason to sit on my couch doing nothing but watching netflix and eating. A feeding fetish wet dream really.
Well lets face it that show was on more for background noise for what had my center of attention. The glorious food that I grabbed from the fridge or cupboard. The cream puff or cake or ribs that would have me licking my lips and fingers in pure orgasmic food heaven.
What else made this confinement even better was no one looked twice when the grocery orders were delivered to my house followed by the restaurant deliveries. Ohhh its been pure heaven.
Course what is truly missing is a man with a feeding fetish. Someone one to ask me what his big fat goddess is craving and take that order. To hear him moan over every wonderful sauce dripping item is added to the list. Even asking “Oh baby what about ice cream?”
For I am sure someone with a feeding fetish has his own things he loves to see his chubby princess to eat. Hell to feed her while rubbing that wonderful round belly. To be able to kiss her sticky lips after consuming what ever that dreamy food item is.
Have to say right now my ultimate item is a tuxedo cake part mouse and chocolate cake. God thinking of it has my mouth drooling. If only I had that special someone to venture off to get that for me right now and show up with it at my door.
Thank goodness we have phone fantasies and you can show up at my telephone door any time with what ever food you like. Cant see what you add to my tasty menu.
Just ask for Trisha
