This is so rarely talked about in the context of erotic/sexual feeding... but it's there, certainly for me, and I suspect for a lot of other feeders too (regardless of how much/llittle/if at all weight gain that feeder might desire).
And this is from real life, by the way...
It's there in the food-flirting foreplay and it's there at the height of sex, when - in a moment's pause - I kiss a piece of chocolate from my mouth into my lover's mouth....
It's there when I put in the money, time and effort shopping, carrying home and cooking a wonderful, tasty meal for my lover, that I'd never be arsed to cook for myself....
There's love in feeding.
That pasta'n'spinach'n'tuna'n'feta cheese that I cooked? - I put my love into that... It's only one manifestation of my love (there's plenty others, too). But there's love in it.....
There's nurturing... With this I nourish.... There's something so deeply, primitively satisfying in sharing food with someone you really, genuinely love..
(I know guys are not supposed to want to nurture, but I think that's BS.)
And here's where things get a little murkier, a bit more mixed-in-with-the-lust motives for me -
There's the transfomative...
Let's say, hell let's just pretend! that the food I provide helps maintain or add to, (maybe just an ounce) my lover's body... There's the sense that my feelings of love have become, even a little - part of my lover...
Or that she has become wrapped up in my love...
And yes, maybe if she gains a significant amount of weight - perhaps a little "restrained" by my love (that's my dom side peeking out there) ...
We are connected in a very fundamental way -
Intent.
Emotion.
Dragged out from the heart and made real.
Made flesh.
Undeniable witness.
Always with her.
......
And this is from real life, by the way...
It's there in the food-flirting foreplay and it's there at the height of sex, when - in a moment's pause - I kiss a piece of chocolate from my mouth into my lover's mouth....
It's there when I put in the money, time and effort shopping, carrying home and cooking a wonderful, tasty meal for my lover, that I'd never be arsed to cook for myself....
There's love in feeding.
That pasta'n'spinach'n'tuna'n'feta cheese that I cooked? - I put my love into that... It's only one manifestation of my love (there's plenty others, too). But there's love in it.....
There's nurturing... With this I nourish.... There's something so deeply, primitively satisfying in sharing food with someone you really, genuinely love..
(I know guys are not supposed to want to nurture, but I think that's BS.)
And here's where things get a little murkier, a bit more mixed-in-with-the-lust motives for me -
There's the transfomative...
Let's say, hell let's just pretend! that the food I provide helps maintain or add to, (maybe just an ounce) my lover's body... There's the sense that my feelings of love have become, even a little - part of my lover...
Or that she has become wrapped up in my love...
And yes, maybe if she gains a significant amount of weight - perhaps a little "restrained" by my love (that's my dom side peeking out there) ...
We are connected in a very fundamental way -
Intent.
Emotion.
Dragged out from the heart and made real.
Made flesh.
Undeniable witness.
Always with her.
......
