Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... wanted to see him naked. When the server returned with our drinks a short time later, Patrick and I had both decided on dinner. I chose the crab cakes, while he ordered a sirloin.

Before I took a sip of my drink, I offered the glass to Patrick. He tried it, his expression curious. "Damn, that's good," he said. "Might have to get one of those next time." As we chatted, our conversation initially remained in platonic territory. We discussed our jobs and hobbies, and I was delighted to learn Patrick was something of a bookworm as well. He loved sci-fi novels, while I enjoyed reading fiction and nonfiction alike.

It was only when I took the first bite of my meal that I noticed Patrick gazing at me the way he had at the café. It was as if he couldn't help himself. "How is it?" he asked softly.

I struggled to maintain my pleasant expression as I said, "It's delicious. The remoulade sauce is out of this world." I noticed Patrick didn't touch his own food. Instead, he continued watching me, eager for me to take another bite. It was then that understanding washed over me like an icy wave. "Patrick," I said, and my curt tone snapped him out of his reverie. Leaning toward him, I lowered my voice so only he could hear. "Are you a feeder? You know, one of those men who are sexually excited by feeding a fat woman and watching her gain more and more weight?"

"No." His emphatic reply made it clear he knew exactly what I was talking about. "I have no interest in that, Greer. I ...

... don't want you to eat until you're stuffed, and I don't want you to try to gain weight."

"Good, because I'm definitely not doing that."

"That being said, you do have to eat." The heat returned to his stare once more. "And I take great pleasure in watching you do that."

I raised an eyebrow. "Even if I'm eating health food?" I knew there were men who got online and actually paid to watch fat women gorge themselves on food like pizza and ice cream. I doubted any of those men paid to see a woman like me nibble at a salad.

"Well, that would depend on how much pleasure you got from eating the health food," Patrick replied. "If you enjoy eating a carrot as much as you enjoy eating cake, then yes, I'd get sexual satisfaction from watching you eat the carrot."

"I hate carrots," I sighed.

He laughed and reached for my hand. Then his gaze grew tender. "I can only imagine how difficult it is to be a bigger woman in this culture." He gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "I just want you to be kind to yourself. And I want you to recognize the beauty I see every time I look at you."

I closed my eyes for a moment. It was my way of hiding from the emotion so plainly revealed in Patrick's face. I desperately wanted to believe him, but I still struggled with my doubts. Looking at him again, I said, "You tell me you're turned on by fat women, but you don't look like you have an ounce of fat on you. You're probably at the gym every day."

Patrick flashed a wry smile. "Big tits turn ...