Dangerous Curves 66 (Patreon)

I was in heaven! For as long as I could remember I had to watch what I ate, I had to hide what I ate and the bathroom scale was always something to be dreaded. Even when I was a model and went from a size 10 to a 12, I was still under the scrutiny of my agent, although that was also a freeing experience, and probably what caused me to develop this little fetish, now that I think about it. And with Tom I felt free and I felt sexy. I had a man who understood me, well almost had a man. After all, I was still married, at least for now.

He and I took the week with Brian away as a liberating holiday of sex and overindulgence. He wined and dined me every night and I drank and ate to my heart’s content, maybe too much with the wine but then again there’s no such thing as too much wine. We went on fast food drive through binges everyday, well, I binged he drove. He cooked for me, anything I wanted anytime I wanted it. He made me Mexican food, lasagna, fettuccine alfredo, waffles, and it was all to die for. It was like I had him wrapped around my finger, and I got used to it pretty quick. I also discovered something about myself. I loved being fed. I loved being fed by Tom, it was the sexiest thing I had ever experienced. It was so sensual, so wrong and so right. I never knew I could eat so much, feel so full and feel so good, but more about that later.

-Dangerous Curves