BelleFemme:
This quarantine has helped me realize a few things about this lifestyle that I’d lost touch with.I missed....aggressive companionship? A partner who challenges me and knows my limits before I do. They type that I long to please. I’d want to fill my belly to its max for the simple satisfaction of hearing you in my ear saying “good girl”. When I think I’ve had enough, you massage the lower folds of my belly as it sits aching on top of my thighs.Your breathing changes , low and rapid. I can tell that you are pleased with my obedience , but you find a soft spot that you convince me is longing to be filled. A challenge you know I’ll accept because I know you’ll coach me through it. “Spread your legs baby and let that sexy belly hang between your thighs. How does that feel? Good? Relax your back & close your eyes.” You hold the 1/2 gallon mixture to my lips and I gulp in thirst.
Halfway through I pull away letting a few drops intentionally roll from my chin, down my neck, and between my breasts. You know I want your hands on my body, but you stare hungrily at me, watching as I rub my extended belly myself! Denying me intentionally is your new favorite method of foreplay....I respond.....naturally. An intense throbbing, a sexual hunger grows in me. I coax you over to me by releasing my bra. My breasts accompany my belly, swollen, hot , and heavy. My nipples are taunt (your 2nd favorite feature). I lean back a smile on the inside when my one quiet moan pushes you to your breaking point. In one swift movement , I am bound. Wrists tied behind my back. You sit behind me and take over pressing the pads of you thumbs deeply Into this the sore crevices of my back. While addressing the tense areas of my body from carrying around the extra pounds, I can feel you adjust your erection. It’s stiff and hot against my skin but... I wasn’t supposed to notice yet. I know you’re ready. I can feel the heat through your basketball shorts . I’m shifting trying to grind against your shaft before you realize my discovery but I stop when a sharp ache shoots across my lower belly. I moan loudly as the affects of my stuffing set in. A loaded bbq potato , baked beans, potato salad, 3 pc bbq chicken ,Mack and cheese, & your “special shake” sit heavy on my stomach . I whimper, “It’s so tight“. I can feel every space filled and the pressure weighing down on my sex . I mumble under my breath “I’m full bae.” You are now facing me. Nose to noes lips to lips . I tug at the binding wanting to deepen the kiss but you pull away, replaced by the jug again. Hesitant, I drink . I can feel my gut stretching. It grows tighter with every short breath . “ keep you eyes closed baby. Sit on the edge of the couch and let it hang.... good girl almost done.” I pull away for a breather and take in the Feeling of fullness. Seconds pass before you hand is at my jaw holding my neck steady. Your erection is pressed again my extended navel . You kiss my neck, bite my collar bone , then In what seems like a pant , you said “ you still still have space right here baby.” Then press against a tender spot where my belly covers my pantyline. “Take one deep breath, keep you eyes closed , and let it flow down your throat. That’s it let me fill you up. Damn good girl baby. Almost there don’t stop...” my arousal grows with every gulp. I exhale, reaching the end of the shake and stretched to what I know must be my limit. I don’t bother to open my eyes when you untie me. I just lay back on the couch, legs apart and stimulated from head to toe. You rub my belly and release the button of my jeans. I feel the pressure as my abdomen settles into its new space. Your own moan escapes. you curse beneath your breath as you touch me, admiring your handy work. “Damn baby.. you did so good..so good. You know how I like you. I love it when you let me take care of you ”. You are pleased. I struggle to my feet just to catch your gaze . I shuffle to the kitchen for a glass of water just for the hell of watching you watch me try to walk. Waddle ...at this point really. When I stretch back onto the couch, you sit staring again awestruck. I reach for your hands to soothe the pleasant ache in my belly . then your mouth covers my breasts, your fingers are inside me. I’m engulfed , drowning in a combination of arousal , satisfaction, then finally release.
This quarantine has helped me realize a few things about this lifestyle that I’d lost touch with.I missed....aggressive companionship? A partner who challenges me and knows my limits before I do. They type that I long to please. I’d want to fill my belly to its max for the simple satisfaction of hearing you in my ear saying “good girl”. When I think I’ve had enough, you massage the lower folds of my belly as it sits aching on top of my thighs.Your breathing changes , low and rapid. I can tell that you are pleased with my obedience , but you find a soft spot that you convince me is longing to be filled. A challenge you know I’ll accept because I know you’ll coach me through it. “Spread your legs baby and let that sexy belly hang between your thighs. How does that feel? Good? Relax your back & close your eyes.” You hold the 1/2 gallon mixture to my lips and I gulp in thirst.
Halfway through I pull away letting a few drops intentionally roll from my chin, down my neck, and between my breasts. You know I want your hands on my body, but you stare hungrily at me, watching as I rub my extended belly myself! Denying me intentionally is your new favorite method of foreplay....I respond.....naturally. An intense throbbing, a sexual hunger grows in me. I coax you over to me by releasing my bra. My breasts accompany my belly, swollen, hot , and heavy. My nipples are taunt (your 2nd favorite feature). I lean back a smile on the inside when my one quiet moan pushes you to your breaking point. In one swift movement , I am bound. Wrists tied behind my back. You sit behind me and take over pressing the pads of you thumbs deeply Into this the sore crevices of my back. While addressing the tense areas of my body from carrying around the extra pounds, I can feel you adjust your erection. It’s stiff and hot against my skin but... I wasn’t supposed to notice yet. I know you’re ready. I can feel the heat through your basketball shorts . I’m shifting trying to grind against your shaft before you realize my discovery but I stop when a sharp ache shoots across my lower belly. I moan loudly as the affects of my stuffing set in. A loaded bbq potato , baked beans, potato salad, 3 pc bbq chicken ,Mack and cheese, & your “special shake” sit heavy on my stomach . I whimper, “It’s so tight“. I can feel every space filled and the pressure weighing down on my sex . I mumble under my breath “I’m full bae.” You are now facing me. Nose to noes lips to lips . I tug at the binding wanting to deepen the kiss but you pull away, replaced by the jug again. Hesitant, I drink . I can feel my gut stretching. It grows tighter with every short breath . “ keep you eyes closed baby. Sit on the edge of the couch and let it hang.... good girl almost done.” I pull away for a breather and take in the Feeling of fullness. Seconds pass before you hand is at my jaw holding my neck steady. Your erection is pressed again my extended navel . You kiss my neck, bite my collar bone , then In what seems like a pant , you said “ you still still have space right here baby.” Then press against a tender spot where my belly covers my pantyline. “Take one deep breath, keep you eyes closed , and let it flow down your throat. That’s it let me fill you up. Damn good girl baby. Almost there don’t stop...” my arousal grows with every gulp. I exhale, reaching the end of the shake and stretched to what I know must be my limit. I don’t bother to open my eyes when you untie me. I just lay back on the couch, legs apart and stimulated from head to toe. You rub my belly and release the button of my jeans. I feel the pressure as my abdomen settles into its new space. Your own moan escapes. you curse beneath your breath as you touch me, admiring your handy work. “Damn baby.. you did so good..so good. You know how I like you. I love it when you let me take care of you ”. You are pleased. I struggle to my feet just to catch your gaze . I shuffle to the kitchen for a glass of water just for the hell of watching you watch me try to walk. Waddle ...at this point really. When I stretch back onto the couch, you sit staring again awestruck. I reach for your hands to soothe the pleasant ache in my belly . then your mouth covers my breasts, your fingers are inside me. I’m engulfed , drowning in a combination of arousal , satisfaction, then finally release.
U little fatty! U wish id stuff u silly like that dont u
4 years
