Chapter 2 - not able to stop

Your navel holds the lavender flavor from our soapy bath along with a musky taste of you -- just you, a taste so sensual, I feel I might swoon. I take an eclair and squeeze the cream into your belly button and start licking it out, alternatively eating the soft doughy pastry of the eclair.

I am dizzy from all the sugar and the promise of sex. I feel I might faint and fall from the table. I hear the table groaning beneath us, the legs creaking from my bulky weight as I shift myself. I feel I might just fall off the table, so dizzy.

But not yet. I feel you there, lying so still but your body is actually tensed up in anticipation of release. I lick the inside of your belly button. It's not deep or anything, but I do notice it seems deeper than it was when I first saw you in that purple bikini, and it seems surrounded by a thin layer of softness, a padding of adipose surrounding it -- especially beneath it.

And there beneath your belly button, I find a most wonderful small bulge of flab. Just a tiny little bulge, but enough for me to nibble upon with my lips and then bite with my teeth. I groan with pleasure as I feel your arousal growing inside of you. "I'm not the only one gaining it seems," I chuckle into your belly button as I lick the creaminess from you.

I realize how much I have disobeyed you, and I am suddenly afraid of how you might punish me. Yet, I cannot stop myself. It's as if my body, my hands, my mouth are on auto-drive, and there is no stopping them from decadent pleasures.

My hand returns to the insides of your thighs, now so creamy and slick from your lovely aromatic juices. I want them. I want them all -- every drop. I hunger for you. I crave you like I have never craved any delicious food -- not even chocolate, not even these cream-filled eclairs! I feel I could grow addicted to you -- to your body -- to every little drop of nectar from your soft silky pussy. As I bite your small little pooch of flab, my fingers explore you again, rubbing against your clit, feeling the slickness of you.

You feel like you are made of some sort of soft golden substance -- precious and silky and I want it. I want to wallow in it -- I want to eat it all up. I want to possess it. I want it inside my mouth. I want to devour you, just as surely as I have devoured these eclairs. I want to be inside you, and I want you inside of me. It's that simple. Life should not be more complicated than that. I want to be fed, to be fattened, to be ***ed.

And you want to make me into your fat ***toy! So hedonistic, we two are, and so full of desires for all that society says is wrong and sick. But we know differently. We know how wonderful this all is.

I have lost myself in the moment, not realizing how thoroughly I have disobeyed you by touching your pussy. I know there will be consequences, and I await your strong hand of disapproval. I know you will punish me later for this, but for now, you seem totally into it. And besides, I can't help myself. I hunger for food and for you.

My teeth let go of your small roll of softness and I smile, my lips touching you there so you can feel my smile. I chuckle, and the sound of it seems to reverberate into your belly. You feel my flab jiggling as I laugh. You seem tensed up, aroused, ready, oh so ready for me to just eat you up. Mmm, how delicious you will be, my love.

I slowly move my mouth lower and lower, then pass over your soft silky sex-dripping womanhood and I nibble on your inner thighs now. So soft, so creamy, like the ice cream you have fed me these many weeks, like the cheesecake you have made for me - oh, so many cheesecakes, and you feel the weight of all that food as my belly pushes between your legs, so heavy, so soft. I wonder how much cheesecake you may have eaten as well to grow such creamy softness here in place of what used to be such muscular hard thighs.

My mind wanders as my nose pokes inside of you. Ahh, your smell, your aroma, the very stuff of this earth, of all that is womanhood -- and thus, all that is the entire universe. No man could ever smell like this. Men are just an add-on to the galaxies. Women are the very substance of life. I inhale you deeply, and you feel me moaning against your inner thighs. Your aroma stirs my hunger for you, and while I would love to keep teasing you, I cannot help myself. And while I know I should have obeyed you, oh Mistress, I could not stop myself.

I am a glutton for food and for you and your delicious goodies there between your legs. I can never get enough. I am a glutton, a hedonist, one who lives so decadently, I cannot stop because you tell me not to touch you or lick you there. Forbidding me just makes me want it that much more. You know this, don't you? I feel you are enjoying this, but you are also planning out my punishment for not heeding your words. Ahhhh, I fear your punishment, but I crave your sweet delicacies too much.

I should apologize, back away, hope for mercy, beg for mercy, but I am too far gone. The taste of eclair cream mixed with your own slick pussy juices, it is too tempting for my tongue to stop now.

I move my lips quickly to your pussy lips, and we kiss there, my lips to yours. I suck and lick the cream from you, groaning with pleasure, my belly vibrating my groans into your legs, trapped beneath my weighty gut. You buck your hips up a bit in a jerk at this kiss, at this meeting of my mouth and my next meal.

And my tongue enters you, swirling about like an eel in the water, searching for its home. I want every drip and drabble of cream, and every drop of you. My lips seal around you, and I suck upon your juices. I want them all, every single drop. My tongue reaches into you and curls back, pulling more and more of your nectar into my mouth.

My nose pushes into your upper-pussy area, so soft there, and I inhale the sweat and feel your hairs curling so softly against my face. I moan with the pleasure of it all, the tastes, the aromas, the feeling of you -- your very inside, your soul even, I think -- the sound of your moans and mine, I can scarcely tell which is which, the noise of my lips sucking, nibbling and kissing you there, the feeling of your slickness against my face, what a mess I must be, as if you have exploded all over me -- an explosion of sensual oils from deep inside your well. You taste of garlic from that lasagna we shared, and of sweetness from the chocolates, the eclairs, the cheesecake.

You taste of life itself - bread dough and salt and all things wonderfully flavorful. You are hot and spicy, and the heat coming from inside you matches well the flavor of you. It is sweet and savory and just every kind of flavor imaginable and some I have never experienced before. I open my eyes to see your soft small belly roll and deep belly button there before me.

I shift my head back, my chin deep between your thighs, and I look up over the geography of your curvy body, past the soft valley of your waist and between the hills of your breasts, and I see your eyes there, and your expression is just lust itself. And there is passion too. And maybe anger at my disobedience. But even your anger turns me on right now.

Our eyes lock together in a powerful surge of sensuality and emotion. I cannot hold your gaze for long. It is too powerful for me to even see your eyes like that -- so wild and so lustful. I close my eyes and lower my forehead, my mouth now returning to its delicious repast of saucy sexy sensuality.

My tongue swirls inside you, licking your clit, my lips pressing into you and sucking you and kissing you and nibbling you, my teeth even gently nibbling on your soft wonder there between your legs. I lean back a bit, freeing my mouth to say, "You know what your fatty really wants to eat?"

My mouth goes back onto you, my chubby face pushes against your inner thighs, and I whisper the words way back into you before my tongue takes you again, savoring you, moaning in pleasure at the feel and taste of you. My whispered words vibrate up into your midsection and rock your mind : "I really want to eat you, Mistress."

The END (Not really the end. This is part of a larger story I had planned, but I just couldn't help myself from posting it now. There may be lots of errors, but I hope you can see past them and enjoy this vignette)