Darling

I need someone to coax out my desire for their gluttony. Let’s say we are at dinner. I need them to notice the way I look at them when they go to take another bite of their meal. Bite after bite after bite. The ways my eyes linger on their mouth longer than they realistically should as food slips between their lips and they chew. Chewing that makes me lose my train of thought. I want to fumble over my own words like a fool. Notice how distracted I become as they fill themself up more and more. The ways my eyes avert theirs when they stifle a burp. The way my breathing quickens when I hear them groan from being so full. The way I gasp when they ask if they could finish my plate too.

I want them to do more than just notice these things though. I want them to tease me for my behavior. Ask me why I’m so flustered all of a sudden. “Baby, are you okay? You don’t look so well.” Knowing damn well they’re the reason why my brain is all scrambled. Why I’m soaking wet.

And then, when I finally pull myself together and we’ve gotten up to leave, I want them to break me.

Do the things that make me melt as we begin the long walk back to the car. Rub their belly openly around others. Moan and complain how they couldn’t believe they ate so much, but just couldn’t help themself. Bump into me on purpose with their swollen gut. 

And when we finally have a private moment? Pull me close, speak lowly in my ear, and ask me if this was what I wanted. If I wanted them to get so full, their belt is basically splitting them in half. “You’re such a pervert. Bet you’d orgasm just from knowing I had to unbutton my pants halfway through dinner.” 

Ask me if they’ve been good enough to finally deserve some attention. “Mommy, why have you been ignoring me. I know you can’t hold it in for this long. I know you love my belly too much to be able to resist.” I wanna be too flustered and turned on to be able to.

I want them to grab my hand and guide it to their gut. “Touch it, mommy,” They’d say, “You know I need your rubs. You’re the only one that knows how to make my poor tummy feel better.”

Should I sit on your lap and feed them to you one by one? (With milk on the side of course)