Feed Me [NOOK Book]

Rose is a big girl, but some men like the sort of figure you can get lost in. But does she want them?

Food has been the centre of Rose’s life. It’s her pleasure, comfort and obsession, but it isn’t enough. There’s another kind of hunger gnawing inside her now. One that needs a very particular kind of meat. The chance discovery of a glory hole takes Rose on a wild adventure of sexual discovery.

Getting into the car wasn’t easy. The seats were designed for a much smaller person, and she felt desperately awkward. In this confined space, her rank body smell troubled her even more. The man didn’t seem to notice it though. Harry, he mentioned his name was. Her mind churned in a state of chaos and not much of what he said really went in. It took just a few moments to reach her door.

“Thanks,” she managed.

He hopped out and went round to open the car door for her, then walked her to the house. “Can I see you again?”

“What?” Rose couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She studied Harry’s face, looking for the thinly veiled barb, the suggestion of ridicule. Instead, she saw a strange glint in his eye.

“You’re…” he ran a nervous hand through sandy hair. “Big,” he finally said, but it didn’t sound like an insult, somehow. “I love really big women, and you are so hot…”

“Well, that’s a first,” she said. “I guess you’d better come in.”

The house was not very clean or tidy, but Harry didn’t appear to notice this. “You’re not offended?” he asked.

“Just surprised,” she answered, truthfully. This was a whole new territory for her.

He put a hand on top of her stomach. Through her dress, the shock of contact was exhilarating. Suddenly, she didn’t feel tired at all.

“You’re a goddess,” he said, hand roaming over her extensive curves. He still sounded sincere.

Evidently, Rose had picked up a guy with a fetish for fat girls. Well, might as well make the most of it! How often would something like this happen? She’d known they were out there, just didn’t expect to find a real one quite so readily. The desire to explore outweighed all other considerations. She headed for the living room, and he followed behind like an eager puppy.

“Would you take the dress off?”

Rose did. Normally her body made her feel uneasy, but his interest roused her curiosity. What would it feel like to be looked at naked by someone who got a kick out of what they saw? She wasn’t wearing anything underneath the dress. Underwear gave her too much trouble.

“Wow!” he said.

She knew what hunger looked like, and his face conveyed it. He encouraged her down onto the ample sofa and whipped a short but rock-hard cock out of his trousers. Up until that moment, the only erections Rose had seen belonged to porn stars. Those she had run into mostly by accident, or they’d been offered to her by guys online, who were all playing make believe games too and no doubt had cribbed images too. The dick in front of her was not, by comparison, all that impressive or exciting. Still Harry seemed pleased with it, and with her. She lay back and left him to do whatever he wanted. Once again, her fleeting porn education turned out to be no help at all. He showed no interest in her nipples, or in getting between her thighs. Instead, it was the many folds of her flesh that seemed to attract him. All the places sweat accumulated. Those he poked himself into and rubbed along with manifest enthusiasm.