“How about that one over there?” The loud laughter of his companions didn’t seem to bother him. He looked in the direction of the two women standing at the edge of the dance floor. Firstly, there was this sexy girl who had a good figure and certainly didn’t have to try hard to pick up a guy for the night. And then there was her companion, who had a cute face but who could be described as quite plump without exaggeration. The two were obviously typical girlfriends, like the thousands you could meet in the discos night after night. “Yeah, what? She looks good.” The man he was talking to knew what his friends were getting at and that there was no point in discussing obsessions as feeders and personal preferences with them. At least not late at night in the disco. Fortunately, he was above it all on this point. In general, he was sure that his colleagues were far too superficial to distinguish between real and fake.
That one! And I don’t mean the skinny one.
He found the plump girl pretty right away. The others could pay attention to the sexy girl, but he only had eyes for the young woman, who was a good 15 kilograms over full-figured. He watched in fascination as the two friends swayed their hips to the beat of the music and finally took to the dance floor to a song by Beyonce. He was immediately impressed by the way his chosen one moved. She had a fine sense of rhythm and knew how to show off her body. He particularly admired her profound smile, which radiated a self-confidence that was both a shield against the malice of others and a successful attempt to cover up her own insecurity. Such an appearance required a wide range of tolerance. It was not possible otherwise. ‘Wow, hot lady,’ he thought to himself. He had fallen in love. From the first sight.
advances
Ten minutes later he was dancing with her and after another half hour he had persuaded her to go with him to the bistro next to the disco.
“I’m actually hungry,” she said as soon as they had sat down.
“I’ll order a baguette with ham and cheese for us, they’re excellent here. Would you like a coffee with that?”
“Baguette, yes, but I’d prefer a cappuccino with it. I only drink coffee in the morning.” She looked at him gratefully.
He signaled to the waitress and ordered.
“Do you come here often?” he asked, trying to get a conversation going.
“No, not really. And to tell you the truth, I’d rather be alone with you now.”
“Come on, we’ll have a quick snack and if you want, I’ll show you where I live.”
He smiled crookedly as he held the door of the taxi he had called open for her a short while later. After the short ride, they went in silence to the first floor of the apartment building where he had lived for two and a half years. They didn’t say a word as he unlocked the door to his apartment and entered the hallway of his apartment in silence. He took her hand and pulled her into his bedroom, where he took her in his arms and kissed her. They kissed for a long time and with yearning intensity before they took off their shoes and fell onto the bed, laughing. As if it were a race against time, they took off their clothes and then let their bodies collide all the more violently. He entered her without a word and she took him wildly and unrestrainedly. Their bodies entered into an uncontrolled dance of pure lust. He didn’t care about her satisfaction and she didn’t care about his. Instead, they both gave in to their own desires as they suddenly and heavily climaxed. When they came, they were so completely occupied with their own ecstasy that it was difficult to re-enter reality. Without saying another word, they lay in each other’s arms and fell asleep.
Breakfast! – The Morning After
The alarm clock showed 8:00 a.m. when he woke up. He carefully got out of bed, got a few things out of the closet and sneaked out of the room. He brushed his teeth, showered, dried off and got dressed in record time. His goal was clear. He left his apartment and leapt down the stairs. When he got to the ground floor, he pushed open the front door and ran through the rain to his car. He absolutely had to go shopping. But not as sparingly as when he was a bachelor. Because since last night this angelic being had been with him, the woman who had come to him straight from the disco.
First of all he needed money. So he drove to the ATM at his savings bank and withdrew €500 from his account. The next stop took him to the huge supermarket that had only recently opened its doors to paying customers. His shopping cart filled up incredibly quickly with every imaginable culinary delight. Champagne, orange juice, whipped cream, strawberries, fresh rolls, croissants, butter, milk, cheese, salmon, bacon-wrapped figs, eggs and bacon ran down the conveyor belt and were scanned by the cashier.
In the style of Nikki Lauda, he made his way back through the morning traffic. Luckily, the streets were pretty empty on a Saturday and so he got through quite well. Back in his apartment, his first stop took him to his bedroom. He carefully opened the door. His conquest of the previous night was still fast asleep. She looked like an angel on holiday. He quietly closed the door and went into the kitchen. While the coffee was brewing, he prepared a sumptuous breakfast with the groceries he had bought earlier. On the tea trolley that he had bought from an antique dealer years ago, he draped scrambled eggs, fried bacon and the bacon-wrapped figs. Then came the rolls, the salmon, the ham and the butter, which he had placed on small serving plates, and finally he placed the large bowl with the fresh strawberries and the whipped cream. On the lower level came the coffee, the orange juice and the champagne, as well as milk, sugar and cups and glasses. He took another look at his composition and wondered whether he should add honey. The sweet treat was quickly poured into another bowl and provided with a small but long-handled spoon. He was satisfied.
“If you’re not hungry now, you’re not human,” she heard him say as she opened her eyes.
“What’s for dinner?” she asked sleepily.
“Breakfast, Your Imperial Highness.”
She looked at him with wide eyes and glanced at the bulging tea trolley.
“Now that’s what I call breakfast. Are you a magician?”
Feeder – Feeding is like sex
“Yep. And if you’ve finished eating, I’ll even show you my magic wand.” With these words, he pushed a strawberry with whipped cream into her mouth.
“Coffee, orange juice or champagne, my lady?” he asked, obediently bowing
down. “Hmm, exactly in that order,” she said, chewing and beaming at him.
They made love many times that day and the days that followed. At breakfast and between meals, they found time to unite their hot bodies. He had finally found a woman who ate with a healthy appetite and didn’t care about calories. If she gained a little weight, he saw that as a sign that she appreciated his good cooking. The main thing was that she stayed with him and opened her mouth obediently to gobble up all the delicacies that he lovingly served her.
