Stuffies

A blog about food and sex.
I love the animalism in this photo. I also like the little detail of whoever did the shoot putting a towel down for him so his hands didn’t get achy from supporting himself on the hard porcelain—he must have been there for a while!  A lot of feedees I’ve talked with want to be called “piggy”, because it is a word they find arousingly humiliating. I’ve humored them, but that kind of talk isn’t really my thing. In my dreams the feedees I fashion for myself often take on aspects of lions or wolves. As a child I was fascinated with nature documentaries showing them running down much larger animals, fighting off others, and then gorging until they almost burst themselves. (This was, as you can imagine, long before I discovered how to find or make my own porn.)  I like the idea of someone much stronger than I am, with an enormous appetite, getting sleepy and drugged and playful after gorging themselves. They’re a little bit slower than they would be otherwise… but not enough that you ever forget what they are. 

I love the animalism in this photo. I also like the little detail of whoever did the shoot putting a towel down for him so his hands didn’t get achy from supporting himself on the hard porcelain—he must have been there for a while! 

A lot of feedees I’ve talked with want to be called “piggy”, because it is a word they find arousingly humiliating. I’ve humored them, but that kind of talk isn’t really my thing.

In my dreams the feedees I fashion for myself often take on aspects of lions or wolves. As a child I was fascinated with nature documentaries showing them running down much larger animals, fighting off others, and then gorging until they almost burst themselves. (This was, as you can imagine, long before I discovered how to find or make my own porn.) 

I like the idea of someone much stronger than I am, with an enormous appetite, getting sleepy and drugged and playful after gorging themselves. They’re a little bit slower than they would be otherwise… but not enough that you ever forget what they are. 

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