u/Either-Shop-8907

Disclaimer: This is a piece rooted on a fetish you might not have. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy reading this.

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I have a thing for chubby women. Women, in general, make me weak but chubby women? They're something else. Is it because they look well fed? Is it because they have more body area to hold on to? Idk. I just like soft things- cushions, softie icecreams, women... you get the gist. It's in that pursuit of softness, that I'm drawn to a part of those women that they're usually insecure of. It's in that pursuit that I visit the party districts.

As people loosen up, chill out and flaunt their fun side, my eyes are on the lookout for my kind of woman. I scan everyone by outfit and eventually find someone that's worth breaking a leg for. As the lady dances to the music, I fade in from the surrounding crowd and give her company. She approves and I get closer. Fingers touch, then hands. She holds my shoulder and I get my cue. My hands slide onto her bare, 34" waist and stay put on the rungs of her high waisted jeans. Her belt is tight but I have my ways.

We twirl, we dance, we move. And on the night's final beat, her jeans slip down just enough to show a hint of her navel. The music fades, my fingers settle on her abdomen and I whisper in her ear. She nods and we catch a ride to my place. I help her onto her bed. Remove her shoes. Unbuckle her belt. Unzip her jeans. And before the lights go out, I take one good look at the part of her she had been hiding under her high waisted jeans.

After the lights go out, I taste the part of her she had been hiding under her high waisted jeans.

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This is a belly romance based prompt. So, if you're a woman with a craving to have your tummy played with, please hmu with a DM. But before you do, please know the following:

• I'm not interested in intercourse and nudity

• this invite is for women 23 years and above only

• kindly refrain if you aren't single (I don't want to negatively affect existing relationships)

If you're fine with the above, then see you in my DMs 🙂

Disclaimer: This is a fetish based piece which may or may not suit your taste. Join me in this meal and decide if you'd like to go for seconds.

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My living room and my kitchen are two different worlds. The kitchen can compete with your supermarket when it comes to all the items stuffed into it. On the other hand, my living room is an empty space with just a chair and a long table placed against the wall. So if you were to visit my house for a meal, you'd have to sit on the table and let me serve you.

And no, you aren't allowed to hold your plate. You either be seated on a chair and dine from the plate placed on the table. Or you sit on the table and let someone hold your plate. House rules. Since you're my guest, it's customary for me to serve you. Hence, you sit on the table and I serve you the fresh fruit custard I just made. It's lip smacking good and is the kind that doesn't stick. What does stick is the cream of the mousse. The one I have to smear on your lips just to make sure you get every last bit of.

As you're done with your dessert, gleefully taking in the aftertaste of the cool mousse in your throat, I stand up and prepare for my turn to eat. My fingers are smeared with cream and I need to wash my hands before I eat. Your top is nice and clean, so I lift it carefully with my left hand and stuff my creamy fingers into your belly button. Getting the cream off one finger at a time, making sure not to dirty your clothes.

Fingers now clean, I use them to motion you to a new position. A position of you lying on the table. I raise your top a bit higher and your lowers, a bit lower. Your exposed tummy is now full from the meal and your navel, full of cream. In my house, all dining is on the table and I'm now ready for my meal.

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This is a belly romance based prompt. So, if you're a woman with a craving to have your tummy played with, please hmu with a DM. But before you do, please know the following:

• I'm not interested in intercourse and nudity

• this invite is for women 23 years and above only

• kindly refrain if you aren't single (I don't want to negatively affect existing relationships)

If you're fine with the above, then see you in my DMs 🙂

Disclaimer: This is a piece rooted on a fetish you might not have. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy reading this.

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I have a thing for chubby women. Women, in general, make me weak but chubby women? They're something else. Is it because they look well fed? Is it because they have more body area to hold on to? Idk. I just like soft things- cushions, softie icecreams, women... you get the gist. It's in that pursuit of softness, that I'm drawn to a part of those women that they're usually insecure of. It's in that pursuit that I visit the party districts.

As people loosen up, chill out and flaunt their fun side, my eyes are on the lookout for my kind of woman. I scan everyone by outfit and eventually find someone that's worth breaking a leg for. As the lady dances to the music, I fade in from the surrounding crowd and give her company. She approves and I get closer. Fingers touch, then hands. She holds my shoulder and I get my cue. My hands slide onto her bare, 34" waist and stay put on the rungs of her high waisted jeans. Her belt is tight but I have my ways.

We twirl, we dance, we move. And on the night's final beat, her jeans slip down just enough to show a hint of her navel. The music fades, my fingers settle on her abdomen and I whisper in her ear. She nods and we catch a ride to my place. I help her onto her bed. Remove her shoes. Unbuckle her belt. Unzip her jeans. And before the lights go out, I take one good look at the part of her she had been hiding under her high waisted jeans.

After the lights go out, I taste the part of her she had been hiding under her high waisted jeans.

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This is a belly romance based prompt. So, if you're a woman with a craving to have your tummy played with, please hmu with a DM. But before you do, please know the following:

• I'm not interested in intercourse and nudity

• this invite is for women 23 years and above only

• kindly refrain if you aren't single (I don't want to negatively affect existing relationships)

If you're fine with the above, then see you in my DMs 🙂

Disclaimer: This is a fetish based piece which may or may not suit your taste. Join me in this meal and decide if you'd like to go for seconds.

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My living room and my kitchen are two different worlds. The kitchen can compete with your supermarket when it comes to all the items stuffed into it. On the other hand, my living room is an empty space with just a chair and a long table placed against the wall. So if you were to visit my house for a meal, you'd have to sit on the table and let me serve you.

And no, you aren't allowed to hold your plate. You either be seated on a chair and dine from the plate placed on the table. Or you sit on the table and let someone hold your plate. House rules. Since you're my guest, it's customary for me to serve you. Hence, you sit on the table and I serve you the fresh fruit custard I just made. It's lip smacking good and is the kind that doesn't stick. What does stick is the cream of the mousse. The one I have to smear on your lips just to make sure you get every last bit of.

As you're done with your dessert, gleefully taking in the aftertaste of the cool mousse in your throat, I stand up and prepare for my turn to eat. My fingers are smeared with cream and I need to wash my hands before I eat. Your top is nice and clean, so I lift it carefully with my left hand and stuff my creamy fingers into your belly button. Getting the cream off one finger at a time, making sure not to dirty your clothes.

Fingers now clean, I use them to motion you to a new position. A position of you lying on the table. I raise your top a bit higher and your lowers, a bit lower. Your exposed tummy is now full from the meal and your navel, full of cream. In my house, all dining is on the table and I'm now ready for my meal.

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This is a belly romance based prompt. So, if you're a woman with a craving to have your tummy played with, please hmu with a DM. But before you do, please know the following:

• I'm not interested in intercourse and nudity

• this invite is for women 23 years and above only

• kindly refrain if you aren't single (I don't want to negatively affect existing relationships)

If you're fine with the above, then see you in my DMs 🙂

Disclaimer: This is a fetish based piece which may or may not suit your taste. Join me in this meal and decide if you'd like to go for seconds.

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My living room and my kitchen are two different worlds. The kitchen can compete with your supermarket when it comes to all the items stuffed into it. On the other hand, my living room is an empty space with just a chair and a long table placed against the wall. So if you were to visit my house for a meal, you'd have to sit on the table and let me serve you.

And no, you aren't allowed to hold your plate. You either be seated on a chair and dine from the plate placed on the table. Or you sit on the table and let someone hold your plate. House rules. Since you're my guest, it's customary for me to serve you. Hence, you sit on the table and I serve you the fresh fruit custard I just made. It's lip smacking good and is the kind that doesn't stick. What does stick is the cream of the mousse. The one I have to smear on your lips just to make sure you get every last bit of.

As you're done with your dessert, gleefully taking in the aftertaste of the cool mousse in your throat, I stand up and prepare for my turn to eat. My fingers are smeared with cream and I need to wash my hands before I eat. Your top is nice and clean, so I lift it carefully with my left hand and stuff my creamy fingers into your belly button. Getting the cream off one finger at a time, making sure not to dirty your clothes.

Fingers now clean, I use them to motion you to a new position. A position of you lying on the table. I raise your top a bit higher and your lowers, a bit lower. Your exposed tummy is now full from the meal and your navel, full of cream. In my house, all dining is on the table and I'm now ready for my meal.

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This is a belly romance based prompt. So, if you're a woman with a craving to have your tummy played with, please hmu with a DM. But before you do, please know the following:

• I'm not interested in intercourse and nudity

• this invite is for women 23 years and above only

• kindly refrain if you aren't single (I don't want to negatively affect existing relationships)

If you're fine with the above, then see you in my DMs 🙂

Gone are the days where you'd see pretty women wearing dresses and crop tops only in the movies. Now the modern woman is confident, daring and ready to wear outfits that expose those areas of her body which once caused her insecurity. No, you aren't an actress or a model. You're just a normal lady who acknowledges her tiny imperfections, embraces her body type and lets her outfit do the talking.

You let your hair loose, let your arms free. You give your legs some sunlight and let your belly breathe some more as you rock with your short-sleeved croptop and shorts. The mood is set, the weather is perfect and you notice people turning heads. You adjust your high waisted shorts every few minutes as you walk but that's the least of your problems.

Or so you thought.

As you walk into a short bylane, a hand yanks onto the rung of your shorts and pulls you into a secluded corner. In a split second, you find yourself sandwiched between the wall and me. The shock doesn't wear off and me breathing down your neck doesn't help. As you stand still, trying to process what's happening, your shorts slide down a bit. Your hand instinctively moves to raise it back up. Big mistake.

My hand swiftly reaches out to the rung of your shorts. You grab my wrist and we look at each other. I smile. And that's when you know. You plead to me with your eyes to not do it. It's your insecurity. But I think otherwise. I slowly pull your shorts 5 inches down to reveal what you always wanted to hide.

This is a belly fetish based scene, so if you're a woman with a craving to have your tummy played with, please hmu with a DM. But before you do, please know the following:

• I'm not interested in intercourse, nudity

• this invite is for women 23 years and above only

• kindly refrain if you aren't single (I don't want to negatively affect existing relationships)

If you're fine with the above, drop me a text and let me open that button 😉

Disclaimer: This is a fetish based piece which may or may not suit your taste. Join me in this meal and decide if you'd like to go for seconds.

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My living room and my kitchen are two different worlds. The kitchen can compete with your supermarket when it comes to all the items stuffed into it. On the other hand, my living room is an empty space with just a chair and a long table placed against the wall. So if you were to visit my house for a meal, you'd have to sit on the table and let me serve you.

And no, you aren't allowed to hold your plate. You either be seated on a chair and dine from the plate placed on the table. Or you sit on the table and let someone hold your plate. House rules. Since you're my guest, it's customary for me to serve you. Hence, you sit on the table and I serve you the fresh fruit custard I just made. It's lip smacking good and is the kind that doesn't stick. What does stick is the cream of the mousse. The one I have to smear on your lips just to make sure you get every last bit of.

As you're done with your dessert, gleefully taking in the aftertaste of the cool mousse in your throat, I stand up and prepare for my turn to eat. My fingers are smeared with cream and I need to wash my hands before I eat. Your top is nice and clean, so I lift it carefully with my left hand and stuff my creamy fingers into your belly button. Getting the cream off one finger at a time, making sure not to dirty your clothes.

Fingers now clean, I use them to motion you to a new position. A position of you lying on the table. I raise your top a bit higher and your lowers, a bit lower. Your exposed tummy is now full from the meal and your navel, full of cream. In my house, all dining is on the table and I'm now ready for my meal.

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