Imagine dating a predator. Looking at that belly knowing entire people were processed in that unbelievably powerful body. Taking big handfuls of their fat knowing lives have been dedicated to making it bigger, softer. Teasing them about tasty people in public and watching as they get hungrier, blushier, needier. Resting your head on their belly all night long as they gurgle their latest meal. Wondering, deep down, whether you might one day take the plunge and add to that very figure you so adore.
Y’all ever look down at your tummy all sad just thinking “damn, why isnt there anyone inside you right now?”
Or is that just me?
gastronomicgeekgirl