My experience with Feedism Is a lonely one. No one around me quite gets what I get from feeding my would be partner till they are just stuffed beyond, then, love on them, baby , wash, fuck, and maybe even feed them again. Why that was so appealing to me. But I thought it was very self explanatory. It was and is the closeness for me. The love you get off the knowledge that trust and a symbiotic relationship was forming. The need for the roles of each other. The exhiliration of helping your full love up in public or off the couch. Knowing that every bite is an extra step and action you take for them. I've come close a couple of times but the loneliness finds me and contorts me every time. No one understands why a fart or burp would be pushing me to my limit of kooth. Or when you kiss them and they burp in your mouth. Or when they waddle to the room and you help them in bed. No one to rub down, to kneed, no stomach to lay on, no one to trust. Me, I would love to have some one that I could have trust in enough that they can slob out I clean up after them and keep it moving. the dream with in all the work is the love I would get from being In a relationship that confirms the weirdness of my heart and there's too. That point where fantasy and reality meets and the strenght to keep the balance. It's lonely because it's hard to get people to open their heart that much to need someone and the need to be needed by someone. Hoping that the moments in between the kisses the hugs and the tears are worth it. It's lonely to me because Feedism isn't a fetish it's my love language in a sea of those too sacred to get off the boat. But hope shine brightest where there is dark so I'll hold on to my focus for the one day meeting of the right one eager and ready to put my loneliness down.
