Published: March 5th 2025, 12:39:17 pm
There’s something special about bringing Italian back to a hotel room no distractions, no need for table manners, just me and an indulgent feast in the comfort of my own space. As soon as I got back, I spread out my order on the desk like a banquet fit for a king. The warm, garlicky scent of breadsticks filled the air, making my stomach growl in anticipation. I dug into the creamy fettuccine Alfredo first, everything rich and velvety, coating my tongue with cheesy goodness. The chicken parm was next, crispy and smothered in tangy marinara, followed by endless bowl of salad drenched in that signature dressing. With every forkful, my belly grew heavier, my body sinking deeper into satisfied bliss.
By the time I finished, I knew I had overdone it, but in the best way possible. My stomach was round and full, pressing against my shirt as I shuffled over to the bed. I barely made it onto the mattress before letting out a deep sigh, rubbing slow circles over my stuffed belly. The softness of the bed mixed with the warmth of my meal made for the perfect food setting. My hands worked to soothe the fullness, pressing gently against my belly, which had been well-fed and now some rest.
A huge thank you to the wonderful person who made this feast possible. Everything was pure comfort, every moment was worth savoring. Now, as I lay here, belly full and happy, I can say without a doubt this was exactly what I needed.