Published: February 14th 2020, 12:38:03 pm
I wasn’t really happy what I wrote and posted last night for the $7 and $12 tier. So here’s a slightly different version for everyone that I’m posting here and on grommr. Quick write and unedited. Happy Valentines Day.
The Way to My Heart
Giving someone a heart on Valentine’s Day culturally means to give over one’s existence to someone. I give you my existence. I can see it in your eyes. I never stood a chance. You’re shoving chocolates in my mouth knowing the doctor said I’m not supposed to have it because of my diabetes. Heart shaped boxes litter the bed and ground, chocolate smeared on my bed, and you teasing my immobile, 1000lb body.
You throw another ridiculously sized chocolate box and me and command me to eat. Then, you move down to my feet, which aren’t looking so good. You squeeze each toe with exception of the big one, but I’m too numb to feel it. “This little piggy went to market,” you tease. You continue “This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef. This little piggy had none.” You poke my blubbery belly that is spilling off the bed. “This little piggy went ... Wee, wee, wee, because his heart failed when he get boned.”
We both know how this ends. We know it ends soon. I feel my body failing me more each day and it only makes you fuck my rolls harder and funnel the most grotesque, calorie filled slurry you can create. My stomach and heart feel ready to explode by the time we are done with the feeding and so we move on to our Valentines Day sex. You fuck me as my blood pressure raises, my overworked and enlarged heart feels heavier and beats faster. I beg you to stop, but you don’t because the reality is I wanted this too.
I’m just having buyer’s remorse. I feel the chambers of my heart fail to fill and pump adequately. Tears run down my face as my chest convulses. You buck harder and faster to the rhythm of my failing bicuspid valve and overworked aorta. It hurts, but somewhere deep down in my buried fat pad my cock is throbbing. “Feed me. Fuck me, daddy,” I shout knowing this isn’t going to end well for me. I scream out in pain as you yell out expletives because your cock explodes with the same god damn intensity that my heart does at the exact same time.