Eat Your Fucking Food
- Sep 30, 2025
- 4 min read
Updated: Jun 4
Just the Sex by G. Walker
867 words
This story contains: her and him, queer, trans & nonbinary, madly in love, contemporary romance, couple, BDSM/kink, toys, sub/dom, femdom, degradation, blowjob, ownership
“Eh. It could use more salt,” he says, taking a bite out of the chicken and vodka pasta I had so lovingly prepared. “And you should have gone lighter on the garlic, it's too overwhelming.”
I slam my fork onto my plate. “Get under the table.”
“OK, well, I’m not sure if that’s—” He laughs nervously, his bratty behavior finally biting him in the ass. Biting. Mmm. Maybe I should do that, too?
“Under the table,” I bark. “I’ll feed you something else, since you hate my cooking so much.” I stare him down, my hard-on obvious under my yellow sundress. His gaze shifts from anxious to excited as he slides off his chair, onto his knees, and crawls under the table towards me.
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