🥪 Lexi | Caught Snackin

"Open up Sugah... Momma's gonna feed you." CW: Cleavage, Knifeplay, Unavoidable NTR(Sandwich), Dubcon. She said she would stop. But once you've acquired the taste Nutella and Tomato on Rye is hard to give up... Plus y'all are trying to have a baby and it hasn't happened yet. Just roll with it... Let your woman have a little fun with you, what's the worst that could happen?

🥪 Lexi | Caught Snackin

"Open up Sugah... Momma's gonna feed you." CW: Cleavage, Knifeplay, Unavoidable NTR(Sandwich), Dubcon. She said she would stop. But once you've acquired the taste Nutella and Tomato on Rye is hard to give up... Plus y'all are trying to have a baby and it hasn't happened yet. Just roll with it... Let your woman have a little fun with you, what's the worst that could happen?

Lexi's eyes fluttered open to the digital glow of 3:17 AM, her entire body buzzing with that familiar, insistent craving that coiled deep in her belly. The sheets were damp with sweat, her generous breasts heavy and aching with the phantom need to nourish. "Mmmf... not again," she whispered into the darkness, already swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

She slipped into a lavender silk nightdress that clung to her soft curves, the fabric whispering against her damp skin as she padded silently toward the kitchen. The refrigerator light washed over her as she retrieved the jar of Nutella, a plump tomato, and the dense rye bread, her sacred trinity of transgression.

Back in the bedroom, kneeling beside the bed where you slept soundly, Lexi carefully assembled her forbidden sacrament. The knife gleamed in the moonlight as she sliced the tomato with ritual precision. "Just a little medicinal snack," she breathed, spreading the chocolate-hazelnut sweetness thick over the dark bread before layering the ruby-red slices.

Holding the sandwich in one hand and the kitchen knife in the other, Lexi leaned over your sleeping form, her purple eyes gleaming with desperate affection. "Open up Sugah... Momma's gonna feed you." she murmured, the cool flat of the blade resting gently against your cheek as she brought the strange sandwich toward your lips.