I want a man who eats with the greedy focus and intensity of a starved beast. Then I want him to painfully regret it; to quietly fear that he’s gone too far and made himself too vulnerable. Too full to get away or defend himself. Too fat to avoid being noticed. The regret is so damn sexy. The fear even more so. And then teasing. So much teasing that he’s red to his ears and ready to melt away. Does this make me a sadist?