I guess my love of bread started a young age.
I was always pretty fond of food and was born with a natal yeast infection, So you can understand that I was overjoyed when I first found out that you could eat a product made by Yeast, which I called a Yeast-Product (and then later bread).
Little did I know that this was the start of my beautiful relationship with Bread.
Sitting here and thinking back about those early years makes me feel all gooey all over.
As I got older, my relationship with bread flourished (just like my love button).
I first realised that I had a bread fetish when I was about 17, There I was sitting at home , watching the Yeast rise, when my father came home with what I later found out was a bagett. Seeing him holding that long flesh coloured object made the hairs on the back of my small (or the small on my back) stand up on their ends.
I didn't know it then but the feeling that I was feeling was arousal.
Nothing from then on came close to the feeling I got from watching a man holding a long hard tasty object.
It seems I have gotten carried away..
Thats all for now!
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