Notes On: Keeping it Juicy - food and sex
Notes On: Keep it juicy – food and sex
I remember the first time I incorporated food into my sex life; I was 18, when I dropped some ice cream onto my cleavage. So of course, like any sane person would, my boyfriend got to work.
From melting ice cream to champagne watersports, to fullblown sploshing (a thoroughly messy but excellent affair), the incorporation of food and drink into dates really heightens the sensuality of time spent with a great person. As I write this, I’m thinking wistfully about the time I had a gin cocktail poured into my mouth by my good friend Hazel, as our male friend looked on in awe at the naked, sensual moment. Eyes closed, I accepted the drink from her ravenously as her steady hand plied the liquid into my open mouth, her other hand caressing my nipples (or at least I think she did – encounters with Hazel are so hot they tend to melt into a blur).
Isn’t there something truly decadent about the feeling of melted chocolate hitting your naked torso? Followed by a greedy, voracious tongue following the trail of the sweet liquid, attempting to lap up every inch of goodness. I adore the glorious tactile sensation of pouring something wet across one’s skin – this goes for the addition of lube, too (and wax play). Expertly placed whipped cream onto a pert nipple. Dripping crushed strawberries into an eager, open mouth (something I had the pleasure of encountering with the formidable Arazatah). The visual aspect is also a huge turn-on, observing the reaction of their skin as I pour onto their torso, watching the goose bumps rise, the way they writhe in pleasure, moving their hips up to further quicken the contact they make with the substance. It’s for this reason that I love COB, too – alongside the ‘right, who’s going to be the one to grab the towel?!’ moment. There’s a real joy to it, too; laughing as things inevitably get a little bit sticky and messy (a hair band is permanently on my wrist for this very occasion). My favourite encounters are those that are filled with laughter.
How about the sucking sound of a lover biting into a fresh segment of orange, the citrus smell dispersing through the air, awakening our senses? Or the sound of the champagne cork popping? These sensual delights – small, and subtle – are in my opinion what make a moment with a lover special. But we’re not just here for the small things, are we. Have you ever tried sploshing? I’m no expert (that I’ll leave to Penny Banks), and while I don’t have a specific sexual fetish towards food, there’s something seriously horny about watching someone enjoy their wildest desires, and choosing you to be the one to facilitate it. Plus you get to keep any leftover cake, so I’m not complaining. Provided there’s no carpet around, of course…
Me? I’m a Taurus, the most indulgent sign. I was obviously born to be a dinner-date companion. I’ve been told that my golden showers are their most exquisite when champagne is involved. That sharing a dessert at dinner together is a foreplay in and of itself; wouldn’t you like to watch me longingly eat the last bite, the fork guided by your steady hand? Even sharing room service fries at the end of a jam-packed evening around the city together (lockdown restrictions permitted) makes life a little sweeter.
A xx