Thank you Victoria, for having me on your blog today. I’m excited to be here and to have a chance to talk about one of my favorite sex items: food.
Now I’m not talking about ankles-deep, sitting in cakes, smearing bar-b-que sauce over your bodies. Although, for many, this has distinct advantages. But that’s a topic for another day. For this post, I’m talking about the subtle type of foods. Something that can be applied, drizzled, added to the body, but then erotically removed with teeth, lips and tongue.
Think syrups. Glazes. Liquids that run in spine-tingling streams across the flesh.
When I saw the call for submissions for the Whip It Up! Anthology, my mind started churning. So many ideas. So many ways to incorporate food and sex. BDSM sex, to be exact. How perfectly thrilling!
My story in this anthology is Five Courses, and in this tale, two Dominant chefs remind their flatmate of the rules of their kitchen. Similar to a five course meal, they lead her through discipline in five distinct ways. And, keeping in line with the theme, their ways include (but is not exclusive to) the use of a tart lemon glaze and a warm cinnamon oil blend.
“Open your eyes, sweetheart,” Trent whispered. He rested back over the counter, the bowl now between them. He raised the spoon and let the pale mixture pour slowly back into the bowl. “I take it you’ve never sucked a guy off either, have you?” His whisper caressed her skin and she shivered even as she went up on her toes. Mike pumped his finger in and out of her—feeling Mike behind her while Trent talked right in front of her was screwing with her brain. She’d never been so sexually open. And under bright, industrial lights, too.
She shook her head while staring at the late-night stubble on Trent’s jaw, and she couldn’t help but reach out to touch him. He allowed one stroke before turning his head to capture her forefinger between his lips. He nipped the tip, then spoke again. “Keep your finger out. Yes, just like that.”
Trent drizzled the mix over the tip of her finger. Then he sucked it into his mouth, closing over her knuckle and swirling his tongue against her. Melissa couldn’t have held back her moan if she’d been ordered.
When Trent released her finger, he’d eaten all the syrup off. “Now you try it,” he told her, extending his forefinger towards her. She opened her mouth. “Wait,” he said, and dribbled the syrup over his finger. The entire finger. “Lick the glaze from my finger. Use only your tongue.”
She stuck her tongue out and with the tip, tentatively swiped at the glaze. She tasted it, and a sweet, tangy lemon flavour burst over her tongue.
“Melissa.” Trent sounded exasperated. “Open your mouth and lick. The syrup. Off. My. Finger. Then you’ll get to do it from my cock.”
Yum! And there’s definitely more where this came from. So don’t miss your chance to pick up a copy of Whip It Up! for your own. There are six great stories and many more great ideas that you’ll no doubt find yourself on a midnight run to the store before cozying up with your loved one. You can find this anthology at any of these great booksellers:
Thanks again, Victoria for having me here today.
~Ensnare yourself in love