Food, sex and wine – my three favorite sensual pleasures. I’m thinking… why not combine them?
The obvious way to indulge would be a dinner date, or you could try ‘foodplay’ (think grapes, popsicles, whipped cream, phallic shaped vegetables 😉 within the bounds of healthy, safe sex of course.)
You might wonder what got me started thinking about combining food and sex. Well, the idea came from my creative friends in one of my stories-in-progress… Sweet Caroline, a ffm menage erotic romance. So far there’s ice-cream and champagne, as well a delicious but inedible sex toy. If you’d like to sample a bit of sweetness, check out the excerpt at the end of this post…
Sweet Caroline is just one of a new collection of erotic short stories: Black Ribbon Editions (brand new cover below, standing proudly beside the old favorite, Love, Lust & Nipple Clamps, with an updated cover).
As promised, here’s a taste of ‘Sweet Caroline’…
Shoes, socks, shirt and trousers off, the note instructed.
Luke obeyed, and unbuttoned his shirt. He peeled it off slowly, playing up to the looks of admiration from the two girls across the room. They were so different in appearance and personality, but he wanted them both equally. Jacqueline, dark haired, slim and athletic stood beside her seated friend, Caroline – pale, soft and curvaceous. By their parted lips and quickening breaths, it seemed they wanted him just as badly.
He toed off his shoes and bent to pull off his socks, watching as Jac moved behind her friend, trailing her fingertips along her collarbone and slipping the robe off one shoulder.
As he unzipped his trousers, Caro untied the sash of her robe, allowing one side to fall away and expose one lush breast, a pale strip of torso and a landing strip of honey-blonde.
Not moving from the doorway, Luke lifted his gaze and took in the scene before him, imprinting it on his memory. The two beautiful women he had grown to admire, either of whom it would be a pleasure and privilege to make love to, and here they had both invited him to share what promised to be a night he would never forget.
Stepping out of his trousers, he hung them over his shirt on the back of the chair. Luke held his breath, almost bursting out of his skin to find out what they had planned for him.
Caro picked up a bottle of champagne from the floor and popped the cork.
Jac took a glass from the vanity.
Caro reclined, opening her shapely legs. Her robe fell away.
Luke’s blood heated at the sight of her nakedness, the feminine curves of her inner thighs and abdomen exposed. He fought the urge to go to her, to drop on his knees between her legs and run his fingers through the strip of curls, to bury his face in her sex. He could almost taste her feminine scent.
When Jac knelt in front of Caro and nudged her knees wider, spreading her sex to his view, Luke’s cock surged to full attention. Fuck. Would Jac play out his urge to plunge her face between Caroline’s legs? Whatever they were about to do, he knew it was going to drive him mad.
His cock urged him to take action, to do something… to join them, or take hold himself. But he remained still. And waited for their next instruction. He was here by their invitation after all.
Fascinated, he watched Jac position the glass and Caro lift the bottle, then tip it. The liquid dropped downward in a thin stream, and plunged between her labia, the glass below catching the overflow. Luke’s mouth went suddenly dry at the sight of Caro, her head thrown back, her hips undulating beneath the flow of champagne.
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