Sexy times with food…

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.)

Photo by Womanizer WOW Tech on Unsplash

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).

Looking for something longer than a collection of short stories? What about a box set? You’re sure to find one to suit in this collection of 85, including my Girls On Film set of three steamy contemporary novellas, reduced to the price of one novella until the end of March…

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.

Photo by Dainis Graveris on Unsplash

For inspiration and tips on getting sexy with food:
https://www.refinery29.com/en-us/hot-sex-with-food-tips

pleasure in the past

In the story I’m madly working on at the moment, Siren, Elisabeth Tanner is a passionate, virginal bride-to-be, set in the British Virgin Islands in the early 19th century. Having grown up in a marginally less rigid society, with a companion/maid who would these days be considered a couples sex therapist (her reason for being employed in Elizabeth’s parents house provides an interesting secondary story) Beth is determined to enjoy the marriage bed.

The day of her engagement to scientist explorer William Swan – the day before he is to leave on a 6 week voyage – Beth gives her betrothed a notebook and asks him to write her a journal of pleasure while he’s away, to enlighten her in the joys of sex.

He goes one better and also has the sail-maker craft a sex-toy to practice with, and to give herself pleasure. Something like this, and 18th century dildo found in Poland, eight inches long and made of high quality leather with a carved wooden tip.

As usual, I did some digging on-line (hence the photo, above) and found some fascinating information on the history of sex aids.

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In ancient Greece, dildos made of bread were used by men and women as a sexual aid,  according to Vicki Leon, author of The Joy of Sexus: Lust, Love & Longing in the Ancient World â€” a biodegradable sexual aid, which made them responsible sexy people. 

A siltstone phallus found in Germany is said to date back 28,000 years.

2000 years ago in ancient China, a bronze dildo.

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Phalluses made from stone, wood, leather and even camel dung have all been found during excavations, or referenced in historical text and images.

“… we have evidence of a dildo-like object that’s 28,000–30,000 years old. We think of these things as new, but you see dildos on Greek vases and in Japanese art.

In a way, we were more liberated in the late 1800s and early 1900s, when sex toys were advertised everywhere, like in the New York Times.

https://www.thecut.com/2017/11/the-30-000-year-history-of-the-sex-toy.html

and even earlier… “30,000 years… phallic batons from the Upper Paleolithic period. The early sex toys were made of bone and ivory and teeth. They were classified by archaeologists as flint-shaping tools and found in Germany and other parts of Eurasia during the Ice Age.” Hallie Lieberman


If you’re looking for something sexy to read before then, I’ve reduced my novella Little Blonde Lies (an enemies to lovers revenge romance dripping with hot sex)
to 99 cents until the end of 2020.

Iconic Playboy

I’ve just started watching the docudrama American Playboy: The Hugh Hefner story and I was surprised by his very ordinary early life. I think we’ve all known a guy like the young Hugh – shy, awkward and deep thinking.

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I have to applaud his commitment to shine a light on the necessity and normalcy of sex in the repressed and puritanical era of the 1950s, when ‘doctors refused contraceptives to single women and the Hollywood production code dictated separate beds for married couples’. Continue reading

marathon lovemaking sessions and an e-book sale

So… as I’ve been editing my 130,000 word novel (which I have now finished and am about to send off for a structural edit). Part of the process was reducing (or removing) some of the more intense or ‘unsuitable’ love scenes. One of the scenes I cut back was at the sensual ‘climax’ of the story, the first time my heroine her dark and damaged Champagne producer give in to their lust.

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Describing each act in a night of lovemaking was a bit extreme, so I removed the little one in the middle, and edited the rest down to their scintillating essence.

Circumstances have my lovers sharing a one bedroom cottage at Henri’s vineyard, but instead of arguing about who gets the bed, they fall in to it together.

One day I hope you’ll read my debut work of sensual women’s fiction, to read the scenes that made the cut, but for now, here’s a little tease…

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The Little Death

I have a confession to make: I adore drinking wine – white or red – and have been a fan of rosĂ©, especially the dry varieties, for many years. As a lover of most things French and sensual, on a recent mini break to Queensland’s ‘granite belt’, I couldn’t resist ordering the La Petite Mort RosĂ© from a restaurant wine list.

The cool, high country and decomposed granite soils of the area make for unique and excellent wines – the label got my attention, andthe wine did not disappoint!

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http://www.lapetitemort.com.au/

As I was drinking, my curiosity sparked and I did a little digging about the origins of the term ‘La Petite Mort’. The little death as a metaphor for orgasm is fairly mainstream, and has been used as a title for many things, including restaurants and a ballet, and is referenced widely in music lyrics.

The term was in use as early as the 16th century, originally referring to a fainting fit, later enlarged to include ‘nervous spasm’. More recently the term has been used to describe a sexual orgasm as a spiritual as well as physical release, an orgasm so intense it feels like an out of body experience; the feeling of having expended life force, of having died a little.

Surely, a little warm death is even better? (sung beautifully by Stringmansassy):

La petite mort is commonly used in literature, although not always in a sexual way (i.e. Thomas Hardy’s Tess of the D’Urbervilles) and literary critic Roland Barthes used the term to describe the experience of reading great literature.

I’m sure I’ll find a way to slip it into my writing…

I’ll leave you with a beautiful but sad song…

a tout a l’heure…

Foot fetish or foot appreciation?

To some, the sight of a well-tended, attractive foot is a huge turn-on. Why is it that a high arch, elegant toes, foot jewellery and/or sexy shoes can turn a normally sensible person into a slavering sex slave?

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There are a few theories, but this is the one I particularly like:

According to the neuroscientists, the part of the brain that relates to the genitalia and feet are located next to one other in the brain’s body image map, which can lead to some crossed wiring. The neurons in the brain that have to do with sensations in the foot are ‘neural neighbours’ to the neurons that have to do with sensations in the sexual areas. The theory is that the ‘couriers’ in the nervous system get crossed, which is why feet can be so erotic.

Other researchers have found the smell of feet is arousing  to some – the natural odour of feet can act like pheromones.

For men, interest in pretty peds may be because they don’t typically spend any time on their own feet, whereas women often make an effort to make theirs look attractive. The arches and natural curves of the woman’s foot can be as arousing as any feminine curve.

Then there’s ‘cue theory’ or imprinting – childhood experiences which may have a direct effect on a person’s erotic attraction to feet. Foot cues could originate from a very young age – as young as when a child is crawling, when they may see their mother’s feet more than any other part of her body. Thus, a foot can become associated with the positive feelings of a nurturing mother.

Ogi Ogas, a neuroscientist and co-author of A Billion Wicked Thoughts, explains, “Following cue theory, during a man’s critical period of sexual desire formation, his innate foot cue makes him more likely to pay attention to feet and makes him more receptive to foot-related stimuli. If through chance or culture he is then exposed to a strong foot-related experience—a woman sticking her foot in a thirteen-year-old’s face or watching your first girlfriend slowly unroll her black stockings—then the foot-related details of the experience are more likely to get imprinted.”

 

I can definitely appreciate how a lovely foot can be a turn-on, but from what I understand, having a fetish means that in order to be fully sexually aroused, you need to focus on one body part. In the case of podophilia, a foot fetish, the body part/s involved are the feet.

But there’s no reason you couldn’t call your love of a beautifully tended foot a fetish, if that’s what turns you on 😉

And if feet are your man’s Achilles heel, here are some positions he’ll love:

http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/positions/g8659598/foot-fetish-sex-positions/

Jade egg as a writing aid?

It’s been a few months since my jade egg arrived, but I wanted to give my body some time to adjust before I wrote of my experiences.

I can’t be entirely sure of the physical changes since my egg and I first became acquainted, except that in the beginning, the muscles of my vaginal canal could only hold my egg for half an hour or so before my internal muscles tired. The time increased steadily and I quickly found I could go about my normal life with my egg inside. Now I can hold it indefinitely without trying, or being conscious of its presence. I assume from that change that my muscles have become stronger and more toned – and with very little effort.

The most noticeable difference though, is associated with creativity. If I am writing, by using my egg, I find the words flow easier and faster, and if I am having trouble connecting with my creativity (I wouldn’t call it writers block, more like constriction), with my egg as my companion, the connection opens immediately and ideas and words flow without hesitation.

Increased and better access to my creativity was not one of the benefits I expected, but it was an extremely welcome one. Now, after reading Naomi Wolf’s book “Vagina” and learning of the link between orgasm and creativity, I realise I should have expected any improved connection with my sexuality and increased sexual energy, could only benefit my creative process.

A direct line to my muse? I wouldn’t want to be presumptuous, but what a thought!

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Orgasms
 the extremes some women will go to

There’s no denying orgasms are one of life’s more pleasurable – and for many of us, accessible – experiences. But if it wasn’t a simple pleasure? How far would you go to experience the sweet, if short, release of orgasm?

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These days genital plastic surgery is quite common, to make us look prettier ‘down there’ or in an attempt to make orgasm easier to achieve. The removal of the clitoral hood has been popular since the Victorians believed it to be superfluous and that exposing the glans clitoris would make women more responsive.

In fact, the hood is made up of erogenous tissue – it is a pleasure receptor in itself and protects the often too-sensitive clitoris (direct pressure can be painful), diffusing it’s sensitivity so sex can be a pleasurable, not an uncomfortable activity. And why would you willingly remove even a small piece of the organ packed with nerve endings, present in the body for the sole purpose of pleasure? Without it, wouldn’t we just be depriving ourselves of part of our erogenous anatomy? Continue reading