My teen is away on a summer break, and mother here has been indulging in naughty bits of sultry food porn. The kind where teriyaki chicken is the missionary position, and a miso-glazed black cod in coconut broth is a daring attempt at the passion propeller.
You see, while childless I have free roam of the kitchen and dining out options. I have the luxury of making my own dining choices free from naysaying and objection.
Which means that I've quite taken to enjoying some more exotic foods that would generally find the teen squeamish. I'm taking great delight stimulating my palette with newfound tasty delights, while tempting my senses with feasty aphrodisiacs.
I'm also free to delight in a the sensual positioning of food plating and acting out some girl next door fantasies with my chosen meals.
a sexy grilled cheese?
I mean lets face it, we're a food-obsessed nation.
Countless television programs are dedicated to food. To watching it, to preparing it, and to traveling to the far edges of the earth searching for the most unusual of it.
Countless television programs are dedicated to food. To watching it, to preparing it, and to traveling to the far edges of the earth searching for the most unusual of it.
Everybody's doing it.
Why take for example this delicious, plump and juicy tomato...
With sweat beads forming on the surface of its skin, it's like a submissive lover vying for affection.
Then there's the (dare I say?) provocative navel orange that's just waiting to be lovingly undressed to reveal its ripe flesh beneath. It longs to be devoured so that it may have the chance to release its citrus juices in a cascade down the length of a lonely arm.
A she-wolf of a dangerous siren, I say.
A vegetable medley is a close to a feast of unruly indulgence as one can get without the guilt, as one takes in all that doused olive oil in a celebration dedicated to sensual enjoyment.
And if you're a carnivorous type, the warm underbelly of roasted pork will serve you well.
The drink?
A refreshing item certain to get the mouths to watering. A nine year old, oak-barrel fermented, scotch whiskey from a small glen in Scotland when the long day is done.
Then there are the sweets.
The extraordinary desserts.
The sticky and messy goodness of creme filled donuts.
The delicately sweet mixed within a flaky shell becomes a food fit for lovers. A climax of perfect bedfellows where chocolate oozes, and crumblies careen down onto a sea of bedsheets.
...and then there's the trio of sweets.
A perfect, decadent Ménage à Trois, begging and screaming to "Eat me" like a steamy food scene straight out of 9 and 1/2 Weeks.
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The extraordinary desserts.
The sticky and messy goodness of creme filled donuts.
Followed only then, by spoonables fit for feeding hungry sweethearts.
...and then there's the trio of sweets.
A perfect, decadent Ménage à Trois, begging and screaming to "Eat me" like a steamy food scene straight out of 9 and 1/2 Weeks.
Perfectly suited for ultimate indulgence.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm about to experiment with a little Debbie Does Salad.
but not before I leave you with this...
*biting on my knuckle*
Ahem...
Off now for a cold shower.
Ahem...
Off now for a cold shower.
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