"I don't know if I'm horny or just hungry."
My newly-hired, world-class chef wanted to know my culinary expectations. As a good lady boss, I let him have a food tasting."I want food served in my devourment room," which means anywhere I feel like eating or being eaten."Appetizers must...
"Things get a little kinkier after dinner."
Sean and Salwa sat at the table in the hotel room enjoying their steak dinner. Bloody and tender, their thick cuts of rump stained the plain white dishes with every delicate slice, almost as a recurring motif of their wild...
"You never imagined a demon could taste so good."
Everything about Lilith makes you uncomfortable. The way her single red eye glares at you, how she clenches her cigarette between her teeth, the pistol hanging conspicuously from her hip... For a governmental agent, she doesn't make you feel very...
"They try to make a salad to accompany their meal, but the veggies don't end up in the bowl!"
Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep.Dominic checked the meat thermometer. Perfect. The aroma of the roast wafting into the kitchen brought Renata to his side just as he set it on the counter.“Mmmm, smells amazing,” she sang, inhaling deeply. “I'll make the salad...
"Rooting is Australian slang for ..."
Melinda’s message, Jack eats roots and leaves, had me cooking Ottolenghi’s vegan one-pan orecchiette puttanesca.Eating and enjoying, Jack asked, “Meat?”“Sure!” I whipped my knickers off.“Dessert instead,” he said, smirking.Bending me over the chaise longue, he wrapped fingers in my hair. Snapping...
"When time is the enemy, how much do you risk?"
The Liège waffles dusted with cinnamon and drizzled honey wasn't the only reason that Paolo's became my favourite café. Mia contributed, all smiles and freckles on sun-kissed cheeks.She raises an eyebrow, pen poised, lid chewed. "The usual?"Bubbly, cheeky, and 90210...
"The best way to mend a broken heart is with something sweet and a good fuck."
Fuck it, I’m videotaping it.Something I should've thought of before I coated my hands in custard, but impulse knows no such thing as good timing. Nor was it good timing that the urge overtook me while my partner, lovely as...
"Some things aren't supposed to turn you on, but when they do, there's no stopping it."
Captured in your lens, you watch. I squirm.The raw first impact shot my synapses. My eyes blanked. I hate how disgusting I am, how I lose control. There's nothing pretty about sticky, smelly natto.Humiliated, the shutter clicks.Already, my pussy drips.The more your gaze...
"Who gets to decide what's erotic or not?"
The sticky, gloopy conserve clings to her breasts glistening in the dimly lit room. Small globules of fruit hang off her nipples begging to licked before they dribble down her soft squishy globes.I watched her squirm, debating how sticky I want...
"Inspired by breakfast."
"Bulgaria?""A little tangy for my taste, but the price point can’t be beat.""Or would you prefer creamy Caspian Sea?""Smooth and luxurious on my skin - delicious - but I’m just looking to get my Bifix.""At that point, generic would be...