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| Lilith Leda |
Introduction
I am without a doubt in love with food and eating. It’s not for comfort but for lust. I crave taste, texture, beauty and art which in my mind I can happily find in a bowl of something delectable. For me, food is without a doubt an act of love, cooking for that someone special or feeding guests at a dinner
party, is a form of communication, a glimpse of yourself on the plate. Watching people eat, the way that they eat will speak volumes without words, it will reflect their inner soul and hint at you their secrets, their lusts and their loves. I absolutely
adore
eating with my fingers, the textures
on your fingers going into your mouth
feeling the drippings
of sauce sliding down your hand and knowing
that you are completely and wholly immersed
in your own little bit of heaven. Nothing
is worse to me than eating with a knife or fork, a spoon on the other hand could be a different story...
but fingers work best.
My love affair with food started a long long time ago. It started when I was very young. I distinctly
remember sitting in the garden high up in a tree at the age of 5 and eating gorgeously fragrant,
fresh peaches or pomegranates. I remember going into the kitchen cupboard
when I was 6 years old and devouring
a tin of black olives... and slowly nibbling on each one till the pip was clean and piling them up high on the kitchen
floor. Then there are the times I remember at school
when I would open
up my lunch
box
and shudder
at the thought
of another
sandwich,
m y search
and urgent desire for food that tantalised and pleased each taste bud in my mouth started at such a young and tender age and then it just grew till it seriously
took over my daily life. For me as an adult I can describe my love and adoration for food the same way I describe sex. Think of that first bite. It starts with a sinful seduction just a little bit of teasing and tantalising...
you just want to have it...and when you do it’s pure and utter pleasure, entering
your mouth slowly waiting
for all those senses
to kick in and enjoy each little
bit of texture, each
little bit of taste. You feel
it consuming you like a gateway of pleasure. Swallow and there, feeling it go down, enjoying all the sensations,
you are at total peace, fulfilled.
What could be better you may ask, perhaps eating whilst having sex...
I think about food and eating more than I think about sex. and I think about
sex a lot. Come to think of it, I love to have sex whilst eating. What could I possibly eat during sex you might ask... well
to me, it could be anything but especially if it’s sticky and messy... Condensed Milk, there is
almost nothing in this world better than Condensed Milk. I love to open up a tin and make a little hole in it and suck the condensed milk gently out and feeling it smother m y tongue all sticky and sweet. It’s best hidden somewhere in the back of the fridge
so that throughout the day I can sneak off and have a little suck.
How about dark chocolate, melted with double cream, cinnamon, coffee and a dash of Brandy , when it gets to the stage where it gets all gooey and thick and you can just take your finger and plunge it into this mass of sticky heaven... pure and utter indulgence. Seeing as I am the one on top during this sexual splurge, I think it best if I be fed these tantric treats considering I am doing all the work..
