I have always been told about the relationship between food and sex.
Things like feeding your partner or play with him/her with the food, licking fingers, spreading jam/cream/chocolate (yours is the choice) on your partner’s body.. quite a “physical” relationship between the two subjects in question.
But these are far too common examples. The human mind has plenty of potential and can find all sorts of ways to make sure that sex and food get along together.
I could read and wonder about this intense link but I never really felt it. Food for me means survival and I find it relaxing rather than exciting.
Yesterday afternoon I completely changed my mind.
I went to meet a friend at her place. She had and old friend from University over for the weekend and he decided to delight us with a proper French toast.
He took milk, sugar, eggs, butter, cinnamon and bread and started preparing the batter. I just stood there looking at him, I never cooked French toast and I wanted to “watch and learn”.
I found myself following him in every move he was making, from whisking eggs and milk, cleaning the tips of his fingers on a kitchen towel, adding the cinnamon with a light and refined touch, warming up the frying pan, taking a slice of bread and dip it into the batter.
He had an elegance in his movements, he knew what he was doing and he was doing it well. He teased me and made me laugh a lot while preparing this French classic.
I was relaxed, curious and what he cooked was tasty.
And I realised that he was tasty too. French accent – although he was much more sexy when he was speaking in his mother tongue- good looking, funny.“I would not mind having a bite of you and leave the French toast for later..” I thought.
Things like feeding your partner or play with him/her with the food, licking fingers, spreading jam/cream/chocolate (yours is the choice) on your partner’s body.. quite a “physical” relationship between the two subjects in question.
But these are far too common examples. The human mind has plenty of potential and can find all sorts of ways to make sure that sex and food get along together.
I could read and wonder about this intense link but I never really felt it. Food for me means survival and I find it relaxing rather than exciting.
Yesterday afternoon I completely changed my mind.
I went to meet a friend at her place. She had and old friend from University over for the weekend and he decided to delight us with a proper French toast.
He took milk, sugar, eggs, butter, cinnamon and bread and started preparing the batter. I just stood there looking at him, I never cooked French toast and I wanted to “watch and learn”.
I found myself following him in every move he was making, from whisking eggs and milk, cleaning the tips of his fingers on a kitchen towel, adding the cinnamon with a light and refined touch, warming up the frying pan, taking a slice of bread and dip it into the batter.
He had an elegance in his movements, he knew what he was doing and he was doing it well. He teased me and made me laugh a lot while preparing this French classic.
I was relaxed, curious and what he cooked was tasty.
And I realised that he was tasty too. French accent – although he was much more sexy when he was speaking in his mother tongue- good looking, funny.“I would not mind having a bite of you and leave the French toast for later..” I thought.
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