Food sex
Tell us your tales of your custard fetish and the rash you got from a bottle of HP sauce. Because we've ALL had a cucumber stuck up our chuff at least once in our lives.
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( , Thu 6 Aug 2009, 13:50)
Tell us your tales of your custard fetish and the rash you got from a bottle of HP sauce. Because we've ALL had a cucumber stuck up our chuff at least once in our lives.
(Question from MissUnexpectedNuttering)
( , Thu 6 Aug 2009, 13:50)
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Totally off topic but....
Can't believe I made it onto the Best page of the mobile phone disasters qotw. Thanks all for your comments...
Back on topic. Food sex, right? Same fiance in the previous question and I 'did it' with a Cadbury's Twirl, thinking the chocolate would melt really easily and be sucked out (rather a big fan of cunnilingus, sorry)
Turns out the temperature inside my ladygarden isn't hot enough to melt chocolate completely. Not so good when despite going at it like a puppy eating a Weetabix said chocolate confection snaps off and resists all efforts at removal. For a few days it was weird to go for a wee, wipe and get a choccy skid mark.
And inadvertent food sex. Going out with a bloke who was a rather fab cook (Thai food espeshly) who, after cooking me a fab meal and being thanked in the time honoured fashion, thought he was onto a winner when I started howling like the American Werewolf in London. Not pleasure. Pain. He'd not washed his hands after chopping bird's eye chilis. I resisted his suggestion to go to Casualty, not fancying telling some junior doctor how I've come to have third degree chili burns on the holiest of holies.
( , Thu 6 Aug 2009, 20:37, Reply)
Can't believe I made it onto the Best page of the mobile phone disasters qotw. Thanks all for your comments...
Back on topic. Food sex, right? Same fiance in the previous question and I 'did it' with a Cadbury's Twirl, thinking the chocolate would melt really easily and be sucked out (rather a big fan of cunnilingus, sorry)
Turns out the temperature inside my ladygarden isn't hot enough to melt chocolate completely. Not so good when despite going at it like a puppy eating a Weetabix said chocolate confection snaps off and resists all efforts at removal. For a few days it was weird to go for a wee, wipe and get a choccy skid mark.
And inadvertent food sex. Going out with a bloke who was a rather fab cook (Thai food espeshly) who, after cooking me a fab meal and being thanked in the time honoured fashion, thought he was onto a winner when I started howling like the American Werewolf in London. Not pleasure. Pain. He'd not washed his hands after chopping bird's eye chilis. I resisted his suggestion to go to Casualty, not fancying telling some junior doctor how I've come to have third degree chili burns on the holiest of holies.
( , Thu 6 Aug 2009, 20:37, Reply)
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