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.
(Question from MissUnexpectedNuttering)
( , 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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Pilchards
I used to be far more adventurous than I am now. I used to sizzle all sorts of foodstuffs using my partner’s body. Chocolate, cream, coconut milk, custard, raw chicken breasts, the lot.
But I am not going to tell you where it went right. I am going to tell you where it went wrong...
It was an intoxicating night. Blazing hot, and humid. My wench, she was filthy. A sultry damascene filly. We agreed to hold no bars, except my willy bar. That was my willy.
We didn’t discuss what we would do. I shucked my clothes. I lay there on the bed.
She appeared like a harbinger of porn. Took off her clothes. I had a diamond cutter on. It was painful. She shimmered sexily above my body...she planted her maisy above my mouth.
That minx I thought! She has smeared her ladybits with gorgeous ambrosia custard. I could see the yellow glint from her vulva...she was custarded up and willing to smear me.
Then, I got an awful whiff of pilchards.
I decided to carry on...
She juiced me up good and proper. It was only afterwards that I found out she had gonorrhea.
( , Thu 6 Aug 2009, 23:57, 7 replies)
I used to be far more adventurous than I am now. I used to sizzle all sorts of foodstuffs using my partner’s body. Chocolate, cream, coconut milk, custard, raw chicken breasts, the lot.
But I am not going to tell you where it went right. I am going to tell you where it went wrong...
It was an intoxicating night. Blazing hot, and humid. My wench, she was filthy. A sultry damascene filly. We agreed to hold no bars, except my willy bar. That was my willy.
We didn’t discuss what we would do. I shucked my clothes. I lay there on the bed.
She appeared like a harbinger of porn. Took off her clothes. I had a diamond cutter on. It was painful. She shimmered sexily above my body...she planted her maisy above my mouth.
That minx I thought! She has smeared her ladybits with gorgeous ambrosia custard. I could see the yellow glint from her vulva...she was custarded up and willing to smear me.
Then, I got an awful whiff of pilchards.
I decided to carry on...
She juiced me up good and proper. It was only afterwards that I found out she had gonorrhea.
( , Thu 6 Aug 2009, 23:57, 7 replies)
that was disgusting.
have a click.
EDIT; damnit, on PC, wrong account. I always do this. =(
( , Fri 7 Aug 2009, 0:58, closed)
have a click.
EDIT; damnit, on PC, wrong account. I always do this. =(
( , Fri 7 Aug 2009, 0:58, closed)
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