Food Play Fetishes: Making REAL Food Porn

You might actually be turning people on with that eggplant emoji.
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Photo – Brazzers (Let’s Bake A Titty Cake)

Remember when your parents used to give you a tough time for playing with your food? I used to arrange formless heaps of mashed potatoes into ominous volcanoes, broccoli florets into unsuspecting forests—mayhem would always ensue in the form of gravy lava flows, to the horror of the table’s more mature occupants.

Now, thankfully, parents aren’t around to tell us how to eat our food, and since we’re all grown-ups, there’s an even better way to play. Food play is a catchall term for a staggering number of ways you can, quite literally, fuck with food. I managed to get an interview with such a food play enthusiast named Sharon, to talk about her experiences as a food fetishist with some tips on how to get into carnal cuisine.


How did you get started as a food fetishist? Did you have an orgasm while eating chocolate and say “Wow, that’s for me”?

For me, the road to indulgence began pretty basically—strawberries and chocolate, the age old aphrodisiac of suburban couples and undergraduate guys looking to impress a crush. I remember my boyfriend setting up a cliché Valentine’s Day spread after a night at an overpriced restaurant: rose petals, champagne, the dark chocolate, the ripe and sweet strawberries. I thought it was funny at first, but as we began to fool around, feeding each other, smudging the chocolate across each other’s lips, something clicked. Of course it was sensual, but it was… messy, and I liked that. I liked the sensation of his tongue snaking the chocolate from my face.

The appetite, not just for food, but for me—the idea that both could coexist and enhance the other—has been the biggest draw for me.

Is there a common food play ingredient those interested should begin with? I’m guessing a cucumber? 

Well, food play can take on many forms. Perhaps it’s fucking a cucumber or a thick salami (using a condom, of course) or maybe it’s licking honey from your lover’s skin, worshiping him utterly and completely. You can even engorge yourself on a cheeseburger while making love, condiments spilling onto your lover’s chest as you writhe to orgasm on top of him. Ultimately, it’s whatever you want it to be. It’s whatever fills your appetites.

What are some of the most sensuous pleasures you enjoy from food play?

I’ve always enjoyed ‘sploshing’, food play of the wet, sticky, and messy variety. To me, it encapsulates this human need for excess that we all share, to break beyond the limits of being fulfilled. On some weekends, my partner and I will bake. We might make a cake and whip up a ton of icing. Like enough to coat each of our bodies. Completely. These erotic projects are satisfying and productive. Then, the accoutrement of our naughtiness prepared, we’ll cover our bed, a spot in the living room, anywhere really with plastic. We’ll rub each other in icing, then proceed to clean each other off, licking, kissing, nibbling, biting, consuming each other in a very literal way but also being consumed by the arousal this works up in us.

Wet and messy fetish (WAM), also known as sploshing, is a form of sexual fetishism whereby a person becomes aroused when copious amounts of a substance are applied to the naked skin, face, or to clothing – Wikipedia

What advice could you give to someone interested in experimenting with food play?

If you’re curious about food play, I have only one rule and as obvious as it might seem, it should be said nonetheless. Make sure you’re not doing something as foolish as spreading extra chunky peanut butter on your lover’s body if she has a peanut allergy and, at all costs, avoid spicy foods. In fact avoid foods that are liable to irritate and if you’re looking to fuck produce make sure it’s not small enough to be lost inside you. Also, please wash your veggies before putting them inside you, or wrap them up in a condom.You don’t want pesticides going inside you.

Other than that: let your imagination and lustful appetite guide you; it won’t lead you wrong!

 

Written by Hugh Jasse

An eloquent soul, a lover of women, fine wine, and travel. I can often be spotted aboard a skiff in Santorini, catching rays and artfully plucking at my lute.