Food Fetish Experience (Quarantine Confessions) Part 1
Well here we are again, still in lockdown, and still under quarantine. Again, I hope that you are all trying to stay safe and cope the best way you can. You all know that I’ve been getting myself into some slutty, taboo adventures, and I’m back this time to tell you all about my first ever food play experience.
I’ve been trying to come up with fun things to keep myself and my body entertained during this quarantine. And I had always wondered what it would be like to have food eaten off of me. Or, have someone treat me like I was an ice cream cone, and just lick me all over.
I figured now would be a perfect time to experiment. So, I called up my good friend from the grocery store. Yes, remember this guy, my quarantine fuck buddy? Well, I had him come back for me because let’s face it, it’s quarantine, I can only be a selective slut, so my choices are kind of limited, but I knew he would totally give in and do whatever I wanted.
It was Thursday anyway, which was one of our normal days we usually met up for fun. I had sent him a text to ask if he was still coming over. Of course, he replied with the word yes.
I told him I couldn’t wait and asked him if he was still at work.
He replied with a sad-looking emoji, and then I went on to ask him if he could pick up a few things. I think I had thrown him off just a bit because I never asked him to bring over anything sweet. Usually, we would just hang out, have a drink, have a good fuck, and that was that.
I was excited though, I wanted to surprise him in case he got nervous and wanted to back out, but on the list I made, I had him pick up some strawberries, whipped cream, chocolate ice cream, cookies, and a bottle of maple syrup.
He texted me back asking if we were going to make ice cream Sundays or something sweet like that. All I wrote back was, yeah, something like that. He had no idea what he was about to get himself into, and I couldn’t wait for him to have his way with me, eating and licking every single part of me.
he finally got to my house with all of the items I asked for. Walking in, he was trying to be funny and cute. Putting the groceries down on the table, he then asked, so what is the real reason why you had me get all of this stuff? I looked at him with a bit of a seductive smile and began to bite my lower lip. I told you, we’re going to make ice cream Sundays. Being completely clueless to what was actually going on, he was actually really excited, oh if only he knew what was coming next.1