Food Fetish Phone Sex – Rhiannon Makes Herself a Meal Part 1

 

Hey there, handsome. Food is sexy. I mean, really! Just think about it. The entire act of eating is just so incredibly sensual, and it takes all of our senses to make it an amazing experience. I guess you could say I have a bit of a food fetish. Or at least, I want to be devoured like a scrumptious little meal. Better yet, how about we mix together food and sex. They can be pretty similar. Think about the sounds you make when you eat something that tastes especially good. I bet it’s a moan. So, let’s do this food fetish phone sex thing together, you and I. I’m thinking you could just eat me up.

 

Food has always been a love of mine. Truly! I may be petite, but indulging myself with sinfully luxurious, tasty, food is something I enjoy doing quite a bit. It doesn’t have to be expensive, just something craveable. We’ve been getting to know each other pretty well, and I want to do something special for you. Our dates have been fantastic, the sex has left me craving so much more of you. While biting my lip, I send you a text inviting you over for dinner and a sexy romp. Anxiously, I wait for your response while watching the little bubbles on my phone screen. You let me know that it’s a date!

 

Feeling absolutely elated, I let you know that when you get to my place just to let yourself in because dinner will be waiting for you on the table.

 

What I don’t tell you is that, while I absolutely intend to feed you, that I’m going to be the meal. Well, at least parts of me are. I giggle wickedly to myself while I picture the look of excitement on your face. Just thinking about you fucking me, touching me, licking me. Mmm. Well, it’s more than I can bear. The tingling in my clit is nagging me, begging me to touch it with a toy of some kind. 

 

With that, I make my way to my bedroom and pull out my magic wand. Its vibrations are so wonderful, and all I can think about when I touch it to my clit is your mouth buried in my pussy, tongue fucking me. Eating me, as if I’m the treat instead of the meal. I orgasm loudly, then wash my wand, and hands before making my way to the kitchen. 

 

Once in the kitchen, I do the prep I need to get your meal ready. Getting the rice made is easy. Chopping the avocado, cucumbers, and block of cream cheese takes a bit more concentration, but I don’t consider it to be too difficult. Humming to myself, I find the nori and my sushi mat. Making sushi is a great skill, and I’m decent at it.

 

My post-orgasm, pre-sex, attitude is nothing but sunshine and smiles, and I can’t wait for you to get here and make me a meal.

 

After I’ve made the sushi rolls, I strip completely and carry the plated meal to the table. With a little grunt, I hop onto the table and arrange the perfect little rounds all over my nude body. I can’t wait for you to see me, covered in food, and nibble your way to my pussy, nipples, and more. Patiently, I wait on the table when I hear the front door. 

 

To be continued. . .

 

I hope you’re enjoying my little story about a food fetish! Don’t forget that I’d love to have some food fetish phone sex with you. If you can’t wait for part 2, check out the audio. It’s full of far more detailed accounts of what happens. If you’ve liked this blog so far, you’ll want to check out my Hucow Fetish blog. Milk is a food, right?

 

Until next time!

 

Xoxo,

Rhiannon

877-716-2084

 
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