Saturday, May 24

Does food alway equal sexy?

Do you find this passage erotic? Feedback received with thanks.

It had been a very long time, she reached forward and took the cracker from his outstretched fingers. She held it, looking at it with consideration until she had calmed down. Then she brought it up to her face, past her lips to her nose where she inhaled deeply. She took in the smoky aroma of the fig, sliced to reveal the tiny yellowed seeds before taking in the creamy mouldy smell of the cheese. The cracker had a dusty aroma of its own, but nothing compared to the fig and cheese. She opened her mouth wide and placed the combination on her tongue then slowly closed her lips around it. She held it there before moving her jaw to crush the flavours together, releasing them onto her taste buds. She closed her eyes and hugged herself as saliva flowed, washing the tastes around her mouth then ultimately down her throat. After she’d swallowed she continued to stand there with her eyes closed. Breathing deeply, reliving the sensations all over again before she realised there was a pile of cheese and figs in front of her and disapproving eyes where nowhere near. She took a lump of brie and put a fig on it, she didn’t bother with the cracker, it was a filler; no purpose but to stop you from consuming too much of the expensive King Island Double Brie.

3 comments:

doll said...

OK I will be picky to prove I have read this special little vignette. There is a where which should be a were.

Now to the more interesting stuff. You have successfully catapulted me into my past to a lunch at a very post modern restaurant in Beijing where the piece de resistance was a slice of pear topped by stilton and the fig inner bits. Yummy.

doll said...

I've just realised the question was do you find the passage erotic, for me no, I was focussed on the food.

Like Riding A Bike said...

thanks for the typo spotting. when you write this stuff, you miss the most obvious things ;-)