Food Porn

I opened my eyes, languorous pleasure slowly departing with the lifting fog of repose, to be replaced with a gnawing hunger. It was a good morning, and it would soon get even better.

After several minutes of preparation, I sat in front of her, breathing in the promise of corporal satisfaction. I ogled her, served up on a silver platter, need welling up inside of me. It flowed past its boundaries and would not be contained. It jutted out stiffly, calling into space.

I bit her gently, euphoria breaking over me in great waves, shuddering with the richness in my mouth. Her skin was salty, just the right amount to drive all of my other senses crazy. And the full roundness of butter and bitter chocolate as I explored her texture. And everywhere there was sweetness. I rolled my tongue over a moist nodule, letting the roughness of my taste buds drag across the smooth and slippery surface. I was in a slow burning frenzy, and it threatened to burst in my mouth.

And then it did, gushing forth its hot sweet fruit.

(In the post he leaves more space),
Sweet lord, that was the best blueberry chocolate pancake I ever had. True story from this morning.