Eat your way to a better orgasm!

I was cleaning out my fridge the other day – not very erotic, I agree! But I was using the time to think about a little plot issue in my latest erotic WIP, and as I removed the now rather wilted asparagus I was reminded of a post I wrote some time ago on food-related aphrodisiacs, and I’d like to share part of that post here:

Some foods, of course, are classically associated with love or sex, such as chocolate (which contains theobromine and helps produce feel-good endorphins in the brain), or strawberries (classed as an aphrodisiac since the times of ancient Rome). But what other sexy treats might be found in our own fridge or pantry?

That humble asparagus – no doubt in its less wilted form – is purported to help men reach orgasm more easily. Did you know that it was a custom in 19th century France for bridegrooms to be served asparagus before their wedding? Avocadoes are another food that are great for male sexuality – it was prized for its aphrodisiac qualities by the Aztecs, whose name for an avocado actually translates to “testicle”.

What about for us women, you ask? I can offer you basil, which is known to cure headaches (very useful, and I guess it tastes better than an aspirin!), and almonds, which apparently are great for increasing libido in women. Figs – one of my favorite fruits – were prized more highly than gold in ancient Greece due to their so-called “erotic” properties.

Saffron and ginseng are both reported to improve sexual performance, as do bananas (not because of their tantalizing shape, but because bananas contain the nutrients needed to boost sexual hormones in our system).

Nutmeg is another spice that apparently helps raise body temperature and has the added advantage of sweetening the breath of your loved one!

And of course, how could I forget caviar? From a nutritional point of view, it offers a source of protein that bodes well for energy levels, but from a romantic point of view, I think the symbolism of life and fertility, coupled with the delicious flavor and texture in the mouth, makes this one my aphrodisiac of choice.

So, do you really think it is possible to eat your way to a better orgasm? Are there any special foods you love? Any I haven’t mentioned here that you recommend? For a little inspiration, here is a scene involving chocolate body paint from my erotic romance, PANDORA’S GIFT:

 “Hmm.” She pretended to consider her options. “This canvas is nice and blank. Where should I start?” Her paint-laden index finger connected with his nipples. Like hard little pebbles against her cushioned fingertips, the feel of him sent a tremor right to her core. “Here?” She swirled across his ribs, down his abdomen, dipping into one of the shadowed areas that highlighted his impressive six-pack. “Or here?” She swept lower, into the tangle of hair that denoted the start of his manhood, loving the sound of the groan that escaped his lips. “Yes,” she said. “Definitely here.” She refreshed the chocolate on her fingers and curled her hand around the hard, hot center of him, stroking up toward the tip and back again.

“Ah, Pandora,” he whispered, the words coming out shaky and almost incoherent. “You’re a witch, baby, and you’ve got me enslaved.”

“I am a witch, Flint. Haven’t you figured that out yet?” She looked down, tightened her grip momentarily. “And this is one giant chocolate bar I’ve been itching to taste.”

She dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, almost swooning at the elemental taste of Flint coated in chocolate. She felt his fingers twisting in her hair, clutching, pushing her deeper, encouraging the rhythm, heard his rumbling sigh of pleasure, then he was lifting her up and off him, grabbing her by the arms and depositing her firmly on the kitchen bench top.

“Oh!” She couldn’t help protesting. “That’s cold!”

He stood over her, eyes dark with desire, reaching for chocolate. “This’ll warm you up.”

She leaned back instinctively, spread her legs a little wider, and moaned as the body paint, warmed by his fingers, drizzled down the valley of her vulval lips, followed closely by his questing tongue. The twin sensations of hot and cold, the hard granite beneath her buttocks, the heat of his lips and tongue on her core, was like that knife edge between pleasure and pain that seemed to mark all their lovemaking. “I love it,” she said.

PANDORA’S GIFT is available at Amazon and Red Sage Publishing.

Jennifer Lynne writes sensual and erotic romance including the popular GODS OF LOVE series. MMF menage a trois romance, PLATINUM PASSION, was a Best Book of 2011 nominee in GLBT Fantasy Romance at The Romance Reviews. The recently released transsexual romance, APHRODITE CALLING, was a Book of the Month nominee at LASR and is garnering great reviews at Amazon and Goodreads. SEX CLUB SECRETS, the third instalment in the GODS OF LOVE series, will be out later this year. Find out more at Jennifer’s website.

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Platinum Passion recommended by Chellesie B Dancer

What if you could choose between spending the night with your beloved husband, or a hunky sex god? If it were up to me, I’d chose both! Most of us, if we ever had such a choice, would hold fast to our one true love. But what if the hunky sex god chose both of you? IF you want to find out what would happen, you’ve got to read PLATINUM PASSION! After twenty years, Jeannie and Jake have a love that’s strong, but the spark between them is muffled by piles of everyday stress. Until their 20th wedding anniversary, when hot and hunky Pothos, the god of sexual yearning, saunters into their life. PLATINUM PASSION was a Best Book of 2011 nominee in GLBT Fantasy Romance at The Romance Reviews. An erotic novella, it’s just long enough to explore lots of possibilities on this one perfect night. And short enough to read in one evening and still have time to pursue your own passions that night… The only thing I wondered, how soon can I read the next one in the GODS OF LOVE series? Luckily book 2, APHRODITE CALLING, came out yesterday! Woohoo!

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Killer Kisses  recommended by Roz Lee

I’ve long been a fan of Sharon Buchbinder’s work, so when she compiled seven of her shorter works into a smorgasbord-like anthology – I was thrilled! KILLER KISSES is a wonderful collection of unique and individual works, surprisingly from the same author. Where many authors are one-trick ponies, unable to break out of the proverbial mold, Ms. Buchbinder isn’t one of them. With this collection, she showcases her many and varied writing talents across the contemporary romance genre. If you’re looking for something you can read in short bursts, this is the book for you, but don’t be surprised if you sit down to read one of the short stories and end up not putting it down until you’ve finished the entire collection. Ms. Buchbinder’s characters are rich and her story lines full of surprising depth.  Her writing style will pull you in and hold you captive from beginning to end.

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Power Play recommended by Jennifer Lynne

I read this erotic romance soon after its release and it is a story that has stayed in my mind as one of my favorites. And that is saying something because believe me, I read a lot! So what was it about POWER PLAY that grabbed and held my attention above so many others in this genre? In her novel, Ms. Dancer does a beautiful job traversing that fine line between super-sexy and kink – so good a job in fact, that I went out and bought some almond oil after reading this sizzling story. Enough said! That enticing promise (or threat!) of light BDSM in my romance reading is a place that at times I love, and at others I am not so comfortable in, but the playful tone of Ms. Dancer’s story drew me in and held my interest throughout. The ambiguity of the term “power play” relating both to Liz and Sergio’s sexual activity and their respective places in the corporate world added an extra layer of interest and helped boost the eroticism brewing between these two characters. I will never look at almond oil – or my partner’s business ties – in the same way again. This book is a finalist in the RWA Passionate Plume awards (novella category) and in my opinion, deservedly so. If you like your romance sizzling hot with a hint of kink, this read is just perfect.

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Sweet Carolina recommended by Sharon Buchbinder

Vrrrroom, vrrroom, ladies, start your engines with Roz Lee’s SWEET CAROLINA! When Caudell (Dell) Wayne gets suspended from NASCAR racing and loses his ride, the only thing he expects to do is sit in his lavish home, drink beer and brood over fulfilling his dead father’s prophecy that he would never live up to his arch enemy, Dickhead Warner. Unbeknownst to him, his childhood friend and gear head gal pal, Caroline Hawkins, has grown up and taken over her deceased dad’s racing team. She watches Dell’s demise from afar, first with dismay, then with a glimmer of hope for her deteriorating finances. If she can keep Madman Dell from killing himself and wrecking cars, maybe, just maybe, she can bring her family company back from the brink of financial ruin. When she shows up on his doorstep with the outrageous proposal that he should drive for her, she expects him to turn her down. Instead, he says yes and it’s not just the metal wheels on the concrete walls that spark. He’s an employee, untouchable, or so her brain says. Her body has other thoughts. He knows she’s the boss and he thinks she looks sexy in–and out–of greasy overalls. The fire suits won’t stop the flames that ignite between these two. Will he win the right races and find his soul and soul mate? Or will their relationship crash and burn on the sharp twists and turns of Roz Lee’s unexpected plot twists? I’m not giving you the answers, but I can tell you, I will never look at NASCAR races and racers the same way again after reading this book. Get some ice cubes before you start, it’s a scorching read.

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Sunday Snippets 3 – DESIRE AND DECEPTION by Sharon Buchbinder

Today’s Sunday Snippets is from Sharon Buchbinder’s erotic thriller, DESIRE AND DECEPTION, the story of a man-eating Mexican cartel princess and the secrets she’d do anything to hide.

A baby cried in the distance. Tomas glanced at the bedroom door, then back at Isabel. Indecipherable grunting was followed by the sounds of the baby cooing and giggling.

“Out of all the nannies in Mexico, you had to get a deaf one. What were you thinking?”

He shot her an annoyed look. “Wasn’t like I had a lot of time to interview her. Besides, you should be happy. You told me to get a quiet one this time.”

Isabel sashayed closer to Tomas, and pushed her breasts into his chest. “I think you were too busy looking at her big breasts and nice ass to notice anything else.”

Tomas flushed. “Izzy, no, it’s not like that–”

“I see the way you stare at Rosa. You look at her like she’s an ice cream cone.” Isabel licked her lips, grabbed her husband’s ass, and pulled him close. The citrus smell of Emporio, her favorite men’s cologne, enveloped her. “The only woman you’re going to lick is me. You got that?”

He leaned down and nuzzled the hot spot on her neck. She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis against the growing lump in his jeans. Her robe fell open, and Tomas began kissing her breasts, licking and rubbing her hardening nipples. She ran her hands under his shirt and traced the outline of the large grinning skeleton tattoo on his back from memory. He slid his hand between her legs. Already wet and aching to have him inside, her nimble hand reached into his pants and found his rock-hard erection.

“I’ve been very naughty,” she breathed into his ear. “I want you to spank me. Hard.”

The robe slipped onto the floor in a puddle of white silk. Naked, Izzy, strutted to the bed, sat down and patted the bedspread. Slowly, Tomas strolled over, drawing out the suspense.

“I suppose you want to know why I’ve called you into my office.”

She giggled. Role play. Perfect.

“Well,” she ran her hands over her breasts and tugged at her nipples. “I’m thinking you’re about to give me a nice promotion.”

He stood knee to knee with her, his jeans rough against her skin. “Are you kidding? You’re one of the worst secretaries I’ve ever had.” Tomas plopped down on the bed and pulled her over his knee.

She wriggled her crotch against his rising bulge. “I don’t understand, Boss, what did I do?”

“For one thing,” he caressed her buttocks in slow circular motion, making the circles smaller and smaller. “Your coffee sucks.”

A soft slap landed on her ass, barely causing her to flinch.

She nearly spat in frustration. “Is that all you’ve got?”

“For another thing, you can’t type.”

A harder smack. That was better.

“In fact, I have ten things that I need to discipline you about. So start counting. And don’t skip any numbers. You’ll only make it harder for yourself.”

“Ten.”

His hand landed on her bottom in a furious staccato, the cracking sounds filling the room.

“Yes, yes, yes!” She jerked forward and his clever fingers slid between her labia, sending an explosion of pleasure mixed with pain up her core.

“Nine.” With each slap, he stroked deeper, harder, sliding in her wet moist center, strumming her clit like a guitar string. She was so close, just a few more spanks and she’d be there.

“Seven.” A furious crack on her smarting butt, soon, soon she’d be there–

The Mexican national anthem blared from a red telephone.

She moaned. “Not now.”

“You’d better grab the damn thing before it gets to the next verse.” He stepped away from her. “You know how your father is.”

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Does Erotica Empower Women? Or Do Empowered Women Read and Write Erotica?

From my childhood through my young adulthood, my mother wore the mask of the “Perfect Mother, Girl Scout Troop Leader, and Sunday School Teacher.” But her behavior when at home, away from the scrutiny of other adults, was anything but perfect. One of the first short stories for which I won an honorable mention from Spinetingler Magazine (yes, horror!) was called Goody Two Shoes. It was my first public foray into exploring the roles women play and the masks women wear.

My full length erotic romantic suspense novel, Desire and Deception, explores these same themes. Similar in heat levels to noir movies like Body Heat and The Postman Always Rings Twice, my story differs from these notable examples because it ends on an upbeat note. In Desire and Deception, polar opposites sex siren Isabel (Izzy) Ramirez and goody-two-shoes Sarah Wright-Rosen become fast friends and seem destined to be BFFs until Izzy’s terrible secret is unearthed–literally and figuratively. Convinced she is unworthy of redemption, because she believes she cannot be anything but the “bad girl,” Izzy goes down a take no prisoners’ path, halted only by her younger lover, Sean Richards.

For her part, having been raised by an alcoholic in a “you’re-only-good-if-you-enable-me” paradigm, Sarah discovers shades of gray in her formerly black and white world. She also learns the powers of forgiveness and love can transform not only how she sees the world, but also her own self-image. In the end, Izzy becomes more like “good girl” Sarah–and Sarah becomes more like her “bad girl” friend. Izzy is the larger than life embodiment of all that is forbidden to “good girls.” Izzy embraces her sexuality and desires, takes control of her life and the men in it, and pleases herself. Sarah is “everywoman;” she works hard, plays by the rules, collaborates and facilitates consensus. She believes she can only be “good” one way, i.e., by constantly trying to please others.

This binary, yes/no reasoning is faulty, but I believe many women struggle with this duality in our lives. The question is not to be or not to be, but who are we supposed to be versus who do we want to be? Our role models may or may not be good ones, depending on how healthy our parents’ upbringing was. If you come from a dysfunctional household, one with crime spoken daily, can you break out of that mold? Or are you ever going to be able to explode from those constraints? Likewise, if your home appeared to be the epitome of perfection to the outside world, but was hell behind closed doors, can you ever overcome the damages of a self-righteous hypocrite?  Izzy and Sarah discover their true selves through the redemptive power of love and realize that they can be what they want to be, in spite of their pasts.

In writing Desire and Deception, I wanted to tell a sexy suspenseful tale about smart, powerful women and the men who love them. I wrote about society’s expectations of what a woman should be versus what a woman wants to be. And since the standing advice to writers is to “write what you know,” I then placed these characters into the setting I knew well, the rigidly hierarchical academic world where tenure and promotion are the duo brass rings. With Isabel and Sarah chattering at me the entire time, Desire and Deception is a story that practically wrote itself.

I am fascinated by powerful women. By making her the pampered princess, daughter of a Mexican crime boss, I was able to make her a modern day woman warrior who lives by her own rules. In her non-fiction book, The Warrior Queens, Antonia Fraser analyzes the lives of real women who led in times of war. Fraser looks at the historical data, legends and myths surrounding these women through a modern lens. She gives a list of adjectives and categories that men create for these astonishing, strong females, one of which is the lustful “Voracity Syndrome,” aka the “Man Eater.” Izzy is the archetypal Man Eater: smart, sexy, sassy, funny and deadly. Female and male readers can live vicariously through Isabel because she embodies all the things women are told not to do. Don’t be too smart. Don’t be too aggressive. Don’t put your desires ahead of other people’s wants and needs. Don’t talk back. Don’t enjoy sex. Don’t be in charge in the bedroom. Don’t be in control of your life. In other words: DON’T BE EMPOWERED. I made Isabel over-the-top on all of these traits and more, because she had to be strong to endure her early life and to lead her troops.

Like Meadow Soprano, Izzy grew up with all the privileges of being the mob boss’s daughter.  She was given the best of everything: nannies, schools, clothes, cars, horse-riding lessons, whatever her parents thought would make her more cultured. She was also given the worst of everything: horrible role models, a Machiavellian world view, and a very dark childhood secret that no child should ever have to carry with her. Because of this complex background, she becomes a female warrior in her own right. Where others would collapse, she survives and thrives. She is a flawed heroine–with redeeming qualities and compelling reasons for her behaviors.

Here is an example of Isabel’s empowered behavior:

After swinging by the daycare center, Isabel headed to the grocery store with the three kids. Ramon pushed a grocery cart, and the girls ran up and down the aisles shrieking. Enamored with all things chocolate, the twins stood in the middle of the candy aisle, yanked bags off the shelves and tossed them into the basket. Serious-faced, Ramon placed boxes of kid tested, mother approved cereal on top of the candy. Sometimes that boy looked like an undertaker. Isabel shook her head, pushed another cart with the adult purchases, and ignored the pointed stares of the other shoppers.

An elderly woman approached her with a dour expression. “Young lady,” she shook her finger at Isabel, “Don’t you know how harmful all that sugar is for children?”

Isabel gave the crone her favorite look reserved for morons and meddlers. “Old lady, don’t you know how harmful it is to interfere with a child’s self-expression? Who wants to grow up and be an uptight rectal sphincter like you?” She laughed out loud at the woman’s face, an excellent impression of a fish gasping for breath. “Dictionaries, aisle ten.” Isabel turned on her heel and continued shopping.

The woman sputtered behind her. “Why you cheeky–”

Isabel flipped the bird in the air and kept walking. She arrived at the checkout and turned to Ramon. “Pick out three boxes of cereal and one bag of candy. Ditch the cart in the produce section.” Now on their third lap around the store, Sherry and Ruby appeared to be slowing down. “Get your sisters. We’re outta here. I have to make another stop.”

I bet every mother who reads this has been there. Your kid(s) are rambunctious, but not really evil, you’re minding your own business and some busy body decides to give you a lecture about child-rearing. Can you honestly say you never wanted to respond that way and give the meddler the finger? And I love the scene from the perspective of the character’s growth. Izzy has had a nanny for her brood for quite some time. Now she’s forced into taking care of them and is becoming more attached to them and more protective of them. She has a maternal side to her that she never expected. She grows and continues to grow. In her own weird way, Izzy is protective of her brood and is working on being a good mother.

Looking back in your lives, have you seen yourself in either of these roles: people-pleaser or empowered woman? How do you think you were encouraged (or programmed) for these roles? Do you think erotica helps to empower women? Or do you think empowered women read and write erotica? Which came first? The chicken or the egg?  What do you think is the best way we can help ourselves and other women to become empowered?