Posted by Jen in Erotic Romance, Sexy Stories on 09-10-2012
Tags: even more sex, food, Jennifer Lynne, Pandora's Gift, sex
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.