This one, for instance:
Food and sex -- sex and food: two great things that can be even better together! From soothing chocolate to spicy meatballs the stories in this brand new erotic anthology edited by two masters of the genre - M.CHRISTIAN and ALYN ROSSELINI - feature stories by the creme-de-la-creme of sexual and literary cooking and will tickle your sensual taste buds and stir your pot of erotic thrills.
Basting lovers, cooking orgies, steaming hot encounters, straight as well as queer taste treats ... the stories in HUNGER: A FEAST OF SENSUAL TALES OF SEX AND GASTRONOMY will push boundaries everyone's pleasurable buttons -- both erotic and gastronomic: these are stories that will arouse, amuse, amaze, and whet your appetite for more!
Authors in this so-very tasty anthology include: SUSAN ST. AUBIN, DOMINIC SANTI, GISELLE RENARDE, ERIN O'RIORDAN, OLIVIA LONDON, JESSICA LENNOX, KIRSTEN IMANI KASAI, C�SAR, SANCHEZ ZAPATA, GREGORY L. NORRIS, HEIDI CHAMPA, and BILLIEROSIE
My story in this collection is called "The Sweetest Burn." It's proof positive that I have an utterly filthy mind. Kink, kink, kink. That's all I see:
Wearing only a white apron, Chef entered the room holding a metal pot in one hand and a silicone pastry brush in the other. He ignored her, at first, mixing his creation with the little blue implement and smiling like he could see the future in his sauce.
"What is it?" she asked. She wasn't supposed to talk, but she didn't care. If he didn't want backtalk, he could eat his food off china like a normal person. But, no. He wanted to taste it on her skin--she knew him too well. The secret ingredient was that combination of her sweat and salt and body oils. Her flesh was a regular bouquet garni of human aromas.
He raised the silicon brush up, allowing a viscous fluid, dark brown, almost burgundy, to drip back into the pot. Was it molasses? It did smell sweet, but she thought she got a whiff of chocolate, too, and…chilli pepper? Strange combination.
"Mole Poblano," he said at last.
"I don't know what that is."
His gaze was steel. So was his cock, judging by the tent in his apron. "You don't need to know," he replied, stirring the dark concoction. "You won't be eating it."
The bones of her wrists rubbed together as she writhed, and that sensation made her cringe almost as much as the knowledge that she'd soon be drizzled with mole poblano, whatever the hell that was.
"Are you ready?" he asked, stepping closer to the table where she kneeled, hands tied together, wrists tied to ankles.
"You act like I want this," she said.
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