Calories – NSFW

A little tongue in cheek (pun intended) silly combined with tongue everywhere else sexy in honor of the holiday 😉

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Vodka infused whipped cream

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Calories

I studied my outfit in the mirror one last time. The cut made me look even taller than I already am, but it made my slightly smaller bosom pop nicely and the yellow did make my grey-blue eyes sparkle. Nervousness was evident on my face though. It was my first time going to a costumed event, but I was determined not to let anxiety get in the way of having a good time. It was just a small social gathering I wanted to look knockout sexy and make an impression.

People go to these events to meet and socialize with other like-minded individuals who shared their sexual proclivities. Anything from the BDSM spectrum to just regular old missionary was acceptable as long as there was one more element present: you had to enjoy dressing up as, or had to be sexually turned on by, some type of food.

Some people call the people who do this “Foodies”, but that’s a misnomer. Foodies just enjoy eating. This group goes a bit further than that with their food, so they call themselves “Calories” instead. Many are Foodies too, but Calories find such a deep affection within themselves for foods that they like to dress up as food and attend events like the one I was going to that night as well. At these events, people can find other foods with whom they could connect and maybe entrée with later. I was new to the community, and I wasn’t sure how involved I was going to get, but the idea and culture intrigued me.

I chose the corn costume because it was sexy, and something in me liked the fact that my blond hair looked a little like corn silk. But I also chose it because in my store of good memories there were warm summer days standing in my grandfather’s cornfield. I loved wandering the cornrows feeling the soil beneath my bare feet, watching the tassels wave in the wind high above me, and raising my arms like leaves and soaking in the sun. Then later, sitting down to family dinner on the porch because it was cooler outside than in, and having corn on the cob slathered in salt and butter.

I felt sexy and kind of powerful like I felt in the field when I put the corn costume on. The costume linked me to my past, and made me feel like I was forging my present into my future. Yeah, it’s different, but it’s funny how a costume can affect you when it is attached to your inner identity and desires. A lot of people there tonight would be full blown food fetishists, even more committed than me. I wasn’t one of them, but I don’t yuck over other people’s yum… so to speak.

 

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When I walked in I felt like I was on display for a moment, like the tallest corn stalk in the row. I wouldn’t characterize this event as a meat market, pun intended, but I knew meeting hook ups were as likely as meeting dating material that night. I was up for either though, so I didn’t mind.

Later, I was enjoying a conversation with a banana named Erin when a Main slid up between us. He struck me as slimy even before I took in the shiny pretend grease on his steak costume. “Hey baby. I got the meat for you if you let me in your corn hole.”

I looked him up and down with a disapproving glare, but he was possessed by that particular kind of denseness that only large amounts of alcohol can offer.

“I’m the main for your shhide baaaby,” he slurred at me, breathing whiskey fumes in my face. Great, the guy was a steak with a whiskey marinade.

But what he said was true, corn is technically a side, but I wasn’t looking for the Main/Side power dynamic that a lot of Calories crave. I mostly just wanted to peel that banana I had been talking to. I picked up my drink and circled around him, shouldering him roughly as I passed, and whispering sweetly in his ear:

“I’m a vegetarian.”

Grinning I took Erin’s hand and lead her out onto the dance floor. When I chanced a look back he had his sights set on a sexy pea pod and the party’s bouncers were moving in.

Erin and I garnered more than a few looks, but that didn’t surprise me. Though there were no real rules in the community, a fruit and a vegetable on the dance floor was still a rare thing. Erin was great though. We were both into cycling and Lord of the Rings. She had coal black hair cut in a bob, and glacial blue eyes that were so cool they burned. It wasn’t long before we mutually decided we were each other’s snack for the night.

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 As the sexy corn and sexy banana left, a girl in the corner snarked to her friend, “A corn and a banana, who ever heard of that?”

Not as judgmental, her friend just shrugged, “So what? These events attract all kinds of kink.”

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She threw the lock on her door, turned to me and grinned, “So… you wanna shuck Anna?”

“More than anything,” I giggled. “Shuck me, shuck me hard.”

She advanced and pressed me against the wall with her kiss, standing on her tiptoes to reach my lips. Her whole length was pressed against me and the warmth of her body soaked through my costume to a place deep under my skin. I kicked off my shoes and reached down to cup her ass and pull her into me harder. Her lips tasted like coconut lip balm, it was a nice addition to the costume. I relaxed into her as she took my bottom lip between her teeth and nipped. I was all hers then and she seemed to know it.

Erin pulled away, took my hand and led me to her bedroom. As we walked through her house, I noticed it was full of rich colors. The sofa was a dark chocolate brown paired with thick, red rugs and curtains the shade of a Beaujolais wine. I liked the dark but cozy decor.

As soon as we entered the room she pushed me backward onto the bed and a thick, soft comforter caught me. I bit my lip gently and gave her a sly smile as she unzipped the banana peel and revealed the creamy pale skin underneath. I sat up and reached for her as she slipped out of the dress. She padded up and kissed me, her warm weight pressing me back down and her thigh snug between my legs.

I exhaled a moan into her lips and felt her smile as my hips ground against her. She kissed my neck then nipped. Each little bite met, leaving a trail of heat from my jaw to the top of my costume. I found her nipple and toyed with it, but then she stopped and pulled away.

In answer to the question in my eyes she ran a hand down my side and found the zipper to my costume. She unzipped me and moved away so I could take it off. My panties joined it on the floor in a wink and I was back to the bed on top of her even quicker.

Her breasts were a perfect handful and I toyed with a pebbled nipple. I gave her light touches with my fingertips, and nothing more. Then I kissed my way down her neck, across her collarbone and over to her other breast where I licked the tip and blew cold air over it to make her squirm. As she shivered, I slowly enveloped the little bud with my mouth. Just touching a little here, and a little there, making her wait before sucking it hard and rolling it with my tongue. Her back arched and she pressed up into me with a deep gasp.

I moved over to her other breast and continued to suck and nip until she pushed up against my shoulders and rolled me over. Crouching over me she nipped at my shoulder. I reached up and ran my fingers lightly down her back then tried to pull her down but she resisted. When she kissed me again, she ran her fingers gently over my clit. I whined and she swatted the side of my ass.

“What?” I feigned offense.

“Don’t whine, take what you want.”

I took her hand then and pressed her fingers into me. As they slid inside I met her eyes and sighed. “Fuck me.”

She smiled a wicked smile and delved even deeper inside me, then pulled out and added a finger. I melted as she pushed in harder and kissed her way down until her mouth met her hand. Without a pause she ran the flat of her tongue up my clit and made me lose any independent thought I had left. I looked down and her eyes were closed, a look of bliss on her features as she sucked me inside while beginning to thrust in a slow, hard rhythm with her hand. The desire inside me began to uncurl, more and more with each thrust. Her rhythm increased with each cirlce of her tongue around my clit until she was pounding me hard and fast. All I could do was take it.

Fingernails dug into my thigh then and I came hard, as the lines of fire descended the hard muscle, my body bending toward her. She lapped and slowed as my body shuddered through orgasm after orgasm. Each thrust crested and broke another wave through me until I collapsed hot and boneless, practically molten, onto the bed.

I smiled as I lay catching my breath. She kissed her way back up my body and when she came close enough, I pulled her into a searing kiss.

“Mmmm,” I rumbled.

She leaned back and licked her lips. “Mmmm yourself,” she said, then tipped her head. “You up for some fun with food?”

“Yes please!” I said and eagerly sat up. She grinned, hopped off the bed and left the room.

She returned juggling a bowl full of strawberries and mangos, a bottle of chocolate sauce and a can of vodka infused Redi-Whip.

“Wow, the only thing that’s missing is a banana…” I trailed off laughing as she set everything but the Redi-Whip can on the night stand and turned to me. I moved to the side so she could flip the sheets up and jump up on the bed. As I lay back down she drew a cold squiggly line up my torso in whipped cream and began to lap it up. Shivering from the contrast of cold and heat, I took the container away from her and maneuvered so I could force her down her front.

I swatted her cute, pert butt before tracing my own line of whipped cream from her shoulder blade, along her spine and right up to the cleft of her ass. Leaning down I took my time licking it off of her smooth skin in long strokes, nipping here and there, until I got to the end where I made sure to penetrate the space between her butt cheeks just a little before lapping up the last morsel. She relaxed beneath me as I crawled back up and slid my arm under her shoulder to turn her over.

Willingly rolling to her back, Erin looked up at me with those glowing blue eyes and reached for her nightstand drawer. Sliding it open with one finger she revealed a set of nylon cuffs, then she reached behind her and brushed the fabric of her curtained headboard to the side showing me another set of cuffs already mounted on her bedposts. I felt my breathing speed up as I reached into the drawer, and my heart flutter when she held up her wrist to be bound. So many ideas raced through my mind, it was hard to choose just one.

I wrapped one wrist and then the other firmly, trapping them in nylon and velcro and clipping them to the headboard. Kneeling back I grabbed a ripe strawberry and held it up to her lips. She took a bite and I slid the rest down her chin to her collarbone leaving a glistening line of juice, which I kissed from her skin gently. I fed her the rest of the strawberry and reached for the chocolate sauce.

I’m no artist, but she was the perfect canvass. When I was finished, a thin, sugary, brown line dipped and swirled over her collar bone, simple circles framed her breasts and dark lines travelled over her hips and down her thighs. It was marred in places where I just couldn’t stop myself from a nip or a lick, but still beautiful. I left a little chocolate pool near her belly button before I finally set the bottle aside and took a slice of mango so juicy I had to be careful to hold it just right so it wouldn’t slip from my grasp.

She watched me intently as the mango skated across her skin, crossing paths with the chocolate and painting her heated flesh with more sticky sweet. Before I was done I dipped it in the chocolate pool and took a bite, savoring it while watching the want in her eyes. Then did the same again and fed her the last bit.

“Please touch me,” she said softly.

I laid down by her side and ran my fingertips through the juice and chocolate, coating them and licking them off one by one. Then I bit my lip to keep from smiling when she whined that wasn’t what she meant.

“More like this?” I responded, throwing a knee over and straddling her, then laying down and pressing against her, obliterating my artwork between us. “Hmmm…” I hummed as I nibbled at her neck and kept going down, tasting every inch of her. My skin tingled where the sugar was drying on my chest and I knew she would be feeling the same. I took another slice of mango and crushed it in my fist, dribbling a trail for myself to follow, straight to her clit.

As the cool juice coated her clit her breath caught, and when my warm mouth followed she moaned. I delved deeper, mixing the sweet with her salty on my tongue. I lapped at her thighs while I slipped both arms under her hips and pulled her toward me harder, penetrating her with my tongue. She bucked against my face and strained against her bonds as I travelled back up to her clit, alternating between flicking and lapping hard at the little bud.

I held on tight, rising and falling, listening to her breath come in short shudders. “I want you inside me,” she managed to gasp and I complied instantly. Pressing my fingers inside and curling them up I matched her as she bucked against me circling her clit with my tongue, I drove inside her until she stopped, shook, and let out a growl.

More gently, I pulled her clit into my mouth and sucked while I stroked her inside, feeling her muscles flex and ripple through her orgasm. When she relaxed I pulled away and made my way back up to her wrists, freeing them both before I lay down beside her.

“Best banana split ever,” I rumbled before she took my chin and kissed me fiercely.

“Best banana split ever,” she echoed in agreement.

 

 

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