A bit reason behind this is that my hubby has never been one to find food all that sexually stimulating. He says the idea of slathering on some sort of whipped cream bikini is delightfully humorous, but doesn’t exactly send him over the moon.
So, I think we're at a bit of a crossroads with one idea for sexual experimentation.
Alcohol is something completely different…especially if you get one of those wine bottles with a really long neck. Now that sends the imagination into an erotic whirlwind.
The closest we typically get to food in our sex life if flavoured lube.
And so these days, the smell of blueberries always makes me smile…