I like to dip chili cheese fries in honey mustard this resturaunt here: X

I had a coach once who ate potato chips with chocolate ice cream too

whoever eats anything strange like that?

I have 'my burger with great fries or French I can not eat.

37 weeks with a baby boy♥ | Jun 08, 2008

Food Fetish "Office"

At this bit, every new employee gets an extra special lunch. Good thing she's avid.

Giselle's Messy Food Fetish Crush

Paramour crushes an over-ripe tomato between her exquisite toes.

Food Fetish?

My beau Brandon (branflakes0909) had the idea for this video and I thought it was absolutely rollicking. And if you don't think it is too I ...

. She had a TV in her bedroom and in her living room. When she would surface over to my apartment, she would turn the TV on before turning into a naked attack monkey. Once, as we were making out on the tete-, I reached over to the coffee table, grabbed the remote, and turned the TV off. She stopped kissing me, took her shirt off, and turned the TV back on.

The book would be turned down, at least, because she loved talking dirty, which usually consisted of her asking me questions while we went at it. “Are you f**sovereign me? Are you? Are you going to f**k me hard?”

The first time she talked like that, I had a fresh hickey on my hobnob with, we were both drenched in sweat, and I started answering her, until I came to realize that her risqu talk was, mostly, rhetorical.

But it was the spectral glow of the television washing slight and shadows over our bodies that was something she had to have in order to mint solid gold orgasms. I don’t even ponder she was aware of it. Maybe she liked the lighting? I have known women who either desideratum total blackout darkness when getting their bang on and I have known women who call for lamps, candles, and the midday sun pouring through a window. I don’t think all fetishes are aware. But what do I know? I don’t have any fetishes, save for a vagina fetish. It’s not like I would stop making attraction to her to criticize the fact that every time we slept together, the idiot box was flickering. Every occasion we bizzoinked, it was like having a threesome with Big Brother.

Source: The Frisky

food fetish. | your mind will go pi. | hrudu.

Think up clutching your favorite burger with your two hands, considerable yourself, “Jeebus, I can’t deliver this,” while queasy in piece-after-morsel through layers of bun, patty (perchance 2 or 3 or 7), some pickles, tomatoes, onions, cheeses and the different kinks that your favorite burger possesses — how can that not be profit for the heart?

Source: food fetish. | your mind will go pi. | hrudu.