Oh dear!
I know I shouldn’t write words like that. Maybe the blog police will come after me. I certainly don’t want to offend anyone, but I’ve already used “Fruit Erotica” so I had to come up with something else.
Produce Porn, well, its just worked. And honestly, that’s practically what it is.
Alright, here’s the deal.
I can’t help but make a squealing public display of myself when I go shopping these days. I simply do not know how to hold myself back! And frankly, I am almost embarassed about the amount of pleasure (unbridled, almost shockingly so) pleasure I get out of … oh, I’ll just say it… breathing in basil and sucking on peaches and letting fresh figs slip through my lips!
OH MY GOSH! Do you hear that? I can’t even write about it without blushing!!
I swear it makes heads turn at the pleasurable squeaks and moans I let out while fresh dill and basil tickle my upper lip as I inhale deeply! I snack when I shop, nibbling at bits of lettuce, spinach and sneaking cherry tomatoes out of the little box.
I giggle and smile and lose myself in all the sensations and flavors!!
Ooooh!
It really is LIFE and I feel so fulfilled.
People make so much noise about sex. I mean, what is orgasm anyway?
It’s a series of intense muscular contractions. And, yes, it’s very pleasurable, and it’s all connected with another being (who may or may not come with his own suitcase full of emotional and spiritual issues). Of course, there’s the pro-survival element of making babies that rates high on the necessity level.
But eating is pro-survival. And broccoli doesn’t have emotional baggage. And dill tickles me just as softly. And frankly, no one has ever been able to do to me what a fresh, ripe, sweet fig can do!! NOBODY.
So, I have to ask myself. I mean, what’ the big deal? I seriously think that a whole lot of people are missing out on some HIGHLY INTENSE pleasure or totally overrating sex.
When I’m in my element, surrounded by scents, colors, textures and divine juiciness, I really have to ask myself how it could possibly get any better than this.
It’s just experience. It’s perception. The more you make yourself available to your perceptions, the better life gets.
Hmmm…
I just thought of something.
Maybe this is a symptom of being single again, huh?
You know, it may very well be.
But WOW is it FUN!!
Love and hugs,
🙂
Tera