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"And cut! Ok guys, hose her off now for Chrissake!"
I'm sitting naked in the bathtub, I can't stop sobbing and shaking. My hair is stuck to my face. My lips are sticky from the sugar and drool. I'm covered in a mess of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and I can taste vomit in my mouth.
Here's what happened.
I don't like food play; I mean I really hate it.
It had gotten to the point that I had walked out of my favourite Fetish event because a gorgeous girl was covered in whipped cream and partiers were was licking it off her naked body. I watched her lying there and envisioned myself in her place. The mental visualization pushed me right out the door and the event. Of course, the night they did naked sushi I just skipped it altogether... Silly, I know!
I had it in my head to get over it though and really there's only one way to do just that.
An American porn crew was in town and their specialty was strange, kind of artsy and comedic food solo shoots. Sign me up, I said!
I let the director know my hang-ups over the food thing; he thought it would make for a fantastic shoot. I made him promise not to hold back anything and go for the full experience even if I might appear to be a complete wreck on set. He agreed of course. Easy as pie.
The set was a beautiful suite inside a posh downtown hotel. Everything looked like a regular shoot: some suitcases full of toys, bright lights, a camera and tripod. With one major difference: a huge heavy-duty tarp in the sitting area of the room, taped down to the carpet. On the tarp there were bottles of syrup, fruits, and oh so many whipped cream cans.
The guys were a really fun, nice bunch, you could tell they liked what they did and had an appreciation for the unique needs of their niche audience. The director gave me the basic idea: do as many filthy things as possible with the food. I was to end up looking like some İstanbul Escort (http://www.34a5.com/) disturbing adult sundae. This was mostly a solo shoot but the guys would step in at times to enhance the scene or help me reach the desired level of filthiness.
Scene 1- Go Bananas
I changed into my wardrobe for the shoot and sat on the tarp. The first scene was simple enough, chew the bananas and come up with dirty stuff to say. Allow me to paint you a word picture here. I want you to imagine a French girl on her knees, wearing pigtails and frilly underthings. Now picture her showing pieces of banana in her mouth, chewing with her mouth wide open and saying things like: "I bet you wished you banana was in my mouth" or "I'd rather gag on your banana Baby". Pretty irresistible, I know.
My personal favourite was when I choked on some banana, looked up at the camera with some tears in my eyes and said "Can't wait until you shove your cock in my banana hole".
Scene 2- Have your cake and eat it too
This scene was a change of pace. A little bit more traditional, I was to lie on my back and get myself off with the toys. Oh and one more little thing Sweetheart, we're just gonna go ahead, cover you in whipped cream and lick it off.
Were you guys just screaming inside your skulls and picturing the Fetish party incident all over again too? Or was that just me?
So I'm on the tarp and I'm naked. There are 3 men wearing black clothes and black balaclavas surrounding me. I begin my little show, using a vibrator and a dildo on myself. Once I get started, they start applying the whipped cream. At first just a little dollop here and there, then a thin line and finally just a great big heap of it. I can't take it. The whipped cream itself isn't the issue here, 3 men playing Hungry Hungry Hippoes off of my body is however.
I can keep up my oohs and aahs just fine when they are just licking Anadolu Yakası Escort (http://www.34a5.com/) the cream, but when their tongues get down to my flesh and I can feel them it triggers cringing and all kinds of non-pornographic facial expressions. Sure enough..."Cut!"
Change of plans, apparently my complete lack of a food fetish can be turned into something of a torture scene. After a quick rinse and dry, I am back on the tarp. This time there are restraints involved, some biting and all kinds of struggling on my part. Much better.
Scene 3- This is how the cookie crumbles
This was supposed to be a sexy self-inflicted syrup shower and sticky orgasm fest. After very little deliberating, we all agree that there's no way I can produce something believable for an audience that truly adores food play. Humiliation it is!
My 3 friends are going to help again... I've told them to push it a little farther this time. If they want something good, they will need to turn this into a bona fide play scene. This isn't their style at all but one of them is into S
I'm sitting naked in the bathtub, I can't stop sobbing and shaking. My hair is stuck to my face. My lips are sticky from the sugar and drool. I'm covered in a mess of chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and I can taste vomit in my mouth.
Here's what happened.
I don't like food play; I mean I really hate it.
It had gotten to the point that I had walked out of my favourite Fetish event because a gorgeous girl was covered in whipped cream and partiers were was licking it off her naked body. I watched her lying there and envisioned myself in her place. The mental visualization pushed me right out the door and the event. Of course, the night they did naked sushi I just skipped it altogether... Silly, I know!
I had it in my head to get over it though and really there's only one way to do just that.
An American porn crew was in town and their specialty was strange, kind of artsy and comedic food solo shoots. Sign me up, I said!
I let the director know my hang-ups over the food thing; he thought it would make for a fantastic shoot. I made him promise not to hold back anything and go for the full experience even if I might appear to be a complete wreck on set. He agreed of course. Easy as pie.
The set was a beautiful suite inside a posh downtown hotel. Everything looked like a regular shoot: some suitcases full of toys, bright lights, a camera and tripod. With one major difference: a huge heavy-duty tarp in the sitting area of the room, taped down to the carpet. On the tarp there were bottles of syrup, fruits, and oh so many whipped cream cans.
The guys were a really fun, nice bunch, you could tell they liked what they did and had an appreciation for the unique needs of their niche audience. The director gave me the basic idea: do as many filthy things as possible with the food. I was to end up looking like some İstanbul Escort (http://www.34a5.com/) disturbing adult sundae. This was mostly a solo shoot but the guys would step in at times to enhance the scene or help me reach the desired level of filthiness.
Scene 1- Go Bananas
I changed into my wardrobe for the shoot and sat on the tarp. The first scene was simple enough, chew the bananas and come up with dirty stuff to say. Allow me to paint you a word picture here. I want you to imagine a French girl on her knees, wearing pigtails and frilly underthings. Now picture her showing pieces of banana in her mouth, chewing with her mouth wide open and saying things like: "I bet you wished you banana was in my mouth" or "I'd rather gag on your banana Baby". Pretty irresistible, I know.
My personal favourite was when I choked on some banana, looked up at the camera with some tears in my eyes and said "Can't wait until you shove your cock in my banana hole".
Scene 2- Have your cake and eat it too
This scene was a change of pace. A little bit more traditional, I was to lie on my back and get myself off with the toys. Oh and one more little thing Sweetheart, we're just gonna go ahead, cover you in whipped cream and lick it off.
Were you guys just screaming inside your skulls and picturing the Fetish party incident all over again too? Or was that just me?
So I'm on the tarp and I'm naked. There are 3 men wearing black clothes and black balaclavas surrounding me. I begin my little show, using a vibrator and a dildo on myself. Once I get started, they start applying the whipped cream. At first just a little dollop here and there, then a thin line and finally just a great big heap of it. I can't take it. The whipped cream itself isn't the issue here, 3 men playing Hungry Hungry Hippoes off of my body is however.
I can keep up my oohs and aahs just fine when they are just licking Anadolu Yakası Escort (http://www.34a5.com/) the cream, but when their tongues get down to my flesh and I can feel them it triggers cringing and all kinds of non-pornographic facial expressions. Sure enough..."Cut!"
Change of plans, apparently my complete lack of a food fetish can be turned into something of a torture scene. After a quick rinse and dry, I am back on the tarp. This time there are restraints involved, some biting and all kinds of struggling on my part. Much better.
Scene 3- This is how the cookie crumbles
This was supposed to be a sexy self-inflicted syrup shower and sticky orgasm fest. After very little deliberating, we all agree that there's no way I can produce something believable for an audience that truly adores food play. Humiliation it is!
My 3 friends are going to help again... I've told them to push it a little farther this time. If they want something good, they will need to turn this into a bona fide play scene. This isn't their style at all but one of them is into S