Eatin' and sexin'. Yummy from Sunday Scribblings as what is sensual is yummy and there ain't nothing more sensual than those two things.

waking up to the sound of someone making you breakfast. the slow, drawn out mmmm as the woman at the table across from you tastes her dessert. popping the case of a newly ripe peapod. balancing a slightly too warm slice of pizza on your fingertips in ancipation of eating it. the dazzle of colour in a salad of fresh greens, raspberries and goat cheese. flame eruption over an alcohol soaked banana. eyes rolling blissfully upwards as heaven is put into your mouth. the first sip of sinfully good red wine. the slow burn of 16-year-old Lagavulin. the actual taste of love when something is prepared for you by someone who truly loves the art of cooking. the aroma from lifting the lid off a pot of stewing tomatoes with garlic, oregano, and basil. walking into a room where you just know chocolate is being melted for you.

waking up to the sound of someone scooching slowly downwards under the covers. hearing the quick, surprised intake of breath as she lets you know you've done something right. the rising sensation of touch as fingers lightly circle soft breasts to slowly arrive to find an already hard nipple. that first flicker of tongue across clit after what seems like years of waiting. his head buried into the curve of your neck, you watch the working play of muscles in his back. finding that spot, the spot on someone else's body that you believe might just be the most beautiful thing on this earth. the taste of ice-cooled lips and tongue on yours. trying out a new flavour of lipbalm you've never sampled before. the sight/smell/taste of his cock as it enters your mouth. picking up his t-shirt and inhaling. being in a store and smelling her scent somewhere, you suddenly remember something and smile that naughtysmug smile because you know what you did last night.