Some guys sit in front of a tiny computer screen and look at naked women doing naughty things and get all hot and bothered. I don’t care too much for that type of porn. Not that there is anything wrong with it. As long as everybody is a consenting adult, knock yourself out. But, for me, it’s all about Food Network, the Cooking Channel, and the Travel Channel.
Oh to see bubbling gumbo writhing and churning, barely able to contain itself until it is bursting over the top and slowly dripping down the sides of the pot.
Cutting into a perfectly grilled thick cut Porterhouse steak, seeing that beautiful hot pink meat, juices seeping out all over the plate, streaking down my chin as I take a greedy sinful bite is simply orgasmic.
Right now, I’m watching a chef slowly drizzle sweet hot cherry gastrique over a sizzling breast… of duck. (Insert Homer Simpson drool noises here.)
Oh yeah. That is my kind of porn. Food porn. Porn, Spike style. Read More