Hide the Popsicle

I wanted to try something new—it took me a while to convince my fellow I was serious about it, but once I got him to agree, he really go into the idea. I had always had this fantasy… I know it sounds crazy, but I had always wanted to get fucked by a Popsicle. Something about the naturally phallic symbolism and the ice in my hot cunt. You get the idea. I went to the store and came home with a box of cherry Iceez and a certain tingle in my crotch. When my boyfriend came home from work that day, I pounced on him and dragged him to the bedroom and went to work for a while to get him as hot as I was. When I ran to the kitchen can came back with these red frozen missiles, he began to grin and got to work on me. Well, it was everything I had imagined—the combination of heat from him working me up and playing with my clit while he slid the ice in an out of me really threw me over the edge—quite a few times. I didn't think it through, though—popsicles will really stain sheets. We put plastic down now.

Roberta K., Cheyenne, WY

Tossed Fruit Salad

I have this particular thing I love to do with Sherrie. We've been together a while, and it seems like a normal thing for us now, but initially she was pretty grossed out, I think. We go to the store together and pick out all the best fruits from the produce section—things that look really ripe and ready. Then I love to take slices of banana and orange wedges and strawberries and other fruit and pick it all into her cunt. Then I love to fuck her and feel all that warm sliding gooey goodness inside her as we smash our bodies together. After we're done, I go down on her and lick and suck all the sticky sweetness from her dripping slit. Best meal I've ever had!

Brian L., Ithaca, NY

California Dreamin' About Wine

There's no better way to taste and toast my baby than when I drink from her mouth. We're both wine connoisseurs—we pick out our favorites and then she performs a taste test for me, sipping it into her mouth and swishing it around. She'll swallow, and then kiss me, and I can taste the remnants on her tongue and swirling around inside her. Then we move on to her taking a larger mouthful and I'll kiss her while it's still in her mouth. We'll kiss through the smooth taste and bite of the wine and each feel the warmth as it heats up while we're tonguing one another. I'll pour some onto her body and lick the acidic red trickle from her skin—something about the combination of the wine and her sweat and her particular taste really gets me worked up. And if I can hold off long enough, there's nothing better than pouring some between her legs and licking her clit, with the wine trickling down her cleft—licking her until she cries out. Thank god we live in Sonoma, where good wine is plentiful.

Mark L., Sonoma, CA