Woman Woos Her Girlfriend with Edible Underwear and Other Sweet Treats

My girlfriend, Vera, loves sweet treats. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but the same goes for my girl—and I take full advantage of her weakness. I know that if I want her to eat me, I can sweeten the pot, as it were, with an edible treat. It’s not that we don’t fuck without sugar, but simply that it makes her happy, and when she’s happy, I’m happy—and sexually satisfied. Her kisses are intensified when she’s on a sugar high, and I swear it brings a new kind of energy to her fucking.

The other day, I decided to get some edible underwear. I got two pairs, so that I could eat hers and she could eat mine. My choices were panties made of fruit leather and some made of hard candies, and I went with the former because it seemed more sensual. Those undies could be licked as well as nibbled. When I got home, I told Vera that I had something I was sure she’d like. “What is it?” she asked excitedly. She is nothing if not impatient.

“It’s a surprise. Just tell me if you want to go first or if I should.”

I know her, and I knew she’d want to go first. But did that mean eating or wearing for her? I decided on wearing, just to tease her a bit and keep her from getting her mouth on the sweets for a little while longer.

Vera donned the underwear gladly. She looked as sexy as ever as she posed for me, and then teased me by sticking her hand inside her candy panties to stroke herself. “Come here, you,” I said, grabbing her and kissing her forcefully.

“I know we don’t usually allow food in bed, but I think this time we can make an exception,” I told her as I laid her out on our queen-size bed. Then I got to work eating my “dessert,” although if you ask me, Vera is always as sweet as can be all on her own. I teased her by licking along the edges of her underwear, so she could feel my tongue’s pressure against her labia. Then I moved up, nibbling an edge of the strawberry-flavored treat. I heard her moaning and looked up to see Vera rubbing her palms against her nipples, making them hard.

I had planned to be leisurely in my sex snacking, but smelling her wetness, feeling her body heat, and tasting the panties made me want more. I ate my way down toward what I really wanted—her pussy. I even tore off a piece of the panties and offered it to her to nibble. “Mmmm,” she said, relishing the naughty confection.

Soon I had reached Vera’s juicy slit, and I went to town. I love going down on her, both because she’s so enthusiastic and vocal, and because I love how she tastes. I ate all the strawberry candy I needed to in order to get to her center, and then I dove in, pressing my tongue as deep as it would go. She moaned against me and made sure I stayed there as long as she wanted me to be. I was in pussy heaven, and ate her to three orgasms; then I fed her the rest of her panties.

She kissed me deeply afterward, working her fingers down toward my pussy. “Now I get another treat, right?” she asked.

“Yes, baby, but those panties can wait for another day. I want you to eat my pussy now.” My words were more of a command than a suggestion. She grinned at me, then lay back down, indicating I should sit on her face. I was more than happy to do so and planted myself there.

I think both of us are equally as excited about giving and receiving oral sex, so getting head from her is as big of a treat as feeling her writhe beneath my tongue. I sank down against her mouth while Vera eagerly lapped at my pussy; she’s actually better at going down on me after she’s come. “Yes, right there,” I said, grabbing her hair for emphasis as she sucked on my clit, then tongued my hole until I glossed her face with my juices.

After that adventure, I came up with a little game to continue the sex-sugar connection: For every chocolate-covered peanut candy she ate out of my cleavage, she would get a slap on the ass. We don’t need a reason to give or get spankings, but I liked this idea. I mean, could there really be a loser in a game like that?

That night, I wore my roomiest bra. I stuffed it full of the colorful candies. Vera began licking between my breasts and sucking up the chocolates one by one. I knew the candy shells had to be melting against my warm skin and probably staining my bra, but a ruined undergarment was worth it to watch a smiling Vera snatching up the candies. When she’d eaten six of them, she got a mischievous look on her face and pulled down the cups of my bra, sending the rest of the candies to the floor—though two of them stayed stuck to my boobs.

She scooped both up, ate them, and then returned to my breasts. My nipples are extra-sensitive, so she didn’t need to do much to get me going. She sucked my nipples and fingered my pussy, and I didn’t dare interrupt her; I could spank her later.

Soon, between her teeth tugging on my nubs and her fingers working their magic in my cunt, I was coming. I clenched my teeth, feeling wave after wave of desire wash over me. Vera buried her face between my sticky-sweet tits and held my breasts against her face. When she finally emerged, she had smudges of color on her cheeks.

“Ready for your spanking?” I asked. She smiled wickedly and nodded. I sat on the edge of the bed, and Vera spread herself out across my lap. I made each smack count.

She moaned in delight, thanking me after each slap, which was music to my ears. I decided to stop at six, however, and told Vera that next time she’d have to eat more candy if she wanted to get a truly thorough spanking.

“Let’s do it tomorrow!” she exclaimed, before heading into the kitchen to whip up some chocolate pudding. I had a feeling that she would want to smear it all over me so she could lick it off—an opportunity I’d never refuse!

—Ms. Marie D., Indianapolis, Indiana