Food Porn

cupcake    

     PG-13 for some Adult Themes.

     Food Porn magazine rarely featured food only in its photographs. In fact, the entire February issue had featured several of Hollywood’s most award worthy elite willing to strip down for tasteful photographs with their favorite desserts. While the individuals Marian photographed weren’t usually famous, they were almost always alluring, flawless and would never dream of putting the various sugars and carbohydrates they posed with anywhere close to their luscious, pouty lips. She’d learned this the hard way, when she’d agreed to a dinner date with the Brazilian model who spoke clips of English and needed an entire quart of Moo-tastic organic chocolate milk to cover his…well. Marian shook her head to clear the memory.

Marian had started Food Porn as a freshman in college, inspired by restaurant dishes around her campus. Back then, the photographs had featured her fully clothed friends holding everything from hamburgers to quesadillas. By her junior year, the site had a cult following and by the time she graduated, she’d had an offer from a publisher wanting to purchase the rights to Food Porn and turn it into a sexy, page turning, printed publication. Suggestive photographs combined with quirky critiques had turned out to be just the ticket, with the magazine taking the #3 magazine circulation spot in just a matter of months. It was more than Marian would have ever dreamt of.

This month, however, there was to be an entire section on the city’s best cupcakes- and only the cupcakes. The shoot wasn’t going quite as smoothly as she’d planned. There were only so many angles from which you could photograph a cupcake when there wasn’t a person holding it- and she had 100 of them to capture. It was going to be a long afternoon.

Almost as if she’d conjured him, a gorgeous olive skinned man in the trademark royal purple Food Porn bathrobe strode into her studio. “Marian?” he asked in lilting accent she couldn’t quite place. Pushing a dark curl off his forehead, he grinned at her revealing a row of perfectly white teeth, the top row of which were slightly crooked in a way that was undeniably sexy. Or perhaps his dimples were just really distracting.

“Y-yes?” she stammered, willing her heart to slow so she could stop sounding like a breathless idiot.

In three brisk strides, he’d crossed the room, now standing directly in front of her. His hands slowly moved from his sides to the base of her skull, up into her (freshly) highlighted blonde strands. Calmly, purposefully, he moved his mouth towards hers until- “Kari sent me in for the cupcake piece” he answered. Marian blinked- he was still standing in the doorway.

“You looked like you could use some inspiration,” said a voice over the loudspeaker above her. Marian snapped her hear up towards the ceiling. “I know I said no models for this piece, but we can edit out the majority of his body. His stomach makes for the perfect backdrop” her editor suggested, smoothly. “Marian, meet Makya. Have fun, you two!” then  radio silence.

Makya smiled shyly before shuffling over to the white backdrop where Marian stood, her camera still pointed at the chocolate cupcake on a bright red plate in front of her. “I’m going to take this off now” he said in a way that suggested he was requesting permission. Her eyes locked with his and she nodded losing herself in their deep emerald iridescence- then his robe was on the floor.

The heat from his body caused her face to flush as her hands struggled to maintain a grip on her camera. Swallowing hard, Marian refused to break eye contact- most models didn’t wear much, if anything, under their robes. Normally, she wasn’t so distracted. All of the models were abnormally beautiful, but this was her job- the one part of her original project she’d refused to let go of. Food Porn had kept her on as a staff photographer and in twelve years, no one had ever caused her to completely lose her focus like this- including the suave actor recently named by top entertainment networks as the “Sexiest Man in America.”

“I’m still wearing boxers” he said knowingly, breaking the silence.

Blinking, she turned away. “Right!” God, she must seem horribly unprofessional. “Pull it together” Marian mumbled under her breath. Picking up the cupcake, she handed it to him and took a few steps back, positioning the camera.

Within seconds, she had at least ten different shots. For as quiet and timid as he was when speaking, Makya was pure electricity behind the camera. It was a shame that his face, especially those dark green eyes, would be edited out of the photographs- still, Kari was right. His abs would do in a pinch.

The afternoon flew by. Setting the final cupcake back on the table, Makya reached for his robe. Marian watched him out of the corner of her eye as she pretended to fiddle with digital display on the camera. It was a shame he cinched the thing so tightly around his waist- she could have done with one last view of his chest before he walked away. This shoot had been the closest she had come to having sex in ages…was it too much to ask to end on a satisfying note?

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn’t even noticed that Makya had picked up a cupcake and was walking toward her.  “Do you think we can eat these?” he asked her with a shy smile, the magnetism he’d hosted behind the lens replaced with boy next door charm.

Marian blinked. Surely she had misheard. He couldn’t possibly be the type to eat processed sugar.

“I have a weakness for sweets” he continued, shrugging. A curl fell softly against his forehead, which he gently blew back into place before breaking into a huge grin that nearly caused Marian to lose her balance.  She nodded her approval, unable to formulate the words.

Not even bothering to remove the wrapper, Makya raised the cupcake to his lips and licked at the frosting while Marian watched; mesmerized by the complete and utter sensual ridiculousness of the entire situation. He caught her staring before she had the chance to look away, and paused mid-lick.  “Would you like some?” he asked. Without waiting for an answer, he dipped his finger into the creamy chocolate frosting and held his finger out to her, gently curving it towards him in a “come hither” motion.

Feeling very awkward and oddly aroused, Marian placed her camera on the table behind her, then reached out to scrape his offering onto her own finger, but he pulled away, shaking his head, just as she reached for his hand.

“Open your mouth” he whispered. Marian darted a furtive glance towards the doorway of her studio. Surely she’d be breaking company policy if she licked frosting from the finger of a professional model in the middle of her office. On the other hand, a model was offering her cupcake frosting. On his finger. In the middle of her office. They couldn’t fire her. She created the damn company!

Hesitantly, Marian allowed him to place the frosting on her tongue, before gently sucking every last bit off his finger. She closed her eyes, savoring what would probably be the most erotic moment of her entire life before gently pulling away and slowly raising her eyes to meet his. He was practically blinding her with his smile.

“How about dinner tonight?” he asked. “I know a place that serves the most amazing cheesecake you will ever taste.”

Then again, Marian thought, maybe the erotic moments were just getting started.

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