Sex, Food, and Love

By Liz Everly

“It seems to me that our three basic needs, for food and security and love, are so mixed and mingled and entwined that we cannot straightly think of one without the others. So it happens that when I write of hunger, I am really writing about love and the hunger for it, and warmth and the love of it and the hunger for it…and then the warmth and richness and fine reality of hunger satisfied…and it is all one.”—MFK Fisher

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That MFK Fisher quote is one of my favorites. As a food writer (in my “previous” life), I have had ample opportunity to reflect about the meaning of food in our lives. The simple act of preparing food is a pure form of love. Eating and sharing food goes beyond the simple needs of stomachs. Food writers, chefs, and home cooks know this. Yes, the attraction of certain food can often be as surface-oriented as the presentation of it. But what we as food people are interested

in, really, are the emotions that the flavor of food reaches in and pulls out to keep the eater coming back for more. Whether, it’s our children, friends, or lovers, we want the flavors mingled on our pallets bringing forth the ultimate comfort. We live the stories behind the food—who first made it and fed it to you, where did you first taste it, why do you continue to long for it.

The connection between food and sex would seem to be clear—primal, basic, instinctual. The modern appetite—ever bombarded with images of both sex and food—appears to be unyielding and stretching beyond anything that ancient people could have imagined. Yet, food and sex were both there—biological concerns, mainly. One wonders how it got to be so intermingled with pleasure and comfort and in such delightful manners.

I agree with MFK Fisher that when I write about food I am really writing about love and the hunger for it. As I delve into more and more erotic romance writing, I can see the same themes, for love and longing, for hungers and appetites fulfilled or unfulfilled, with different means and methods.

Some believe that the best food, like the best sex, comes with love. Others are more complicated in their appetites. They want the best, most expensive truffle, or the exact kind of Stilton coming from a certain region in England, from a specific farm, or the precise chocolate that is grown on a plantation in Venezuela. They get off on finding the perfect food experience.

It’s the same with sex—some want one partner for life—others want to try a little of everything, a little spanking here and there, two or more partners at the same time, a little bondage, or, perhaps, food play. When food and sex come together, then, we are playing with deep primal yearnings and a delightful melting of appetites.  Some of us are better at squashing our appetites than others. Therein lies the story.

In SAFFRON NIGHTS, my lead female character Maeve has enjoyed sexual freedom with several men, telling herself love is a waste of precious time. She has some kinky predilections, considers herself a woman of many appetites. She doesn’t deny herself a lover, but she does deny herself love. Until, of course, this wild journey she takes with Jackson. He’s a man who flits from woman to woman until he finds it no longer satisfying. He doesn’t know what he hungers for—is it love? Is he ready to be vulnerable enough to love again?

SAFFRON NIGHTS explores many appetites when it comes to food, sex, and love. As does my newest release, CRAVINGS. Even though food-wise, its primary focus is chocolate and the cacao fields where it grows, it also explores light BDSM—Sasha and Sanj learn to give and take through  their levels of kink or just good, but vanilla, sex. They meet each other halfway in their sex lives, and learn a lot from each other and about themselves along the way.

Have you ever thought about the connections between food, romance, sex, and love?

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  • Madeline Iva
    December 10, 2013 at 7:46 am

    The first year I knew DH we had thanksgiving together. We were just friends then but I was secretly pining. He helped me cook stuffed cornish game hens and by the end of the meal I thought “this is in the bag.” ;>

    • Elizabeth Shore
      December 10, 2013 at 11:18 am

      There’s something about Thanksgiving around here, apparently. My DH and I were already married, but one Thanksgiving we decided to forego all the crazy family stuff and instead rented a cabin in Maine for the entire week. It was so beautiful, right on the lake, and we cooked Thanksgiving dinner together just for the two of us. By far my most romantic Thanksgiving ever, and I also remember the food. It was really great.

    • LizEverly
      December 10, 2013 at 11:32 am

      What a good story!

  • C. Margery Kempe
    December 10, 2013 at 8:20 am

    My sweetie just brought me a bacon sandwich to my bedside where I am sitting typing yet. YUM! He is so good to me 🙂

    • Elizabeth Shore
      December 10, 2013 at 11:19 am

      A man who’s literally bringing home the bacon! 🙂

      • LizEverly
        December 10, 2013 at 11:33 am

        You stole my response, Elizabeth! LOL.

  • LizEverly
    December 10, 2013 at 11:34 am

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