Sploshing, the act of eating food from a naked body was something I was unfamiliar with until now!
All about Sploshing. It started as a normal night out with what I thought was going to just be a movie and dinner. Little did I know, dinner was going to be such a fun time.
After the movie, we went to this local Japanese restaurant to have dinner. It was a new place in town and we had heard all about their delicious cuisine. Upon entering the restaurant, we were greeted by a small Japanese woman in the traditional Japanese kimono. She was this petite little thing and just adorable. When we walked in my husband whispered something in her ear and we were then escorted quietly to a secluded room in the back of the restaurant.
In this back room, there was a long linen-draped table. There were no place settings at this table and I was a little confused. It was then that the woman showed me to a small dressing room and asked me to disrobe. Confused, I looked at my husband and he told me to listen to her and that this would be quite an adventure for our sex life. He then explained to me that he had heard all about the Japanese tradition of Nyotaimori, or sploshing as us Americans call the fetish. I was to undress and lie on the table for a small discreet group of men to eat off of me while my husband watched.
I had a feeling it was going to be a lot more than just eating food from my body.
My husband and I had always had a different view on how a married couple’s sex life should be from the more traditional viewpoint. We had engaged in many swingers get together’s and have had on occasion engaged in multiple sex partner activities. This new adventure of sploshing was promising to be a very good time. I couldn’t wait to show my husband what a compliant girl I could be. I imagined how much fun we would have while I undressed.
After undressing I was escorted to the table and asked to lie down. Naked, and just a little self-consciously. I got onto the table and lied down. A small bell rang from the woman’s hand and in walked a group of waiters with trays of sushi, fruit and whip creme. As they approached me I nervously smiled at my husband. He nodded his head in appreciation for what I was about to do. I couldn’t wait for the food to cover my body and hide some of my nakedness. Boy, I knew dinner was going to be a treat but I never expected that “I” would become the main course.