The strangest came from a weekly caller who fantasized going scuba diving <\/strong>with a woman, sharing one oxygen tank. I guess it was all about risk and danger for him. I was highly committed to the job, and to make it sound realistic I put my head in the sink, underwater, and gasped for air in between talking. Hey, this was far from the worst thing I ever did on the phone \u2013 but I sure felt silly. Besides, nothing about this fantasy turned me on. But other fetishes did, for instance, food<\/strong>. Eating and\/or playing with food before. During. After. As foreplay, main event, and afterglow.<\/p>\n The funny thing is, I used to have an aversion to mixing food with sex, ever since the time my ex-husband and I fooled around with maple syrup<\/strong>. It was such a sticky mess, especially in my hair, that I vowed never to merge kitchen and bedroom activities again.\u00a0 But then a customer changed my mind with his sexy \u2013 and mouth-watering \u2013 fantasy requests. A simple man, Rick\u2019s favorite sex food was the most common: whipped cream<\/strong>.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m rubbing mounds of whipped cream<\/strong> all over my pussy,\u201d I whispered.\u00a0 To make it realistic, I actually squirted whipped cream on myself, then ate it after I hung up the phone. This was no big sacrifice! Rick started calling every night, and soon I was buying cans of whipped cream by the dozen. I considered buying stock in the company.<\/p>\n Not only did I cover my lower erogenous zones in whipped cream, I also experimented with my nipples and even my asshole. I dipped a silicone dildo into a bowl of the stuff, and masturbated with it. \u201cI\u2019m teasing my clit<\/strong> with a cool delicious dildo<\/strong>,\u201d I told Rick. I squirted some on my hand so he could hear it, and used it as lube. \u201cNow I\u2019m putting it inside.<\/strong>\u201d With a sigh and a moan \u2013 absolutely genuine \u2013\u00a0 I slid the dildo all the way in. It would mean a shower after the call; after all, Rick wasn\u2019t there to lick it out of me. But I made him feel like he was.<\/p>\n \u201cRicky, baby, go down on me now, clean out my pussy…does it taste good, pussy juice mixed with whipped cream?\u201d<\/p>\n He went nuts. And speaking of nuts<\/strong>, eventually he added them to our nightly dessert<\/strong> \u2013 along with sprinkles, chocolate chips, and cherries.\u00a0 When he got around to hot fudge<\/strong>, I only pretended to agree \u2013 remembering my experience with maple syrup, I couldn\u2019t deal with anything that sticky.<\/p>\n It\u2019s been many years since I spoke to Rick, or did phone sex…and yet, even after all this time, I can\u2019t walk past a bakery window full of \u00e9clairs and cannolis<\/strong> without buying one, taking it home, and partying with every sex toy in the house.<\/p>\n #\u00a0\u00a0 #\u00a0\u00a0 #<\/p>\n Marlayna Dawson lives in California. A former phone sex worker, this is the\u00a0first of two columns by Marlayna.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.fatalemedia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/07\/Hot-fudge-sundae.bmp\" "\\"Hot")
<\/a>It\u2019s obvious why whipped cream is popular between the sheets.\u00a0 It\u2019s thick, white, and creamy, and it\u2019s easy \u2013 even fun! \u2013\u00a0 to apply. It\u2019s delicious; even without sex eating whipped cream feels sinfully decadent<\/strong>. The first few times Rick called, he talked me through the fantasy, and once I picked it up, I did what I always did on the phone \u2014 talked him to a climax.<\/p>\n