After creating my last post about Nyotaimori, the Japanese erotic food art, 女体盛り,“body sushi,” the art of serving sashimi & sushi from the body of a naked woman, I was inspired to try it myself.
My naked body would be the “sushi platter” for my darling man’s lunch.
Good idea, I thought.
I phoned our local sushi delivery place while freshly showered, standing naked in my bathroom., glancing at the to-go menu. This place specializes in demae sushi, or more properly, o-sushi dema-e. “DE-MA-E” means “made to order” and conveniently, I live near such a place that creates to-go sushi.
The person answering the sushi delivery picked up on the second ring, but placed me directly on hold after they answered. Must be very busy at 11:30am. I waited for some time. Don’t they know there is a naked woman waiting to order sushi for erotic purposes? I thought that telepathically, I could encourage them to pick up the phone and take my sushi order. So, after nearly fifteen minutes on hold, I knew the outgoing recording pretty well. I imagined there were many customers, ordering sushi to-go in the nude. I hung up, and redialed again.
A friendly voice answered, the same guy that left me on hold. But this time he was available to take my order. I chose the Kiku (Gokujyo) combination: 2 tuna, 1 each of seared tuna, salmon, hirame, hamachi, albacore, shrimp, uni, ikura, kani, and spicy tuna. I also ordered the vegetarian platter (avocado roll and avocado sashimi, asparagus sashimi, cooked shiitake mushroom sashimi, kaiware, pickled eggplant, and vegetable rolls) with brown rice, and two iced green teas.
“Do you need any chopsticks?” they asked.
“Um, no…” I answered demurely. “We won’t need them.”
We would not need chopsticks whatsoever. Besides, we have a growing collection of ohashi, or chopsticks. I left it a mystery for my other reasons.
They called back and said they were out of uni.
My husband replied, “more salmon, the color will look better on your skin.”
“Extra salmon, please.” I answered.
They delivered our sushi feast quickly, without any problem. Everything arrived in tact with a cold pack inside the bag.
He wasn’t sure about eating it off of me. It made him laugh and I tried not to giggle. If I did, all the carefully placed sushi and sashimi would just tumble off. Sticky grains of sushi rice were holding each piece, sticking to my skin.
In my fantasy, my husband would be eating sushi sensually off my body, then proceeding to taste me everywhere. Instead, he was laughing, I was giggling. We ended up eating off of plates on our tatami mat.
My skin smelled faintly of fresh sushi. I had previously showered for the occasion, so with the scent of sushi on my body and silliness in our hearts, we enjoyed our lunch, half naked (I put my pink kimono back on), savoring the pleasure of our meal. I felt like an utter goofball (which I am) and this was such a fun way to have lunch. Gochisoosama deshita. Oishiikatta ne. YUM.
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