Happy July the 5th… I am creating some new articles for a few publications and for both blogs (Erotica du Jour and The Sensual Foodie) Plus, there have been so many things going on in my private life. My son is in baseball camp as well as ‘all stars’ league, so lots of baseball mom action: making sure he has enough water, food and rest, basically. And doing laundry. Constantly laundry. Then, my two younger girls are, well, young girls. They wake up early and refuse to go to bed (so I can write). But, I have perfected the art of banana pancakes recently, which is no small feat. Yes, I have finally mastered the ‘fluffy pancake secret’. Add bananas to that, and you have very fluffy, delicious banana pancakes. And, I have attempted to go to bed early(er) and get up early(er) although I do hit the snooze button quite often. Despite my snooze button fetish, I have promised myself that I would get into great shape this summer. Yet, waking up early for a walk/run on the beach has happened once this past week. I had hoped to do it every day, but when I don’t get to bed early enough, well, I do need my beauty rest. I weigh out the positives while I hit the snooze button. More sleep (beauty), or more exercise (fitness)? Or, more articles to post (intellectualism)? So, I hope to catch up with creating fresh and interesting articles for my love child Erotica du Jour. In an effort to make this a dynamic and sexy blog, I decided to create two new categories for your pleasure:
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.
There is also the male version, Nantaimori (Japanese: 男体盛り) refers to the same practice using a male model. Perhaps the use a “nasu” or eggplant for the man’s “centerpiece”? Japanese eggplants are very… erotic.
This genre of food play is originally a Japanese practice that has attracted international media attention. A few online searches have led to some restaurants and parties where beautiful naked women are used as platters for the sushi presentation.
“Before becoming a living sushi platter, the person (usually a woman) is trained to lie down for hours without moving. She or he must also be able to withstand the prolonged exposure to the cold food. Before service, the individual is supposed to have taken a bath using a special fragrance-free soap and then finished off with a splash of cold water to cool the body down somewhat for the sushi. In some parts of the world, in order to comply with sanitation laws, there must be a layer of plastic or other material between the sushi and the body of the woman or man.”
—Jack Herbert, Nyotaimori (Body sushi), Japan for the Uninvited
There are Nyotaimori specialists, such as Chef Mark “The Naked Sushi King” based in Wilmington, North Carolina— quote from his website:
“When it comes to providing the extraordinary and exotic in naked sushi, no one surpasses Chef Mark aka the Naked Sushi King. Considered one of the true innovators of the art of Nyotaimori in the USA, Chef Mark, the Naked Sushi King, excels at providing unique and distinctive presentations which honor the traditions of the Japanese heritage.
Nyotaimori is the art of naked body sushi. Our dedication and knowledge of Nyotaimori, body sushi makes it safe, fun, and different. While we are based in coastal Wilmington, North Carolina, we are one of the only upscale sushi catering services that can travel to any location worldwide to put on an exclusive event or provide VIP types of services as your very own personal sushi chef.”
It was many years ago, before I knew about any of this that I had fantasized about Japanese men eating sushi off of my naked body. Had I known I could become a “nyotaimori model” I would have done it in a heartbeat. I suppose I still can find a way, and write about it? Ah, the adventure…
My fantasies were more involved than just holding still— I imagined an erotic scene with the heat of mouths, the slide of tongues, tasting, licking, eating off of my skin. Several Japanese men, perhaps some very handsome, some a little older but still attractive, enjoying themselves by eating sushi and sashimi off of my body. Also, “eating” my most erotic places. You can only guess.
This fantasy is still something I dream of. Rather than an elaborate banquet platter for a large party, I’d be a dinner plate for an intimate table of 3. Two men and a woman, perhaps?
Also, there is Wakame Sake or Wakamezake わかめ酒, another erotic food/drink practice is wakame sake, poured down a woman’s body and drunk from the “cup” of her closed thighs. The name “wakame“, means ‘soft seaweed’.
My darling is a Japanese native. When I ask him about “Nyotaimori,” I get a mumbled “hhmph?” and a sly smile. but he says nothing.
Here then, are some links and articles I had to search and find on my own, in fumbled romaji (English alphabet):
Some older news articles:
A similar “food fetish” is expressed in Seijun Suzuki’s 1967 film Branded to Kill, protagonist Goro Hanada (Joe Shishido) has a food fetish in which he must sniff boiling rice in order to become sexually aroused or enthusiastic about his life and career as a hitman.
Wikipedia Nyotaimori references and links:
NYOTAIMORI VIDEO ON YOU TUBE
NAKED SUSHI VIDEO
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