All Powdered Up

I think the main reason why I love having food and drinks while being more than intimate goes back to when I first stumbled into it.
A friend and I were making lemon bars in the kitchen. The two of us had been dating for a few months after meeting in a culinary class that I took for a whim. When the lemon bars finished, I got out the bag of powdered sugar we just bought and started tearing the top open. Well...I pulled too hard, the bag tore, and powdered sugar went everywhere. When I say everywhere I mean in my hair, my nose, down my blouse, anything and everything above the counter was powdered white.
She was laughing so hard it was hard to understand her. A head to belly, white dusted, brunette was holding her sides laughing. When she finally settled down she looked at me and said, "you got a little something right here". I'm not that tall of a girl, 5'4", and she's a good 5'10". When she bent down to lick off the powder on my nose, my blood started boiling. I could see down her tank and the powder that had floated down it.
She started kissing and liking the sugar from my nose down my neck while popping the buttons of my blouse undone. For those of you with a good imagination you can guess what went on from then until dinner. For those of you who don't...sucks to be you.
Ever since then I've always enjoyed my food, sex, and mostly the two intertwined.

If you have a wonderful memory or a story about food and sex what is it. I'd love to know.