Everyone's got their kink. Maybe you like a girl in a gold Princess Leia bikini, maybe you go a little further and make her dress up like that alien singer at Jabba's palace.
But at least you can pull those off with a trip to a costume shop. Some people have fetishes that are just plain never gonna happen unless they're willing to break the laws of physics (and several federal laws) in the process.
5Vorarephilia, a.k.a. Getting Cooked and Eaten
The thing about having a fetish for cooking and eating humans, or being the victim of such, is that's the sort of thing you can probably only do once in real life before they put a stop to it. So folks in the community are reduced to looking at staged photos of people being spit roasted, boiled in cauldrons and even microwaved (hey, we've all got busy schedules) and wish they were there in person.
If you have a hard time wrapping your head around this fetish, think of it this way: Remember those Warner Bros. cartoons in which Bugs Bunny and Daffy would find themselves on a desert island? As hunger pangs gave way to hallucination, Bugs and Daffy began imagining each other as giant, anthropomorphic steaks.
Now imagine that scene but with Bugs and Daffy sporting raging erections. Childhood ruined thoroughly now? Good, let's continue. Maybe the thought of roasting and dining on human flesh doesn't turn your crank, but for cannibal fetishists it's like boner-Christmas and Boner Claus left something special in their stocking. Yep, it's a boner.
Known as one of the more "tasteful" in the community, Muki's Kitchen features photographs of female models trussed up in pans filled with vegetables, and stuffed with apples and carrots in every possible orifice. Vegan it ain't.
It's too bad these pictures are not *scratch and sniff*, because as beautiful and sexy as they are, they (would) smell even better! But that's just two of your senses: imagine the crackling sounds of honey and girl dripping into the open fire, or the feel of the heat coming off the fire pit (carrying the aromatic smells to you) while you sit back in a lawn chair and watch the roasting, and then think of the taste of the most succulent, moist and tender flesh you've ever had, with crisp skin holding in the juices and flavors, how it bursts in your mouth as you bite down, spraying your taste buds with flavor, feel it melting richly on your tongue the way a good steak should.
That comment pretty much paints the sad picture for us. Here's somebody who, when getting served a nice steak at a restaurant, almost certainly can't restrain their erection. And when their obvious arousal is noticed by their date/family/fellow diners, the best case scenario is convincing them that they merely have a T-bone fetish, to cover for the fact that they can't eat a piece of meat without imagining it's cut from a sexy, charbroiled human.
When you think about it, the whole idea of girls as food should be a natural. It combines two of what men like most: boobs and barbecue. When we put together other combinations of things we love, they turn out great. Fire + a vague sense of patriotism brought on by alcohol = the Fourth of July. Cars + guns = a giant gun that shoots cars. Doughnuts + burgers = the doughnut burger.
But when you combine hot girls and our love affair with eating, well you've just put too much peanut butter in our chocolate.
Typical Cannibal Fetishist's Come On Line:
"Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me? Either way, I'm going to eat it."