It is Never Just Black & White

Summer is passing quickly. Having change on my mind, I continue to seek inspiration for our living-kitchen-theater remodel. After all, the holiday season is not far off, and it surely would be nice to have it completed. A dramatic new backdrop to feature my sexy man cooking would be fabulous!

Inspiration surrounds us at all times. As an example, JD left early this morning, leaving a warm presence inside me. I picked up his B&W satin bow tie, laid it on the white pillowcase along with JD’s shiny-red aluminum condom case and said to myself, “Wow, I wonder what my living-kitchen-theater would look like in these basic colors!”

The phenomenon of color lies in the context of each individual’s life. Visceral reactions emanate based on one’s experiences and interpretations. The purity and innocence of white, the sexuality and sophistication of black, and the excitement and passion of red all have symbolic and emotional connotations for me. As dramatic as this kitchen design is already – it spurred many thoughts. What compliments a design more than the presence of a man at one with his surroundings, free of too much fabric, free of concerns and inhibitions? There is nothing like a man cooking in the buff wearing only a bow tie and apron to let the imagination soar and happiness swell inside – a spectacular ‘mise en place’ for any recipe!

On this crisp, fall-like day, I recall craving fresh salsa one night last winter. Most of the typical ingredients being out of season, JD used his favorite roasted sweet potatoes salsa recipe and added some pomegranates and blackberries for a splash of summer. We enjoyed a winter salsa that led to a very happy ending.  JD looked into my eyes that night, and with sweet cinnamon on his breath, whispered, “I have loved you always. I’ve loved you since the day I met you in KG’s office. Your beautiful mouth still numb, I loved the way you tried so hard to sound alluring with those full, fat, numb lips” he teased. “Seriously, I cannot tell you how often I’ve looked at you with lust and with love and ached to throw you down and make love to you right then and there!”

I’ll always remember that winter evening. The spectacular happened right there in our kitchen. JD’s gaze never left mine as the swirl of natural instinct came over his body. My eyes told him I was having the same thoughts as I played with his protruding nipples and he mine. We both knew that soon JD would be sinking into my body. My insides melting with anticipation, I wanted bred long and hard! We moved to the warmth of our bedroom.

The walls echoed with our moaning and groaning reaching to a fevered pitch several times during the hour. JD deeply embedded, nature was driving him to have his whole body into my welcoming warmth. Panting, as though he could not catch his breath, JD wanted release in a most maddening way. Our tongues wrestling, JD turned his piston-driven movements to a gentle back and forth love making that gave us both the full effect of our united bodies. I was in a heavenly state, feeling JD’s hardness rub my intimate insides. I so deeply wished that we never had to stop.

There was a tingling that started to curl my toes when JD’s breathing became jagged and his body was writhing at a whole new level. The intensity building up in us both, I felt myself, beyond reason, clamping down and feeling JD’s member swelling at the same time. Evidence of my sexy chef engaged in great sex filled the air and there was no avoiding his explosive orgasm.  With all the fullness a man can provide, a crescendo of pleasures rippled through our bodies simultaneously!


I don’t recall falling asleep, but I do remember dreaming of snow fluttering down, melting into the blackness of our pond, and a stunningly bright cardinal landing nearby.   I awakened to the aroma of a Spiced Apple Pancake but I wanted nothing more than for JD to return to bed. Instead we snuggled in front of a fire, feeding each other slices of the pancake sprinkled with powdered sugar – really; there are very few things as wonderfully memorable as that.

I surely thank you for stopping by Scarlett Skillet, where food and sex are the norm. Have you tried my Spiced Apple Pancake suggestion at Scarlett Skillet Tidbits on Facebook?

KG is stopping soon, and I need to prepare for his visit. I am sure he will have a great story or two. Besides he has a great appetite, which JD loves, and always a devilish look in his eyes. This Daniel Nassoy image reminds me of KG so much!

Unique Introduction & My Vision Evolves!


Nearing a kitchen design Galleria, I am keen on color. Inspirations pulled together, I have a collection of show-stopping ideas. Unrivaled beauty needs to meet unmatched efficiency, though. Updating the kitchen helps with resale value, even in today’s housing market. One of the best investments made in a home, the process can be none-the-less overwhelming! Actually, on the other hand, I want to think it is better than playing on Wall Street!

Ditching ordinary, wanting colors like Hungarian paprika, Cretan oregano or rose-pedal red,  one can reach overkill quickly.  Mixing colors and textures is the key, beauty renewed cannot be done in a day, I have learned.  Accessorizing, OMG! Opting for a vessel sink or all-wooden countertops, function must be first. The bottom-line is whatever the choices are, my living-kitchen-theater must compliment JD’s culinary shows without being sensationalist.

There are certainly a mix of new materials, moldings, lines, and not any shortages in designers captivating my attention online! Nor friendly neighbors wanting to assist in the momentous undertaking. Figuratively speaking, I find the red in this one overwhelmingly too hot. That much red already has my internal temperature going above normal. Minimalistic form and lack of “fitness”, it simply does not appeal too me. The power of red, JD’s masculine energy and healthy libido, I can just hear him reciting the Trojan “Fire and Ice” slogan. Especially now he has gone beyond the ritual of afternoon dealership stops and recognizes the rewards in a remodeled living-kitchen-theater. His wallet is uneasy, I am sure. Love the light floors, though!

Determination burning strong, and DIY Network’s “Kitchen Impossible” playing in my head, I want to  know if my neighbors’ appliances are Wolf®, Viking® or Kenmore®. OMG, decisions! Color is still one of my major concerns.  An old cheese box becomes my friend in this situation.

Looking at the time-worn container, I found at a yard sale, it has the color balance I seek. Sometimes, seemingly useless articles around the house are inspiration for a sit-up-and-take-notice table setting, too. Flea markets are full of  elementary, basic foundations for creativity, as well. I can visualize a brightly lit space with light woods, strong white influences accented with dark characteristics without forgetting a splash of red to stir things up.

Speaking of  stirring things up, we have Bravo’s “Real Housewives”, surely someone can come up with something like “We like it Raw – In the Kitchen.” Real men in remarkable living-kitchen-theaters showing off their culinary artistry skills!  JD has executed numerous, spectacular shows when we have house-sit.

In fact, my sexual desires matured when I first house sat. My Grandma was traveling to Europe, and asked if I would stay at the ranch.  I was seventeen with nothing on my agenda for the summer, so I gladly accepted. Besides, my parents were determined that I see a dentist during the summer break. Like a typical teenager, I jumped at missing that!

With a painful nagging deep within me, I arrived and laid eyes on KG, my Grandma’s barn manager! So infatuated with his bald head, mysterious brown eyes, not to mention his well-defined body, I too found him of personal interest. I shyly attempted to hide my interest, but KG’s devilish smile told me he was a mind reader!

sexy in the wild-westNow this is not KG in this image, but it does exemplify the beauty of the wild-west influence on male art. This image summons many features that occurred that summer.

Laying on the cool grass, down by the pond, on the “lower forty” was when I first really took notice of KG. Behind the wild roses, with one of the horses along the fence line, his broad, dark shoulders shimmered in the afternoon sun! Thank God, his back was turned for I was definitely blushing like a kid caught with my hands in the cookie jar. KG walking toward me, my mind was racing like hell with youthful erotic ideas! I feel my lower parts stir, even today, with his natural, sexy movement playing, over and over, in my head like a Broadway show. Even better, a “Magic Mike” trailer with auto rewind permanently on!

Lying, while experiencing a sharp stabbing, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard KG’s voice. “Good afternoon, it sure is a hot one, isn’t it,” he announced! Embarrassed, my face was beet red as I lay back with my muscles tightening. I try to put him off while searching for an excuse, but KG refused and moved forward. He promised to be gentle, and there was no doubt he knew, well, what he was about to do.

Those gorgeous green eyes told me to trust him. His pearly white smile allowed me to reduce my anxiety and open myself wider to him for a stress-free pass. Pressing closer, advancing deeper and feeling my muscles stretch, KG persistently took his time! With zero familiarity and lack of experience, I was actually disoriented to the sensation of him inside me. I was amazed his mass did not hurt. There was a unfamiliar taste, too.

After about ten minutes we are both into it substantially, and then he stops and says, “Let me show you something you might like better.” He pulls out of me, about to faint trying to catch my breath, reminiscing sensations still in my mouth, his warm smile none-the-less gives me a phenomenal feeling as he says, “Feel good?”

“Oh yeah,” I replied! One of the most intense feelings of my life at that point, I forced a smiled and said, “Thank you doctor!” After all, the pain in my mouth was gone. In addition to his part-time barn manager duties, KG was also the local dentist that extracted my decaying tooth.

Lord knows, a dash of humor is necessary! The effects of the procedure still in full force, Dr. KG decided it was a perfect time to introduce me to JD, sitting in the waiting room. Boyhood friends with a tremendous relationship and both having a great sense of humor, they still laugh today about my blubbering introduction. I will never forget!

JD, a Nurse Nutrition Coach, and Dr. KG both play a major role in my healthy lifestyle.  I have a soft spot for medical-related masculinity. Fireman and shirtless men in suspenders, too!

shirtless fireman

JD pulling into the drive now, I cannot wait to see him!

Kitchen Remodel; Commencing Something new with a Masculine Accent

The heart of a home, a kitchen has long been the most significant room. The outdated thinking of this valuable space as merely a functional domain for thankless drudgery is forever retired. The kitchen is the most influential territory for family and friends, and prospective buyers, too. In my opinion, this particular kitchen has masculine qualities. However, the darker wood walls and dark leather chairs absorb too much light for my taste. I do not think it offers the right setting for what I have in mind.

There is nothing better than a naked man wearing only a white waist apron and a black bow tie serving great food and wine in a spectacular living kitchen as the background – a recipe for incredible upcoming performances for both men and women; straight or gay. Warning: there is sexual content all the way through my post!

Thus, I have decided to share my expedition of sorts, with tidbits of personal commentary, personal motivations, a plethora of culinary creations to ensure inspiration, and noteworthy discoveries around food and sex; two of my most passionate interests and pleasures. My present mission is to update my kitchen with my masculine interests in mind! My man will need a superb new setting for his exhibitionist notes, as well. It needs to be pleasing to me and my voyeurism. Let’s face it: Men can be sexually portrayed as women! We just do not see it often related to food or cooking. Until now! Attention: sexual exploits ahead! Leave now if you are, or believe you will be, offended, or if  this is illegal in your area!

Sexy Man in the KitchenOnce considered a space to impress women, the kitchen of today is increasingly becoming a new status symbol for men. It is a place for men to show off, where the thrusting male establishes domestic prowess and obtains the wow factor that fuels his masculine instincts and self-confidence off the charts. There’s nothing like a man with confidence to get the flames blazing! Love this guy’s smile, and in my opinion he portrays the right level of confidence.

The kitchen is the new “man toy”! Sports cars, fancy boats, and fast motorcycles step aside. Men are spending large amounts of cash on “living-kitchen-theaters and turning the culinary arts into incredible shows. A form of performing arts, cooking before a titillated audience, cheering him on, is no longer pure fantasy. A man’s five-star kitchen act is a precursor to untold pleasures. Notice: nothing is put on the back burner when I write. Sexual references are my norm! Please reconsider reading further if sexual content is illegal in your area or improper in your opinion.

Sexual and sustenance appetites, having many individual physical mechanisms, most certainly go together! The two utmost basic instincts, sex and nutrition, are inextricably linked within every living creatures limbic system.

Historically and biblically, diet and sexuality have been close companions anchored together for survival. For centuries, chocolate and oysters have been considered by some to be aphrodisiacs for increasing sexual potency. Symbolism, like the “forbidden fruit” in biblical terms, or the “cherry”, associating virginity, are two examples how food and sex are intimately connected in society. Regardless, who does not agree eating great food and having great sex is not a fantasy – they are some of greatest pleasures in life!

Speaking of fantasy, I learned long ago they are normal, healthy circumstances for men and women. In fact, many professionals claim that a rich imaginary life leads to better sex. Fantasy provides a channel for all of the wild, lustful things we conjure up in our minds without repercussions, because it transpires solely in the mind. Providing mental imagery, a dash of personal criticisms and appreciation, some education, and  storytelling, is my exclusive purpose for encouraging fantasy to become reality. A purposeful device to bring “zest”ful enrichment in others. A bare necessity in today’s fast-paced world!

A bare cast-iron skillet has been used for hundreds of years and today it is essential cookware in a living-kitchen-theater. A bare cast iron vessel, like this one, multi-purposefully serving as a stove top fryer, oven baking dish, and much more, in the hands of a bare-ass man, is impressive on so many levels. Especially a Scarlett Skillet!

Red exudes a resilient and dominant masculine energy; it excites the emotions while stimulating all of us to take action. Promoting all echelons of ambition and determination within, it is still super easy to cleanup, leaving more time to partake in the fun after any culinary show. Does your man have a Scarlett Skillet? NO? A precious purchase for him, get one as soon as possible!

A man’s precious productions in the kitchen, as well as, upon the sheets are gifts of love. Sharing his culinary influence and male potency make it doubly sweet! I say, “Enjoy and live well with your man and his crimson pan in hand, regardless of the galley atmosphere!”

Enjoying life well, today, reviewing “Wet Men” by François Rousseau photographs, I need to share something.  A basket full of garden tomatoes sitting in the room, fresh corn and strawberries in the sink  my mind wonders. JD and I have had  some wonderful times at our country farm. Notably when he needed to cool off!

A photograph, like this, floods my mind with memories. Stirs my pure lust for indulging myself with JD’s wet body Capturing such an art medium in a photograph speaks volumes.

The male body is truly an art form! I certainly do not apologize for unabashedly eroticizing the male body and sensuousness, including his penis. I am sure there are many who agree maleness is exiting a crisis of gender boundaries, sexual identities, and roles. Men are sex objects, too! Who has not walked the mall to be bombarded with male sexuality, or noticed a billboard for men’s underwear with Beckham. JD’s role, in my mind, is being all masculine with all its various definitions! My role is to enjoy and celebrate it to the point my head is emptied of all daily, routine thoughts.

Often at the farm, JD disappears to the slippery rocks of a shallow stream nearby to cool down, after working in the garden. With a photograph like this one, I can easily dredge up fond memories of  his pale fleshy round butt, two-toned thighs, and summer-made bronze back. I love the tan lines of a man! I cannot neglect to mention the stark contrast, highlighting the frontal view of him stepping out of the shower, as well.

My favorite pastime is lounging in the hammock, reading a book, as the heat of the day gradually forms big, billowy clouds in the sky,. Seeing JD strolling towards the mountain stream, I have to stop reading. Temptation at an all point high, I rush every time to witness JD strip down before entering the water.

I was always far too self-aware, shy, and bashful around him back then.  Pleading for me to strip down, and take him up on his offer to join him in the cool water, totally naked, I would just smile. Like a school kid saying, “I am alright,” after tripping on their own two feet, I watch him make a splash. Watching the water roll of his back and shoulders, every curve of his masculine physique glistening in the speckled sunshine beneath the trees, my passion increased. I love how his erect nipples drip with the chilly, spring-fed water when he rises up with his colossal arms. God, I am so grateful he warms my bed at nights. Observing his handsome chest move up and down, softly and rhythmically, as he rests next to me, plays endlessly in my mind right now. That farm-house bedroom and kitchen saw a lot of action!

The previous owners had left behind a worn skillet with touches of red paint on the bottom. That was the birth of JD’s “special skillet”, and my inspiration for this blog. The aroma of fresh garden tomatoes, right now,  filling the air, reminds me of when I would leave JD in the steam to head back to the house. Naturally, it was not long before he strolled through the door, fresh-picked corn in his arms, and a protrusion in his damp shorts. A smile on my face, I hand him a white apron. Oh, those are the days!

Our farmhouse kitchen needs updated, as well, and this image resembles the rustic features of ours. However, I find dark flooring in a kitchen a bad idea. Discussing our remodel project, JD and I decided to take a trip to the country recently to gain some perspective.

After a long day working, and the traffic nightmare, we eventually drifted off to sleep with the moonlight dancing on his naked body. The old oak tree canopy, just outside the open window creates magic. The masculine feel of his body still lulls me into sweet dreams when I strip down and cuddle up next to him! He does not budge when my hand roams across his warm, velvety body hair either. he knows me well!

Strangely, that night went on with my lust coming and going. Periodically, I rolled over to just gaze at him while slowly and steadily letting my fingers trace along his bulges above and below the waist. I stopped momentarily when he moaned, with my touch to his most precious features, and then slowly, I continue. Never in a hurry, long, slow, strokes, are my style!

Coffee, Hazelnuts & ChocolateUnable to hold back any longer, and knowing JD needed his rest, I inhaled his warm manly scent one last time! Gently, gently easing myself off our bed, without disturbing him, I showered before making him coffee before the sun would start another day. Hot and served with chocolate and hazelnuts. His favorite!

Neither of us were the most cultured coffee drinkers on the globe in the beginning. The almighty dollar drove the decision process, and we were only going to add cream and sugar anyway. Our palettes have become far more advanced. Today our respect for coffee is totally different. Like wine, coffee has its connoisseurs.

Indulging in a creamy cappuccino, we enjoyed the peaceful, quiet country-side.  With our hectic week behind us, we sat on the porch gazing upon a spacious lawn of majestic maples, birch and mountain ash, nature in abundance. It was exactly the perfect backdrop and setting we need!

Fresh Garden CornLater, enjoying the afternoon breeze, my eyes gazed on JD working in the garden. Knowing luscious culinary indulgences, and others, ran through his mind, he removed his shirt. Under the hot sun, picking  fresh corn, his back shined with a layer of sweat. I was unable to stop myself! I rubbed myself and wanting my advances more obvious; I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing the mouth-watering reward beneath for JD. Like an ear of corn with the husk pulled back, my presentation caused a huge smile on his face when he turned back toward me.

A euphoric, intense pleasure spread throughout my body when he bent over to harvest some Everbearer™ Strawberries. His shorts just at the top of his ass mounds, I went on with my self-exploration. Thoughts of firmly holding those fleshy, manly mountains when he relentlessly makes love to me had me aroused!

Far early in the day, I coaxed JD to take a romantic walk along the country road before the sun set. My request was fulfilled. We walked hand-in-hand and as we did our lustful desires rose. Before returning, he kissed me. His bare chest pressing against mine, his full lips upon mine, his warm tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, I felt his manly persistent bulge against my body. Looking into my eyes, with his sky blue eyes, he tells me, “Let me make you happy!”

Skillet Corn from Cara's CravingsTrue to his style in the kitchen, JD prepared Skillet-Glazed Corn with Ginger, Lime and Coconut [Google® to find a recipe] wearing only his white, waist-high apron and a new bow tie. Love how those apron strings fall down across his ass!

The aroma’s and sights were overwhelmingly wonderful! His culinary dramatics combined with his confidence as a man stirred up tremendous erotic thoughts in both of our minds. There was not a word needed when JD moved around to finish up his delights with his apron pitched like a tent.

He most definitely had my full attention the entire time!

From my observation, this image from clearly illustrates how inviting food can appear in a simple cast-iron skillet. Yum!

JD served this uniquely treated corn with an Heirloom Tomato Salad seasoned with Sea Salt and lightly drizzled with olive oil, topped with locally produced goat cheese, thinly sliced sweet onion tossed in creamy lemonette dressing and topped with arugula to add a bit of natural peppery taste to the dish. My favorite way to enjoy sunshine on a plate! “Don’t forget the hand-torn crusty bread,” I said!

I like finding diverse food-styling applications and putting them into practice whenever possible. I think this colorful snapshot illustrates my mindset on a basic level. First, the use of red and yellow tomatoes makes a mundane salad a bit more tempting to the eye. Secondly, the presentation is simple, elegant and tasteful. A fresh-from-the-garden tomato medallion makes the perfect base for a great tomato salad.

Simply, there was no special occasion of sorts, nor should there have to be, for the two of us, or anyone, to enjoy a romantic dinner together. Whether simple or complex recipes are followed, or purchased meal courses from a restaurant or store are used, the most important realism is to have fun!! Culinary artistry, uninhibited testosterone, superb wine, and a pinch of naughty talk or thoughts are the ingredients for some incredible foreplay.

Our sensual living-kitchen-performance behind us and a wonderful foundation, we retired to the bedroom with Orange infused Ricotta, Balsamic and Vanilla infused Strawberries sprinkled with Fresh Basil strips Bruschetta. My most recent find at!

Just a quick glance at the presentation makes my mouth water for a treat. Again, simple, but elegant! Simply elegant, is my motto. Presentation, presentation, and it must taste good, too!

“What about the recipes,’ you may be asking? The purpose for my sharing is to enhance your culinary repertoire, inspire your creativity, and more importantly get your juices flowing.

I do not believe readily available recipes are always necessary, nor are they crucial for the experience. “Trust your instincts, knowledge, and sexual catalogue when you cruise the internet for countless pleasures at the table and behind closed doors,” I say! It is all about the experience for two people to enjoy together! JD and I will continue to evolve, and we both hope you will, as well. Perhaps with a nudge from what you see here, I hope!

I, personally, do not always make or provide nutritional information, but my attitude is it isn’t always necessary. Given that a man’s focus should be on creating seductive culinary pleasures to win his lover’s attention and, of course, gratitude!  I follow the simple advice; everything in moderation and watch the serving sizes. JD thinks differently!

Speaking of thinking differently, with the impetus of JD’s culinary skilfulness and my intimate knowledge of his manly abilities, I was overtaken when I returned to the bedroom to see JD without his apron or bow tie that night. Inspired by an image I had located on Google®, he only had a bright red bow around his waist and a mischievous grin on his face; I wasted no time joining him!

A prime example how imagery can bring about inspirational execution! Some people may find this type of photo offensive. This is a form of art that I want others to learn to appreciate. I find the lack there of, or nonexistence, of inspiration in culinary and bedroom play offensive.

Inspiration comes in many forms, and I am utterly grateful when my man’s finger traces over my body with only a ribbon on his body. That night, JD moved close, my breathing quickly deepened as his manly hands explored my body. I removed the solicitous ribbon immediately!

Fingering my nipple  JD kisses the nape of my neck. His touch and scent fires up every nerve ending below my navel. Lovingly his hand caresses my belly and starts slinking down between my thighs. My insides pulse with anticipation, and I feel his breath, rapid and warm, against my bare flesh. Over and over again, with a deliberate tempo, he works his groin against me. In the candle light, an evidentiary trace of his warm fluid glistens on my thigh. Along my shoulder, my back and nipples, the kisses continue.

It is all too much for JD, I gasp out loud when one of his fingers slip into my warm inviting cavity. Moaning as he pulls his fingers in and out of me, I am most certainly hungry for his mouth when his lips touch mine. Parting my legs with his firm hand, JD found my entryway begging to be filled.

Inch-by-inch my body accepts his now engorged manly sword. Ever so precisely he pulls back out, and then slowly eases back in, over and over, again and again, until nature has control of him. The thrusts start unhurriedly initially. His pace and intensity ultimately quicken to my delight! My body is coated with his sweat as the best love-making commences. So many pleasures running throughout my body and mind as his rigid tool goes deeper, especially when his strong arms hold me tight and his breathing is noticeably labored.

Holding onto me tight, a heavy stream of his manly seed spurted against my insides. His body taunt and nearly motionless upon me, JD’s manhood jerks flooding my insides with his milky precious production. His DNA marking his territory, he grins brazenly with his ocean blue eyes staring into my soul. We are still joined together, nearly falling asleep when I hear his stomach rumble next to me.

We nourished our sexually exhausted bodies with Strawberry Bruschetta and slept in late the next morning. With the fun-filled weekend past, I continue to embark on plenty more intimate sexual and culinary escapades, always with the chief intention to make sensual living kitchens special places and the euphoric bedroom love-making immensely special too!

Through it all, Scarlett Skillet is more than recipes; it is, as well, a journey of sorts, an assortment of thoughts or fantasies, recollection wonderful adventures, an eclectic gallery of art and design, of course, sexual culinary exploits too. Thanks for the company during my initial blog launch! This is a new adventure for me.

Who knows what kitchen design, recipe or photograph will pique my interest tomorrow. Hope you are as excited about the quest as I am!

NOTE: Safety in the kitchen is paramount! There are numerous health risk and potential for bodily injury. It would be irresponsible of me not to suggestion you purchase a Lodge® Max Temp Handle Mitt – Black for him! He is hot, but those cast-iron handles are even hotter and nobody wants the chef burnt. Secondly, every living kitchen theater requires some sort of water-resistant, digital thermometer. Appropriate food temperature, both hot and cold, also keeps the visits to the emergency room at a minimum.   Definitely no fun in that!