Our feet entwine beneath the hotel restaurant table. Looking into his eyes, I spear a sausage and bring it to my lips, nibbling on the thick, meaty tip.

He brings a large slice of mushroom up, kissing it suggestively, sucking it as gently as if it were my clitoris.

I counter with a teaspoon of thick, creamy yoghurt rolled around my tongue like fresh semen.

Recreating our antics of the previous night leaves us so horny that the chef's good work is left half untouched, and we pass the time before checkout making mad, passionate love.