My Vegan Fetish
My Vegan Fetish
For me, veganism is not just about healthy eating. It is a lifestyle. There is nothing I would love more than to meet a hot vegan guy. They are, however, few and far between and seemingly hard to track down. As a task, it resembles trying to source a good avocado in winter. I think culinary compatibility is incredibly important when choosing a viable partner. At this point, I don’t think I could imagine living with someone who wanted to have meat in the refrigerator, for example.
Nor could I cope with the kind of guy who wants to eat fast food, drink beer and watch football. Generally speaking, vegan men are more into yoga, meditation and massage. And, while I’m at it, why not throw some extensive tantric-sex practice into the cold-press juicer as well?
I know that veganism is gaining popularity and this can only be a wonderful thing. Still, I am doing all I can to meet my dream vegan man who, coincidentally, is also going to be a guided meditation guru, chakra connoisseur and fuck-buddy. I have joined several vegan meetup groups in Barcelona. I have taken note that they tend to have a membership that is about 80% female. That situation would have been fun during my lesbian era but, right now, I am in the mood for a man.
I predict that any eligible, and fit, vegan man who turns up to one of my groups will have lots of vegan women fighting over the prospect of his additive-free premium quality sperm. This tempting commodity will no doubt be due to his healthy vegan lifestyle. There are other distinct sexual advantages for vegans. There is less impotence, a more pleasant odour and taste.
Talking about taste, I just love it when a man can cook my favourite vegan dishes for me in the way that I prefer. There is nothing that seduces me more than a highly-skilled domestic man.
The more I think about that possibility, the more my appetite increases.