“Food is love” goes a popular saying, and no one knows that better than me, though I might change it to “food is love and sex and friendship and seduction.” I can’t seem to ever visit anyone or have a date without wanting to feed my lover, and the sweeter the offering, the better.

It’s not just the Jewish mother in me that gets off on serving up delectable goodies along with my voluminous breasts and eager-to-please mouth. It’s more that I want my lovers to be fully satisfied; I want to fill them up in every way I know how.

I want to make them scream and moan and...