Alcohol
A body shot is a shot of alcohol (such as tequila) that is consumed from a person's body, usually from erogenous zones such as the navel or the breasts.
In one version of the body shot, the person taking the shot holds a shot glass in one hand, while the person giving the shot holds a wedge of lime (or lemon) in his or her mouth. The person taking the shot then licks a body part of his or her choosing on the person giving the shot, sprinkles salt on that body part, and then licks the salt off the body part. The person then drinks the alcohol and then takes the citrus wedge out of the subject's mouth using only his or her mouth.
Another version of the body shot requires licking the partner's body as the shot runs down him or her. In this example, the person having liquor poured on them lies on a table, floor, or any other flat surface, slightly propped up, leaning on an arm perhaps. The person taking the shot positions him or herself around the belt buckle. A third person then pours the shot slowly into the navel of the person lying down, and the person taking the shot must lick or suck the liquor up before it runs into the clothes of the person lying down. This can also be done on the breasts, and with practice, the thighs, penis, or buttocks.
The Japanese version, wakamezake (わかめ酒?), also called wakame sake and seaweed sake, similarly involves drinking alcohol from a woman's body. The woman closes her legs tight enough that the triangle between the thighs and mons pubis form a cup, and then pours sake down her chest into this triangle. Her partner then drinks the sake from there. The name comes from the idea that the woman's pubic hair in the sake resembles soft seaweed (wakame) floating in the sea.
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