He looks longingly at her slightly parted lips and smiles. “Yum, I can almost taste you now.” he says.
The pale pink, almost pearl white flesh of her body, smooth as silk, wet, and welcoming calls to him. He is flushed. His mouth waters. His pupils dilate, heart rate increases.
Palms sweaty he reaches forth. I swat his hand away. “Not so fast. The first taste is all mine.” I tease him with my eyes. I wink. I lean in close. I brush my body up against his arm and say “I love you.”
I poke and jab the first delicious oyster. I lay her in some cocktail sauce and as I bring her close to his mouth I pull her into mine. Ah! That sweet clean fragrant taste as she glides down my throat. I can see it is paining him with ecstasy as he watches.
We dig in. Our conversation full of friendly banter as our bellies fill with the wonders of the “aphrodisiac”. We examine each oyster as scientists and agree they do look an awful lot like vaginas…and I argue in my headiness after our third dozen with beer, they are loaded with zinc and amino acids. Lord knows I need my amino acids!
We head home. Umm…the aphrodisiac for men? I think not! Later =)