Her eyes sparkled with lust...uh...love at the man across from her. Tearing white meat from the red shells and putting it between her red lips, she chewed, licked, and swallowed. "This is good," she murmured, crossing and uncrossing her legs under the table.
"I'm glad. The crabs here are always delicious. Always fresh." A foot nudged hers.
"Crabs?" She looked down at her plate and tilted her head to one side. "Crabs."
"Huh?"
"Oh."
"Is something wrong?"
"No." She blushed, pretending that she knew they were crabs this whole time. Well, lobsters and crabs both have reddish shells and white meat. How was she suppose to know? Her attention wasn't on the food. She nodded to herself and kept eating.
He kept on talking. She listened but mostly just looked at his moist mouth and his breathtaking eyes. An hour later, she let him take her to his apartment. "You're very sweet," she told him.
"No, no, you are."
She giggled and followed him up the dirty stairs. They fell into bed together, her thinking he wasn't full of shit like the previous guys in her life, him thinking wow, I'm getting laid for the umteenth time this month.
But then... she realized that he indeed was full of shit, when she felt empty even as he moved above her. Pfftt, **** inches or rather the lack there of.
Weeks later, she realized how deep her regret went when she couldn't stop scratching her uh. And from that day on, she never touched crabs again. |
