THE LOBSTER

Yesterday I went with a man that could have been my grandfather.
He said he liked my exotic look and he found my accent very sexy.
I am not English mother tongue.
But he enjoyed my tongue on him.
Luckily he was tasting good. I hate when they taste like rotten lever.
He was still quite powerful for his age and, I have to admit, he even knew how to touch a woman. It happens very seldom nowadays. Maybe it was just experience.
He ordered dinner in the bedroom. Food had for him a special meaning. He was not just eating, he kind of had sex with it.
I will never look at a lobster as just food again.