Feral Daydreams 🎀

Aphrodisiac Delights (🍋)

Atticus, a renowned Japanese chef and Anastasia's boyfriend, invited her to spend an evening at his restaurant. The ambiance was intimate, and they enjoyed a lively conversation about their work. In a moment of playful spontaneity, he placed an exquisite oyster dish on her plate. 

"Ever tried oysters?" he asked, his tone teasing. 

Anastasia smiled and nodded. 

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Atticus picked up an oyster, letting his tongue dance over it suggestively. “You know, oysters are considered aphrodisiacs,” he mused, adding a hint of intrigue to the moment.

Anastasia leaned back in her chair, her fiery red eyes never leaving Atticus' face. "Well then," she replied, her voice low and sultry, "I guess I'm going to have to eat my dinner with extra care tonight.”

"Indeed, you are," Atticus said, his own voice dropping an octave as he watched Anastasia, the way she moved her lips forming a perfect 'O' as she accepted the oyster from his hand. He couldn't help but wonder if tonight's menu would truly heat things up between them.

With a playful smirk, Anastasia brought the shell to her lips and tipped it gently, allowing the cool briny liquid to cascade onto her tongue. A soft moan escaped her as the taste exploded in her mouth, sending ripples of pleasure down her spine. "Mmm... these are delicious," she murmured, her gaze locked onto Atticus'.

"Glad you like it," Atticus said, his grin growing wider as he leaned closer, his eyes sparkling with desire. "Want another one?" he offered, his voice a tantalizing whisper, his fingers lingering near hers, savoring the connection.

Anastasia's breath hitched at the proximity, her pulse quickening as she felt the warmth radiating off Atticus's body. She nodded slowly, her own voice barely above a whisper. "Please... I want to experience everything on this menu tonight." Her fingers brushed against his as she reached for the next oyster, the touch igniting a spark of electricity between them.

"Consider it done." Atticus replied huskily, his eyes never leaving hers as he picked up another oyster, his fingers brushing against her lower lip before placing it gently on her tongue.

A shiver ran through Anastasia at the intimate contact, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste of the oyster and Atticus's touch. When she opened them again, they were dark with desire, her voice thick with longing. "Atticus..." she breathed, her hands coming to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her palms. "Can we finish dinner in private? I don't think I can focus on anything else right now.”

"As much as I love seeing you enjoy my food," he said, his voice low and husky, thinking of all the other ways he could make her feel good, "I think that's a fantastic idea. Let's go," he said, his tone firm but gentle as he stood up, guiding Anastasia by the hand toward his private quarters, his thoughts swirling with anticipation of the passionate night ahead.

Anastasia let Atticus lead her away from the bustling kitchen, her heart racing with excitement and anticipation. As soon as they entered his private room, she turned to him, her hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck. "I've been thinking about you all day," she confessed, her voice a seductive purr. "About your hands on me, your lips exploring every inch of my skin..." She pressed herself against him, her curves molding to his hard planes, her hips rocking subtly against his. "Show me what else you're good at besides cooking, Atticus," she whispered, her hot breath ghosting over his ear.

His heart raced as he wrapped his arms around Anastasia, pulling her even closer, his hands roaming her body in response to her words. "Glad to hear that, love," he whispered into her ear, his breath hot and heavy, "I promise you, the main course is far from over." With a growl of desire, Atticus captured her lips in a searing kiss, his hands sliding down to cup her ass and lift her onto the nearby counter, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing in the intimate space, as he eagerly explored her mouth, promising a night of passion beyond just culinary delights.