Even though I am married and have a son, I was a virgin. No one could convince me to do such a foul and disgusting thing, let alone that it was pleasurable! I couldn’t stand the smell of it, the thought of it, or be near anyone else doing it. It’s so messy, I thought, as I avoided it by saying “It doesn’t agree with me” or “I think I may be allergic.” A few weekends ago, however, my neighbour convinced me that my time had come. It was time to give up the innocence and join the rest of the adult world.
I was nervous. What should I wear? What should I bring? Were any special tools required? What would I use to clean up after it was all over? But she helped me along and showed me the way. I started slowly at first, unsure of myself. Then, it began its seductive dance in my mouth and I acqured a taste for it, realizing how foolish I had been to avoid it all these years. It wasn’t as big a deal as I thought it would be. In fact, I could see myself doing it on a regular basis, if I had enough money to sustain it. My husband likes it, so that would definitely make it easier for us.
Up until a few weekends ago, I was a virgin. A seafood virgin. But I have now tasted the wonder of lobster, and I know now what I have been missing, and I am sure wishing that I would have tasted its seductive wonders a lot sooner!
Chewing on one of its little legs…succulenty goodness…