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The Local Flavour
Date: 9/14/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Authoritarian, Female Domination, Mature, Scatology, Author: nunkie, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com
The cold slimy substance that slithers into my mouth reminds me of an old lady who used to sit on a bench in the park back in my hometown, clearing her throat and spitting large clods of green phlegm all around the bench. I cannot bring myself to swallow it down, and spit it into my napkin instead. Sara is laughing her head off. ‘Not the oyster type, are you? Oh well, one has to get used to it. Try another one, only this time swallow it straight down. You blur out the taste by allowing the texture to draw your attention. Let it slither over your tongue, just enough to catch the flavor, then throw your head back and let it slide down your throat.’ I try it and it works, although I cannot keep my imagination from playing with my mind. I manage to eat half of the oysters on my plate, then I give up. The champagne is a welcome refreshment. While the maître’d hovers around us like a busy bee serving the different courses of our dinner and keeping our glasses filled – the wine tasting is the first time I get acknowledged – we eat and chat about Mexico and the weather. Sara is an attentive listener and seems to appreciate my opinions. My conversation is somewhat hampered by my constant worrying about the bill. That dilemma gets solved though when after coffee and cake, Sara instructs Oscar to charge it to her room. I am too relieved to put up even a perfunctory fight over the ownership of the bill. Instead, I rally around the table and help Sara up from her seat before the ...