By Prerafaelite © September 2001. All rights reserved.
Stephie stared at the half dozen shucked oysters on her plate and smiled. She looked up at John as she squeezed the fresh limejuice over them and sprinkled the rock salt over the top. She picked up a shell, slid her tongue underneath the creature and slowly sucked the firm pink flesh up between her lips. The fresh from the sea taste mixed with the tartness of the lime washed over her taste buds as she savoured the flavour. She smiled as Johns tongue shot out and licked his lips as he watched her. Later my love, later, she thought.