Hungry for Food Sex

Enter Aphrodisiac.

A food, drink, or drug that stimulates absolute sexual desire.

Is it possible for food, or even the simple act of eating, put someone in the mood for love?

The answer: yes, but not in the way one may think.

Food has not been proven to stimulate sex organs, but it can suggest sex to the mind, triggering a heated passion. The brain and body hold a powerful connection. Our mind often trick us, switching on a switch that isn't meant to be turned on.

He did it, flickering on a switch I never knew existed

Devilish whispers.

Mischievous icy blues.

Gentle touches.

Intoxicating scent.

Tasteful words.

He left my mouth watering, wanting more.

As I park my faded red Gonda car, I release a breath of relief. Finally, after 15 minutes of struggles, a few sympathetic looks, and head shaking from strangers. I was able to parallel park my car. I lost count in how much time I forward and reverse and forward and guess what? Reverse.

Previously, I tried my best to avoid going downtown due to its limited amount of parking space and its outrageous charge for parking. But I needed a change of pace today.

Grabbing my cup of overly priced hot coffee, I walked towards the river. I can never comprehend how wealthy individuals can live with themselves knowing they are charging five whole dollars for a small cup of coffee. But, I can't blame them, I choose to walk into their franchise and whip out my debit card in order to satisfy my needs simply because I am too indolent to make it myself at home. I have two coffee machine that's collecting dust on the back of my shelf.

Pulling out my earphones, I let the sound of music calms me as I took a seat on the wet park bench. Letting out a deep breath, I took a look at my surrounding. Nothing change. Old man over there is still alive. Cougar lady there is still checking out young high school boys. Children over here are still playing without parental supervision.

Here, I am, again. I came to this park roughly a month ago when I had my nervous breakdown about graduating from college. Five years, five long brutal expensive years and I still don't know what to do with my life.

Sometimes, I feel like college is a scam. Anyone who had experienced or currently experiencing the ferocious life as a college student, know exactly what I'm feeling.

The end of a semester, students scramble to create the ideal class schedule or simply sign up for the easiest professor they can find, praying for a D to magically transform into a B, making travel plans they can't afford but desperately desire, and mending various distant relationships.

Even near graduation, there isn't a guarantee of a job. After leaving one hell, we transition to a new type of hell, adulthood. Endless application to various employment - many which aren't even in the field of study of the degree given. Let's not forget the delightful calls from loan sharks requesting a payment not understanding there are other bills need to be paid - one-word prioritize, which bill is more important.

A single term describe us all - Stress.

I'm not sure if it's the wet chilly weather or dazzling sun puncturing my eyes, but my bitter self-been surfacing more and more as each second pass. I came realized that high education system is one big-ole' fraud and adulthood fucking sucks.

I've been coming here nearly every afternoon to calm myself down. As I continue listening to music and staring at who knows what, I saw two figures heading towards me, snapping me out of my emotional rant.

The first guy was a dirty blonde. He was wearing a black t-shirt that shows his biceps with grey sweatpants. Even seating, I can tell he was a tall man; probably around six feet. His skin was light and tan. He was really handsome.

But, the guy next to him undoubtedly caught my attention, due to his overwhelmingly familiar atmosphere. He was slightly taller than the guy jogging beside him. Messy light brown hair that hides his orbs and smooth tan skin. A white t-shirt that held his frame wonderfully.

They are very sexy to the point that it should be illegal. But one question continuously circles my tiny brain, was how are they not cold in the middle of January. Scooting upward into the bench, my bottom started feeling numb, realizing I'm sitting in cold water.

Oh gosh, I am sitting in cold water, that's currently soaking my jeans. I'm grateful I always keep a pair of sweats in the back of my car.

Suddenly, like an unavoidable bullet, his eyes locked onto mine - Icy blues.

At that unrealistic moment, it was as if the whole world stop. The edge of his lips curled upward almost into a smile, but not quite. His broad chest rise, flexing and dropped with brute strength, hot breathe mixing with the frosty air. High cheekbones are coloring a light shade of vermilion. The sweats on his face emerge increasingly, traveling down his neck fusing with the collar of his shirt.

I can hear every cell in my body screaming at me to jump him. Which can lay me a fantastic night in jail as a potential rapist. I can see the headline now 'short stump of a female jumps divine treasure.'

So, I did what I declare as normal. I slapped my hand on my stupid eyes, pretending something was lurking inside.

I can feel the blood rushing to my face as my right leg starts shaking uncontrollably. Staring at my cell phone, I pretend to text someone. They pass by me, and I can smell sweats and apple, an odd combination.

Looking up, I notice that everyone was staring at them, in awe. Of course, they are. They are freaking gorgeous.

I couldn't help but release a snort. I do not mind behind underneath him. Screaming his name while clawing on his broad back, marking my territory.

But, they are women worst enemies, capturing our heart and easily crush it. I enjoy my heart being in one piece.

I know they are the type of guys who will never notice me, my presence is on the same level as air. Wait, no I'm below air. They need air to breathe.

Of course, I would never be anywhere near them or even speak to them. I have a boyfriend who loves and cherish me. But, it doesn't hurt to check them out. It's not like I'm cheating on my boyfriend. I can feel myself smirking as I start staring at their ass, their very very nice ass.

After all, I'm only human.

The next day, I decided to go back to the park. I failed my Chemistry exam, I need this. As I look up at the grey sky, I silently curse God for not giving me a photographic memory. But it isn't his or her fault, I probably should've studied in advance.

Inhaling a deep breath, I sat down at my usual stop and put on my earphone. Going through my playlist, I played a random song and started zoning out. My brows furrow when I saw a tall figure approaching me. Putting on my glasses, a gorgeous sore came into sight.

Icy blue eyes.

Why is he here?

Standing in front of me, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black sweats. Tip of his tongue tracing along his dry peeling lips, wetting them, biting gently.

He clears his throat a few times "Hi" Just as I expect it to be, deep. If it was high pitch, in no doubt, I would've run to the bathroom and laugh my ass off. Now, I wish he had a high pitched voice so I can have some joy today.

Immediately, I felt a tingly sensation between my legs as the blood in my body rushes towards my face. Goodness, No! You have a boyfriend! I reminded my inner sex goddess.

I started scanning my surrounds to make sure he was actually talking to me. I don't want to respond and embarrass myself, I do enough of that on a daily basis. There was no one else around.

"Umm me?" I said with uncertainty as I pointed a finger at myself to ensure he was talking to me

"Yes," he said firmly as he scratches the back of his neck. Trailing my eyes down towards his neck, I saw a silver ring with black straps tie around it, keeping it in place. It was absolutely beautiful.

He cleared his throat slightly once more, and I can see his Adam's apple moving up and down. Moving my eyes back to his, I gave him a smile "Can I help you?"

What can I, an average human female, do for you, an out of this world male.

Maybe, he is an alien? I wonder Afterall, no one can look that good.

"I actually saw you here several times around here, and I was wondering if you want to go out sometimes?" he said awkwardly as he scurried his hands back into his pockets while slightly rocking back and forth.

So, you want to kidnap me eh, sexy alien.

It's obvious he isn't used to asking girls out, which doesn't surprise me. I wouldn't ask anyone out, too if they threw themselves at me all the time.

Gently, a small smile tugged across his stubble jaw as his eyes flicker towards me - a single deep dimple.

Holy moly guacamole, did this fine alien just ask me out?

I can feel my heart pumping out blood rapidly throughout my body. I know it's wrong for my heart to beat so much, but I couldn't help it.

"But we are outside" I replied, spreading my hands outward.

Smooth, Nina. Smooth as butter.

Biting his bottom lip that dried up due to the chilly air, he cracked a low ruffled laugh "How about a date?"

"I don't eat that fruit, it hurts my teeth," I said, batting my eyes a few times sending him a tight smile.

If you push him down and run away, it would probably be less awkward.

His brows furrow together, a quick chuckle escaping "Is it too sweet for you?" He sends me a sly smirk.

You're too sweet for me, Mister Alien.

"Yes, way too sweet. I can't handle it. You like eating dates?" I said, fingers playing with one another, feeling the sweats sliding down my armpits.

Why am I still talking to him - because he is eye candy.

He inhales a deep breathe, puffing up his broad chest "I don't need it. Looking at your sweet self already gives me cavities."

Lifting a brow, I release a single snort "Corny much?"

"My flirting skills aren't exactly smooth, is it?" He chuckles lightly, the tip of his tongue poking out

Who needs flirting skills with your looks?

I shook my head "Ever consider going to the library?"

"For what?" he asked.

"There is this book called Flirting for Dummies."

Tilting his head, soft brown hair swift to the side lightly, humorous lip curving upward "How about I try this again?"

I sat there crossing my arms, quite intrigued

Let's see how this play out.

"You know consuming dates has its benefits," he said taking a seat beside me.

"Such as?"

"Aids in hangovers, reducing chances of getting certain cancers, and boosting energies" he stated, leaning over clasping his large firm hands together.

Attractive and intelligent alien, please leave. You're making my existence sorrowful.

"Boosting energies? Every fruit does that" I replied turning my body towards him.

"I meant boosting sexual energies" he stated, smirking.

"Strawberries can do the same thing," I said, biting my lip as I lean down on my knees, getting a better view of him.

I can feel him leaning in closer to me "You like strawberries?"

My body indistinctively leans in with him "I love strawberries."

"Plain?" icy blues staring at me as if I'm the only person in the park.

"No with chocolate" I responded.

I can feel his hot breath hitting my lips "What about whip cream?"

"I like them on my strawberries too."

His lips tilted upward into a smirk "I prefer them on something else."

"What else is it good for other than strawberries?" I asked biting my lips, gazing at his.

He raised a finger, gesturing me to come closer. I scooted inward, thigh hitting his as he tuck my uncooperative hair behind my ear, cupping his hands over his mouth, hot sizzling breath hitting my lobes "Ice cream" he whispered.

Covering my mouth, I cracked into a loud laugh, pushing him back.

"Oh, of course! How foolish of me to forget such an important dessert" I said, wiping the light water in the corner of my eyes.

He ran his slim fingers through his messy hair "I'm not really a fruit guy" he said, twisting his lips.

My laugh died down into a short chuckle "What kind of guy are you?"

He tighten his lips "I'm more of a seafood kind of guy."

I sat there, crossing my legs, raising a brow "Oh, really? What's your favorite type of seafood?"

He closens our distance once again, leaning back towards my redden ears.

"Oyster. I love eating oyster."

And with that, my mouth dropped on the cold ground. Closing it, I turn toward him, nose hitting his and I saw a mischievous glisten in his eyes as a naughty smirk made its appearance.

"You know there is a method in eating oyster" he whispered.

I shook my head, causing our nose to graze against one another "I didn't know that."

"Many doesn't know, but lucky for you I happen to be an expert," he said, refusing to back away.

"You're willing to share your secret?" I breathe out.

"Yes."

"Educate me" my voice shaken, chest tighten.

I can feel his fingers touching mine "You can't eat it right away. It has to be prep thoroughly, delicately. When it's prepared, you have to enjoy it, show appreciation for the artwork. Drink the juice fully, consume it as if it's your last" his voice slow, calm, and steady.

My throat hitched, the brain drain of any thoughts as I drink in his alcoholic words.

"Do you happen to know where I can eat an oyster?" He asks, sending me another cunning smirk.

"Th-there is a place n-near here that sells f-fresh cold o-oyster" I stuttered out.

"I prefer my oyster hot and moist" his voice, huskier than earlier.

Our broiling breathes mixes in the cold chilly air, the tip of his finger twirl around mine. Icy blues locked into my dark brown, filled with tacit desire.

Gulping down, I took a deep shaky breath and shot up, taking a step back from what I deemed as a danger zone.

He looked at me with pure confusion. My throat dried, parched, in need of water. Standing up, he towered over my tiny figure, reaching out his hand "What's wron-"

"I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend!" I screamed.

My conscious gave me a high five for doing the right thing while my unwanted sister downstairs shrivels in disappointment, particularly since she prep a waterfall.

I saw him open his mouth to say something, but my cell phone rang indicating it was time for me to leave.

"Excuse me, I have to go," I said quickly, hesitantly gave him a slight smile before putting on my earphone and dashed.

After speed-walking near my car, I glanced back at him and saw him talking to his friend.

He turned towards me, corner of his lips tilting downward as his friend cracked into a roaring laugh. Biting the bottom of his tempting lips, he took a single hesitant step towards me but swiftly pulled back.

I quickly shake my head, telling myself that I have a boyfriend and this is wrong.

Immediately, I turn around and walk towards my car.

I can't believe he just made a bunch of sexual advances towards me and I let him! Stupid hormones!

As I got into my car, I bit my nails while holding a hand over my chest. I can feel it pounding intensely. Placing both hands on my wheel, I planted my head on it.

Please, stop beating.