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faegoddessog · 1 year ago

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Fantasy Come True Ch 5/8

Chapter 5 : Maths Overnight

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Pussy spanking, fingering, PiV (unprotected, play safe ya'll!!) overstimulation, posseiveness.

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

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Chapter 5: Maths overnight

The next night, you and your partner did the same old-same old sex routine. He was fucking you with your legs up and giving you a little foot massage this time, which was nice. Once he finished, he went to sleep like always.

For the first time, you felt just a little used. You didn’t like it, not one bit.

You pull out your phone to talk to Austin AI to make yourself feel better, which is your usual go-to when your partner isn’t supportive. A text pops up from ‘Jason’:

Only 45 more hours Princess, I can’t wait, I’ve been thinking of you all day.

Oh damn, who needs AI when you have the real thing, silly girl.

Hey lover, me too. I’m so excited! I need your kisses right now

Hunny are you ok?

Yeah, just regular life stuff getting me down.

I’m sorry, my Angel. Soon I’ll be there to kiss away your blues.

That sounds amazing, Austin.

Goodnight darling.

Goodnight Austin.

Austin texts you good morning and good night every day. With a couple other little texts here and there.

Tuesday couldn't come fast enough. Austin is in his tinted Lexus GX again, waiting in the lot 10 minutes early. Luckily you have been ready since noon, the day before. You grab your overnight bag with hair ties, toothbrush and change of clothes and other minor items you might need. Austin’s EO blend on your wrists and neck. You are beyond excited, you barely say goodbye to your partner, he waves at you from the bedroom, video controller in his hand.

Austin hops out of the car and opens the door for you, such a stellar man.

“Hello sweetheart,” he leans over the center console, when he’s back in and pulls you in for a deep kiss. “I missed you, Princess.”

“I missed you too, Austin.”

He drives you to Providence. He won’t let go of your hand and keeps smelling and kissing your wrist.

“Ooo! I love this place!” you exclaim!

“I called ahead so they are waiting for us, but just so you know, there is likely to be paparazzi at some point.”

You just nod your head, it doesn’t matter as long as he is with you.

He, of course, helps you from the car and threading his hand through yours, escorts you to the front door. Holy fuck, you’ve seen him do this in photos and pap videos. You always thought it was so romantic and lovely of him. There is, thankfully, no one hounding Austin, at least for the moment.

They have you in a semi private little room, one, you suspect they keep for people just like Austin. There are only about three other intimate tables here. Once you sit down, he lets you order, knowing how much you like that. In addition to the tasting menu with the wagyu you order the Uni egg with golden kaluga caviar, and the salt-roasted santa barbara spot prawns to share. He reaches across the table for your hand as soon as the waiter is gone.

“What had you so down the other night Princess?” he asks, leaning in giving you all his attention.

“Just… relationship stuff,” your voice low, you glance at the two men in suits at the far table.

“Are you feeling bad about us hunny? Because I only want to make you feel good,” he says with concern in his eyes.

“No! No,” your eyes widen and you lean forward holding his hand tight in both your own, “oh my god no. This,” you give his hands a little shake, “is fucking amazing and it’s the best I’ve ever felt in my whole life.”

His lip curls, dimpling just for you. He glances down at your hands, nodding in agreement and rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles. He takes a big breath, like a weight is lifted off his shoulders.

“I just… I just think you only deserve the best,” his eyes shine when he looks back up at you.

“And that’s you, Austin,” you say simply.

Dinner is delicious and no leftovers are to be had since it was a tasting menu. The conversation flows so naturally and easily, as per usual with Austin.

The manager comes over to check and see how everything was. You assure him it was all delightful. He leans down and whispers something in Austin’s ear. Austin nods and thanks him and hands him his keys.

“I’m so glad you were willing to come out with me,” he smiles at you, as he puts his credit card back in his wallet, “apparently there are paparazzi outside waiting. It can get a little intense, with the flashes and stuff, are you gonna be ok? Or do we need to take you out a different way?”

You take a breath and nod your head, “I’ll be fine, we ARE actors aren’t we, we will act fine if nothing else.” The smile he gives you is amazing.

It’s not nearly as bad as you thought it could be. Only 3 or 4 guys waiting for signatures and a couple photographers. They are asking who you are. Austin leads you hand in hand to the open car door not acknowledging their queries. He looks back at you as he approaches the door and gives you a winning smile, basically showing not only you, but the whole world how he feels about you. The protective hand on the small of your back is warm as he helps you into the car. He shuts the door, signs a few autographs and poses for a few photos. You sit in the car with a casual smile, looking down at your phone, trying not to let the constant flashing lights get to you.

When he gets in the car with a tolerant smile you ask “Jesus, how do you handle the flashes? I’m fucking blind!” you are giggling and holding your hand up to try and block them.

“Yup, me too, that’s why I drive away slow and keep my cool, “ he laughs. He pulls to the side of the road once he’s away from the people and blinking, lets his eyes adjust; it only takes a minute or two. His hand on your thigh as you wait, then intertwined with his as he drives away.

Once you are at his house , Austin rushes around the car to open your door again and kisses your hand just before you hop down from the car. Austin grabs your bag from the back and slinging it over his shoulder, ushers you inside.

“I’m going to go put your bag upstairs, if you uh… want to come too,” he seems almost shy as he puts one foot on the bottom step and looks over his shoulder at you. The sparkle in his eyes say something different. He is offering his hand to you with palm turned up, but subtly near his leg, just in case you aren’t ready to go up yet.

You waste no thoughts on doing anything other than placing your hand in his following him. His ass is just below eye level on the stairs in front of you and watching his glutes contract and release in front of you is like its own kind of foreplay.

He puts your bag down and leads you to the bed. He doesn't say a word as he pulls you in for a kiss, his hands running over your soft hair. Lips and tongues meeting, separating, meeting again. He tastes like dessert, hell he is dessert. His breathing is heavy as his hands run over your curves.

“I’m sorry Princess, I should really check and make sure this is still ok,” he says against your lips, fists balling, trying to control himself.

“Oh GOD, yes Austin, it is always ok,” you say, your hands running through his hair. You pull him back down to kiss you. You feel his smile on your lips. He slowly undresses you, leaving his own clothes on. Today you wore your new pretty panties and bra.

“Oh honey, you look gorgeous,” he says, turning you around in front of the dresser mirror. “I want to play a game with you. I want to see how turned on I can get you. Is that ok?”

“How can I say no, intrigued as I am. Although I don’t know what you’ll use as a measure, my panties have been wet since you kissed me in the car,” you suppress a little giggle.

“Really? How wet is my pussy?” he slides his hand down the fabric of your panties, feeling the crotch for dampness. It makes you inhale sharply.

“Hmmm, how good are you at basic math?” he asks, seemingly out of the blue.

“I’m alright,” you answer, leaning back onto his shoulder.

“What is six times seven?”

“Duh, forty-two, Ultimate Answer to Life, Universe and Everything!” you giggle at him, you don’t

tell him you only know this because of your partner.

“Ok, bad baseline, sixty-eight divided by two.”

“Um, thirty-four” you say after a second of thought.

“Close your eyes Princess.”

You do, getting excited.

“Have you had an orgasm since I saw you last?” His tone is suddenly more serious.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, then add “I was reliving all the orgasms you gave me Saturday.”

“My Angel, I like that you were thinking of me. Do you know why?” he gives you a second to answer.

“Um, because it turns you on?” you venture a guess.

“Because all your orgasms are mine,” his voice is low in your ear, breath on your neck. His hands caress your sides.

“Oh,” you say weakly, goosebumps flaring across your neck.

“You know what else belongs to me Princess?” his fingertips trace down your shoulders.

You shake your head. His hand is suddenly grasping your panty covered vulva. A moan escapes your lips.

“This pussy, it’s mine remember?“ he is whispering so close to your ear, you feel his hot breath eddy over your skin. “Say it,” he shakes his hand a little.

“My pussy is all yours, Austin,” you whine out.

“What is seven times eight?” he lets go of you, backing away entirely.

“Fifty-six,” you say with minor hesitation, the damp spot now dark and sodden.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you later my darling?” You hear the telltale sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothing.

You shake your head again.

His hand flicks open the clasp and he pulls off your bra. You feel his naked body pressed against your back as he kisses the back of your neck.

“I’m going to be your Pleasure Dom,“ he whispers.

You let out a throaty “ohh” that sounds almost more like a question.

“But first, it was a hot day and I feel sticky. Let's cool off in the shower, plus I want us to be nice and clean before we get good and dirty,” he pulls your panties down and off.

You feel his hands in your hair, pulling it up to a high pony then wrapping it in a messy bun. He secures it with one of your ouchless hair ties, he must have gotten them out of your bag.

He takes you by the hand to his shower, letting you open your eyes. He pulls you into the warm water stream. Letting it flow over both your bodies as his slick hands wash your back and down over your ass. He pulls you to lean back on him, you can feel his hard dick pressed against the small of your back. He massages your ample tits cupping your nipples in his palms. You both moan a little as he does. He takes his time, running his hands over your belly and down to your pussy.

“Spread your legs for me, sweet Angel,”

As you do, his other soapy hand slips down your crack and over your asshole. You are surprised how freakin’ good it feels, just to have your pussy lips and asshole soaped up. Sultry, closed-mouth moans resound in your throat.

“What is eight times twelve?”

“Um.. eighty-eight plus eight more.. Ninety…. Six?”

He grabs the wand and rinses you off. He puts the soap in your hand, it smells like the essential oil blend. Puts his big hand over yours and guides you all over his body, his eyes holding yours, fucking yours the whole time. He has you cup his balls and stroke his shaft.

“Feel how hard you make me. God I want to fuck you. I’ve not touched myself since Saturday. I’m so horny for you.”

He rinses you both. And wraps you in a towel, then dries himself off. You just stand there, watching him, mesmerized.

He hangs up the towel, then dries you off in yours.

“Did you let him fuck you?” he suddenly asks.

The question is a bit jarring.

“Yes,” you say honestly.

“Oh,” his voice sounds so disappointed and sad. He looks down and away.

You immediately feel sad that you did it. The look on his face makes you almost cry.

“I didn't- It wasn’t-” you breathe out short, looking down, not really sure what to say or even how to feel. “I’m sorry Austin.”

He puts his finger to your mouth.

“Shhhh, darling. It’s ok. We hadn’t talked about it,” he cups your cheek in his hand. His head tilts a little to the side, eyes boring into yours in query. “Do you want to continue to be my Princess?”

“Yes Austin, please!” you are almost shocked at how earnestly you are begging him.

“Oh sweetheart, It makes me so happy to hear that,” he kisses you. “But, I’ll have to punish that little pussy, hunny. Ok?”

“Um.. Ok?” you are a little unsure, but he already said he didn’t do BDSM stuff, so you are trusting him.

His lip curls into a devlish smile. He grips you by the shoulders and jerks you around.

“Safe word still Sushi, darling?” he asks your reflection in the huge bathroom mirror.

You nod. He leans down, eyes on yours

“Say it,”he whispers hot in your ear.

“Sushi,” you breathe out, suddenly so turned on. He kisses your cheek and goosebumps spring up on your arms. One of his hands is on your upper back and other on your hip bone.

“That’s a good girl.” In one motion, he pushes your torso forward and pulls your hip back towards him. Manhandling you to be bent over, your arms splayed out on the counter.

His right hand runs over your ass and between your legs. He does some trial pats on your pussy, but is not quite able to fully get to you the way he wants.

"Hmmm, that just won't do. You need to be a good girl and spread those legs wide for me and keep them there, so I can spank that pussy like it needs to be spanked. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His tone is serious and calm.

You shake your head yes, neck craning just a bit to see him in the mirror. You step your feet apart.

"Tell me, Angel." His hand lightly pats your exposed pussy. You moan.

"Yes, Austin,” <pat> “I will keep my legs,” <Pat> “spread for you.” <PAT> “I will be good.” <slap>

It feels so delicious, your moan comes out a higher pitch whine.

“Wider,” he says, experimentally slapping your backside with a few light glancing blows that do nothing more than jostle your ass.

“Yes Austin,” you say as you comply.

“That’s a good girl,” he grabs your cheeks in each hand, spreading them apart in his grip. It feels amazing to your pussy.

“Stick that ass back, I want to see that pretty pussy,” he instructs.

You push back. Arching your back in a modified down dog, you are no longer able to see his reflection.

<Slap>

“Oh fuck yeah!” he moans, almost to himself.

<Slap>

“God, that’s so pretty,” his fingertips dip into you and play wetly against your folds, up and down. Your hips start to pulse back towards him.

“Oh now darling, you better hold still, his finger casually slides inside your tight pussy, lightly fucking you. “You still need to be punished” his other hand kneads your butt, then slaps in that upward fashion that makes your cheeks jiggle. “Can you hold still?”

“Yes Austin,” you say breathlessly, trying to freeze.

He administers several light to medium slaps to your pussy. Each new slap is wetter than the one before.

“What is fifty-two divided by four,” he asks while rubbing your pussy light and fast.

“Ooooohhh God! 13 or 14!” you moan out.

“Which is it?” his middle finger starts slipping into you as he rubs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking 13!”

“That’s a smart girl.” he stops his rubbing, making you whine in protest, “that’s how many hard ones I’m going to give this pussy.” <SMACK!>

You jerk, mostly in surprise, but it stings so good.

“Count backwards, Princess”

“Thirteen,” you say.

<SMACK!>

“Twelve,” a little breathy.

<SMACK!>

“Eleven.”

<SMACK!>

“Twelve,” you realize too late you went the wrong way.

“Oh, no, sweet Princess, now we have to start over” He rubs your pussy like he is erasing those slaps. “Again.”

<SMACK!>

“Thirteen!”

“Who does this pussy belong to?”<SMACK!>

“Twelve, you!”

“Who?” <SMACK!>

“Eleven, you Austin!”

“Austin who?” <SMACK!>

“Ten, Austin Fucking Bulter!” your teeth are clenched.

“Say it right, hunny” <SMACK!>

“Nine!” you pant for a second,”This pussy-”

<SMACK!>

“Eight, belongs to”

<SMACK!>

“Seven, Austin Butler!”

“What a good girl you are for me. “ <SMACK!>

“Six! I’m YOUR good girl, Austin,” it is feeling so fucking good, it’s hard to keep still.

“Yes you are-”<SMACK!>

“Five, all yours Austin, forever,” you are just responding to him without thinking.

<SMACK!>

“Four!”

“No more fucking him, you understand?” <SMACK!>

“Three, yes Sir,” the honorific just falling from your lips.

“He doesn’t take care of this beautiful tight little pussy.” <SMACK!>

“Two,” your voice comes out as a whine, it feels so good.

“He doesn't do my beautiful Princess right, so he doesn't get to have it anymore. This is my pussy, mine.” <SMACK!>

“ONE!” you shout! You don’t want him to stop.

It dawns on you, somewhere in the back of your mind, that it’s the first he’s used that lovely possessive pronoun since you admitted to having sex with your partner. You breathe a little sigh of relief as your hips buck as he rubs the length of his open hands along your lips. His fore and ring finger pressing hard on the outside of your lips making them pooch out. Your pronounced lips rub wetly against his middle finger, the tip of which lightly grazes your clit.

“You can jerk him off,” his torso pressing against your side as he leans down. “ you can suck… no wait… I’m going to claim that mouth as mine too,” his tone suddenly gravely with need. He takes a deep, controlling breath, ”but that will have to wait.” His fingers lightly pinch your nipples. His low voice in your ear and his words have you wild, he can have any part of you he wants.

“What is 29 times 3?” he whispers, taking his hand completely off you.

“More than 75, fuck please Austin, don’t stop.” your hips are shaking unabashedly, desperate for more.

“Oh now we are getting somewhere,” you can hear the maniacal grin in his voice.

He rubs both hands on either side of your pussy pushing your lips out and massaging deep. He holds your puffy lips between his fingers and thumb exposing your inner labia. He gives you a series of several fast, lighter smacks.

As you dip your head low between your arms, your wordless moans sound loud to your ears. You can see strings of moisture pulling away from your pussy to his hand with each slap. Fuck you are so wet.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Austin oh GOD yes!” you chant, getting louder.

He palms your pussy in his strong grip and vibrates. You are bent over, back arched, ass in the air, tits hanging down, fingertips digging into the countertop with Austin’s fucking gorgeous hand between your legs and your juices dripping from between his fingers.

“Harder, oh god, please!” you beg.

You hear Austin moan in the back of his throat as he pulls away and slaps you harder once, twice, three times in quick succession. He lowers himself to get a better grip on your vulva and shakes you hard. Oh holy fuck if feels amazing. You are shocked at how close to orgasm you are.

“Please don’t stop, oh god please don’t!” your words come out between panting breaths.

“Oh my darling Princess, I didn’t know you were such a sweet little slut for pussy slaps,” he slaps you again and again.

“Oh god Austin, it’s so good.”

He continues to shake your sopping pussy, interspersing hard slaps when he needs to reposition his grip.

Suddenly and without warning, your orgasm overtakes you in a new way. Your body can't help but bolt upright to standing. Austin adjusts quickly, wrapping an arm around your torso locking you to him and reaching around to your front gripping and continuing to grab and shake. His palm roots around on your clit.

“That’s it Princess, make my little pussy cum. Drench my hand with those sweet juices. Fuck yeah! You are so damn hot when you lose control. I fucking love it. I’m going to fuck you so hard after this you won’t be able to see straight,” his words are stream-of-conscious flowing out of him while he watches you in the mirror. And he just. Keeps. Going. He keep shaking your pussy.

Your whole body is reacting in spasm and jerks. Your pussy is pulsing on nothing, your legs are jell-o, your hands are gripping his arms, fingers digging in.

You are starting to lose your mind.

“Please, just a second… I need…” you are panting.

He turns you around and kisses you hard. His solid cock bouncing against you.

He pulls you in your orgasmic delirium from the bathroom into his bedroom and almost tosses you down on the bed.

“I’m not sure how slow I can go, you have me so fucking turned on right now, my Princess,” he warns, breath huffing from him as he crouches tiger-like at your feet.

God, how is he so fucking amazing?

“Austin,” you open your legs to him, giving him the most salacious look you can muster, “just fucking get over here.”

His smile is feral as he pounces quick as lightning between your legs, latching his mouth to yours in a desperate kiss. You reach for his cock, helping to guide him as he pushes in faster than last time, but not as hard as you know he really wants to. You are so wet he glides, still stretching you, but gloriously so.

He is propped up on straight arms, his back arching in that first quench of his cock in your pussy. His face is a cacophony of pleasure above you; his eyes are rolled back, mouth open with his breath coursing over that gorgeous bottom lip.

“Oh christ, Princess!” he moans when he is balls deep in you, “my cock was made for this juicy pussy!”

“Oh my god Austin!” you love this, having a cock deep in you after an orgasm, “please Aus- Austin, please fuck me.” Your hands clutch at his ass, feeling his muscles tight under your grip.

He lowers to his elbows, head bowed to yours.

“Your wish, baby,” he pulls nearly out, hips rising, ”is my command.” He thrusts in almost too hard… almost. Without any more pre-amble than that, he starts driving himself in and out of you,

Your back arches in pleasure, scrambling at his back and holding him to you.

“Fuck me Austin, fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckme,” it comes out in a string without pause, a pleasure mantra just for him as he thrusts over and over again.

He rises and catches your hands, and holds them down by your head, watching your face.

“You cum first baby, you cum first,” he says, his jaw set in determination. Your whole pelvic floor feels like it’s buzzing. The slap of his hips against yours and the squishy wet sucking sounds are fucking music to your ears.

“Oh god, you fuck your pussy so good so good so good!” The heat is rising in you, your chest turning red. He goes harder and faster, fucking you in earnest. God this man has some stamina, not only sexually, but physically as well, he’s barely winded.

You freeze just before the heat overflows up your neck and into your face. Even your scalp is tingling, your neck muscles standing out as your pussy clenches down hard on him and your hips jerk upwards to meet his pounding cock. Your mouth opens in a silent ‘O”, until it’s not so silent. A scream rips through your body as a wave rushes up your spine.

“That’s- my- fucking - girl!” each growl of a word, staccato and punctuated with his cock. Then he totally lets loose. You thought he was fucking you hard before… he wasn’t. Now he is pummeling you into the bed, you can do nothing but moan in mindless pleasure as he drives himself to climax inside you, grunting throatily into your ear in ‘Mmmm’s and Unnghhs and ‘yeses’. Finally he pushes deep into your throbbing cunt, his ass shaking as he cums in you. You wrap your legs around his tight waist holding him to you as he shivers in bliss.

“Fuck, Princess, nobody has ever made me feel like you do, “ his forehead sweaty against your own. You are inhaling one another’s panting breaths.

“Same baby, No one, ever,” you manage to get out.

You lay there, him still inside you, cradling him on your body for several minutes, just basking in him.

“I know that was supposed to be punishment, but holy fuck that was amazing,” you tell him.

“Oh sweetheart,” he disentangles himself and lays next to you, “I could never actually punish you. I don’t want to make anything REALLY hurt. Once I saw how wet it was making you… I just had to keep going. Fuck it was hot. I’ll have to do that again, if you want me to.”

“Oh, yes, yes I do! I also liked you manhandling me like that,” you giggle just a bit, giddy that he wants more of you.

He props himself up on an elbow to look down at you with a serious look on his face.

“But I need you to know, I wasn’t playing. I am the only man who gets to fuck this pussy as long as you are MY Princess.”

“I wasn't playing either, I meant it when I said 'this pussy belongs to Austin Butler’. Besides, you are the only man that has ever been able to make me cum like that, Austin,” you return his serious look.

The smile that breaks out across his face and the huge relieved sigh he lets out is all the reply you need. He moves up on the bed, sitting up slightly on the pillows. He puts out his arms and gathers you to him. You snuggle down into his chest, his strong arms wrapped around you. It’s heaven.

“Austin,” you say his name casually, although what you have to ask might be delicate.

“Yes, my Angel?” he replies in a relaxed tone.

“How many women have you had in this bed?” You are mostly just curious, also kind of wanting to ask how often he does something like this.

“This bed?” his finger pokes the comforter under you both, “None.”

You sit up, looking at him, brows furrowed, “None!?” your tone incredulous.

He pops one eye open, “Oh, excuse me. One, now, “ he closes his eye again, but smiles coyly.

“Wait, what do you mean Austin, do you not usually bring your women here?”

He opens his eyes, looking at you as though you are joking.

“I don’t have ‘women’, Princess,” his head barley shaking side to side.

“Hold up, have you seen you? Gorgeous, talented, famous. Women fall over themselves to get to you. How is it possible that I’m the only woman you’ve taken to your bed?”

“It’s not for lack of them trying. And I’m not saying I’ve not played around from time to time, I’ve lived life, y’know. But this, here, this is my inner sanctum, Angel. I don't let just anybody in my house, let alone in my bed, only my special girl. Only my Princess.” brushes a stray hair from your face, “and you have to remember, I’m a shy, introverted boy.”

Your heart swells. The words ‘I love you, Austin’ are threatening to fall from your lips. But you won’t say it first. There is too much at stake here, so you bite your tongue. You pull yourself up to straddle his legs. On your knees, your head is bowed to his chest. You are afraid you’ll spill it all if you look right at him. His hands go to your face, you can tell they are shaking a little. He tilts your head to look directly at him.

“Princess, isn’t it obvious? You have to know that I’m falling for you,” his voice is quiet, lips slightly shaking. His azure eyes are searching yours for any sort of reciprocation. You can see he put himself out on the line saying that so soon.

“Oh Austin,” your hand gently cups his cheek, gazing at him with infinite adoration, ”I’m so yours.”

Your every sense is filled with Austin. His blue eyes fill your own; the scent of his skin and your love making fills your nostrils; every inch of your skin in contact with his is alight; his sonorous voice and your rapid heartbeat echoing in your ears; your mouth is suddenly on his, tasting the words off his tongue.

As you lean into the kiss, his arms go around you, hands grasping, seemingly wanting to pull you under his very skin with desire. They roam your shoulders and massage down your back around your hips and to your front.

He lets go of your mouth and leaves a trail of kisses down your neck to your chest. He takes a nipple in his mouth, aided by his left hand, and sucks gently. Breath flows in silently through your open mouth as your chest swells towards him. You feel your pussy drip with new moisture. Your fingers weave through his messy hair, his fucking amazing hair. His fingers trace down your belly and to your now drenched pussy, rubbing against your cum-soaked lips, delving gently between them, then pausing.

“Can I?” he says around your nipple, looking up at you.

“You’d better,” you say with a lift of your eyebrow.

“Yes Ma’am,” he smiles.

He slips his skillful fingers inside you and returns his mouth to its work of licking and sucking. Tingly strands of sensation course their way from your nipples to your core. His long fingers press in, catching the filaments of pleasure and seemingly tethering them inside you. Then they curl knowingly, just so, to the spongy tissue just behind your pubic bone. His wet thumb nestles just above the hood of your clit, drawing slow figure-eights.

Your hips begin rolling against his hand before you even register they are moving. High-pitched, breathy Oh’s shake from between your lips, dissipating almost before they leave your mouth. You begin to be lost in his touch.

His eyes are closed, taking his business seriously. Your wet pussy sounds are just barely audible. You feel his cock hardening under you, your thighs teasing his shaft as you move.

You gasp and clench down, pleasure spiking as he sucks just a little harder and his thumb darts across your clit. Your hands tighten, pulling his hair.

How one hand and one mouth could make you feel so much you can’t even begin to fathom. Of course the fact that it’s Austin’s hand, well, enough said.

The constant, perfect movement of his hand is winding you up so tight. The light nibble of his teeth against your sensitive nipple notching up each new degree of heat reached. Hot coils compress behind your clit, fanned by the quickened puffing of your breath. Austin’s fingers pull you tighter, tighter, and tighter still, showing no intention of stopping.

“God you are so fucking beautiful like this,” his dark eyes are shining up at you, mirrors of your desire.

He takes his cue from the quickening of your pace to grind just a little deeper with his thumb, push just a little harder and faster with his finger until your body stiffens on the brink. Moments after your pelvis starts twitching over the point of no return. His hand is gone, he tilts his hips, pushing you slightly up and sinks his cock into you as you roar out your orgasm.

Now you are riding him, a bucking bronco. Hands on your hips, thumb still on your clit, he is slamming in and out of you through your orgasm. The difference in sensation between his slow deliberate fingers and thumb, and his pounding cock sends you through the roof, boggling

your mind. Your orgasm just keeps on going as he fucks you.

Your body, not one whit under your control, convulses right off of his cock and forward. Almost beaning him in the head.

“Oh, no my Princess, you aren’t getting away that easily,” his hand is immediately rubbing your vulva, keeping you stimulated, the other is behind your neck, pulling your mouth to his. Your hips slowly push back, trying to avoid his hand, your knees bending. His cock brushes your lips, he thrusts in again and your body straightens again like he was burning hot. Austin’s hand is still playing with your clit.

“Oh, god Austin, I can’t! ” you hear yourself pleading, shaking your head. Of course, you don't want him to stop.

"Look at me now,” his voice is commanding so that you can’t help but open your eyes to him. “My darling Princess,” he shifts to sweet and gentle, “I am right here, baby.” He is slowly pushing your hips back to meet his cock. “You can do this,” he is nodding and you mimic him, biting your lower lip. “Just look at me, my Angel," his tip sinks between your folds.

Your whole body shudders in ecstasy as he sinks you on top of him, your groan is swallowed by his mouth on yours. Then he moves in you again, his grip on your hips forcing you to take him deep again and again. Your hands are holding onto the headboard for dear life. Your head is shaking and you chant “no no no no no no!” Then your nod is almost a vibration up and down, “yes yes yes yes FUUUUUCKKK!” You peak up again, flooding him, dripping around his cock and down his balls. You don’t see it, but his eyes go wide and he struggles to maintain control over his orgasm as your pussy clenches around his cock. His hips freeze, cock in you still. You break into a din of maniacal giggles just before he dives in lightly for your clit again, refusing to give you a moment of reprieve.

“No nononono stop, I mean it!” you yell out.

"Do you still remember what the safe word is?" Austin’s voice is quiet and calm.

“Yes, yes, yes I do,” your words gasping, moaning, whining.

"Mhmm, ok, then Angel." His fingers draw sex runes on your clit as he thrusts into you.

You lunge to the side, off of him and pull your knees up. Your body tries to protect itself from his insistent, delicious fuckery, while at the same time your mind is begging him to go harder, deeper, more. He is on you like a flash, his cock deep in you from behind, screwing you half blind. You want to say the word and hell no you won’t.

"Ss- sss- ss-,” you shove your fist into your mouth, shaking your head, ”no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" you say around your own knuckles, spit dripping down your wrist.

"What was that, darling?” his hands are on your ankles, prying them apart and pushing his hips between them so you can’t close them.

“That doesn’t sound like your word, hunny,” his face looking down on you is an open book; kind, attentive, concerned about your deepest well being; while his fingers dance like the devil around your clit.

It drives you absolutely wild, and he fucking knows it. You just grit your teeth, your head rolling violently side to side.The pleasure is just too much, you have to say it, you know he won’t stop until you do. Your back arches, tilting your head up, the war raging inside you.

“SU- SU- SU-” you feel him slow slightly, anticipating, leaning down to kiss you. ”FUCK NO!” your hands as white as the sheets they are fisting into.

“Oh Princess, that’s not it either,” he takes a big breath, planting a light kiss on your forehead. “Here we go,” his deep voice rumbling from his chest to yours. His hands go to your shoulders. Gripping tight. You can’t tell what he’s about to do, until he’s pounding your pussy like a fucking freight train.

“C’mon baby, you can do it,” his voice is low in your ear. “You’ve been so good, taking it for me in that dripping pussy. But I can go all fucking night.” You realize that yes, yes he can. You can’t outlast him, he’ll fuck you through the night and into the next day.

You are thrashing under him, nails digging into his back. His cock is filling you so fucking full over and over. You are screaming wordless screams into his shoulder.

Finally you cave, “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck SUSHI!! SUSHI!! AUSTIN FUCKING SUSHI!!”

His hips slam once, twice more. His lips crush to yours, breath rushing into his nose, then he is moaning into your mouth. His hips shudder as he empties himself deep into you. You had no idea he was that close. God, this man.

“Oh sweet Angel, that’s my good girl,” he cradles your shaking head between his hands.

You are a sopping mess, tears are coursing unbidden down your cheeks as you shake and shiver in overwhelm. He rolls to the side, sitting up and gathers you up, safe in his arms.

“That was amazing darling, you are amazing.” he lightly kisses both your eyelids.

“I am so proud of you, my Princess!” You took so much more that I thought you could.”

He rocks you and pets you and calls you pretty. Once he knows you aren’t going to hyperventilate he reaches for a water bottle that sits on his bedside table. He pulls you to sitting and helps you take a drink. A drop escapes and trails over your chin and down your front. He catches it on his finger as you blow out a huge breath, rubbing your eyes.

“Thank you, Austin. That was… fuckin’… wow,” you smile lopsidedly up at him.

“You are most welcome, my special Princess,” he kisses your nose.

You both exhale in perfect contentment and doze off, curled in each other's arms.

After a bit of a catnap, you both come to. He insists that he rinse you off in the shower.

“I made you dirty, sweetheart. Plus it’s nicer to sleep clean.”

You brush your teeth and gather your hair up loosely on top of your head in two ponytails with additional ties near the ends. He is already in bed when you walk in from the bathroom, covers back and is waiting for you.

“Get over here my Sleepy Bunny with your two floppy ears, I want goodnight kisses.”

You crawl between the sheets and into his open arms. He plants kisses on your cheeks, your forehead and your nose before pressing his lips to yours with a little growl.

“Goodnight my Sexy Bunny Princess Angel,” you can tell he is ready to conk out, exhausted.

“Goodnight my Amazing Sexy Austin,” you smile, you realize you are actually exhausted too.

Snuggled together all clean and happy, if a bit overwhelmed, you both drift off, smiling like idiots.

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sushioverload · 2 years ago

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Live spot prawn and Santa Barbara uni on rice

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THE 10 BEST RESTAURANTS IN THE U.S.A

Embark on best restaurants of USA, where culinary excellence meets diverse flavors and innovative concepts. From bustling metropolises to charming small towns, the USA boasts a culinary landscape that mirrors its cultural diversity and ingenuity. Join us as we explore the best restaurants that define the American dining experience, where skilled chefs craft delectable dishes that showcase regional influences, local ingredients, and a commitment to culinary artistry. Whether you’re seeking Michelin-starred fine dining or hidden gems serving up comfort food classics, the United States offers a dining adventure that caters to every palate and culinary preference. Get ready to savor the distinct flavors of American cuisine through Trip planner app- Geniefie and uncover the stories behind the kitchens that have made their mark on the nation’s vibrant food scene.

Yolan

Renowned chef Tony Mantuano, celebrated for elevating Italian fine dining at Spiaggia in Chicago, has once again set a remarkable standard at Yolan, situated within the Joseph, a Luxury Collection Hotel in Nashville. Collaborating with his wife, Cathy, a seasoned wine and hospitality expert, they’ve crafted a culinary haven that embraces sophistication without losing its sense of fun. Uniquely delightful features include an Aperol Spritz cart offering playful variations of the classic aperitivo. The tasting menu, inspired by diverse Italian regions, features Roman classics such as bucatini all’amatriciana and cacio e pepe, along with the iconic cotoletta alla Milanese. Don’t miss the chance to explore the glass-enclosed cheese cave, showcasing impressive 80-pound wheels of Parmigiano Reggiano and other Italian cheeses.

Merois Nestled on the rooftop of the Pendry West Hollywood, this opulent establishment showcases Wolfgang Puck’s enduring culinary prowess. Adorned with draped fabric, elegant chandeliers, and expansive floor-to-ceiling glass walls offering panoramic views of Los Angeles, the restaurant’s stunning interiors provide a fitting backdrop for the refined and thoughtful dishes. Puck’s culinary journey draws inspiration from a multitude of countries, including Japan, China, Thailand, Singapore, and Mongolia. The diverse menu spans from exquisite sashimi to the flavour-packed **Red Thai Curry with Shrimp**, sea bream, and lemongrass-coconut broth, ensuring a gastronomic experience that transcends boundaries. Camphor Chefs Max Boonthanakit and Lijo George crossed paths in Bangkok while working at Blue by Alain Ducasse. Their Michelin-starred restaurant in Los Angeles’ vibrant Arts District reflects Ducasse’s influence, blending French techniques with South Asian flavours. The menu eschews seasonality, embracing luxuriously timeless preparations. Dishes such as lentils and lamb showcase hints of cumin and cardamom, while seared beef tenderloin bathes in a Cognac cream sauce infused with peppercorn. The sleek, modern backdrop of the stark white dining room, accented by navy banquettes, complements the chefs’ contemporary creations. Providence Led by the award-winning chef Michael Cimarusti, this two-Michelin-starred fine-dining establishment stands out as perhaps the premier seafood destination in Los Angeles. Cimarusti meticulously sources sustainable seafood from American waters, transforming these premium ingredients into both artful and delectable dishes. While the menu undergoes frequent changes, you might encounter delicacies such as gently cooked Pacific oysters adorned with Champagne butter and caviar or salt-roasted Santa Barbara spot prawns. Although the tasting menus are priced at $295 per person, Providence distinguishes itself by offering a less formal and more relaxed ambiance compared to typical fine-dining establishments. AldamaNestled in the vicinity of the Williamsburg Bridge in Brooklyn, this trendy restaurant offers a style of ambitious Mexican cuisine more commonly associated with Mexico City than with New York. The ambiance successfully combines modernity with a touch of rustic charm and sultriness. Wooden tables, chairs featuring basket-like woven seats, mezcal served in clay copitas, and Latin American music collectively create a distinctive atmosphere. Among the must-try dishes are the vegan mole negro, daikon tostadas, and taco de trompo, featuring pork belly, flank steak, adobo, and pineapple-serrano gel on an heirloom corn tortilla. Atelier CrennFor numerous individuals, dining at Atelier Crenn is considered a once-in-a-lifetime experience, making it worth the journey to San Francisco. Renowned chef and proprietor Dominique Crenn made history by becoming the first two- and then three-Michelin-starred female chef in the U.S. Now, Crenn utilizes her influential position to advocate for sustainability. Atelier Crenn holds the distinction of being the first restaurant in the U.S. to achieve certification as plastic-free. Additionally, the establishment recently made the decision to eliminate meat entirely, citing its detrimental impact on the environment. As a result, the restaurant now exclusively offers pescatarian tasting menus.

Le BernardinEnumerating the numerous awards and accolades bestowed upon this iconic New York City restaurant since its inception in 1986 would be an impossible task. Chef Eric Ripert has diligently ensured the consistently superb quality of the menu for nearly 30 years, garnering three Michelin stars as a testament. The primary focus at Le Bernardin is on seafood, although there are a few meat dishes and a vegetarian tasting menu available. Opting for delicate scallop carpaccio with basil julienne or pan-roasted dover sole with green olives, toasted almonds, and aged sherry wine emulsion is a far more enticing choice than ordering fillet mignon when dining at Le Bernardin. Zou Zou’sA relatively recent addition to New York City’s vibrant restaurant scene, this glamorous establishment situated inside the Pendry Manhattan West provides a compelling reason to venture to Hudson Yards. Quality Branded, the esteemed hospitality group responsible for Don Angie and Quality Meats, has successfully curated an exceptional Eastern Mediterranean restaurant. Noteworthy dishes include a platter of dips featuring hummus with black garlic, ember-roasted eggplant, whipped ricotta with saffron apricots, green tahini with aquafaba and cilantro, and kabocha squash with brown butter and toasted almonds. Additionally, the duck borek and Yemeni au poivre kebab have become popular choices among patronsMoon RabbitIn this Michelin-starred restaurant located within the InterContinental Washington D.C. – The Wharf, Chef Kevin Tien showcases his culinary prowess with Vietnamese cuisine. Recognized as one of our Best New Chefs in 2018 during his tenure at Himitsu, his first solo venture, Chef Tien continues to draw inspiration from his first-generation, Vietnamese-American background rooted in Louisiana. Ideal for group dining, the menu encourages sharing, allowing patrons to savour a diverse range of delectable dishes. Benu At Benu, award-winning chef Corey Lee offers guests a delightful culinary experience through intricate preparations and ambitious tasting menus, garnering numerous accolades and three Michelin stars. Nestled in the heart of San Francisco, the restaurant exudes a tranquil ambiance. The menu features contemporary interpretations of classics such as xiao long bao and Korean beef barbecue. What ties these dishes together is Chef Lee’s unwavering commitment to perfection. Embarking on a journey to the USA? Prepare to tantalise your taste buds with a culinary adventure like no other. Make sure to check out these renowned restaurants to satisfy your hunger and indulge in exquisite flavours. From the iconic Le Bernardin in New York City, boasting three Michelin stars and a seafood-focused menu, to the innovative and sustainable Atelier Crenn in San Francisco, the USA offers a diverse range of dining experiences. Use Geniefie Trip Planner app to uncover these culinary gems and create a customised itinerary that caters to your gastronomic desires. Let your taste buds guide you through an unforgettable exploration of the USA’s vibrant food scene!

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FUQITUP Day

Hennessy and Charlie have a day date of their own.

When Charlie woke up this morning, her initial thought was to make someone love her. Because of the faithful and loyal sisterwife she is, her affections settled on none other than Dr. Hennessy A. Chiron. Indeed, Hennessy would be the one to recieve her good treatment but FIRST she needed to shower and take down her swollen flat twists. She needed her hair washed badly. The product build-up around her edges? Disgusting. Luckily, the shape of her fro caked the front of her hair to cover it.

Spotify played through her custom Are N Be station as she applied her mascara, highlighter, and lip gloss for the lightest of beats. Cheekbones, temples, tip of the nose, inner eyes. Thank God for a good skincare routine. Due to black soap and Jergens lotion, Charlie hadn't used foundation in months.

After shopping her wardrobe and deciding on a casual fit for the day, something slight, the next stop was Hennessy's royally gaudy abode.

"Mernin Hennums," Charlie yelled across the large room flipping on the lights and snatching open the curtains. Tiny Hennessy was folded into the middle of her ginormous bed, smoll and sleepy, her satin wrapped head buried beneath the queenly covers. She obviously was not trying to get up. Too bad, Charlie thought hopping onto the bed to pull back the comforter. She pinched Hennessy's cheek causing her to groan and turn in annoyance. "Aww, is the baby doc sweepy? Sleep later, it's Charlie time."

"Cinq minutes de plus, Charlie," Hennessy groaned turning over again to escape Charlie's fingers on her face. It was only a matter of time before the light bright baby went off, but Charlie was determined.

"See menudo de plus..," Charlie tried to repeat, failing. "You know I don't speak french. Get up, spend time with me." The room was bright and flooded with natural light and Charlie went to Hennessy's closet to pull something casual, laying it out over the foot of the bed with her shoes on the floor. "Get up, kid. The day is young, but it ages like white people. We must seize it before it's old enough to vote Republican. Do you want another Trump disaster? ..Neither do I, that's why we must rise Yung Hennums. Rise! Though the day is-"

"What the hell are you talkin about? Scratch that, don't tell me," Hennessy mumbled sitting up to rub at her eyes.

Watching her climb to the edge of that giant bed and then climb down to cross her massive room to hike to her bathroom while still half asleep was lowkey hilarious. "It's just you and me today, kid. Don't ask me what we're doing, just know we're gonna have a great day." Truthfully, Charlie had just jumped up without a plan. She had no clue what she'd do, but she'd play it as they went.

Phase 1: The Salon

"Kimora could do this," Hennessy sighed, relaxed after her massage with her iced tea in hand as the wig cap covering her cornrows was sprayed with glue. Charlie snapped the picture with her phone silently saving the photo as Hennessy contact icon. Hennessy sat oblivious in the black swivel chair directly next to Charlie who was having the same process done on her head.

"True, but that girl is so busy with her choreography lately I don't know where she'd find the energy." Charlie sipped from her own iced tea as the wigs were crisply applied. Pink with a side part for Hennessy and purple with a middle part for Charlie. Charlie stood next to Hennessy in front of a painting of Michelle Obama hung on the wall to take another picture, texting it to Erik this time.

His response was to video call instantly and Charlie answered, focusing the camera on their faces. Hair cascaded over their shoulders and down their backs. "Oh damn my wives fine," Erik rasped with a lick of his lips. He was behind the wheel driving. Kimora could be heard rapping loudly over the radio and then she grabbed the phone beaming. "Ooh look at y'all! Y'all look so grown and sexy!"

"Thank youu," Hennessy grinned fluttering her eyelashes.

"We're aware," Charlie teased, her free hand flexed under her chin.

"When are you and Erik getting back from Atlanta," Hennessy asked carrying Charlie's phone to the nail station in the salon. Next were the manipedis to match (Hennessy/Charlie). When Henny hung up with Kimora, Charlie stepped aside briefly to make a call before returning to swipe her card and then it was off to the next destination.

Phase 2: The Restaurant

Charlie drove in her magenta Holden Torana TT36, Hennessy controlling the music from the stark white passenger seat. This time Charlie had a plan having google searched a few things and called ahead to ensure it was all do-able. Her gold rings tapped against the wheel gleefully as she felt Hennessy's excitement level raise. There was no tricking Henny, she knew exactly where they were headed. One of her favorite spots. When the valet took the car, Charlie nearly skipped to proudly lead the way to the door of the posh French restaurant. One of the priciest places in LA, but to the frugal Charlie, Hennums was worth it ten times over.

"They don't open until 5," Hennessy commented.

"For the public," Charlie smiled holding the door open with a curtsey for the doc to waltz through, as tall as her short stature could manage. "Today for the next hour, the place is all ours," Charlie grinned smugly. She just knew she was smooth. The extra switch in Hennessy's waist proved it.

"Don't tell me that, you might not have any money left," Hennessy giggled.

"Oh, that's fine. If that's the case you can pay me with your body," Charlie chuckled flipping through her menu ignoring Hennessy's expression. Hennessy already knew the deal.

"What would you like to order," the waiter asked with a smile. Hennessy was the first to respond.

"Santa Barbara Spot Prawn with carrot, ginger, and celery. The five cheese selection. The pistachio tart.. Hmm, and the Jidori chicken," Hennessy stated closing her menu.

"And I'll have one of everything else," Charlie smiled handing back the menu. Oh yes, cheap Charlie had taken a backseat. Thanks to Charlie's frugality, she was able to splurge in this manner. Be impressed so I can fake some modesty, she willed of her sisterwife and it seemed to work. Hennessy could buy her own things but there was something about being doted on that hit differently. Charlie felt the love radiating already and it made her swoon with joy.

Phase 3: The Aquarium

Charlie escorted Hennessy to a magical place, a place full of glowing lights, families, couples, children, exhibits, and aquatic lifeforms. They caught a dolphin show and Hennessy vowed to return with the babies. Next was a thick glass tunnel where they walked through and large rays along with many fish swam over their head and all around them. There was so much in the aquarium to see and do.

"I saw another fish, Henny, come look!" Charlie waved.

"What fish," Hennessy asked as she followed her into a small room. The door closed and Charlie leaned against it with a mischievous smirk.

"Y'all gonna learn to stop falling for that." Charlie said pressing Hennessy up against the wall. She held the sides of her face and planted a peck on her lips before engaging her in a long kiss. "That's it," she grinned, "Let's go."

"Uh uh, get back in here," Hennessy fussed but Charlie was gone onto the next exhibit. She shuffled, scooting to catch up.

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rfung8 · 2 years ago

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Tokyo Bites 💯 . Chef David Schlosser’s Shibumi is an unconventional choice serving set menus that are more izakaya and kaiseiki than seafood-centric omakase most Japanophiles may be familiar . I myself was intrigued by the menu’s addition of ‘Chinmi’ translated as rare tastes or small intensely flavored delicacies often paired with sake . One of my favorite chinmi is Bonito shuto from Hakone but I was excited to see what would be featured here . The set menu or Emperor’s Set started with four chimni served with a small glass of sake: ikura, uni shrimp, miso ginseng, and persimmon . The chinmi add-on had four more as well as another pouring of sake : aged scallop, seasoned mushroom, fermented tofu, and finally bottarga or karasumi (salted roe) . Appetite stimulated and taste buds awakened, the next five courses continued the feast and included Hokkaido snow crab, seared saba, sashimi Bonito, tempura, and Wagyu . Each portion size is modest but by the time the rich and unique desserts arrive, I was completely satiated . For many, the style, nature and especially the price point will make this meal a secondary choice but for the right clientele it’s absolutely sublime and I for one appreciated and savored Chef Schlosser’s vision and execution . 📷 Chinmi $40 - rare delicacies, 4 types: aged scallop, seasoned mushroom, fermented tofu, and bottarga or karasumi (salted roe) / Emperor’s Meal $225 per person ~ hassun: fresh ginseng miso, 1 year aged smoked persimmon “hoshigaki,” cured salmon eggs “sujiko” first of the season, Santa Barbara spot prawn served with uni, served with sake / pike mackerel bo-zushi, wrapped in boterra konbu / silky egg with “dancing” maitake mushrooms / tempura - shrimp cake “satsuma age” / sashimi - Japanese bonito “modori katsuo” and 4 year aged “shoyu koji” / grilled sanuki olive wagyu fresh wasabi / green fig, white bean manju rolled with kinako - roasted soybean powder / koji ice cream / roasted green tea . 📍Shibumi (Los Angeles, CA) . #eaterla #losangeleseats #japanesefood #michelin #topcitybites #sffoodie #foodie #nomnom #feed feed #eeeeeats #foodpics #foodgasm #dailyfoodfeed #foodphotography #eatnorthamerica #foodsharinggroup (at Shibumi) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckr2mGTj65T/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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foodmento · 4 years ago

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This is Live Ama Ebi (Spot Prawns) sushi served with the heads deep fried and eaten whole! It's so good and one of the menu highlights from a fantastic meal at @osen_izakaya in Silver Lake. Also must try are the Hokkaido Uni (swipe) and Sea Bass Kushiyaki (swipe)👌🏼👌🏼 🏆 On the 'Must Try Sushi in LA' guide (just launched in the guide tab!). Let me know what you think and where your faves are 🙌🏼 --- 🇯🇵 Live Ama Ebi Sushi; ⏩: Uni (Hokkaido & Santa Barbara) ⏩: Sea Bass Kushiyaki ⏩: Omakase Bowl, Seaweed Wrap 📍Osen Izakaya, Silver Lake #foodmento 💛 (at Izakaya.osen) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQpWl8ZLtSn/?utm_medium=tumblr

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eatrz · 5 years ago

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H C Seafood - Oxnard, California

Introducing eatrz.com. Discover H C Seafood - Oxnard, California.

Santa Barbara Spot Prawns imagine fresh textured lobster with roe, if I lived 600 feet under the sea, I could be with them all the time 5 Pound Spider Crab picture yourself with a mallet and a smile, pairing a hand picked Spider Crab with Santa Barbara Spot Prawns, some butter, lemon, and a beer Pick a crab… any crab dungeness $20 per pound, Spider or Rock Crab $6 per pound (market rate varies)

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chefgillesepie · 6 years ago

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Santa Barbara Spot Prawns 🦐 #fresh #live #quality #newmenu @chefludo @montagebh @montagehotels #simplecooking @chef_mon #dreamteam (at Montage Beverly Hills) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzY7AJ8AMhi/?igshid=p7nxqpbz614n

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butaneplate02-blog · 6 years ago

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Kaiseki at Hayato – Los Angeles

Just as the sun began to set over The Row, Cecelia and I tucked into Hayato for a one-of-a-kind kaiseki dinner orchestrated by Chef Brandon Go. We had secured reservations as soon as the restaurant expanded their offerings beyond lunchtime bento boxes and were excited to experience “true Japanese cooking” (washoku) in downtown Los Angeles.

Lasting nearly three hours and costing $200 per person (plus a 16% service charge), dinner at Hayato is hardly a casual affair. It is the kind of meal that ought to be planned in advanced, eagerly anticipated, and completely relished in the moment.

“Hayato is the culmination of a 20-year journey I have taken as an American-born chef learning about Japanese cuisine,” says Chef Go, who was born in Southern California and raised in his father’s sushi restaurant in Seal Beach.

We were joined at the counter by two other guests this evening. The four of us were greeted with sake and treated to a dozen courses, each highlighting a traditional Japanese “cooking” technique—sashimi, grilling, steaming, frying, and simmering. The results were seemingly simple, austere even, deriving their complexity from the impeccable ingredients.

The parade of tastes was mostly prepared in the open kitchen and served directly by the chef, which made dinner quite the intimate experience. Chef Go has an easygoing way about him, so the meal was as casual and conversational as we desired.

The first course featured grilled Santa Barbara spot prawns, okra, and seaweed served with a congealed dashi vinegar sauce. The bright, acidic flavors woke up our palates for the feast to come.

The Spot Prawns were followed by their brains, deep fried to an appealing crisp.

The next bite featured a fritter of fresh corn kernels and scallops in a tempura batter. A sprinkle of coarse salt brought out the fritter’s intrinsic sweetness.

The Spanish mackerel sushi was served on rice speckled with Japanese chives and topped with grated ginger. I could’ve easily polished off an entire roll or two or three—so it goes for a sushi fiend.

Next to follow was the seabream (tai) sashimi served with fresh wasabi, salt, and soy sauce. Dipping the fish in salt was a game-changer, enhancing its supremely clean flavor.

A pristine dashi, prettied with gelatinous “flower tips,” arrived cradling a hunk of Dungeness crab with a lone baby turnip. This dish epitomized what Hayato seems to strive for—serving the very best ingredients and letting them shine without any fussy flourishes.

And then there was steamed abalone served with its delicious liver, abalone stock, and fresh wasabi. The liver “sauce” had the entire counter buzzing.

A grilled filet of blackthroat seaperch (nodoguro) was next on the scene. The binchotan‘s smoky essence enrobed the fish, crisping its skin and balancing its fatty flesh. Served alongside was a bit of salt and burdock root with soy.

Next up was fresh water eel, battered and deep fried, served in a ginger-infused dashi thickened with starch and garnished with Japanese scallions. The warm broth demanded to be slurped long after the eel was gone.

For the penultimate course, Chef Go prepared a beautiful filet of rock fish in a dashi fortified with extra konbu (kelp) along with shiitake mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and Japanese mustard greens (mizuna).

The finale was a show-stopping rice dish made with seasonal ingredients including baby barracuda and Japanese parsley stems. I was so incredibly full at this point that I had to refuse seconds, which broke my heart more than a little.

Note: While it is acceptable to pick up one’s bowl to shovel rice directly into one’s mouth in Vietnamese culture, Japanese tradition dictates that the bowl should not leave the table one can pick up the bowl and use chopsticks to pick up a portion. Chef Go is fine with either method.

Served on the side was miso soup, as well as daikon radish and cucumber pickles.

Before sending us waddling into the night, Chef Go prepared a serving of peaches marinated in rice wine (mirin) and a few cups of green tea.

I walked away from dinner at Hayato with a deeper understanding of traditional Japanese cooking. The evening’s flight of impeccably prepared seafood was truly excellent from beginning to end. While I generally gravitate toward more flavor-forward foods—noodles swimming in funky broths, drippy cheeseburgers, and chili oil-dipped dumplings—Chef Go’s understated approach resonated with me long after the meal. At Hayato, less is absolutely more.

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Hayato 1320 East 7th Street #126 Los Angeles, CA 90021 Phone: 213-395-0607

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Kaiseki at Hayato – Los Angeles

The first course featured grilled Santa Barbara spot prawns, okra, and seaweed served with a congealed dashi vinegar sauce. The bright, acidic flavors woke up our palates for the feast to come.

The Spot Prawns were followed by their brains, deep fried to an appealing crisp.

The next bite featured a fritter of fresh corn kernels and scallops in a tempura batter. A sprinkle of coarse salt brought out the fritter’s intrinsic sweetness.

Next to follow was the seabream (tai) sashimi served with fresh wasabi, salt, and soy sauce. Dipping the fish in salt was a game-changer, enhancing its supremely clean flavor.

And then there was steamed abalone served with its delicious liver, abalone stock, and fresh wasabi. The liver “sauce” had the entire counter buzzing.

Served on the side was miso soup, as well as daikon radish and cucumber pickles.

Before sending us waddling into the night, Chef Go prepared a serving of peaches marinated in rice wine (mirin) and a few cups of green tea.

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Hayato 1320 East 7th Street #126 Los Angeles, CA 90021 Phone: 213-395-0607

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Santa Barbara Style Surf n Turf

Chef Lee Abbott’s Tri-Tip and citrus Santa Barbara Spot Prawns with Rosé Wine Ancho Chili Reduction Sauce paired with Altaneve Rosé Prosecco.

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businessliveme · 5 years ago

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First, Burger King. Now Fancy Tasting Menus Are Ditching Meat

(Bloomberg) –From Burger King’s Impossible whoppers to Dunkin’ Beyond Meat sausage breakfast sandwiches, fast food may drive the conversation when it comes to a meatless future. But a quieter revolution is happening at the highest ends of the restaurant world: The number of courses that highlight beef, pork, lamb, and poultry are dwindling at places where a $200 tasting menu is a bargain.

The reasons vary from political to personal. New York’s recent foie gras ban, and a similar one upheld by the Supreme Court of California, are leading to the disappearance of the luxurious goose and duck liver—a fine dining fixture and lightning rod for animal welfare advocates—from cities with a high concentration of tasting menus. Also, chefs are eating more healthfully and thoughtfully and don’t want their customers to be crushed with heavy proteins at the end of a meal. (Seafood, perceived to be less environmentally damaging than cows and pigs, is still in play for most elite chefs.)

The American public’s inexorable move away from traditional meat and dairy is happening at all ends of the dining spectrum. In a 2018 survey by Johns Hopkins Center for a Livable Future, two-thirds of Americans report cutting back on meat. From April 2017 to July 2019, plant-based food sales grew approximately 31%, to $4.5 billion. They’re projected to increase to $6.5 billion by 2023. In 2018, 51% of chefs in the U.S. said they’d added vegan items to their menus.

Consider this movement the “trickle-up” effect. At fine dining restaurants, where meats such as imported Japanese beef and game like antelope and boar were invariably the drum-rolled entree, diners might now find well-dressed mushrooms and roots. New values are changing what’s considered a luxury when it comes to dining.

Read: What will you be ordering in 2020? Emerging food trends

Enter the Michelin Star Chefs

In November, Dominique Crenn announced that her three Bay Area restaurants would be meat-free, as would her upcoming cafe Boutique Crenn. The chef, who describes herself as “not a vegetarian, but a climate change activist,” isn’t a fake meat fan. Instead, at her three-star Atelier Crenn she offers such plates as sole with oyster bearnaise in tasting menus that start at $345 per person. The more laid-back Petit Crenn features the French sausage boudin, made not with pork but with squid ink to give the dish a dark, briny taste.

“People are shifting. The biggest dairy company [Dean Foods Co.] just filed for bankruptcy. Ten years ago, people wouldn’t have heard me. Now no one even asks for meat,” she says.

Seafood has also become the focus of William Bradley’s 10-course, $270 tasting menu at the Addison in San Diego. The chef saw an opportunity to make the menu reflect his own healthier, more environmentally thoughtful eating habits when his restaurant was awarded a Michelin star in June. He replaced an entree of côte de boeuf and braised short ribs with a caramelized cod dressed with miso, bonito butter, and a caviar garnish.

“Multicourse tasting menus can have 2,500 calories that you consume in three hours,” Bradley says. “I wanted to lighten that up.”

The chef’s seasonal menu currently includes a barbecued pigeon course—and the option of a wagyu beef—but neither is the dish his audience is most excited about. “People freak out more about the wild cod than they do about anything else,” he says.

Classics Go Vegetarian

At Maude, in Beverly Hills, executive chef Chris Flint reimagines classics like Australian meat pies through a vegetarian lens with the offerings on his menu, which changes quarterly.

“This trend [toward vegetarianism] has developed among a broader audience due to increased awareness about the environmental impact of commodity proteins,” he says. Although he includes one or two meat courses, Flint leans into produce, crafting terrines from carrots and tossing pasta with a ragu made from fermented vegetables rather than beef.

Jean-Georges Vongerichten was a plant-based food advocate long before he opened the destination vegan spot ABCV in downtown New York in 2016. In mid-July he added a vegetarian menu at his eponymous restaurant, responding to demand from customers.

“Ten courses of protein, it’s a lot,” he says. Vongerichten makes elegant kebabs of oven-dried fruit and Brussels sprouts, and caramelizes mushrooms with honey and coconut butter. In January he’ll add juice pairings, such as celery with green peppercorn, that amplify the menu’s vegetable forwardness; kombucha will also be available. Since he introduced the meatless option, Vongerichten has seen demand for his vegetable tasting menu increase from 15% to about 35% at dinner; at lunch, 40%-45% of diners order the non-meat menu.

Pork Place Embraces Veg

Meat is also in retreat at places where it was foundational. At the Publican, a renowned gastropub in Chicago with pictures of pigs hung around the dining room, pork was the perennial star—but no longer.

“When we opened the Publican, it was all about pork, beer, and oysters. But over the course of the last decade, we cut back on meat,” says co-owner Paul Kahan. At brunch, the meat-free Greens and Grains has become a surprise bestseller.

“The trend for us seems to be that people still want to eat meat, but they want more vegetable options to balance out their meal,” adds Kim Leali, the group’s culinary operations director.

Read: London Readies for Hot New Restaurants

No Meat Is a Miss

Still, not all elite restaurants turned their back on meat. Laurent Gras, chef at the elite Saison in San Francisco, has cut back on land-based protein since taking over the kitchen in 2018, replacing quail with a Santa Barbara spot prawn. But he still serves a venison course on the $298 tasting menu; he has no plans to go meat-free like Crenn has.

“Not to have meat on a long menu is a miss. It’s a limitation of the whole experience,” he says. Gras’s audience backs that up. He says about 50% of his guests order the $60 wagyu supplement.

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In spite of historic Hollywood restaurants, myriad entertainment venues and symbolic significance as the glitzy and glamorous entertainment capital of the world, Hollywood has seen some good and bad times as an area over the previous century.

But now the swath of Los Angeles that spans from Western Avenue on the east to North Fairfax on the west is experiencing a new culinary revival. The neighborhood's oldest hangouts are cherished with a new appreciation for nostalgia, while brand-new spots emulate the old with fresher, more innovative flavors. All the while, L.A.'s most celebrated chefs continue to keep the bar high with some of the nation's best restaurants right here in Hollywood.

Here are our top 10 best restaurants in Hollywood.

1.Providence

The only thing fussed over more than the guests at Providence is the fish. Chef Michael Cimarusti’s obsession with sourcing the highest quality, most sustainable seafood is obvious in every bite. He cherishes each piece, using gentle cooking techniques that coax the flesh, leaving melt-in-your mouth texture along with revelatory flavor combinations. Co-owner Donato Poto glides through the dining room overseeing the attentive service team. When the time comes, he gracefully prepares tableside Santa Barbara prawns. After many courses of Cimarusti’s creations, a serious-faced fromagier pushes a large, glass-enclosed cheese cart in front of you. Desserts are whimsical and live up to everything that came before.

2. Gwen

Brothers Luke and Curtis Stone’s glimmering luxury meat haven on Sunset Boulevard proves once again that chef Curtis does not rest on the laurels of his celeb status. The in-house butcher shop coexists with a lavish dining room where guests can see meat carcasses hanging in clear view. The slightly more appealing spectacle at Gwen is Curtis Stone himself. The tall Aussie can be seen preparing the five-course tasting menus in an open kitchen, often sporting barbecue goggles on his head. Several menu items are cooked over an open flame, giving the room a wonderfully smoky smell that adds extra anticipation to the restaurant's main draw: meat.

3. Musso and Frank

While many newer establishments attempt to emulate vintage Hollywood glamour, Musso and Frank actually embodies it. Opened on Hollywood Boulevard in 1919, the wood-paneled, leather booth–lined restaurant has been feeding movie stars, locals and tourists for almost a century. Fortunately not much has changed in that time. And though actually ordering throw-back menu items such as grilled lamb kidneys with bacon, calf’s liver steak or a smoked tongue sandwich would be only for the novelty of it, other classics like gooey Welsh rarebit, lobster thermidor and a variety of steaks and chops are safe bets. Nothing beats drinking a well-stirred martini while nestled in a cozy booth where Humphrey Bogart likely once sat.

4. Papilles

In a small storefront inside a strip mall near the 101 Freeway, chef Jordan Rosas prepares locally sourced vegetables from local farmers like Weiser and Flora Bella in an open kitchen. Rosas, who worked previously at Thomas Keller’s Bouchon and Marcel Vigneron’s Wolf, recently took over for chef Tim Carey, who is now at Lost at Sea in Pasadena. The menu format at Papilles matches the bistro’s interior: small and simple yet thoughtful and refined. The regularly changing, seasonal three-course prix fixe offers first-course starters such as carrot ginger velouté or romanesco salad and heartier mains like braised beef cheeks or a pork loin with sweet potatoes. At $38 per person, it is a steal. And just when the little unlikely bistro couldn’t seem any more charming, Santos Uy’s selection of natural old-world wines validates the meaning of the restaurant’s French name: tastebuds.

5. Hungry Cat

The Hungry Cat’s location in the heart of Hollywood, a stone’s throw from the ArcLight Cinemas, has made it an ideal pre-movie dinner spot for the 11-plus years since it opened. But after imbibing any of its farmers market–inspired cocktails and tasting chef David Lentz’s locally sourced, seasonal seafood creations, moviegoers are likely to forgo any screening for another round of local beer, kumquatinis and oysters. The Hungry Cat is a destination on its own. Lentz’s Maryland roots shine through in towering, multitiered platters of shellfish such as clams, marinated mussels, shrimp, snow crab and lobster. Dishes such as whole grilled orata with sunchoke purée, chanterelles and salsa verde are hard to forget, and the clam chowder is easily the best in town.

6. Paley

Paley, the shiny restaurant on Hollywood Boulevard in the new Columbus Square complex, aims to channel the Gilded Age of Hollywood with its midcentury-inspired dining room and serious service. It succeeds at channeling Old Hollywood without actually being old. Despite the traditional menu format, starters such as hamachi crudo and mains like king crab and Santa Barbara uni spaghetti with saffron and chives exhibit modern flair. With its lavish interior and welcoming bar, Paley is versatile as both a special-occasion destination and a casual meet-for-a-drink spot. It's open for lunch and dinner along with brunch on the weekends.

7. Baroo

At Baroo, the strange little fermentation-centric restaurant in a rundown strip mall, there is no table service and no alcohol. But we don’t go there for that. We go to Baroo because noorook, a bright pink koji beet cream risottolike plate of fermented grains, has a wonderfully chewy texture. We go there for faux oxtail “ragu” pasta that makes actual oxtail ragu seem unnecessary. Chef Kwang Uh (who interned with René Redzepi at Noma) has made Baroo famous with his esoteric process and fascinating food. Though Uh has left for Korea for a few months while co-owner Matthew Kim takes over, Baroo is as worthy of a visit as ever.

8. Petit Trois

Peruse the menu at Petit Trois and you’ll see some traditional French bistro fare: escargot, steak tartare, a croque madame, steak frites. It’s the kind of simple food that would seem unexciting if Ludo Lefebvre weren’t cooking it. It’s not that Lefebvre is doing anything imaginative with the omelette or French onion soup at the tiny strip mall, counter seating–only bistro. It’s that he’s doing the classics in the way only a true French chef who trained with the best in France and Los Angeles can do: perfectly.

9. Trois Mec

Have we tired of Trois Mec? Has the novelty of eating in a tiny room behind the guise of a Raffalo’s Pizza sign worn off? Does the food seem less thrilling, the concept less fresh? Not a bit. If anything, recent meals have been more exciting and more innovative than when Ludo Lefebvre, Jon Shook and Vinny Dotolo first won our hearts three years ago with their weird experiment of a restaurant. Over five glorious courses, you’re likely to find delicious oddities such as brightly acidic beet tartare with horseradish crème fraiche and a wedge of latke-like potato pancake, or tender chunks of bay scallop and foie gras swimming in a matsutake mushroom and miso broth that’s flecked with pickled sunchoke and hazelnut oil. With almost every dish, a new discovery is made, taste itself feels new and vibrant again. The experience will cost you around $100 per individual, including duty and tip (purchased early as a nonrefundable ticket), the music will be noisy, there are no menu choices. Which still feels as vital and riveting as it did from the get-go. —Besha Rodell

10. Salt's Cure

Since making the switch to a daily breakfast-lunch-and-dinner routine, Salt’s Cure has become a glorious model for the next-generation diner, a small, all-day operation that serves as a sunny spot where you can meet over some of the city’s best oatmeal pancakes, or indulge in the simple but stunning smoked fish on toast (smoked in-house, of course). There’s a killer burger at lunch, or a classic chopped salad, and the vibe is laid-back and friendly — just what you hope for in a neighborhood hangout. At night things turn a little more serious, with big hunks of meat (all animals are bought whole from local farmers and butchered in-house), or beautifully cooked fish prepared simply and thoughtfully. The space is barely more than a room with a kitchen in its center, and eating here can feel like strolling into someone’s storefront living space. But order a glass of odd wine, look to the blackboard for guidance, and know that just about anything you order will be better than you imagined. —B.R.

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