Beautiful Platter

“Don’t move.” His voice is low but firm. I freeze. Every muscle in my naked body stiffens as he places the finishes touches on his “masterpiece.” Hard walnut and mahogany press against my spine, but I don’t move a muscle while he carefully arranges sashimi on the seaweed elaborately draped over my breasts. I remain frozen on a gaudy Francesco Molon dining room table, except for my dilated pupils, which move over his face. Dark, slanted eyes. Thick, even darker lashes. I wonder what’s going through his mind as he…

Wet & Ready in Las Vegas

I sit down at my terminal and all I can think about his him. The way he smells, the feel of his big strong hands grazing over my body. I know he’s going to call tonight. I can feel it in my bones. We haven’t spoken since our little encounter, but I know he misses me. I can feel that too. I go live. Carmen the Latina Lover is live and ready for action. Soon, my line is ringing and my heart thuds in my chest. I suck in a…