Caramel Flava
Zane
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EDITED BY ZANE
Chocolate Flava: The Eroticanoir.com Anthology
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Copyright Notices
“The Masquerade Party” (“La fiesta de disfraces”) by Tracee A.Hanna © 2006
“Cracked Butterfly” (“Mariposa deshecha”) by Teresa Lamai © 2005
“Closet Freak” (“Secretos dentro el armario”) by Pat Tucker © 2006
“Den of Pleasure” (“El refugio del placer”) by Niobia Bryant © 2006
“My Destiny” (“Mi Destino”) by Michelle Robinson © 2006
“Shameless” (“Descarada”) by Nikki Sinclair © 2006
“Open House” (“Casa para la venta”) by James W.Lewis © 2006
“Just Damn Good Sex!” (“Sólo Sexo Crudo”) by Naleighna Kai © 2006
“Found in Translation” (“Encuentro en la traducción”) by Susan Passerotti © 2006
“I Want You” (“Te deseo”) by William Fredrick Cooper © 2006
“Not Tonight” (“Esta noche no”) by Curtis L.Alcutt © 2006
“Mandatory Overtime” (“Horas extras obligatorias”) by Spencer Muir © 2006
“It Is What It Is” (“Sea lo que sea”) by Petula Caesar © 2006
“Saints and Sinners” (“Santos y pecadores”) by Carmen Hayes © 2006
“Overhaul” (“Revisión”) by Sydney Molare © 2006
“Sugar and Butter Poured over Muscle” (“Azúcar y mantequilla derramados sobre un músculo”) by Anne Elizabeth Davidson © 2006
“Tie Rack” (“Estante de corbatas”) by SékouWrites © 2006
“On the Temptation Tip” (“Al borde de la tentación”) by Michelle De Leon © 2006
“Drawing Reality” (“Dibujar la realidad”) by Jocelyn Bringas © 2006
“What Tomorrow Holds” (“Lo que el mañana trae”) by Zane © 2006
A todos los amantes del mundo. No importa el
color de supiel, la pasión es universal.
To all the lovers in the world. No matter what
your skin color, passion is universal.
Contents
Introduction
The Masquerade Party La fiesta de disfraces
Tracee A.Hanna
Cracked Butterfly Mariposa deshecha
Teresa Lamai
Closet Freak Secretos dentro el armario
Pat Tucker
Den of Pleasure El refugio del placer
Niobia Simone
My Destiny Mi Destino
Michelle Robinson
Shameless Descarada
Nikki Sinclair
Open House Casa para la venta
James W.Lewis
Just Damn Good Sex! Sólo Sexo Crudo
Naleighna Kai
Found in Translation Encuentro en la traducción
Susan DiPlacido
I Want You Te deseo
William Fredrick Cooper
Not Tonight Esta noche no
Curtis L.Alcutt
Mandatory Overtime Horas extras obligatorias
Keeb Knight
It Is What It Is Sea lo que sea
Petula Caesar
Saints and Sinners Santos y pecadores
Geneva King
Overhaul Revisión
Sydney Molare
Sugar and Butter Poured over Muscle Azúcar y mantequilla derramados sobre un músculo
Anne Elizabeth
Tie Rack Estante de corbatas
SékouWrites
On the Temptation Tip Al borde de la tentación
Michelle De Leon
Drawing Reality Dibujar la realidad
Jocelyn Bringas
What Tomorrow Holds Lo que el mañana trae
Zane
About the Contributors
Introduction
Caramel Flava was a special undertaking giving me an opportunity to offer a great book to an underserved market. I have worked hard in my work as an editor and publisher to give a voice to black authors. I felt a similar push to do so far my Latino sisters and brothers who embrace sensuality. Love is the universal language, but erotic stories that specifically speak to the Latino market have been difficult to find. I know that Caramel Flava will appeal to readers of all ethnicities, as do the stories in Chocolate Flava, but they are tailored especially for the Latino heart. I was overwhelmed by the response to my call for submissions to the anthology. I got so many awesome stories that there are enough to do three or four collections. So, if you enjoy these—and I am confident that you will—there is more Caramel Flava to come.
Thank you to everyone who made this possible, and to all the authors who lent their talents to crafting these steamy, unforgettable tales.
So light the candles, get comfortable, and enjoy these other wonderful authors. Reach out to them, become avid readers of their work. They all deserve it. And then remember to pass on the love you gather in your heart from this special reading experience.
Blessings,
Zane
The Masquerade Party
La fiesta de disfraces
Tracee A. Hanna
Tiara, a single, lovely, caramel-complexioned Venezuelan American, accepted an invitation to a masquerade party. She dressed in an all-white nurse costume: hat, corset, miniskirt, thigh highs, garter, and high-heeled shoes, with a stethoscope around her neck and a medical bag as her purse. Upon arriving at the party she was greeted by a handsome man, dressed in black slacks and a black mask. His muscular chest, magnificent arms, and his feet, were bare.
“Hello, may I see your invitation, please?” the usher asked. Tiara handed him her invitation. “This is a masquerade party. Everyone must be masked at all times,” the usher said as he helped her put on a satiny white eye mask. He whispered in her ear, “Remember the rules tonight: no names, no business talk. Have fun and try the punch; it’s delicious.” He opened the double doors to the ballroom. The massive room was filled with masked people wearing beautiful costumes. “You are at table three. Follow me.” He escorted Tiara to her seat.
“Thank you,” she responded, smiling as she followed the sexy usher.
As Tiara walked through the ballroom she noticed, in the corner to her left, a table holding flutes filled with champagne; wineglasses filled with white, red, and blush wines; and goblets filled with an exotic punch (spiked with herbal aphrodisiacs). There was also a full-service wet bar for everyone’s convenience. The dance floor was, to her right, filled with people moving their bodies to the beat. In the middle were several tables covered with white linen. Just beyond the tables was a host of people standing in small groups talking.
“Enjoy your evening,” the usher sa
id before taking his leave.
Just as she was taking her seat a waiter walked up to her with a tray full of drinks.
“Would you like a drink, ma’am?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“I have champagne, wine, and punch or, if you’d like, I can bring you something from the bar.”
“I’ll try the punch, please.” He placed the glass of punch on the table. “Thank you.”
Tiara sat, people watching, as she sipped her punch.
“May I have this dance?” asked a portly man dressed as a sultan.
“Yes.” As they danced, she asked, “What should I call you tonight?”
“You may call me Sultan. I believe that I am the only one here.” He kissed the back of Tiara’s hand. “You are a beautiful, sweet, toffee Latina. What should I call you, dear lady?”
“You may call me Nurse Taboo.” Tiara giggled.
Tiara moved on to dance with and talk to several different men and women as the night passed. She had taken on the persona of Nurse Taboo, accepting touches and kisses from other partiers. She became one of the most popular people at the party. As the night progressed, the music changed to a dark African Cuban beat. Tiara found everything about the ambiance arousing, from the half-dressed ushers and servers to the genitalia-shaped ice sculptures; from the dim lighting to the life art hanging on the walls depicting several erotic and seemingly impossible sexual positions; from the exotic-tasting punch to the never-ending flow of champagne. But, what she found most stimulating was the people of all different sizes, shapes, and colors; drinking, dancing, and touching freely.
Tiara was standing in front of the drink table trying to catch her breath after an intense dance session with a sexy deep dark chocolate man wearing nothing but a leopard-print loincloth and matching eye mask. Her back was to the room as she took a moment to pat her face, neck, and breasts dry before getting another glass of the decadent punch.
“I know you and you know me,” a man whispered in Tiara’s ear. The man pressed his groin against her butt as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
“How do I know you?” Tiara asked, playing along.
“We were lovers,” the man responded as he kissed her neck. “I would know those legs and that ass anywhere.”
“Lovers, you say?” Tiara asked as she turned to face the man. He was dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, with his mask covering most of his face. “Why are we no longer lovers? Did it end badly?”
“Yes,” the man sensually whispered in her ear. Just as he spoke the lights went out. Everyone in the room gasped, but they were back on within ten seconds. In that time the man had freed Tiara’s breasts from her corset. “I know those breasts too.”
“What are you doing?” Tiara asked as she pulled her corset up.
“Tonight I am reclaiming what is mine,” the man responded in a deep, sexually charged voice.
“You are taking this a little bit too far.”
“Am I?” asked the Phantom. The lights went off again but this time for longer than before. “You are mine, my Venezuelan Vixen.” In the dark Tiara felt fingers being slipped into her pussy. “I am going to fuck you tonight right here at this party and you are going to let me.”
“We can’t, not here…” She moaned as the pleasure overtook her senses.
“Look around, I don’t think that anyone would mind.” The lights came back on. Tiara looked around the room. She saw that most of the women’s breasts were exposed and everyone was touching or being touched, all the while dancing to the beat of the mystical music. There were couples, threesomes, and groups all doing what felt good to them. “Tiara,” he whispered her name in her ear.
“You know my name!”
“I know more than that,” he responded, still working his fingers within her pussy, gently massaging her G-spot.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“Let’s see if you remember,” the Phantom said as he unfastened his pants.
The lights went off again, but this time they were out for minutes instead of seconds. The Phantom spun Tiara around, spread her legs, and thrust his rigid dick into her hot, soppingwet pussy. The enthralling force of his actions took her breath away. She held on to the table as if it were a life preserver. She was mesmerized by his adoration of her body. She heard moans and sighs of pleasure, from men and women both, rise above the music and mingle with her own. Familiar sensations fluttered then raced through her body. She was quickly approaching her zenith. However, just as the lights were coming on again, the Phantom stepped away and tucked his penis back into his pants.
“Tyree!” Tiara exclaimed, exasperated, as she spun around and slapped his face. No one even took notice; they were all lost in their own concupiscence. “I am not yours,” she hissed. “And I never was!”
This was the man who broke her heart and left her not wanting to love. It had taken almost a year to get him out of her system. She had longed to be touched and caressed by him, at the same time vowing to resist being a doormat for him ever again. Tiara was tormented until she met Kibryia, who helped her erase Tyree from her system. He made sure that Tyree was a distant memory.
“We’ll just see about that,” Tyree stated as the lights flickered off again. He grabbed ahold of Tiara, lifted her up, and spread her legs as he slammed her against the wall, rendering her powerless to stop him. He freed his rigid dick once more and plunged it deep inside of Tiara; pushing hard and fast, burying himself as far into her body as he could go. “This pussy is mine and I can have it whenever I want it!”
Tiara didn’t say a word in protest; she just took her punishment, crying out helplessly as the orgasmic pleasure swept her away. She held on to him tightly as she stared out into the darkness, completely lost in the intensity of his lovemaking. She was amazed by every familiar sensation as he moved inside of her. She could not think beyond that very moment in time; beyond her desire-enveloped state.
“Oh, Tyree…” She sighed.
“Yes, baby…” Tyree kissed and licked her neck. “Yes!”
The lights flickered on again, but they were too lost in their abyss of decadence to care. Tiara saw images of bodies entwined on the floor, tables, and up against the walls; the sight of others partaking in the same sweet taboos as she heightened her pleasure. The lights were off again almost as quickly as they flickered on. She felt naughty, uninhibited, and wickedly shameless as she gave herself over to Tyree completely. The lights were turned on and off slowly as if showing a slide show of life art. Tiara wanted more; every nerve ending in her body cried out for more touches, more kisses, and more caresses. She was drowning in a sea of carnal need. She freed her breasts from her corset.
“Touch me!” Tiara demanded as her body twisted and writhed beneath Tyree’s. “Suck my breasts! Oh please!”
The aphrodisiac was taking over—Tiara and Tyree were quickly getting overrun by desire, drowning in a chemically induced lust. His ache to possess Tiara was all that Tyree could focus on as he licked and suckled her breasts. He wanted to touch more of her, taste all of her. He tucked his arms under her legs as he slowly slid her body up the wall. He twirled his tongue over her stomach, licking and kissing his way down her body until he got to her freshly waxed pubic area, where he took a playful bite. Tiara was captivated, so much so, she did not notice the small group of people walking toward her.
As the lights came on, the room came into focus again; Tiara saw the man in leopard print looking into her eyes intently. The lights clicked off and on once more and he was closer. The lights continued to slowly blink; she saw that there were two men and two women standing behind him, approaching with him. Tiara was delighted by the oral pleasures of Tyree licking her pussy and the intense stare of the dark stranger, which stirred a deeper passion. The group stopped about a yard away from Tyree. The leader waved his hand, directing the ladies to proceed. During every flash of light Tiara watched as both women dropped down to their knees and crawled over to Tyree. One lady, dressed as a belly
dancer, positioned herself directly below Tiara, while the other, dressed as a sorceress, settled in behind Tyree. Simultaneously the women snaked up his body, slowly massaging and kissing his muscular legs as they went. The Belly Dancer took ahold of Tyree’s dick with both of her hands and slipped the head into her mouth, while The Sorceress expertly massaged his balls as she licked his anus.
Tyree paused for a moment, looking up into Tiara’s eyes as the lights continued to flash. He was in a conundrum of having to choose between reclaiming his lady love or giving in to wanton pleasure. In the blink of the lights his body made the choice for him and all was lost in a moment of reckless abandon. Tyree buried his head between Tiara’s legs, licking, lapping, and sucking all of her juices away, forcing her to cum for him yet again. As the lights continued to blink off and on, he marveled in the ladies’ skillful stimulation and the multiple sensations of pleasure. The ladies worked diligently while the men—The Jungle Man, The Caveman, and The Roman—patiently watched. When they saw that Tyree was growing too weak to stand up, much less hold, Tiara, they intervened. In a moment of darkness Tiara was taken out of Tyree’s hands by two of the men and placed on the table next to him with her legs dangling off of the sides. Between the slow blink of the lights Tyree saw two men kneeling down on either side of Tiara. He watched as their hands caressed her breasts. In the next flicker of the lights The Jungle Man loomed over her. In the next flash he’d dropped to his knees, submerging his head between her legs while The Caveman and The Roman started to devour her breasts with their mouths: licking, sucking, and nibbling until her nipples were hard.
