Desire for Dinner — K.C. Falls

This erotic story will curl your toes. Read about a sexy dominant female with a taste for bondage and a craving for a culinary hero. Includes fun with food and an icy hot interlude. This is a romantic story of about ten thousand words.



Restaurant critic Kelly Willet is delighted to find her favorite 'bad-boy' chef getting ready to board the flight she's taking to her summer home in Maine in this short erotic tale . When Carson Davis admits to his fear of flying Kelly is more than willing to 'take control' and keep his mind on something in exchange for a dinner date. But Kelly has more than just a desire for dinner with the handsome chef. She's ready for a feast with Carson that's more than mere food. In this sexy read you'll find a lady who knows what she wants and a man who is willing to give it to her.



Contains "recipes for romance"--two scrumptious dishes featured in the book. Because satisfying the appetites is what Carnal Cuisine erotic romance is all about. Cook up something spectacular for those moments (before or after) that you just have to come up for air!



The er*tica contained in this short story explores sexual encounters between a man and a woman and offers some mild BDSM (femme dom). This is a fully developed erotic short story of approximately 10,000 words (excluding recipes) that combines romance, a contemporary setting and real characters who drive the plot.


Content warning: Adult scenes with explicit descriptions of sexual acts.

Recipe warning: Tempting concoctions are not for those on a celery and water diet. Read at your waistline's risk!



Excerpt:



When Kelly had entered the room dressed like a high-dollar hooker, Carson knew he was in for a treat. She had a body worth killing for. It was seizure inducing enough in the little red number that she had worn to dinner, but in the red and black corset her curves seemed to go on forever. He hated the fashionable 'starved waif' look that so many women, young and old, seemed to cultivate.

Maybe it was the chef in him, but he liked a woman to look like she could appreciate a good meal. She was nice and round in all the places a woman should be so. Her breasts were full and ripe and she had a great inverted valentine of an ass. The corset only made the hour-glass of her figure more pronounced. Even her legs were healthy and shapely--sturdy without being thick--legs that he immediately wanted wrapped around him.

Even though he was half expecting her to pull some kinky shit, it was still a pleasant surprise. He'd done the blindfold/tied up routine with an old girlfriend, but he had always been the one doing the tying. Having a woman take control was different. He probably wouldn't go for it as a steady diet, but he had no problem with it at the moment.

She called on his sense of smell, taste, touch and hearing with exquisite finesse. After she blindfolded him, the sound of her corset hitting the floor couldn't have been any clearer. And the tap-tap of her heels on the floor let him form a mental picture of her shapely naked form dressed in nothing but her stockings and heels. The image worked on his cock as effectively as if he could see her.

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