CARMEN

Carmen Feeds You: Body Worship

she likes being full

I’m in the kitchen again and the phone is on speaker while I finish the rice. You’re already asking what I’m wearing and I haven’t even told you what I made yet. That’s fine. Most of you start that way. I told you when you called that if you wanted real Body Worship you were going to hear about the food first, and that means you don’t get to skip straight to the part where I tell you to touch yourself. Slow down. I can hear you shifting around. Take your hand off for a second and just listen to the pot. That’s better. Now tell me if you’re hard yet. And don’t lie. I can always tell.

Good. You are. I figured. Most of you get that way the second you hear me talking about food and my body in the same breath. The apron is on but it’s tied loose so my belly is out and the top is low enough that you’d see everything if you were standing here. I’m barefoot on the tile and the rice is almost done. You can picture that while you put your hand back. Slow. I said slow. You’re going to edge for me while I plate this and you’re going to tell me every time you get close so I can decide if you stop or not.

There. That’s the sound I like. You’re already leaking and the rice isn’t even on the plate yet. I can hear it in the way your breath catches when I say certain words. Like when I tell you I’m going to make you stay hard the entire time I’m eating. Or when I mention that if you cum before I say you can, you’re going to have to describe exactly how you’d feed me if you were here. You just made that little noise again. Good. Keep going. Ten more strokes then stop. Count them out loud so I know you’re not cheating. One. Two. You’re rushing the last few. Start over. I have all afternoon and the food is still hot.

You want to know what I’m doing