Ms. Havana

"Dio mio Miguel, I caught her cheating again the fucking slut. And do you know what the Fuck she said to me bro?" No, what did she say to you Manuel? "She said, you know I stay wet like a Leakey faucet, always needing attending, if you had the skills of a plumber I wouldn't be constantly needing new pipe madicon. You're lucky you're a very handsome man with beautiful soft lips that kisses me just right and gives me the best facebeat ever, otherwise I would have left your culo a long time ago." Hahahahaaa, what the fuck! did she really say that manny? Him: "the nerve bro, she had the nerve to say that shit to my face. I mean, why she gotta be so damn extra all the time bro. Always mouthing off, talking that yaddy yadda and showing her ass like she aint got no home training. Fucking puta." She's Cubano, what you expect. "I shoulda married a Puerto Rican like mi Madre told me to."        
        
Cuban women are beautiful, smart, passionate, colorful, rhythmic, sensual, strong, feisty, warm and incredibly loving. Carmen aka Ms. havana thought, she is a different story. An ex postitute back in Cuba. Her father started pimping her since age eleven to the U.S. servicemen stationed on the island. At age eleven she looked sixteen, fully grown, tall with huge tattas and booty. Her mom had her in beauty pageants, salsa and meringue dance classes since she was five. She practiced dancing and modeling six days a week for fifteen years. The dance lessons and pageant training were expensive, her papito was a local fisherman and her mom was a waitress at a few restaurants. However they were determined to make a better life for their sweet baby 👼. When a major hurricane blasted the island thing got pretty hard on everyone and allot of families had to do what they had to do in order to survive in the hardest of times.  
   
Carmen Jessica Montoya character is exactly like the character of Miami's Little Havana neighborhood with its vibrant wild passionate heart, and even more alike with Havana Cuba, beautiful, classic and timeless. My lady Naomi has her own nickname for her, "la revolucion Bonita (the pretty revolution)." If it's one thing that a revolution is not, is pretty. But I can definitely see why mi amore calls her that. Ms. Havana is gorgeous like Latin art and looks like she belongs in a gallery, she looks expensive. She's outspoken and at times down right bold and brazen. When she's angry at Manny and starts yelling she sounds like Celia Cruz singing "Quimbara" Naomi immitates Carmen by singing the song opening her mouth wide accentuating the creases of her cheeks and chin exactly to a T. I pretend I'm Manuel and sing Oscar Dr Leon "Lloraras," my voice calm and subtle yet hits it mark but does little damage as the Celiaesque like vocals drowns me out into oblivion. This is what it's like when you are on the front lines in close confines of a lover's quarel with a fiery, unyielding, Cuban tempest who usurp your every role as a man, a lover, a friend, a protector, provider, and spouse. Her beauty captivates you, her sensual mannerisms holds you captive, her athletic body wrapped in laced embroidered Victoria's Secret undergarments makes you want to Fuck her in the mist of your squabbles. Her skin perfumed in the sweetest fragrances takes the fight out of you, and her lips always covered in glossy shimmering pink or red lipstick makes you want to 💋 her filthy mouth. I've heard Manny describe it as if you were to fire off a hundred rounds of a machine gun then immediately put the tip of the nozzle in your mouth. The heat degenerated is deadly and exciting. Naomi and I dance the bogle reggae 💃 salsa style with our fingers shaped like guns firing at each other yelling po po po back and forth and acting as if we got shot with each insult heard from the revolutionary war happening in the court yard down below. Ms. Havana, she is a kind of fetish that ninety nine point nine percent of men and women have never come across and if ninety nine point nine percent ever did come across her, they would not be able to handle what and who she is. It takes a special kind of person who is willing to lose everything, including themselves, all that makes them who and what they are, the kind of special that makes them forget who and what they want to become. Manuel remains in limbo and let her have complete autonomy and reign over their relationship just as a way to show her the kind of love and respect for her person, something she has never known until now. She belongs to herself now, she's not this pretty little thing anymore, peoples entertainment, a cash cow, a pleasure vessel for men who want to have their way with something extraordinary beautiful and exotic, a puppet to be molded and fashioned into becoming someone else dream to vicariously lived through. She controls her destiny, she has become empowered in a new land, a new city, in familiar surroundings. If only she was born here she would say to Naomi and I all the time. Carmen worked as a cleaning lady, cleaning rich people's mansions and luxury condominiums in an around Miami for a few years but quit because she was being sexually harassed by her employer, employees and clients. A few clients wanted her to clean their homes wearing revealing sexy French maid outfits they had purchased to satisfy their perverted fantasies. She stabbed one with a switchblade and set the other one condo ablaze. It was all kept hush with no police involvement for fear of lawsuits. The two gentlemen hit her off with a quarter million dollars a piece to not say anything about their advances towards her. She has such incredible resolve and fortitude, and Manny loves her so much they decided she would be a stay at home wife for safety safe, not hers but them.