Always after the perfect image, one photographer ventures into the dense mangrove forest of Trinidad's Caroni Swamp. But her trip becomes much more than she ever expected, and her camera becomes an exciting outlet for her desire!Excerpt: When we reached the glass doors of the cabana, Mirabella stopped my clamoring march, and carefully pushed me against the wooden planked wall beside the door. She knelt down and removed first one and then the other of my muddy boots. Without a word, she unzipped my trouser-shorts and eased them down. My stupor began to fade as she unbuttoned my shirt. Pure adrenalin rushed through my veins, when she dropped my blouse beside my dirty pants.Standing there, in only my knickers, I waited for her next move. She smiled, tossed her hair back, and reached around to her back to unfasten her bikini top. Nervously, I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. She dropped her top onto the pile of clothes, and then slowly pushed the tiny beaded panty down her hips and the length of her legs. I followed its gradual procession down, and then began my own perusal back up her legs to the small v between them.My breath caught in my throat. I reached out to touch her arm, and I accidentally brushed her breast. I heard her gasp, and then she slid open the door and pulled me into the cabana....