It was not a night to sleep; it was a night for sweltering passions.  The humidity hung thick in the air and the temperature was as unforgiving as the Sub-Saharan sun at midday.  A sexy sheen of perspiration bathed your body as I lay silently watching you.  The white cotton sheet wrapped sensuously around your legs, a tangled mass, was evidence of our previous intense, sweaty lovemaking. 

“Dance with me,” I whispered as I saw your body stir.  Come; let’s use the moon as our spotlight and the rhythm of the night as our music.  I pulled your sleepy frame from the bed and put my arms around you.  You laughed at my silly suggestion but the intensity of our naked bodies moving together, the electricity between us as we held each other close, inspired a dance of erotic expression.

We fit together perfectly, our bodies like pieces in a sensual puzzle.  The drumbeat pulsed like the blood coursing through our veins.  The Afro-Cuban rhythms heard only in our heads were genetically encoded in our DNA.  We moved together like two well-choreographed dancers; our dance was of romance, intimacy and erotic expression. 

Our skin stuck together and our bodies moved together in unison.  Your hands slid down the small of my back.  My lips tasted the salty sweet nape of your neck.  We danced.  We danced the dance of mythical lovers until our heat could be contained no more.  I melted into you and you melted into me … doing the Midnight Tango. 

Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK

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Our relationships are failing. We have to do better.   Black men have to stop being so self-centered, they have to stop deflecting responsibility for their foul behavior, expecting and demanding women to make them happy and not giving or sharing anything of themselves to make their women happy.  Black women have to shift our focus from believing that what’s between our legs is something to be sold, traded, or bartered to the highest bidder rather than doing the real work of healing and loving and embracing our Divine feminine powers.  It is my very strong desire that single Black men and women everywhere read this story and take from it some that there is a better way.  Love, truth, intimacy, sensuality, and communication are the answers to all our ills.  http://afroerotik.com/erotic-stories/too-close-for-comfort/ 

Fear, confusion, panic … all those emotions and more overcame Jacinda Montenegro in a horrifying instant.  She was frozen to the spot where she sat; she couldn’t move.  She felt paralyzed, unable to budge, incapable of moving a muscle.    Her eyes searched the room looking for something that might help her get out of her predicament, something that could rescue her from her dilemma.  Finally, with little other option, she cried out, “HELLLPPPPP!  Help me!  HELP!”

Khari Brevins, her boyfriend of two months, heard Jacinda’s cries from his comfortable position on the sofa in his basement, two floors away.  He had been chilling in his man cave all by his lonesome; watching some college ball and eating a bacon cheeseburger fresh off the grill, some store bought potato salad he had doctored up to give it some taste, and drinking a few bottles of imported ale to quench his testosterone-driven thirst.  He jumped up and bound up the stairs two and three at a time.  Breathless, he reached the top of the staircase on the second floor of his house and made his way cautiously to the master bedroom.  The slight sound of his bare feet on the hardwood floors in the hallway seemed to echo throughout the house as he crept along.  Not wanting to make too much noise; he approached the bedroom with caution.

“HONEY! Help,” Jacinda cried out again, at the top of her lungs.

Entering the bedroom, Khari was expecting to see a blood bath of dismembered body pieces.  Seeing nothing, he made his way further into the room.  The bathroom door was ajar.  He scanned the room quickly, looking for something that he might use as a makeshift weapon to defend himself but couldn’t find anything other than a pair of Jordans he had kicked off in the heat of passion the previous night and they wouldn’t work against a crazed serial killer, not even in a pinch.  Disoriented momentarily, adrenaline taking over, Khari made his way across the room.  He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.  Summoning up all his courage, his fist clenched tightly, he stepped into the doorway to discover what sort of gruesome crime scene would lie before him.

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I define love as the safety and comfort of knowing that someone cares about me and has my best interests at heart.  It is having someone’s back always and valuing that person’s time, spirit, talents, and potential.  How do you define it? 

I define love as sharing all of myself with someone and knowing that they still see value and worth in me and that choose to be with me. How do you define it? 

I define love as intimacy.  It’s having a secret language, a knowing look that I can communicate with my partner from across a crowded room.  How do you define it? 

I define love as hearing music in my lover’s breathing when my lover is asleep next to me.  How do you define it? 

I define love as subconsciously reaching out to hold hands when we’re taking a walk without even thinking about it.  How do you define it? 

I define love as respecting my partner enough not to do anything detrimental to the relationship because I value and honor my partner’s feelings MORE than I do a cheap thrill or instant gratification.  How do you define it? 

I define love as working hard at being a better person and a better partner because I know that we is always stronger than me.  How do you define it? 

I define love as compromise, cooperation, and teamwork.  It’s working together toward common goals and building a future together.  How do you define it? 

I define love as honesty.  It’s telling the truth knowing that lies and dishonesty destroy the trust upon which healthy relationships are built.  It’s not lies of omission, it’s not small, white lies, it’s not trickery and deceit, it’s not cheating.  How do you define it? 

I define love as putting aside my pride that makes me afraid of being vulnerable or emotionally open with my partner.  How do you define it? 

I define love as passion.  It’s wanting, desiring, craving to experience pleasure with my partner that I can’t experience with anyone else because I have given a piece of my heart to them and they know all my fantasies, my desires and secrets, and they are invested in pleasing me.  How do you define it? 

I define love as sharing all my fantasies and my most sexual self with a person and knowing that they will accept me and love me.  How do you define it? 

I define love as maturity.  It’s not choosing a partner just because they are attractive or they have money or because I don’t want to be alone.  How do you define it? 

I define love as evaluating the qualities of that person’s heart.  Is that person kind, caring, considerate, empathetic?  Do they have integrity, are their goals compatible with mine?  Do they fit me, meaning are the things they like consistent and not in opposition to my goals?  How do you define it? 

I define love as family.  It’s a desire to form a bond greater than blood. It’s a choice to know someone, and to have them know me inside and out.  How do you define it? 

I define love as a magical feeling that I get when I share time, space, and chemistry with someone who fills that empty space in my heart, who is the key to my lock.  How do you define it? 

I define love as a warm feeling, like a warm blanket on a cool night and it wraps around me and I breathe easier, I sigh a sigh of relief like I am home.  How do you define it? 

That’s what love is to ME.  What is love to you?  How do you define it? 

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Here are my AfroerotiK words of wisdom for the day.  YOU CANNOT COMPARTMENTALIZE YOUR SEXUALITY.  You cannot live a double life.  You cannot pretend to be one thing and be driven by the complete opposite.  You cannot be driven by sex to fill the empty parts of your life and then deny your desires and fantasies when the arousal is gone.  You can not lie to yourself.  You must embrace the light and the dark within you and understand that our sexuality is a gift, not an act to merely experience a nut.  You have to know that whatever it is that gets you off is OK to feel or otherwise it will consume you like a cancer and you will never be free from you demons.  That is precisely why I am fanatical about speaking truth to power, embracing all sides of myself, being comfortable with the skin I’m in so that I don’t go out and do something stupid that will endanger my life or wreck havoc on the lives of other’s.  You don’t have to tell the world your sexual secrets but you at least have to be honest with yourself.  We don’t have to be perfect in this life.  Life does require that we must be authentic and true to ourselves, however.  When you are ashamed of your sexuality, you cheat, lie, you do dangerous and unhealthy things and then you put on a face like you are perfect to the world.  I’m here to say that it will bite you in the ass in the long run.  This I promise.  I’m Scottie Lowe and I approve of this message. 

I have a bizarre fetish.  I get off on people telling me their deepest, darkest sexual secrets.  I love to know what gets people off in private, the things that they don’t want to tell anyone else because they fear being shamed or ridiculed.  I get so turned on when people open up to me and tell me the dirty, nasty, filthy, perverted, depraved, taboo, immoral fantasies they have.  Do you get off on something you know is wrong but you can’t help yourself?  Do you enjoy something forbidden that you can’t tell anyone else?  Tell me.  I crave knowing the things that get people off that they don’t want to tell anyone else.Send me an anonymous message sharing your sexual secrets. 

Ladies, you feel me on this one, don’t you?  There is nothing in the world like the feeling of being penetrated, that first thrust, that initial sensation that takes your breath away.  When arousal turns to lust and you are desperate for that connection and you know nothing will satisfy you but being filled.  You’re wet and slippery and your senses are heightened.  You want, no crave that feeling of a hard dick pushing inside you, completing you.  FUCK! There is no other sensation that compares to that first plunge that massages your walls and connects you to your lover.