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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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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Kissing is the way humans show their affection, attraction, and passion for one another.  That first kiss is always the most memorable, isn’t it?  You know it’s coming and the anticipation is maddening.  The flirting and the dance of seduction are over; it’s time to connect more intimately.  Your heart starts to race and your breathing gets more labored.  You move in close; you can feel the heat from their body and your head tilts to find that perfect approach.  Soft, full, sensuous lips, a gentle, yielding tongue.  It’s that first kiss that solidifies the connection and sets the stage for even greater intimacy. 

I’m lonely.  I miss the sensations that only a brotha can bring.  I want to make love.  I want to join body, mind, and spirit together in a hot, sweaty union of passion and bliss.  I want to fuck for hours: tasting, touching, exploring and every inch of his body.  I want to feel my orgasm building to a fevered pitch, feeling the pleasure consume my body as I fight it, as I struggle to channel that energy up my chakras through the top of my head.  I miss the sensation of my juices flowing freely, that slippery, sticky sweat coating our bodies. 

My fantasy … .

Seated at the table, meal before you, I come over to you.  I slide your chair back and face you, straddle your lap.  Without words and without pretense, I take hold of your dick and position it at my core.  I stare deep in your eyes and ask you if you are ready.  Intentionally and skillfully, I make my descent.  I slide down on you, settling into position with you buried deep inside me.  It’s tight, it’s wet, it’s hot.

 You are grinding your hips in the chair and I stop you.  This is about you receiving pleasure.  I use my muscles alone to squeeze you.  I’m milking your dick with little or no movement at all.  Your hands grab a handful of ass and start pulling me closer to you.  “Aren’t you hungry?”  I take some muffin and place it in your mouth.  The melted butter runs down my fingers.  I’m grinding on your dick more now.  Next, I take some fruit in my hands and feed you the pieces.  You are sucking my fingers and the juices respectively as I start to slide up and down on you. 

Your mouth finds my right nipple and starts sucking like a man possessed.  I wipe the juice left on my fingers on my left nipple and without instruction your mouth finds that one.  The muscles in my legs are tensed now as I ride you with force.  I’m sliding up and down on your dick, my juices are coating you.  I lean closer to you and whisper in your ear,” You created me.  My passions are your passions.  Your perversions, mine also.  I thought you wanted to fuck me.  What are you waiting for?”

I struggle with finding suitable partners, ones to whom I attracted, who meet my criteria, and who appreciate what I bring to the table.  I’m most assuredly, unquestionably sapiosexual; I’ve yet to meet the man who is too intellectual for me, so finding someone who stimulates me mentally (notice I didn’t say challenges me mentally, I ABHOR verbal sparring with my partner) is essential.  That eliminates quite a few men from my potential dating pool.  I’ve dated men who were smart, I’ve dated men who were intelligent, I’ve even dated those who were not particularly bright, but nothing compares to dating an academic and an intellectual in my book.  I don’t need to date Einstein (although, Neil Degrasse Tyson, if you’re reading this, get at me) but I mos def need a man who thinks outside the box, who sees things beyond black and white, who has challenged the status quo.  I’m tall, I’m outspoken, I wear my hair short and natural, and I’m AfroerotiK, and that intimidates a lot of men.  Bam, my dating pool just got infinitely smaller.  I’m convinced, beyond the shadow of a doubt in fact, that there is a man out there who will find me attractive, whom I find attractive, who meets my criteria (I will not settle for anything less than a Black man who is HONEST, a man of integrity, socially and politically liberal, and emotionally mature) AND who appreciates all that I have to offer. 

I am the real deal.  If I have to say so myself, I’m quite the package, or as applies in this metaphor, I bring a lot to the table.  First and foremost, my table is set with fine china, linens, crystal and sterling silver cutlery.  I’m far from ghetto.  I’m not average, mediocre, or typical.  I’m sophisticated, worldly, traveled, well-read, educated and I come from a family of professional, intellectuals, and activists.  I carry myself like a queen because I am descended from royalty.  I don’t do drugs, I’ve never engaged in any illegal activity, I don’t associate with riff raff, degenerates, or those prone to drama.  The table itself is reflective of five-star dining. This ain’t no take out joint or chain restaurant. 

What’s on the menu?  Well let’s start out with the appetizer.  How about a woman who is mentally stable, a great communicator, pathologically honest, of above average intellect, creative, talented, and independent?  I’m not at all superficial or materialistic; I’m extremely grounded and down to earth.  I’m loyal, a great friend, and trustworthy.  I’m a great cook and very domestic but a phenomenal entrepreneur to boot. I’m socially conscious and empathetic and very much an advocate for the oppressed. 

Is that enough to whet your appetite?  Well for the main course we have a woman who has a HUGE heart and who is unbelievably loving.  Caring, affectionate, romantic, and thoughtful are all words that accurately describe how I behave in a relationship.  Do you like gifts and surprises for no reason?  Perhaps you like a woman who is spontaneous and adventurous?  That’s me.  I will be supportive, I will help you fulfill your dreams, I will take excellent care of you when you’re sick, and be your biggest cheerleader.  I won’t give up on the relationship; I’ll work hard at it to make it happy and satisfying for both of us.  Compromise is my middle name and I’m never so arrogant as not to admit when I’m wrong. 

And for dessert … ahhhhh … dessert is the sweetest, most mouth-watering treat imaginable.  My sex is like whoa.  I do not give my body away indiscriminately; I’m very selective with my partners so if you get to taste this rare delicacy, consider yourself lucky.  Once you get it, once you get my juicy, hot, sticky, sweet, wet love it is all yours, and no one else’s.  I am a fanatic about keeping the fires burning in a relationship and seduction is an art form I’ve mastered.  My passion burns hot and I love to express it all the time.  Intimacy is my drug of choice and I’m addicted to it.  Prepare yourself for a night of extended foreplay, beautiful love-making, and finished off with sweaty, loud, primal fucking over and over and over again. 

What’s the cost of this sumptuous meal?  Your commitment to me and the relationship, your complete honesty, and your love.  Not a very high price to pay for such an exquisite meal. 

Copyright 2011 AfroerotiK

I have a clear vision of what I want, crave, and need from a lover.  AfroerotiK is not just my company, my brand, a vehicle for my writing, it is my philosophy.  AfroerotiK is how I live my life.  My lover, the man who will ultimately get to share my body in ways that few will ever tastes the pleasures of, is someone who does not feel the need to degrade me during sex.  While I understand clearly that the prevalence of porn and women who have been socialized to be objects creates an almost understated forgone conclusion that women will want to be called a bitch, whore, and a slut during sex, that we will want to be pounded, slapped, and made to suck dick, gag, and willingly accept cum on our faces or down our throats and enjoy it, I am absolutely NOT aroused by or interested in any such treatment.  That doesn’t mean that I need slow and gentle lovemaking with candles burning and Teddy Pendergrass playing in the background every time.  I just need the simple acknowledgment that he understands that my body is a gift to him and that I don’t feel any arousal at being objectified, used, or humiliated.