Now Playing Tracks

I certainly don’t have all the answers of the universe but I’m pretty sure sex is not supposed to be for recreation, it’s not supposed to be about manipulation or power or abuse. I’m almost positive it’s not supposed to be for money and it’s not supposed to occur without connection. Sex is not supposed to be about cheating or lying. Sex is supposed to be about pleasure, passion, connection, intimacy, pair bonding, ecstasy, and dare I say LOVE. I’m pretty sure sex is supposed to be healthy and wonderful and we are meant to connect on spiritual/sexual levels with other human beings and experience the bliss and learn our lessons and grow but it’s become something shameful and dirty and people are driven by lust and have no grasp of the larger implications. We are disconnected from our divine selves because we have been socialized to view sex as something naughty and forbidden and thus we’ve become slaves to lust and are missing the bigger picture.

As Smooth as Silk

 

I like to splurge sometimes on life’s little luxuries.  It makes me feel sexy to have some of the world’s finest silk caressing my body beneath the severe business suits I have to wear during the day.  Delicate satins, sheer lingerie, and alluring teddies in red, black or pink contrast my conservative public demeanor quite uniquely. 

Of course, at night, I can completely let my hair down and be as decadent as I want to be.  Just know that tonight, I’ve taken an especially long time bathing, pampering myself and making sure every square inch of my body, from my perfectly pedicured red toes to my matching red fingertips, is soft, supple, and waiting for you to explore.  While we are at the restaurant dining, you can imagine my full breasts encased in black lace, waiting to be released so you can suck my hard nipples.  If you think you can be discrete so no one else will notice, you can slide your hand up under my skirt and caress my thighs.  My matching black lace panties are already moist and my pussy is leaking with sweet juices in preparation for your mouth, licking my hardened clit, sucking my wet, slippery folds, tongue fucking my hot hole.  Do you like the way my ass looks in these panties, with my butt cheeks peeking seductively out from the bottom?  Would you like to peel them down and stick your tongue between those full mounds of brown flesh? MMmmm. 

My silk stockings are imports directly from France.  The seam runs perfectly up my sculpted calf and the sexy lace at the top is secured with my garter belt.  We have to be especially careful not to run them, so perhaps you might want to use extra caution when removing my black, patent-leather high-heeled stilettos.  A nice foot massage would feel really nice; feeling your hands caress my high arches and your mouth sucking my toes would drive me crazy.  You licking and sucking my nylon-covered foot feels so fucking good and I won’t be able to help but rub my other foot on your hard dick, desperate to be freed from your pants while I sensually rub my stockinged foot up and down your shaft.  Of course, if you like, we can keep my stockings and garters on while you fuck me, feeling my silk-covered legs wrapped around you as you drive your erection in my hot, tight, pussy over and over as I call out your name.  You can pump your stiff meat in me and use the straps of my garters as reigns to fuck me from behind.  I love playing dress up for you.  I love the feel of your hands caressing my sexy, satin covered body as you tell me you love the way it feels.  Come on lover, what are you waiting for? 

Copyright 2008 AfroerotiK

Toyz ‘R Us | AfroerotiK

Monique climbed on the bed and propped herself up, watching a new video on the screen, Sensu-Soul.  She’d never seen anything like it before.  It was the most sensual, erotic, intimate display of love-making she’d ever seen with two Black people.  It was almost as if she was peeking into someone’s bedroom, watching their most intimate moments.  Watching it immediately got her in the mood.  The next thing on the agenda was a little round of foreplay, courtesy of a board game AJ had purchased.  They didn’t even bother with the rules, they were both winners as they began to lick and suck each other in all sorts of sensual places. 

Toyz ‘R Us | AfroerotiK

MAN OVERBOARD!  Isn’t that always the case when men set out to do something though?  They always seem to do a little too much, go a little too far, take things to the extreme.  AJ was no exception.  In his defense, however, his motives were entirely genuine and, quite possibly, there was no such thing as too much when it comes to seducing one’s wife.  When it comes to husbands, he ranked up there at the top of the list.  There was no special occasion, no hallmark event to celebrate; he just wanted to let his wife know that he loved her.  He loved her more than he could put into words.  He adored her from a place so deep, so profound, that words couldn’t adequately describe the feelings in his heart.  Monique was his world, his reason for being, his best friend, and this was his way of saying, “I’m a better man for having you in my life.”  Okay, so maybe he did go a little overboard when planning the special weekend but in the grand scheme of life, he could be forgiven for it.

Round One | AfroerotiK

She needed to take charge of this ship, show him who was in control.  She made him stand, nothing for support.  She grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind him.  He could obviously overpower her so his compliance was symbolic of the fact that he wanted to relinquish power.  She knelt before him and surveyed her prize.  She began to kiss him softly, eliciting gentle moans of pleasure from him.  She heard a sharp intake of breath as she enveloped him with her mouth.  Softly, gently, she licked him.  His knees began to buckle and he wanted to lean on something or pull her to him, but he couldn’t she was now the master artisan, painting indescribable pleasure with her mouth.

Becoming One | AfroerotiK

Their kisses fed their hunger for one another.  They feasted on each other, drank of each other’s essence.  Scottie spread her legs and awaited her moment of reckoning.  He lowered his mouth to her sweet center.  Her slippery and sweet juices were flowing freely.  Her lips were parted slightly, exposing her silken and pink center.  His tongue softly flicked at her clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire body.  Scottie’s body jerked and shook every time his lips sucked her sensitive button.  The more he licked the wetter she became. Her moans and utterances of profane and graphic directions were music to his ears.  “Baby, I love the way you lick my pussy … oh shit … fuck … yesssss.  . . finger me.  Oh, it feels so good.”  Ken cupped her ass in his hands and pulled her pussy to his mouth and drove his tongue deep inside her.  “Baby, I need you inside me now. NOW,” she was desperate and frantic with her plea.  Scottie was lost in so much pleasure her tears began to flow as freely as the cum that coated Ken’s face. 

On the Day we Reunite | AfroerotiK

Believe me, I’m going to take my time working your hard dick up in me.  I want you to feel my hard nipples crushed against your chest as you fill your hands with my ass.  I want to ride you hard and deep, making you feel every inch of my hot, wet walls.  I want to hear you moan and scream out my name.  I want to ride you hard and cum on your dick while you lay back and watch me pleasure myself.   When you’re ready, I want you to flip me over and hit it from behind and stroke long and hard and deep and so I can feel every inch of your love for me. 

After Dinner Treats

Her breathing was calm; I could tell she was having a peaceful dream.  I love watching her sleep; it is my private time to revel in her beauty and sweetness.  Hours earlier, she wasn’t the serene and slumbering vision that lay before me.  Earlier, she was a woman in charge, driving me to heights of passion that most men only dream about. 

I had taken her to dinner just to give her a special treat … and somewhere in between the appetizer and the salad; my girl decided that she had to have me, come hell or high water.  Damn!  I love that feeling.  She went to the ladies room and returned with a slightly damp pair of panties discreetly in her hand and a seductively wicked smile on her face.  She dropped the panties in my lap as she slid back into her seat, exposing her bare mound for my eyes only.  They couldn’t have weighed more than a few ounces but the presence of her red silk panties lying there against my hard-on made them seem like a ton of bricks.  I desperately wanted to hold them to my nose and inhale her sexy scent but I dared not in the very public restaurant. 

“Uhhh, waiter, check please.”  I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.  My lady had other plans as she told him to come back later with the bill.  She slid her chair closer to me, undid my pants barely beneath the fringe of white linen tablecloth and freed my raging erection.  Her silky smooth fingers gently caressing me made me want to nut right there.  She took a breadstick from the table and lowered it out of my view.  She was squirming and moaning ever so slightly indicating that she was doing really naughty things with that thing.  I wanted to pull that, “Oh, I dropped my napkin let me get it under the table” trick but that only happens in fake assed porno’s.  When she put that breadstick in her mouth and started to suck it like it was my dick I almost threw her on the table and fucked her right there for the entire world to see. 

I left the waiter the biggest tip he’d ever gotten in his life and I couldn’t wait to get to the car.  Apparently, neither could my girl.  She was all over me.  It’s a good thing the windows of my truck are tinted.  Once completely inside, she leaned over unzipped my pants and wrapped her full, wet, thick lips around my dick and sucked me until I was moaning.  It was the sloppy, wet kinda blowjob where you know your girl is doing it because she loves it and not because she’s obligated to do it.  She was rolling my balls in her fingers and stroking me off at the same time.  I felt myself about to lose it and I grabbed my shit to keep from busting a nut and I tried to conjure up images that would keep me from having to explain funny white stains to my car detailer and to my drycleaner. 

She wouldn’t stop.  She pulled her dress up and slid over in my lap.  She undid the buttons on her blouse and pulled her nipples out of her bra.  I sucked those perfect, hard, brown pebbles as she guided my dick to her hole. 

Her pussy was so hot and wet I could feel her flesh pull me inside.  I grabbed a handful of that ass and held on tight as she used my dick for her pleasure.  Her pussy was gripping my dick so hard it felt like a vice, a velvety, smooth, hot wet vice nonetheless.  That ridge inside her was working the spot on the head of my dick and was driving me insane. 

We were both moaning like crazy.  She was grinding on me, smothering me with her titties.  I was slapping that ass and my dick was in heaven.  I felt her strong brown thighs grip me and I knew she was cumming.  Man!  I coated every single inch of her womb I came so hard. 

I wish I could say that I fucked the shit out of her when I got home but I would be lying.  Truthfully, she rode me until my dick was sore.  We both surrendered to the exhaustion you feel at the end of the most satisfying and delicious night. 

Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK  All Rights Reserved



The State of Black Erotica

Even with the proliferation banal Black entertainment and the horrendous mediocrity of porn, there are still those who value the melodies and harmonies of jazz, who feel the angst of Morrison’s Beloved, who treasure the beauty of Alvin Ailey’s Revelations, and who appreciate the artistry of true erotica.  Long gone are the days when we dog-eared the pages of Erotique Noire and quoted passages to our lovers in steamy late-night phone calls.  Truly empowering erotica lifts us up, paints a picture of our lives and our sexuality that have nothing to do with exchanging sex for money or adultery but that allows us sensual release and to mentally travel to a place of sights, sounds, sensations, and tastes that arouse all of our senses.

The Original Man | AfroerotiK

The power of a people reside in how they tell their stories.  For descendents of slaves, African Americans, we don’t have many written records of the powerful stories our ancestors.  The voices of those whose blood courses through our veins were effectively silenced by the system of chattel slavery.  Slavery isn’t even something we as Black people want to talk about; it’s something we want to place in its own little compartment and reference it when we’re talking about racism and put it right back the second we start to feel pangs of inferiority and shame. Yet, there were true tales of survival, triumph, fortitude, enduring love, and even lust that slaves shared that have gone untold for centuries.  This is one such story.

The Thrill of Exposure | AfroerotiK

Exhibitionists experience arousal being seen in sexually explicit situations by others. Some people just like the concept of being flirtatious with their partner but not really getting caught. In a society where so many people are ashamed of their fantasies and fetishes, it’s refreshing to find someone who understands the benefits of spicing up their relationship with new and exciting scenarios.

Pregnant with Desire | AfroerotiK

When a woman is with child, sex can be, for her and her partner, especially arousing.  There is still much shame and misinformation about sex during pregnancy being perpetuated.  This short piece is a testimony of true love and the intimate, bonding, and unique connection that can only be experienced at the beginning of life. 

To Tumblr, Love Pixel Union