AfroerotiK

Erotic provocateur, racially-influenced humanist, relentless champion for the oppressed, and facilitator for social change, Scottie Lowe is the brain child, creative genius and the blood, sweat, and tears behind AfroerotiK. Intended to be part academic, part educational, and part sensual, she, yes SHE gave birth to the website to provide people of African descent a place to escape the narrow-mined, stereotypical, limiting and oft-times degrading beliefs that abound about our sexuality. No, not all Black men are driven by lust by white flesh or to create babies and walk away. No, not all Black women are promiscuous welfare queens. And as hard as it may be to believe, no, not all gay Black men are feminine, down low, or HIV positive. Scottie is putting everything on the table to discuss, debate, and dismantle stereotypes in a healthy exchange of ideas. She hopes to provide a more holistic, informed, and enlightened discussion of Black sexuality and dreams of helping couples be more open, honest, and adventurous in their relationships.

Saturday, August 29, 2009

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

2 comments:

Vampmaster said...

I know i need to shower. It's not that you don't like my smell, that musky smell that let you know I'm ready for anything, but it's that we will be having dinner tonight.

I hope you will wear those french stocks I love, and the victoria secret lace underwear, with that garther belt that i love so much.

I pay special attention to the details, I shave close all over my body, but make sure my beard is not completely smooth... I want to be a little scratchy... that edge that will allow me to love your venus mount softly and at the same time scratch your inner thihgs when you try to close those legs over my head.

I perfume myself, Channel for men, a little too sweet but indeed an aroma that transmits my love for you... and i decide to use the french silk socks that will extend our pleasure. Those little details, like having the perfect press on my black suit, and the perfect red tie over my white shirt... I surely look nice, like born to seduce... but in the end i look like that cause i'm meeting my woman, and I will seduce her.

When i see you walk in, I start savouring all the pleasures the night might have for us... as you sit down, and as the waiter is asking for our order and explaining the special, my hand slowly caresses your inner thighs, as i comment... Today's special sounds great, and wink to you.

I'm not sure if I will be able to go through the dinner, knowing that I have the most beautifull girl of he world eating next to me.

Every piece i eat, every sip of wine, is just a prelude where my taste is preparing my five senses to the pleasures your feet, your pussy, and your ass will bring. I specially want to lick your nipples, and caress your breasts.

I want to start on your feet, and nibble your toes... each at a time, but i need to be careful, so that the stocks don't run...

Unknown said...

The only form of the "beginning" of romance that is most constructive/healthy for me is when she is(following logic and seeking truth)about the system of racism/white-supremacy
long before we hit the sack.