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.
Excerpt from Queening for a Day from the book Minority Affairs She grabbed his cock roughly and pulled him to the center of the living room, there was a clear plastic sheet on the floor. She made him stand there as she circled him, stroking his cock to full erection and then rubbing her strapon against it. “You like that big, black, dick, don’t you?” Bret nodded. “Answer me; let me hear you say it.” Bret mumbled in the affirmative but that was the best he could do. He felt like he was high. Shauntay pulled her breasts from the top of her bra, exposing her erect, dark, chocolate nipples. She rubbed them on his torso and he knew better than to reach out and touch them, to drop to his knees and suck them like he longed to do. She rubbed them sensually and then wet her finger and traced her areola. She cupped his balls and squeezed them hard, making Bret cry out in pain and his knees buckle. “I told you to ANSWER ME!” http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0095JNHBQ
Excerpt from My Perfect Pet from the book Minority Affairs
I created Michael. I made him from a vision formed from my perverse imagination. When I met him online all those many years ago, he was submissive and eager but he needed to be molded. Without a doubt his blond hair, blue eyes, his transparent pink skin and inherent slutty nature, and, of course, his laughably small but typical white cock made him a prime candidate for my particular brand of racial domination. He had to learn a very expensive lesson after he sent out a racist email about Obama. He had to pay and pay dearly for that little mistake. I asked him how, in fact, he could profess to be submissive to Blacks in private, especially intelligent, articulate, professional Black men exactly like Obama but espouse racist thoughts to his friends and co-workers. He had no answer other than to feign outrage, behave arrogantly, lie, and deny – behavior absolutely typical of white men when they are wrong. Learning that expensive lesson humbled him. He recognized how fucked up he was to profess love and worship of Black men in private, to crave denigration and humiliation from men of African descent sexually and then pretend he was superior in public.
Excerpt from Law and Order from the book Minority Affairs
Katie wanted and needed to feel desirable. She had an intense, deep-seeded need to feel sexy and that led her to late-night Skype sessions and clandestined meetings with strangers in dark alleys and random lover’s cars to fulfill her need to feel wanted. It was her compulsion. She wallowed in immoral reverie night and day, always looking for another opportunity to feel her pussy get wet and her clit get hard at the illicit suggestion of one of her fuck buddies. She was, and is, so very typical of white women all across the country who feign indignation, shock, horror, and conservative outrage at anyone who gets caught cheating while she is committing the very same sin herself. And because race is still such a taboo subject, and because Black sexuality is so deeply entrenched in white America’s secret lusts, it was not hard for her to rationalize that her husband would NEVER in ten million years understand her desire to be an insatiable, cocksucking slut for a very well-hung Black man.
Excerpt from Dominant Black Tales from the book Minority Affairs
For years, his attraction to Black women had consumed his every fantasy. He loved their strength and their assuredness. He loved their comfort and sophistication. White women hadn’t aroused him in the better part of four years or more. They were insignificant to him except on the rare occasion he fantasized about having a white wife that would be a slut for black cock. Occasionally, he would dream of having a white wife that craved huge black cocks fucking her mouth, pussy and asshole unmercilessly while he served the Black wives of those men in whatever degrading or humiliating ways they saw fit. Those thoughts didn’t seem realistic, his conservative wife would never think of such things, so he dismissed them as a fleeting fantasy. He was comfy defining himself as submissive to Black women. A submissive of the most extreme proportions. If he were to allow himself to be honest and frank about his own desires, there had been many nights he has dreamed of being forced to be a cross-dressing sissy for Black cock, but he wanted to be “forced” so he could absolve himself of the guilt of desiring those yummy Black studs. He allowed himself to freely fantasize about Black women all the time, and all the things that he would do for them.
Excerpt from Black Daddy Domination from the book Minority Affairs
Scott Clair hated his whiteness. He wasn’t able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superior. Whiteness was his disease, magnified by a Napoleonic complex of huge proportions given his height of 5’1”. He suffered from narcissism extraordinaire. In his delusional mind, the universe owed him an apology for his height and he compensated for it by singing “Woe is me,” every chance he got-- the 12” extended, remix, house music version. Lying was his first nature, he could construct a tale of deceit without so much as the blink of an eye, all to make himself seem more important or to perpetuate an image of his false sense of superiority. He treated people as objects to use and didn’t give a damn who was hurt, used, or annoyed in the process. He felt he was the sun, the chosen son, around whom all the world had an obligation to rotate.
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Excerpt from Queening for a Day from the book Minority Affairs
She grabbed his cock roughly and pulled him to the center of the living room, there was a clear plastic sheet on the floor. She made him stand there as she circled him, stroking his cock to full erection and then rubbing her strapon against it. “You like that big, black, dick, don’t you?” Bret nodded. “Answer me; let me hear you say it.” Bret mumbled in the affirmative but that was the best he could do. He felt like he was high. Shauntay pulled her breasts from the top of her bra, exposing her erect, dark, chocolate nipples. She rubbed them on his torso and he knew better than to reach out and touch them, to drop to his knees and suck them like he longed to do. She rubbed them sensually and then wet her finger and traced her areola. She cupped his balls and squeezed them hard, making Bret cry out in pain and his knees buckle. “I told you to ANSWER ME!”
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0095JNHBQ
Excerpt from My Perfect Pet from the book Minority Affairs
I created Michael. I made him from a vision formed from my perverse imagination. When I met him online all those many years ago, he was submissive and eager but he needed to be molded. Without a doubt his blond hair, blue eyes, his transparent pink skin and inherent slutty nature, and, of course, his laughably small but typical white cock made him a prime candidate for my particular brand of racial domination. He had to learn a very expensive lesson after he sent out a racist email about Obama. He had to pay and pay dearly for that little mistake. I asked him how, in fact, he could profess to be submissive to Blacks in private, especially intelligent, articulate, professional Black men exactly like Obama but espouse racist thoughts to his friends and co-workers. He had no answer other than to feign outrage, behave arrogantly, lie, and deny – behavior absolutely typical of white men when they are wrong. Learning that expensive lesson humbled him. He recognized how fucked up he was to profess love and worship of Black men in private, to crave denigration and humiliation from men of African descent sexually and then pretend he was superior in public.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0095JNHBQ
Excerpt from Law and Order from the book Minority Affairs
Katie wanted and needed to feel desirable. She had an intense, deep-seeded need to feel sexy and that led her to late-night Skype sessions and clandestined meetings with strangers in dark alleys and random lover’s cars to fulfill her need to feel wanted. It was her compulsion. She wallowed in immoral reverie night and day, always looking for another opportunity to feel her pussy get wet and her clit get hard at the illicit suggestion of one of her fuck buddies. She was, and is, so very typical of white women all across the country who feign indignation, shock, horror, and conservative outrage at anyone who gets caught cheating while she is committing the very same sin herself. And because race is still such a taboo subject, and because Black sexuality is so deeply entrenched in white America’s secret lusts, it was not hard for her to rationalize that her husband would NEVER in ten million years understand her desire to be an insatiable, cocksucking slut for a very well-hung Black man.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0095JNHBQ
Excerpt from Dominant Black Tales from the book Minority Affairs
For years, his attraction to Black women had consumed his every fantasy. He loved their strength and their assuredness. He loved their comfort and sophistication. White women hadn’t aroused him in the better part of four years or more. They were insignificant to him except on the rare occasion he fantasized about having a white wife that would be a slut for black cock. Occasionally, he would dream of having a white wife that craved huge black cocks fucking her mouth, pussy and asshole unmercilessly while he served the Black wives of those men in whatever degrading or humiliating ways they saw fit. Those thoughts didn’t seem realistic, his conservative wife would never think of such things, so he dismissed them as a fleeting fantasy. He was comfy defining himself as submissive to Black women. A submissive of the most extreme proportions. If he were to allow himself to be honest and frank about his own desires, there had been many nights he has dreamed of being forced to be a cross-dressing sissy for Black cock, but he wanted to be “forced” so he could absolve himself of the guilt of desiring those yummy Black studs. He allowed himself to freely fantasize about Black women all the time, and all the things that he would do for them.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0095JNHBQ
Excerpt from Black Daddy Domination from the book Minority Affairs
Scott Clair hated his whiteness. He wasn’t able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superior. Whiteness was his disease, magnified by a Napoleonic complex of huge proportions given his height of 5’1”. He suffered from narcissism extraordinaire. In his delusional mind, the universe owed him an apology for his height and he compensated for it by singing “Woe is me,” every chance he got-- the 12” extended, remix, house music version. Lying was his first nature, he could construct a tale of deceit without so much as the blink of an eye, all to make himself seem more important or to perpetuate an image of his false sense of superiority. He treated people as objects to use and didn’t give a damn who was hurt, used, or annoyed in the process. He felt he was the sun, the chosen son, around whom all the world had an obligation to rotate.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0095JNHBQ
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