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.

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Saturday, September 05, 2009

On my Mind

Blowing his Mind

The beauty of our relationship is the perfect balance we've achieved. He cooks, I clean. He can invite the boys over to play Madden football and never hear a peep out of me. I can host my book club every month without any hassle. He'll even make us a fabulous lunch to boot. We work together, play together, pray together, and our sex life is out of this world.

We were sitting back, watching TV like any ordinary evening and I decided that I wanted to step things up a notch. "Sweetie, would you like another glass of wine," I asked, knowing full well that it was something else entirely I had in mind to drink. He kissed me on my neck and said, "Thanks babe," as I wiggled out of his arms and headed for the kitchen. I took a little detour and headed for the bedroom for a change of wardrobe. When I came back, I stood directly in front of the TV with a simple, elegant red silk nightie and matching heels.

He reached for the remote and clicked the TV off, leaving us bathed in the light of a single white candle. I took his strong hand in mine and pulled him to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed as he filled his hands with the fullness of my ass. I kissed my way down his neck and across his shoulders. For a brief moment, he tried to head us toward the bedroom but I would have no such thing. I stopped him right there and knelt in front of him.

Kneeling before him, I pulled the string to his sweats and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. His dick was already starting to get engorged and throb. Softly, gently, I took it in my hands and brought the head to my mouth. I felt his hands caress my head and shoulders as I surveyed my prize. Teasingly, I let my tongue tenderly touch the slit, sending shivers down his spine. I rolled his balls around in my fingers and began to explore his growing erection further with my tongue.

From base to head, I licked. I used my mouth to explore every millimeter of his thickening tool until he was as hard as a rock and ready for more. When I placed the head in my mouth, I heard him let out a gentle moan. My objective was for him to let out quite a bit more than a moan so I continued to pleasure him with my mouth and tongue. I slid my soft, full lips down his shaft and back again, looking up at him with a wink. I could feel his knees buckle just a bit as I did it once more, this time, just a bit harder. I wanted to let him know exactly who was in control.

His precum was leaking and he kept saying, "Oh shit, don't stop, that feels so good" so I knew he was ready for everything I had to give. I took his dick in my mouth and swallowed him whole, the head of his dick deep in my throat. I grabbed his ass just as he tried to push me away. He never wants to cum before me so his instinct is always to make me stop before he nuts. Grabbing the base of his thickness, I looked up at him and I said, "Cum in my mouth."
I really shouldn't have been so cruel because I know all his triggers and every time I he would get close to eruption, I would stop. I sucked his dick, licked it, I swallowed it and begged for more. The room filled with his chanting and moaning and the sounds of my sloppy, wet blowjob. I lowered the straps of my lingerie and he filled his hands with my full breasts, kneading them and softly pinching my hardened nipples. I moaned around his dick and slid my finger between my moist folds of my pussy to give him a little taste. For a brief moment, he sucked my finger like I was sucking his dick.

With my finger wet, I spread his legs and worked the tip of my finger in his asshole. I knew it wouldn't be long so I used every trick in the book I had. I licked, I sucked, I licked some more. "Come on baby, give it to me. Shoot your hot cum in my mouth. Mmmm, let me taste it. Come on baby, fuck my mouth." I deep throated his dick and pushed against his spot and he exploded in my mouth, falling back on the sofa out of pure exhaustion, whimpering like a baby, satisfied like a man.

Copyright 2009 AfroerotiK

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Where the Boys Are

He undressed in front of me and my dick got hard as a rock. We worked out in the same gym so I had seen him naked before but not like this. This time, I knew it was about to get hot and heavy. He slid out of his boxer briefs and he was already hard. I didn’t waste a minute. I quickly got out of my clothes and got on my knees to suck that big dick. I didn’t have time for kissing and foreplay; I wanted to suck the hell out of him.

I grabbed his ass and pulled him forward. I tried to swallow that motha’ fucka’ whole. I used my lips, tongue and throat to make him never forget the head I was giving him. I stopped sucking him long enough to get my finger wet and work it up his asshole. He loved it because he started fucking my mouth like it was a pussy and telling me to take every inch.

I could feel the head of his dick in my throat with every thrust. I was rolling those balls around and I could feel them tighten up.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum, Suck that big dick. Take it!”

I pulled his dick out and jacked it at the same tempo I was stroking my own. He aimed at my tongue and shot at least five times in my hungry mouth. I savored every last drop and licked my lips to let him know I wanted more. I was ready to get down and dirty and that blowjob was just the beginning.

Copyright 2004

Friday, August 21, 2009

The Taste of You on My Lips

My dear, sweet, sensuous lover, I woke up in the middle of the night last night. I had the most incredible dream. It seemed so real, so lifelike; it took me a few minutes to pull myself together. I awoke last night with the taste of you on my lips. Even though you had not been there, I swear I could taste the salty skin of your neck, like when I kiss you there right after you play ball with the fellas. I could hear your gentle moans, like when I suck your fingers with every intention of letting you know that’s not what I want to be sucking.

I had dreams of tasting, licking, and sucking every inch of your smooth, cinnamon colored skin. I had to realize it was only a dream and not the reality of my mouth giving you indescribable pleasure, my soft tongue licking you all over and not the reality of my lips kissing you in places that drive you crazy. Like I know that it drives you wild when I suck and bite your nipples. I know for a fact that it’s sweet torture for you when I trace my tongue all the way down your back, to the base of your spine, and tease you with my mouth on that smooth, round, brown bottom of yours. It all felt so real.

I wonder if you could feel it too? Did you dream of me kissing you on the backs of your thighs, my tongue in your sexy little belly button, or maybe you felt the sensation of me tonguing you in naughty, unspeakable places. I sure as hell felt every luscious detail. I could feel you get as hard as a rock in my mouth. I felt the way you were at my mercy, going down on you, getting you wet with my mouth. Sliding my lips up and down you with precision and skill. I wonder if you could feel the heat and the slick sensation as my mouth swallowed you, sucked you, licked you, consumed your entire length and sucked on you some more.

Was it all a nightmare? To wake up and find that every rock solid inch of you was not throbbing in my mouth was devastating. I could hear you moaning, saying, “Ohhh, that’s it baby, take it, suck it, yessss, that feels so good.” I could have sworn I heard you screaming, “Don’t stop, oh damn. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cummmm.”

Then I awoke with the taste of you on my lips.

Copyright 2009 AfroerotiK