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.

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Tuesday, August 09, 2016

In the Heat of the Night



It was a steamy night in the ATL and there was a power outage.  No light, no AC, all the entire city could do was sit and sweat and sit and sweat some more.  Luckily, I live on the top floor of my condo so I could go outside naked as the day I was born and enjoy a little breeze without the fear of anyone peeking at me.  My balcony looks out over the parking lot of a major home furnishing store, you know, the one from Sweden, Switzerland, wherever the hell it’s from so there isn’t a building around that could spy on me.  I made a pitcher of Sangria before my ice cubes turned to water and I was just chilling outside, in quiet reflection. 

There’s something about it being Africa-hot at nighttime that really gets to me.  It’s one thing for it to be stifling hot at 12 noon, but when the heat is oppressive and it’s 12 midnight, that’s a whole nutha thing all together.  I was feeling a buzz from my Sangria when the phone rang.  “Who the hell could this be, calling at quarter after “booty call o’clock” at night?”  I glanced at the caller ID on my cell phone and it was my friend Nina who lived downstairs. 

I was glad to have conversation because it was a little boring with no music or TV but I was also enjoying my naked solitude.  Nina was a white girl who started out as just someone I would see in the gym working out occasionally.  She and I were always deeply engrossed in some book and I would ask her what she was reading, she would ask me what I was reading.  One thing led to another and eventually, we started a book club for the building.  It’s only about five of us: two white women, two black women, including me, and a gay Spanish cat.  Once a month, someone hosts the group at their crib and we all bring a covered dish and dish about the book.  Everyone brings their own flavor to the group, literally and figuratively.  Luis has hipped us to all sorts of Latino fiction and Nina had a love of erotica that went far beyond the trash that’s in Borders.  She loves storytelling and she often times reads selections that would get us all hot and bothered.  I even noticed Luis squirming in his seat a couple of times.  “Hey sweetness, what’s up,”  I asked?

“Ebony, I’m sweating like a pig down here.  There’s no breeze and I feel like I’m going to suffocate.  Do you think I could come up to your place and crash on your couch?”  Her unit was on the courtyard side and she was a couple of floors down.  I can only imagine it must have been like an oven in her condo. 

“Sure, come on up, not a problem.”  That’s what I said, what I meant was, “Damn, I’m not really in the mood for company.  I’ve got a buzz going and I’m enjoying my freedom.”  Nina was really good people and I couldn’t leave her hanging in her hour of need so I opened my door with all the graciousness I could muster. 

I grabbed a robe and tied it around my body.  It wasn’t much, just a little short silk thingie I had gotten as a present from an ex-boyfriend.  I weighed the options of whether I should put on panties but my Sangria got the best of me.  “Fuck it, this is my house, if she sees my pussy, then so be it.  It’s too hot to be wearing panties anyway.” 

I opened the door and Nina was there, sheet in hand, and looking like she was dehydrated.  “Girl, come on in, you look like who struck John and ran.”  She knew me well enough to just look at me and not say anything.  It was one of the famous euphemisms my grandmother used to say that have become part of my daily lexicon.  Nina walked past me like she was in a daze and headed straight for the balcony.  Now Nina is a beautiful woman, there’s no question about it.  Her long brown hair fell just past her shoulders, but she was skinny, I’m mean slender, whatever white girls call themselves when they are a size 3.  I’m slender, but I have a lot more meat on my bones.  I have bigger titties, bigger thighs, bigger hips, and a whole helluva lot more azz.  I wear my hair in locs and had them pulled back in a ponytail.  To look at us, you wouldn’t even think we ran in the same circles but we were most certainly friends.  It was hard to find intellectual equals of any race and Nina was cerebral and logical with the best of them. 

Plopped down in a chair, she had her eyes closed and she was lying back like had just finished running a marathon.  Sweat was visible on her white wife beater tank top that clung to her small breasts and her tiny shorts had to be damp because they were so tight I could practically see the outline of her pussy lips.  I thought it was odd that she was wearing high heels but there wasn’t much to them.  She looked like she could have just gotten off the pole at the Cheetah Club

“You look like you could use some water, can I get you some?” 

“No thanks,” she said, “this will be fine, as she reached for the pitcher of Sangria and poured a big glass and downed it in one gulp. 

“Hey, careful there sweetie,” I said, “you are going to wake up with a terrible hangover if you don’t use moderation.”  She gave me another look like, “Do you have any idea how fucking hot I am?  Don’t test me.”  Word weren’t necessary.  I stood there looking at her, trying to cool off.  It was surreal.  There were no lights to be seen anywhere in the distance, illuminating the Atlanta skyline.  There was a silence like I’ve never known before.  It was like a moment frozen in time.  “Here, I’m going to make us another pitcher before the last of the ice melts.  I’ll be right back.” 

It was difficult moving around in the dark, trying to cut up fruit and not slice any fingers off in the process.  I was having difficulty maneuvering around in complete darkness when I heard Nina say, “Do you need any help?”  I could barely make out her form as I accepted her offer but there wasn’t much she could do, not knowing my kitchen as well as I did.  It became just a joke as we would bump into each other trying to get sugar and wine and everything cut up in that pitcher without it tumbling to the floor.  Wouldn’t that be a bitch? 

Nina was touchy feely.  Every time we would bump into each other, her hands would linger on my body.  At first, it was just my shoulder, and then it was my waist.  Then she pressed her body against mine and I almost swore I could feel her grinding on my ass.  I knew the sangria was making me feel a little loose and I certainly didn’t mind and I figured the Sangria had gone to her head rather quickly and it was making her a little amorous as well. 

I decided two could play at that game and I decided that I was going to give her something to think about.  I pretended to drop the dishtowel and I bent over, and I made sure to rub my ass all over her.  I got really bold and decided to step things up a notch.  “Here, let me see if I can cool you off a little bit.”  I took one of the last pieces of ice and I started rubbing it all over her chest.  Nina, as if in a trance, pulled her tank top down, exposing her tits, and I rubbed it all over her nipples.  She was chanting, “Oh shit, that feels so good, please don’t stop.”  Melted ice was running down her body and I wasn’t sure if it was cooling her off or making her hotter. 

It was sort of weird.  We both knew at that point that something intense was happening but neither one of us said anything.  I was giddy, my pulse was racing.  There, in the darkness, I put my hand between her legs and felt her pussy.  I could hear her soft moans but it was hard to make out the expression on her face.  She was humping her mound against my hand and I could feel the heat emanating from her core.  I wanted to ask what was going on but I didn’t want to spoil the mood.  I wanted whatever was going to happen to happen. 

“I think the Sangria is done, let’s go back outside and try to catch a breeze.”  I grabbed the pitcher and tried to maneuver my way back to the balcony without breaking my leg on a piece of furniture.  I sat on the chaise lounge and loosened up my robe so my breasts would be exposed if I moved just a little.  Without much effort at all, Nina could see my pussy if she wanted to, it would be right there, all I had to do was spread my long brown legs.  Nina joined me outside a few seconds after I got settled.  She looked like she was more uncomfortable than when she first walked through the door.  There was a nice breeze blowing and I was sure our little experiment with the ice had cooled her off quite a bit but I knew she was just as hot as I was after our little groping session in the kitchen. 

I was so horny and turned on that I couldn’t think straight.  I didn’t want to have casual conversation but I didn’t want to ruin the thing that was happening between us.  For a long while, we sat in silence, just sipping our wine and staring out into the distance.  I closed my eyes and felt the heat in my body.  It wasn’t heat from the temperature, it wasn’t heat from the drink, and it was a heat from lust.  I was fantasizing about Nina and I in the throws of passion.  She stood up and started speaking in almost hushed, melodic tones.  She was weaving a tale of erotic delight; she was hypnotizing me with her words.

“The beauty,” she said, “of Sapphic delights is in the slow build, the smoldering fire that ignites the flames of passion.  The beauty of interracial pleasures is in the contrast.  Your body is a black canvas upon which pleasure should be painted.”  She paced back and forth, her heels clicking on the tile, punctuating her speech.  “I wish to serve you, you delicious Nubian queen, I wish to submit myself to you, a muse of your whims, so that you may reach ecstasy.  Let me drink from your Ebony source, let me lie next to you, our bodies intertwined, our limbs a tangle of contrasted skin tones.” 

I had never in my entire life had anything like this happen to me.  I couldn’t even explain it.  She was seducing me with prose and I was aching with desire and all I could do was listen, words were caught in my through.  How was I to respond?  I could have lit all of Atlanta proper with the electricity that was flowing through my body. 

Nina sat at the end of the chaise lounge.  I spread my legs and she moved closer.  Gently, she reached for the tie on my robe and undid it.  She pushed the material to the side and exposed my body to her view.  She took in every inch of my brown frame and licked her lips like she was starving.  She leaned forward and she touched her lips to mine.  I reveled in the softness of her kiss, her tongue, and I pulled her body to mine. 

“Let me make love to you,” she whispered, as if she was asking my permission.  I simply nodded my consent and she proceeded to give me pleasure in ways that only another woman can give.  She stood briefly, undressing in front of me.  She pulled off her tank top and tossed it casually to the ground, revealing her perfectly formed breasts to my vision.  Her nipples were pink and puffy and certainly a contrast to my dark, pebble-like nipples that were aching to be sucked.  Turning around, she put her thumbs in the waist of her shorts and bent over.  Methodically she pulled them down, exposing her pussy from behind and her ass, of which she seemed to be especially proud.  She ran her hands all over it, spreading her cheeks and showing off her asshole.  My heart skipped a little beat and my clit seemed to come alive.  I was enjoying the show, such a contrast to any of the other women I had been with.  Her pale skin seemed to glow in the darkened night and her tan lines were visible, just barely.  It was apparent that she was trying to get brown all over.  She left her heels on.  I had always thought that was something that only porn stars did but in that moment, she looked amazing.  I wouldn’t have wanted her to change a thing. 

Being so open in our lovemaking aroused me.  We were outside.  It wasn’t as if we were in the Serengeti, we were in midtown ATL on 17th street, and it all seemed so decadent.  I think she was equally in awe of my skin tone as I was of hers.  She took her hands and massaged my legs, spread them wider, rubbing ever so close to my pussy but not touching me there.  My body was reacting to her touch. 

Our eyes had become adjusted to the darkness and she knelt before me as she lowered the back of the chaise lounge to almost reclining.  Even though the temperature was hot, she was trembling and shaking like she was freezing cold.  She crawled over my body like a panther surveying its prey.  My arms were stretched out above my head, gripping the railing for dear life. 

We kissed again, this time I was able to return the kiss even more passionately.  She began her descent down my body with her mouth, bathing me with sensual kisses.  She covered my neck and throat with corporeal kisses and I moaned in appreciation.  She took an incredibly long time kissing and licking her way down my arms and sucking each and every one of my fingers.  My nipples were hard and aroused like two tiny pebbles waiting for her mouth to lick and suck them.  My body was becoming more and more comfortable, more and more aroused, and I was responding to each touch with more enthusiasm.  She brought her tongue to my left nipple and gently licked it and I let out a hiss . . . She licked the right one and I groaned.  In fact, she spent the better part of a half hour licking, sucking, and kissing on my nipples. 

I kept saying, “Oh God, that feels so good, don’t stop.”  I grabbed her hair and held her mouth to my tits, made her suck them like a baby.  Every sensation was like a jolt of pleasure in my clit.  The more aroused I got, the more I needed to give into the pleasure and the passion of this lesbian lust.  It was more than apparent that I was enjoying myself as she licked and kissed her way down my stomach to my goody trail of soft fine hair that led to my sensual treasure.  She let her mouth wander down to my legs and I spread my thighs enough for her to lick and kiss me there.  I could smell my scent that betrayed my arousal.  I turned my over on my stomach and she began lavishing my back with kisses.  She grabbed my ponytail and pulled it as she whispered in my ear that she was going to make me cum so many times I would pass out.  I responded by grinding my ass on her and saying, “Fuck you.”  She loved my fight and arrogance; it turned her on that much more.  She slid her hand between my legs to gently rub my mound.  She playfully spanked me, not too hard; gently, erotically.  I was thrusting my ass up at her and telling her to eat my pussy, my hot, wet, pussy.   

We were both out of control with lust.  All of my inhibitions had long since disappeared and she was insatiable.  She wanted to experience every sensation she could.  I turned over on my back again.  Now it was her turn to be overcome with lust.  My pussy was so fucking wet it dripped with desire.  I spread my legs and she stared at the center of my being in complete awe.  My lips were parted and swollen with arousal.  My clit was already peeking from its hood.  I was so wet she could see my juices glistening even in the darkened night.  My smell was intoxicating.  She inhaled my aroma over and over again, wanting to breathe it into her very essence.  I held onto the last little bit of control I had left.  “Nina, tell me you want this, tell me that you need to make love to make, to make me cum.  I need to hear you say it.”

 “Mmmmmm, you know damn well that I want to eat and lick and suck your wet cunt.  I want to make you cum with my mouth.  That’s what you need.  I want to stick my tongue deep inside you, suck your clit, EAT YOUR PUSSY.  I want to rub my pussy against yours.  I want to see the contrast.  I am desperate to lick you and eat your pussy and I want you to use my mouth to cum.  I want you to shoot your pussy cream in my mouth.  Mmmmm. Oh fuck, I want you to strapon on a big fat cock and pound my pussy and asshole.  I want this.  I need this.  I’m intoxicated by your beauty and I want to share with you every pleasure imaginable.” 

Her sexy talk pushed me over the edge.  In fact, I almost came from hearing her being so open, so vocal about her desires.  As much as I wanted her to dive in and devour my pussy, I wanted to make it an experience that she would never forget.  I took my fingers and gently spread my lips and started to gently rub on my exposed, fat clit.  She responded by grinding her wet pussy on my leg.  She pulled my hand away and replaced it with her own.  She put her fingers at the entrance to my hole and she started working them inside me, trying to get me to cum.  I had made a transformation then and there.  I was no longer the calm, reserved woman who wouldn’t verbalize her desires lest the spell be broken, I was hot and crazed and I wanted more.  

Her soft fingers reached places that my own couldn’t.  This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking of romantic fantasies, she was fucking me.  Before no time at all, she was finger fucking me with three fingers, ramming them hard and I was meeting every thrust.  She lowered her mouth to my clit and started sucking it, licking it, working her fingers in deeper, hitting my spot.  She grabbed my thighs, pushed them up, and drove her tongue deep in my hot asshole.  She was tongue fucking my backdoor and I was going out of my mind. 

“Come on, eat me.  MMMM.  Oh yeah, you love eating my pussy and sucking my ass.  Does that taste good?  Yeah?”  I reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulled her up.  I positioned her in a 69 and we went to town on my balcony.  I was driving my tongue in her twat, tasting her sweet juices; she was gripping my thighs and licking my clit like nobody’s business.  It was loud, passionate, raunchy sex in the heat of the night.  I felt my body tense, I felt her pussy gush.  We were both fingering each other and fucking and licking and sucking like we were possessed.  Oh Nina, oh Nina, yes baby, yes, oh fuck, oh shit, fuck, damn, I’m going to cum.

We stumbled to the bedroom and collapsed on top of the comforter.  The breeze and the cross ventilation cooled us from our physical heat but the heat of passion was still sweltering.  Before the night was over, we fucked in every way conceivable.  At some point in the mid morning, we were awakened by the sound of the TV.  The electricity was restored and the light of day greeted us.  We planned on taking advantage of the air conditioning and our newfound aspect to your sensuality all afternoon long.



Copyright 2006 AfroerotiK



Sunday, May 13, 2012

Sweet to Eat





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There are few acts more intimate than tasting your lover’s most intimate places. Licking, sucking, nibbling, and kissing your partner to pleasure is an art form if done correctly. Sit back, relax, and listen to this sensual story of erotic oral pleasures that is sure to get your juices flowing.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Satisfying my Sweet Tooth

Satisfying my Sweet Tooth

How does that saying go? When I was a child, I played with childhood toys . . . Well, I have matured to a full grown man and had put away all my childhood dreams and toys but . . . I still have a sweet tooth. Try as I might, I can’t fight the feeling. When the urge hits me, and hits hard, there’s nothing that can keep me from sweets. My tastes have matured over the years, I am not satisfied with candy I can buy at a drug store, I need sophisticated confections to fulfill my refined palette and I was craving some hot chocolate. Hershey’s or Godiva wasn’t going to satisfy this particular desire; I needed some special chocolate and my lover Mona was just the woman to help me satisfy my cravings.

Mona is a sexy, thick butterscotch honey that drives me to distraction . . . I swear the Creator must have fashioned her after the Goddess Isis. She’s 5’5” and 180 pounds of curvaceous woman. Her breasts always seem to peek out of her blouses, revealing her 38 D’s that create that soft, pillowy cleavage that makes a grown man want to nurse again. Her chocolate brown nipples get as hard as rocks and stick out like the tip of my little finger. I swear I could suck them for hours. Her soft round tummy and tiny waist frame the most suckable belly button you’ve ever seen in your life. Her hips and ass are every butt lovers dream, phat and fine and heaven to hold on to when you are tappin’ that azz from behind. She’s not one to just lay there and get hers; she’ll work for hers as well. She always amazes me at how in tune she is with her body. I swear I think she turns herself on with how sexy she is.

It’s her pussy that makes a man want to fall to his knees and shed a tear however. Hidden between those soft sexy brown thighs is nirvana. Within the delicate folds of her pussy are the most beautiful, crimson inner lips. They open up to one of the hottest, tightest, hot honey pots I’ve ever experienced in my life. Her slippery-sweet juices seem to flow like wine when she’s aroused and she loves to taste herself on my throbbing hard dick while I’m fucking her. “Stop,” she’ll say, “let me lick all my sweet cum from that hard meat.” Seeing her devour my joint like that is pleasure in ways I can’t even describe. My body feels the pleasure of her soft, full lips licking and sucking but my mind knows she’s doing it to taste her own heavenly juices. I can’t blame her, I’m addicted to her taste as well and I’d probably lose my job, house, and my car if she let me eat her out every day. I’d be so distracted with the way she moans, the way she fills my mouth with her cum, I’d probably forget to eat real food. That’s how much I love going down on her.

I gave her a call on Friday night and told her that I had a very special treat in store for her. I’d gone shopping online at AfroerotiK.com and found the Lover’s Paint Box, a set of three different types of chocolate that you can paint on your lover. I was pleasantly surprised when it arrived, it was beautifully packaged and it was sure to please Mona’s aesthetic tastes and my tastes as well. I know I’m not the only man in line for her affections, but I also know that I take my time in pleasing her and that I move to the top of the line in front of other lame guys that think they are doing her a favor by pumping her a few times and thinking that they’ve done something special. Me, I spend hours touching, caressing, licking, sucking and finding ways to bring her to orgasm. I learned a long time ago to throw out everything I thought I knew about a pleasing a woman every time I am with someone new. Every woman likes to be touched in a different way, every woman likes to be pleased differently, so I start from scratch and have her reveal exactly what turns her on. It takes time but believe me it’s worth it. Not only will she climax harder than she’s ever cum with someone who doesn’t take the time to get to know her body, but she’s always going to invite me back for more. Mona loves the fact that I start out slow, gentle and tender and built up the tension. I massage every inch of that fabulous body like I am a sculptor creating the most treasured piece of art. By the time we get to penetration, she is screaming for me to fuck her like there is no tomorrow.

She arrived Friday and she was a half hour late. Sometimes I think she does that just to keep me on edge, other times I imagine that making that body smell so good and feel so soft has to take a long time. I didn’t even try to pretend to cook; I ordered Thai food and had it waiting for her when she arrived. We ate passionately, the spices and flavors stimulating us for a night that was sure to be memorable. After dinner, we made our way to my den for a cocktail. I had a bottle of wine chillin’ and she was anxious to find out what my special surprise was for her.

“You know how much I love chocolate, and you know how much your sweet honey drives me wild. Well, tonight, I thought we should combine the two. I presented her with the box I had wrapped in some left over gold wrapping paper from some other night of seduction I’d planned for someone else and some ribbon from a present my mother had given me on my birthday that I had thought to save for an occasion such as this. The box was almost as beautiful as she was, sitting there in the candlelight with her shoes off and her legs under her on my sofa. She tore open the paper and her eyes danced playfully as she opened the box. “Hmmm, I’m not sure this gift is as much for me as it is for you, sweetie,” she taunted me playfully.

We laughed and I confessed that I had in fact intended to get much more pleasure from it than she would but that it would be a close call. We opened up the jars and tasted the sweet chocolates. I loved the dark and white chocolate the best and Mona liked the milk chocolate. When the night was over, I knew I would have my sweet tooth satisfied and a few other desires as well.

Mona took her ring finger and dipped it gently in the milk chocolate and stuck her finger in her mouth and started sucking it like she was sucking my dick. I got so hard so fast I felt light headed. I moved the wine glasses out of the way, knowing that things were gonna get heated, quick, fast and in a hurry. I started unbuttoning her blouse, and revealed a beautiful red lace bra that looked like it was straining to hold its contents. She pulled her left breast out, looked me right in the eye, and told me to put my favorite chocolate anywhere I wanted. I took the paint brush from the box and dipped it in the white first. I painted the letter R on the right side. I took the brush and dipped it in the milk chocolate next and painted the left side of her nipple with a heart. I saved the best for last and took the dark chocolate and painted her pointed hard nipple right in the center so it looked like a chocolate chip. Picasso didn’t have jack shit on me. She took her hands and grabbed her full breast and offered it up to me. I lowered my mouth to it and tasted sweetness like I’ve never known. Her hard nipple, her soft brown breast, her hands pulling me to her, telling me how good my mouth felt on her . . . and the taste of chocolate; my senses were overwhelmed.

I undressed her, she undressed me, and we spent the next hour painting chocolate and licking it off each others sensitive spots. She licked my sensitive nipples and had me whimpering like a baby. I put a pool of white chocolate in her belly button and licked it all out. I even painted her sexy toes with chocolate and licked and sucked them while she fingered herself to orgasm.

My dick was just about at critical mass when Mona reached for the milk chocolate and applied it liberally to the head of my shaft. I waited and watched. She looked up at me and licked her lips. Her mouth was like hot velvet. She licked and sucked and licked some more. She licked my nuts, which always feels so damn good. Then she swallowed my head and swirled her tongue around it in I what I swear is some ancient technique she learned from a channeling a tantric priestess. My head was spinning. I heard moaning and cursing and I realized it was me. “Stop,” I begged her,” please stop, “I’m going to cum.”

I grabbed my dick and squeezed it to keep from erupting. Once I had regained control, I grabbed her in my arms and flipped her over and lay her back on the sofa. She held her legs open and I lost my focus for a second, forgot where I was; I might have even had to think about my own name if someone questioned me at that particular second. I was in awe of her gorgeous pussy and just wanted to stare at it for a few moments.

There’s something about staring at a beautiful pussy that leaves me sort of speechless. I’ve seen hundreds in my lifetime in one form or another but every time I’m presented with one in real life I just have to pay homage to the sweetest place on earth, the center of the universe, the place where all life comes from. It’s humbling to know that I am allowed such an honor as to go inside there. And the fact that it gives me so much mutha fuckin’ pleasure is just icing on the cake. I could see her sweet honey glistening on her lips, letting me know she was already really aroused. Her clit was swollen and peeking out at me, calling me to it. I took my index finger and rubbed it softly, making her wiggle.

She wanted to forgo the chocolate and the licking and get straight to fucking. I would have agreed with her if it hadn’t been for the fact that I never, ever, ever make love to a woman without licking her to orgasm first. It’s my trademark, it’s my ritual, it works for me . . . no need to change game plans in the middle of the fourth quarter when I have the ball and I’m ahead.

I closed my eyes and had a moment of silent meditation. I just wanted to appreciate every second of the gift I was about to receive. With my eyes still closed, knowing her pussy like the back of my hand, I gently placed my mouth on her clit. I held it there for a few seconds, warming it with the heat of my mouth, ever so softly and gently licking it. I took my fingers and spread her lips and began to softly kiss the lips of her pussy, having them open up to me to allow me to taste the precious nectar that flowed within. I stopped for a second to use the paint brush to softly paint the outer lips of her pussy with whatever combination of chocolate remained on the brush. With my eyes wide open, I tasted her again, this time, the succulent juices of her pussy were mixed with the decadent taste of the chocolate. If Emerill knew what the hell he was doing, he would have this on the menu at his restaurant. I got your BAM right here!

Mona was grinding her pussy on my face, getting me wet with her juices and I was trying to bathe in them. My mouth was alive with the sweet, salty, earthy taste of her pussy and the most delicious chocolate in the world. Well, maybe it was so delicious because it was mixed with such a rare delicacy. Mona was chanting incoherently, “Eat me . . . lick me . . . suck me . . . fuck me . . .” I took my fingers and inserted two inside her. I made her clit my target with my mouth and began licking her just the way she likes and fingering her. She lost control and started calling me everything but a child of God. Her breathing was erratic and out of control. She was grinding her pussy on my mouth and she had a grip on the back of my head that she would win a cage match on the WWE Smack Down. I felt her legs tremble and heard her muffled cries as her body tensed up.

The night was far from over, we licked and sucked and fucked each other well into the wee hours of the morning. We had chocolate for a midnight snack, we had chocolate for breakfast. I laughed when I thought about how much my trainer and my dentist would appreciate my new found satisfaction for my sweet tooth.

Copyright AfroerotiK 2004

Saturday, September 05, 2009

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

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

Friday, June 05, 2009

Buckle your seat belt . . .

Facing the foot of the bed, she climbed on top of him and placed her pussy just inches from his mouth. It was a thing of beauty to behold; he could see it, smell it, and virtually taste it. With painstaking slowness, she lowered her pussy down onto his mouth. Slick . . . that was the sensation he felt when her lips parted and he gained access to her sweet treasure. It was so slippery, and sweet, and earthy. She obviously knew what she wanted him to do because she worked his mouth like a fine-tuned instrument. She moved back and forth, up and down, riding his tongue and lips and mouth like a champion bull rider.


He did everything he could to work his mouth and make his lady cum. He nibbled on her fat lips, licked her slit, tongued her hole and sucked her clit. He was not going to stop until she filled his mouth with nectar from the heavens. Her moaning became louder and louder, her hips were grinding away. He was barely able to catch his breath, all he could do was moan and lick and suck that much more. His jaw ached but he had no concern for his own pleasure at that moment. With one last valiant effort, he pointed his tongue and tried to fuck her mercilessly with it. Rhythmically, she bounced up and down. He’s face was wet with her desire. She coated his lips and face with her sweet sauce. She collapsed on the bed, drained of her life force, whimpering and gasping for air. He however could not be denied and he rolled her on her back and prepared her for more oral love making.


Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Sucking your Dick

Justify Full Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you. I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you. Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least. In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me. I place my hand at the base of your dick. I survey my prize. My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes. Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you. Soft and gentle. I use my tongue to get your dick wet. I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control. I lick every inch of steely resolve. I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft. I lick the head. “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say. Your breathing gets louder.

I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently. I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes. I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth. I slide my lips all the way down. Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now. I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you. I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture. I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.



You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat. “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle. I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you. Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher. I want more. You need it. I’m so hungry for your passion. I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”


Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Sucking your Dick



Your hands reach out to caress my face and I stop you. I grab your wrists and I pull them behind you. Obviously, your strength could overpower mine, so your restraint is symbolic to say the least. In fact, you voluntarily hold you hands behind your back as an indication of your submission to me. I place my hand at the base of your dick. I survey my prize. My lips gently kiss the tip and I hear an intake of breath. I take my finger and slide it back and forth over the moisture that has collected at the tip.

Sucking my finger for good measure, I look deep in your eyes. Starting at the base of your dick, I slowly lick you. Soft and gentle. I use my tongue to get your dick wet. I gently squeeze your dick to make sure you remember that I am in control. I lick every inch of steely resolve. I use my tongue to paint pleasure all the way up the shaft. I lick the head. “That’s OK baby, let it out,” I say. Your breathing gets louder.

I slide the head between my lips and suck you gently. I concentrate on licking and sucking the head for several minutes. I grab the base of your dick again and start drawing you in my mouth. I slide my lips all the way down. Back and forth, up and down, you are moaning now. I have made your dick so wet, that it glistens in the candlelight. My mouth envelops you. I use my lips to pleasure you, my tongue to torture. I slide your dick deep in my mouth and stop for a brief second.

You are completely consumed, until I slide my mouth even further down your dick and the head of your dick penetrates the back of my throat. “Oh shit,” you scream and I feel your knees buckle. I start fingering your balls and sucking you, blowing you, licking you. Harder and faster, I take you deeper, higher. I want more. You need it. I’m so hungry for your passion. I stop for just a second to ask you if you like it and all you can say is, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Cream-filled Center


Juan tried to hold off as long as he could. He could prolong foreplay four what seemed like HOURS to Carmen. He loved her natural, musky scents so he didn’t have a problem licking her from head to toe. When most people say the phrase “head to toe”, they really mean tits, pussy, and if you’re lucky, ass. For Juan, it meant licking the soles of Carmen’s feet, between her sexy toes, it even meant licking under her arms. He was a man aroused by tastes and scents and he was very oral in his desires.

After intensive pussy licking, making his lover wet with passion, he held her legs up and put them over his shoulders. Pulling his foreskin back, revealing the sensitive pink head of his brown cock that was swollen and shiny with precum, he took aim. He lined the head up with her tight hole and teased her momentarily, just rubbing the sensitive tip against her smooth pussy lips. Carmen wanted to get fucked and fucked hard, so she grabbed his hips and pulled him forward, essentially making him ram his thickness into her. She screamed out that it hurt but she didn’t let go of her grip and they built up a steady, pounding rhythm, him thrusting inside her and she taking every inch and begging and screaming for more.

His dick hit bottom, stroking her tight pussy walls and he could feel the cum in hits nuts boiling up. He concentrated on the task at hand, thrusting, pumping, driving his dick in her over and over and over again. He could smell the musky scent of their combined perspiration in the air. He gripped her thighs tighter, pinning them back to her chest and he pumped her that much deeper. He could hear the wet sounds of his balls slapping against her wet cunt and he was grunting like an animal. Carmen took her finger, stuck it in her mouth, and slid it in Juan’s asshole. That was it, he couldn’t take it anymore and he pumped his hot load deep in Carmen’s pussy.

The fun wasn’t over for either Juan or Carmen, however. Grabbing the backs of her knees, Carmen held her legs open. Her pussy looked swollen and red and her hole gaped open lewdly. Juan settled in and put his face just inches from her raunchy, well-fucked pussy. He inhaled deeply, savoring the aroma of a pussy that was dripping with cum. Carmen pushed. Her pussy farted and the load Juan had just pumped in her dribbled out. He dove for the slimy treat, and stuck his tongue in her loose hole. He could taste the tangy mixture of both of their juices together and it made him light-headed, almost drunk with arousal. His dick got hard again almost immediately as he sucked that delicious creampie, getting off an eating the cum that he had just deposited. Juan had been eating his own cum since he was a teen but there was nothing better than eating his cum from a wet, juicy, sweet, hot pussy that he’d just fucked.

He had to swallow quickly as Carmen kept pushing out cum, both his and hers. He held the load in his mouth and Carmen pulled him up to kiss her. He shared their cum with her, swapping that nasty cocktail back and forth as his dick found it’s way back between her thighs and deep in her pussy again. He pumped her longer this time, harder even, making the room reek with the smell of hot sex and pumping her pussy full of another load of his hot cum.

Copyright 2008 AfroerotiK

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

2Risque - Interracial Lust



There was tension with an undercurrent of anticipation simmering with the crowd at 2Risque. All the couples in attendance were anxious, waiting for the ice to be broken. Some came to watch, others came to be seen, and others still came to share their mates and their skills with anonymous lovers that would be nothing more than a mere erotic memory on Monday morning. Eric, the host, mingled around making sure everyone was comfortable with his usual charm and graciousness, trying to set the tone for a night of hot and steamy pleasure. The women looked exceptional, showing off a lot of skin on what turned out to be an unseasonably warm winter day. The guys looked proud to show off their ladies, not showing signs of jealousy but of bragging rights, ready to show everyone that their lady was the hottest, sexiest woman in the spot.

As everyone mingled through the spacious club, dancing, and socializing, a few couples took the initiative to get the ball rolling. The least inhibited of the crowd wanted to proudly show off their stuff and get the party started. One lady, eager to show off her man’s skills and also anxious to cum, reclined on one of the plush sofas and spread her legs and motioned for her partner to feast on her sweet juicy pussy. He knelt on the floor in front of her, spread her sexy thighs, and stared at her wet slit. Her clit was already peaking out from under its hood and she was proud to show off her goodies. She held her legs wide open as he began to lick and suck her fat lips. As he began to work his tongue on her clit, softly licking it and driving her insane, she began to get louder, drawing the attention of others. He slipped his finger in her ass while he was licking her and sent her hips into overdrive. Single men began to gather around, freeing their cocks and stroking them to full hardness while they watched. Other couples began to get into the show as well, discretely caressing each other to arousal as they looked on.

One black lady, wanting in on the action, moved over to the oral couple, stood up on the sofa, and placed her pussy squarely on the woman’s mouth. She was riding her face and getting extremely vocal. “Damn bitch, you eat my pussy so fucking good. Eat that hairy black cunt. Suck it and I’m going to cum right down your throat.” Her husband looked up and saw his wife sucking that black woman’s pussy, devouring it, driving her to the verge of orgasm, and he started stroking his cock that much harder as he went back to eating his wife’s pussy.


The threesome was oblivious to the action going on around them. There was a couple not far away that decided it was time to get comfortable as well. Tonight was the night that her dream was finally to become a reality. It was a dream that haunted her and she was obsessed with seeing it through. It was so dirty, so taboo, so forbidden but she had no choice. She had watched too many videos, had too much late night cyber sex, read too many accounts of other women who had done it and the joy they experienced. She needed to big, black cock. Her fascination with black cock, with being a white slut for black cock, brought her to making arrangements to fulfill her wildest fantasy.

The word was out that she wanted to be a gangbang whore for black cock only. Her husband had taken a marker and written “Black Cocks Only” on her ass. He sat back and pulled out his barely functioning little cock and started pulling it, trying to get hard and waiting for the action to begin. Black men surrounded her, 8, maybe 9 in all, with their enormous pricks, leaking cum and anxious to see how much the little white girl could take. Between all of them there were over 100 inches of Black meat to fill her mouth, pussy and asshole. They fucked her all night; constantly telling her that she was now a white slut that lived only to service superior Black men. They kept her filled and at times they weren’t able to keep up with her insatiable need. The second one pulled out of her mouth, she was begging and screaming for more. Exhausted and drained, the men left her covered and dripping with cum. Her pussy and asshole were raw and swollen and her tits were bruised and sore from being pulled and pinched by strong black hands all night. They left her there . . . a slut for black cock. She would never be satisfied with her husbands little white prick again.



The atmosphere was electric at that point and everyone was getting into the scene. It was an evening of taking chances. One adventurous lady found her selected partner for the evening, a sexy black man, and walked right up to him and said, “I want to suck your cock, right here, right now.” He glanced, around a little hesitant at first, for her husband to make sure he had permission and he eagerly nodded. The woman got down on her knees and proceeded to lick, suck, and swallow every inch of his hard steely cock while her husband jerked off his cock and watched. He moved closer to enjoy the show and he began to caress his wife and her new lover all over, arousing them even more in the process. The husband, inspired by the slutty behavior of his wife, got caught up in the heat of the moment, and began to lick that fat black fuck stick at the same time. They kissed each other, sucked and deep throated that black meat at the same time. She started telling her husband how hot he looked with that black cock in his mouth and he took over and began sucking it causing him to erupt and shoot cum over both of them. They eagerly shared his cum back and forth in a sensual and sexy kiss.

The temperature in 2Risque was at an all time high. Everyone was licking, touching, sucking, or fucking. It was a collective of sexy bodies exploring each other, pleasing each other, and driving each other to new heights of ecstasy.

Copyright 2004 AfroerotiK