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.

Showing posts with label sensual. Show all posts
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Monday, August 17, 2015

Excruciatingly Pleasurable





He led her to the bedroom, her hand tightly in his, and he prepared to love her exquisitely.  She trembled slightly, afraid of what was to come.  She was almost positive she would be on that list of things however.  Her vision was obscured with a beautiful silk scarf and all she could see was darkness.  That’s okay, she had complete trust in her lover and she knew she was in good hands: strong, sensual hands at that knew exactly how to elicit the most intense bliss. 

Laying her on the bed gently, he began his sensual assault.  There was no need to rush.  He had set aside hours to do nothing but pleasure his lady love.  The first sensation she felt was so gentle, so imperceptible, she couldn’t make out what it was at first.  The feather-light touch was just that, a feather.  She cried out, “Stop, that tickles!” but his technique was relentless.  Every touch of that feather to her skin made her jump and squirm.  He traced the insides of her elbows and the slope of her collar bone, everywhere on her body until it was no longer ticklish; it was like sending erotic stimuli straight to her clit.  Under her breasts, her ankles, her very fingertips, no place was off limits.  Biting her lip, she silenced her moans of joy.  There was no need to however, it was her night and her man was there to cater to her every whim and fantasy.  All she had to do was ask and he was there to respond. 

Next, came the intense sensation of cold.  Cry out she did as he traced ice cubes around her belly button and down to the baby soft hair of her mound.  “Please baby, don’t do this to me,” she whimpered but she spread her legs more, communicating to him that the last thing she wanted was for him to stop.  She gripped the sheets tightly, using them for leverage, voluntarily restraining herself from moving as he put the ice cube in his mouth and created the sensation of cool kisses on her engorged pussy lips.  She was out of her mind with desire, panting, begging, moaning, chanting.  He kissed his way all over her body, leaving a trail of cool, wet kisses. 

Next, the sensations she felt were indiscernible.  While it was apparent that something was being applied to her skin, all over her body, she couldn’t exactly tell what it was.  It didn’t seem to be either pleasurable or unpleasant.  She waited, anxiously, breathlessly awaiting the pleasure to begin for she knew it was right around the corner.  Little did she know it was honey that had been applied to her body until her lover started to sensually lick away every drop of sweetness.  Inch by excruciatingly erotic inch, he licked. He licked until his tongue was tired and then licked some more.  He was inspired by her cries of passion.  With every flick of his tongue on her nipples, thighs, and toes, she would let out a sound that inspired him to keep going.  He wasn’t going to stop for anything. 

Turning her over, placing her on her stomach, the sensation of warmth was the next thing she felt.  Heated massage oil trickled down the small of her back, creating a pool right at the top of her ass.  With skill and intensity, he softly kneaded the oil into her brown skin from her shoulders to her feet and not missing a spot in between.  He wasn’t trying to work out tension or heal a sore muscle, he was caressing and pampering with just the right amount of pressure and gentle, tender caresses.  Holding her ass in his hands he worked the oil in and caused her to arch her back, stick her ass out as in invitation.  He took the invitation and poured the heated oil into the crack of her ass and let it drip between her pussy lips, adding to the moisture and slipperiness she felt there. 

At this point in the evening, she was undone.  She was ready for sex and didn’t need any more foreplay whatsoever, not another minute, not another second.  She wanted to join with her lover, meld with him, to become one.  She needed him inside her.  “Fuck me, Make love to me, I need you inside me, was all she kept saying.”  Pulling the scarf from her eyes, she pleaded with her lover, “Come on baby, you know you want this, come on, I’m so wet for you right now. Make me cum.” 

A man on a mission cannot be denied.  It was his intent to make her cum and make her cum hard before there was any penetration whatsoever.  Taking his middle finger and inserting it slowly, he softly probed for the places that made her squirm.  He looked in her eyes for the reaction that told him that she loved what he was doing.  Pulling back the hood on her clit, he rubbed softly, in a gentle circular motion.  His lady was practically sobbing.  Her legs were in the air and she was almost in a state of panic. 

Almost at his threshold for patience, he used his fingers to softly push, prod and poke all her sensitive spots, he worked her magic button until she was screaming in the pillow, her body a wave of spasm after spasm, her muscles trembling and weak.  It was then that he took careful aim.  Lining up the head of his dick with her sweet, hot, tight, wet hole, he waited.  She tried her best to maneuver around to get him to penetrate her but he would not.  She cursed him, screamed for him to fuck her.  He bent over to kiss her, for their mouths to taste one another, and he slipped inside her.  In that moment, it was like none other.  Instinct took over and he was primal.  He wasn’t aggressive like a predator; he was focused like a laser. 

Their bodies moved in unison.  She enveloped him, providing him with a safe place that felt too good to be true.  He loved her and he was going to pour his unconditional love into her.  First however, he was going to FUCK the living daylights out of her.  Pushing her thighs back to her chest, he stared deep in her eyes.  “Does that feel good?” as he drove his dick up inside her. 

“God damn you, you know it does, fuck me.”

That wasn’t enough for him.  He wanted more.  With more intensity, he drove his dick up inside her again over and over again.   Her nails dug in his back.  Her legs wrapped around his back, pulling him tighter, closer.  Their breathing became synchronized.  He was lost in her pleasure, she was on the verge of another intense orgasm.  He timed it perfectly, and began fucking her like only a man in love can do.  She held on and met every thrust.  Their bodies were working together in unison.  His moans became hers.  They could fight it no longer and they came, together, crashing into one another and enveloped by love. 

Copyright 2012 AfroerotiK All Rights Reserved


Saturday, February 28, 2015

Sensu-Soul Video













Action: Two beautiful people are snuggled on the sofa, sharing in each other’s time, space, dreams, and love.  They vibe off each other, they complement each other, they desire each other.  What makes this scene different is that the man and woman are graced with the kisses of warm, rich hues of ebony upon their skin.  It was their ancestors who survived dehumanizing slavery so that their descendents could live and thrive and love.  And love they do, but it’s not a rushed, clich├ęd formulaic love, it’s tender, purposed, sensual, and it’s soulful.  It’s Sensu-Soul. 

Captured in beautiful high-def clarity and stunning visual imagery, rarely seen in adult offerings, Sensu-Soul is the groundbreaking, TRULY erotic feature that explores Black love, in a way that is sure to set your libido on fire.  Play the role of voyeur as you watch some of the most passionate, titillating, intimate, and romantic expression of intimacy and seduction ever witnessed.  This is the love of true Gods and Goddesses, of Kings and Queens, of brothas and sistas.  Sensu-Soul is hot, sweaty, fevered passion that can only come as the result of the most purposed, skillful seduction. 

Every Black woman will be unable to take her eyes off this video, entranced by the attention, affection, and outrageous tenderness lavished upon someone who looks just like them, with full lips and round hips and brown skin.  Every Black man will use this video to learn the techniques of seduction, romance, and how to please a woman.  People of all races will be aroused and stimulated by the pure, raw, uninhibited sensuality of two exquisite specimens of brown beauty displaying passion like artisans of sensuality.  Unlike most Black adult videos, in Sensu-Soul there is no use of the word bitch, ho, freak, ghetto, pimps, playaz, and especially not the N word.  There is no slapping, choking, gagging, no degrading facials, no booty shots, and no cheap motel room. Sensu-Soul is pure, sophisticated, Ebony erotica. 




Wednesday, December 31, 2014

I Don’t Want to be Slapped








It is generally presumed that women have some sort of genetic predisposition to being degraded during sex, that we are hard-wired to want to be submissive to men.  I have zero submissive inclinations, less than zero in fact as the thought totally turns me off.  I don’t want to be slapped, choked, or spit on during sex.  I don’t want my nipples bitten, twisted, or pulled or my breasts mauled or squeezed.  I don’t think it’s erotic to be called a bitch, slut, or a whore because I’m none of those things.  Who’s my daddy? McKinley Scott was and he was altogether exceptional I don’t want or need another one.  While we are on the subject, I don’t want or need to be tied up, restrained, spanked, or disciplined.  I’m not a bad girl, I’m an amazing woman.  Don’t you dare hold my head when I’m going down on you or try to force your dick down my throat to make me gag or vomit or you might lose a nut . . . if you’re lucky.  There is nothing erotic about anyone forcing their entire hand in any of my orifices. .  I don’t want to have casual sex with someone who is undeserving of my body nor do I want to have sex in a public restroom or alley or some filthy, disgusting location.  Just the thought of having a train run on me, with multiple men using me like a piece of trash is repulsive.  What’s more than repulsive?  Whatever it is, multiply that times 1000. 

As much as I love a vigorous, enthusiastic, intense anal fuck, the only ATM I’m doing is Bank of America’s for cash withdrawals.  I don’t care what you read in 50 Shades, pain is not a motivator nor an aphrodisiac for me.   Don’t cum in my mouth unless I give you permission and until your dick squirts Lancome Absolue L'Extrait at $360 a pop, literally, don’t even think about shooting your cream on my face.  I’ve been raped.  It’s horrifying and violent, it’s not a secret fantasy.  I’m not going to wear 7 inch heels or some restricting, oppressive, costume and swing around on a pole to turn you on because I’m not an object or thing to be used for your pleasure.  Most importantly, no means no.  Stop means no.  Don’t means hell no.  My body is not a receptacle for you to pound out your anger, frustration, your low self-esteem, or even your recreational lust. 

I can’t tell you the exact number of women who love each and every one of those things but I’m sure it’s astronomical.   I can with some certainty tell you that the number of men who need to degrade women during sex is greater than the number of women who want and/or need it.  That’s cool for other people but I ain’t the one.  I don’t feel that being degraded makes sex hotter and I don’t want to be called names out of bed so why the hell would it be a turn on for me to be called names in bed?   I can see people’s eyes rolling around in their heads.  How dare I even suggest that I’m too good for those things!  I can hear people screaming at their screens that I’m denigrating others for their preferences.  No, I’m not.  I very clear that I don’t like those things but I have no need to dictate what anyone else should or should not like.  But, the common belief is surely that anyone who doesn’t like those things is a puritanical prude who only likes boring, vanilla sex, right?  Wrong!!!!   I simply don’t want or need any sort of shame, humiliation, pain, or subservience associated with any sort of sex I have. 

What I do have is a genetic predisposition to being loved, nurtured, pampered, cared for, and being passionately made love to.  I adore being pleasured until my eyes roll back in my head and the sheets are soaked with . . . all sorts of stuff.  I want to be licked and fingered and fucked after hours and hours of foreplay.  I want to massage, caress, and stroke every inch of skin my lover has and in turn have him do the same to me.  I’m not ashamed of my sexuality and I have no need for sex to be shameful, secret, taboo, or degrading for it to be arousing to me.  I am unapologetically in need of passion, intense intimacy, and communication as the only essential elements that will have me soaking wet and begging for more. 

Play with my nipples for hours, keeping me on edge until I’m begging for you to fuck me.   I love playing with toys mutually.  I love incorporating role-play and fantasies into sex.  I am aroused by exhibitionism with the person I love and I want to fuck like an animal until we both explode in a heap of spent love and lust and passion for one another.  I want to cum in my man’s mouth.  I want to be responsive to his needs and have him be responsive to mine as well as long as it’s with the understanding that sex is not about power for me.  I want to share all my dirty fantasies and secrets with him.  I want to be loved and made love to.  I want to be respected.  I want to be admired.  I want to be cherished and desired and fucked like a beast.  Lick my nipples softly and gently.  Rub my clit on the right side with my vibrator, listening to my moans grow louder and more intense until you know how to make me cum as well as I do.  Tease my wet pussy with your tongue, fingers, and dick and you’ll be rewarded with a mouthful of sweet, juicy creamy reward.  And when I am begging and screaming for it, when I have a crazed look in my eyes and I’m waking up the neighbors, FUCK ME.  Fuck me hard and steady and relentlessly until we cum in orgasmic fits of pleasure. 

Scottie Lowe
Copyright 2015 All Rights Reserved

ATTENTION Apple users 

Instructions to view the full Sensu-Soul video on your iPhone and iPad are here.  

If you want to watch this video on a iOS device here’s how: 1. Download the “Puffin” app. It allows you to play Flash videos. 2. Go to this page and copy the site address. 3. Open Puffin app and paste site address in search bar. 4. Video will be near top of page in a smaller square. Click on it and enjoy.