Do Unto Others

On Sunday night at the Billboard awards show, Miguel, in a very misguided attempt to outperform the other artists, jumped over the crowd and landed on a woman, snapping her neck back.  Within minutes, the entire Black internet community was creating memes about it, making fun of it, laughing at her pain.  First and foremost, and hear me clearly, just like your grandmother used to tell you, it is not funny to laugh at someone else’s pain.  It’s simply not funny.  She wasn’t walking down the street when she stumbled over a crack, she could have been seriously injured, paralyzed or killed even.  There’s nothing comical, funny, amusing, or entertaining about someone being hurt.  I almost can’t believe I have to say it but if you don’t want it happening to you, or someone you love, and you wouldn’t appreciate someone laughing about it if it happened to someone you know, you shouldn’t be laughing at it.  We, as a society and culture have de-evolved to the point of insanity, where it’s funny to laugh at someone being hurt.  That’s sick and it’s sad.  The tenants of every world religion says “Do unto others.”  But what’s MORE disturbing is the number of people who justified, rationalized, and defended laughing at her pain.  There is something tragically wrong with a society where people can’t say, “Hey, you know what, I was wrong, I’m sorry.”  And finally, the entire situation was sexist.  “Bitches be like, Tricks be like, Chicks be like.”  What did she do to deserve being called a bitch?  Standing near the stage was her crime?  If he had landed on a male, the commentary would have been about how Miguel needed a beatdown.  Black people, we should be ashamed of our collective behavior and sadly we aren’t.  We are doomed as a people if we can’t show the most basic compassion and empathy. 

Anticipation

There is a law, a universal law, that is the comprised of time and chemistry and desire.  When all of those elemental forces are combined, they create a world-wind of desire and mind-numbing anticipation.  It’s “The Wait” . . . it’s my overwhelming need to experience you completely, in your entirety.  It has consumed me.  My thoughts and fantasies are filled with the need to be with you, to feel you inside me, to become one with you.  I know the day will come when I will be able to know you intimately but the anticipation is driving me insane.  We have played this game long enough.  Now is the time.  Now is OUR time.  Late at night, when I hear your deep and sensual voice on the phone, and your gentle moans let me know that you are aroused; it’s all I can do to contain myself.  I want you; I need you.  

I long to feel your mouth on every part of me.  Descend upon me like the warm waters of the Nile River bathing the shores of ancient Egypt.  Please, sweet Pharaoh, I’m begging you to take your time.  My desire is to be covered with your sweet kisses as I feel your body press into mine.  I need to feel your lips exploring every curve, every crevice of my caramel-colored frame with exacting and excruciating detail.  That place on my collar bone that protrudes ever so slightly longs to know the feel of your tongue as if they were made to be together.  Feast on my arms, my fingers, my back and neck with the patience of a skilled surgeon and the desperation of a man consumed with lust.  I want you to tell me how it feels as you learn what makes me giggle and squirm with pleasure and delight, kissing your way gently down my body.  I want you to smell my sweet, intimate fragrance like the rare and exotic flower it is.  I want you to take your time caressing the softness of my inner thighs with your mouth, being near my glorious center but knowing it is truly your dessert and savoring every morsel of your meal before you delight in my delicious confections. 

For years I have dreamed of the day when you would become mine.  I don’t wish to possess you like an object but simply be allowed to share in the uniqueness you embody.  I promise that if you play with my nipples until I am burning with passion, I will become insatiable and ravenous to your touch.  I need you to spread my legs as I invite you to explore my erotic folds of femininity and tease my aroused clit gently and softly, ensuring that I whimper and plead for satisfaction and release.  Feel the slippery wetness of my arousal for you, letting you know that I crave you inside me.  Know that my juices will taste like the sweetest honey and wine, intoxicating you with my flavor and flowing freely. 

Mostly, at night, when I’m in bed alone, I fantasize about that moment, that breath-taking sensation when you penetrate me and we become one.  I have wanted that and waited for so long, for far too long.  Now is our time.  I want to give you all of me, not just my body but my heart, mind, and soul.  I belong to you.  I need you to make love to me.  Penetrate me, slow and intentionally, deep and hard.  I want to feel every hot, hard, throbbing inch of you inside me.  I will wrap my legs around you and pull you closer as you breathe new life into me with my kisses.  This is our time; we’ve waited long enough.  I want to get lost in the pleasure of being your woman, being connected to you by the gift so few men have been given.  I’m dripping with desire for you and I am wet and desperate and ready for our union, our reunion really, of our spirits connecting and our bodies colliding in unison and ecstasy. 

Copyright 2013 AfroerotiK All Rights Reserved

How do you Define It?

I define love as the safety and comfort of knowing that someone cares about me and has my best interests at heart.  It is having someone’s back always and valuing that person’s time, spirit, talents, and potential.  How do you define it?  

I define love as sharing all of myself with someone and knowing that they still see value and worth in me and that choose to be with me. How do you define it?  

I define love as intimacy.  It’s having a secret language, a knowing look that I can communicate with my partner from across a crowded room.  How do you define it?  

I define love as hearing music in my lover’s breathing when my lover is asleep next to me.  How do you define it?  

I define love as subconsciously reaching out to hold hands when we’re taking a walk without even thinking about it.  How do you define it?  

I define love as respecting my partner enough not to do anything detrimental to the relationship because I value and honor my partner’s feelings MORE than I do a cheap thrill or instant gratification.  How do you define it?  

I define love as working hard at being a better person and a better partner because I know that we is always stronger than me.  How do you define it?  

I define love as compromise, cooperation, and teamwork.  It’s working together toward common goals and building a future together.  How do you define it?  

I define love as honesty.  It’s telling the truth knowing that lies and dishonesty destroy the trust upon which healthy relationships are built.  It’s not lies of omission, it’s not small, white lies, it’s not trickery and deceit, it’s not cheating.  How do you define it?  

I define love as putting aside my pride that makes me afraid of being vulnerable or emotionally open with my partner.  How do you define it?  

I define love as passion.  It’s wanting, desiring, craving to experience pleasure with my partner that I can’t experience with anyone else because I have given a piece of my heart to them and they know all my fantasies, my desires and secrets, and they are invested in pleasing me.  How do you define it?  

I define love as sharing all my fantasies and my most sexual self with a person and knowing that they will accept me and love me.  How do you define it?  

I define love as maturity.  It’s not choosing a partner just because they are attractive or they have money or because I don’t want to be alone.  How do you define it?  

I define love as evaluating the qualities of that person’s heart.  Is that person kind, caring, considerate, empathetic?  Do they have integrity, are their goals compatible with mine?  Do they fit me, meaning are the things they like consistent and not in opposition to my goals?  How do you define it?  

I define love as family.  It’s a desire to form a bond greater than blood. It’s a choice to know someone, and to have them know me inside and out.  How do you define it?  

I define love as a magical feeling that I get when I share time, space, and chemistry with someone who fills that empty space in my heart, who is the key to my lock.  How do you define it?  

I define love as a warm feeling, like a warm blanket on a cool night and it wraps around me and I breathe easier, I sigh a sigh of relief like I am home.  How do you define it? 

That’s what love is to ME.  What is love to you?  How do you define it? 

AfroerotiK Words of Wisdom for the Day

YOU CANNOT COMPARTMENTALIZE YOUR SEXUALITY.  You cannot live a double life.  You cannot pretend to be one thing and be driven by the complete opposite.  You cannot be driven by sex to fill the empty parts of your life and then deny your desires and fantasies when the arousal is gone.  You can not lie to yourself.  You must embrace the light and the dark within you and understand that our sexuality is a gift, not an act to merely experience a nut.  You have to know that whatever it is that gets you off is OK to feel or otherwise it will consume you like a cancer and you will never be free from you demons.  That is precisely why I am fanatical about speaking truth to power, embracing all sides of myself, being comfortable with the skin I'm in so that I don't go out and do something stupid that will endanger my life or wreck havoc on the lives of other's.  You don’t have to tell the world your sexual secrets but you at least have to be honest with yourself.  We don't have to be perfect in this life.  Life does require that we must be authentic and true to ourselves, however.  When you are ashamed of your sexuality, you cheat, lie, you do dangerous and unhealthy things and then you put on a face like you are perfect to the world.  I’m here to say that it will bite you in the ass in the long run.  This I promise.  I’m Scottie Lowe and I approve of this message.  

Desperate

Maria took a deep breath and felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder.  She was electrified by his touch and the strength with which he seemed to know exactly what to do.  "Are you sure you want this because it might be a little more than you can handle?"  With that, Rick took Maria’s hand and put it on his growing erection.  Maria’s eyes widened, thinking of what it would be like to have it inside her and reflected momentarily if she would become a “slut for black cock” like she had seen so many white women profess themselves to be on the internet.   She responded by moving her hand to his belt and unbuckling it.  There was no turning back.  “Do me,” was all she could say.

Rick took Maria’s legs and spread them wide.  He took his hand and rubbed it against the crotch of her pants, feeling the heat emanating from her core.  Maria responded by rubbing herself against his hand like a stripper half her age would do.  She placed her hands on the bed and leaned back to give him better access.  She wished he would just rip her clothes off and take her like an animal.  She could sense that Rick was far from an animal, he was in control of the situation, overpowering her with his sophistication and natural ease. 

He carefully undid the buttons on her blouse as she watched in amazement.  He slid the sleeves of her shirt down her arms and tossed it on the floor.  Her breathing grew heavier.  Next, he undid her pants and discarded them with ease as well.  She was before him in her sensible bra and panties.  She was feeling like the grandmother that she was, nervous that she wasn’t attractive in her semi nude state. 

“Turn around,” Rick whispered.  She followed his orders without hesitation and he removed her bra.  He reached around her and began to fondle her breasts sensuously.  Maria was in a trance, looking at the contrast of skin color as he pulled at her nipples and played rather roughly with her tits.  She loved every second of the sensation, rubbing her ass on him to make sure he knew she was enjoying every second of his attention.  Her husband would never have made her feel like this.  Having sex with her husband wasn’t erotic, it was routine.  This was living on the edge.  Rick grabbed her by the hips and pulled her panties down to her thighs.  He pushed her body forward, so her upper body was lying on the bed.  He took his strong fingers and inserted them in her wet cunt.  Maria let out a loud moan.  She reached around and held the cheeks of her ass wide open, giving Rick the view and the access he needed to finger her sopping wet pussy. 

“You like that?” 

“Maria started spewing obscenities like the women in the porno’s would do.  “Finger that white pussy; get it ready for your black cock.  Make me cum like the slut I need to be.” 

Rick withdrew his fingers and Maria cried out like a wounded animal, panting, begging and screaming for him to finger fuck her some more.  “Relax,” the calmness that he had and the power he had over her made her that much more aroused, punctuating the sexual tension in the air.

Here she was, married, tipsy, naked in front of a black man, and bent over with her ass in the air like she needed to be fucked by whoever came along.  Maria knew she was being watched; her husband was somewhere, lurking, jerking.  She wanted him to see her in her predicament; she wanted him to jerk off looking at her being nasty for this young black man.  Her words were coming in incoherent babble.  Every sentence was punctuated with something to do with black cock and white pussy.  “Fuck my white twat.  Bang me.  Use this white cunt.  Ram it. Abuse it. Fuck me damn you.  Fuck me with your hard, black cock.  Magnificent black meat.  Fuck me like a stupid whore.  Fuck me, use me, I’m a nasty, white, filthy slut for you.”  Rick started spanking her lightly, well, not so lightly but not enough to leave marks.  Maria started chanting, “Yes, yes, yes, oh yes,” and fingering her own pussy, desperate to get to the fucking part.

Rick pulled Maria up by the hair and forced her to her knees.  She knelt submissively, looking up at him waiting for him to give her instructions.  He pulled his zipper down and reached in his pants to pull out his cock.  Maria’s mouth watered, anxious to taste it, she could smell the strong scent of unwashed cock and it made her dizzy.  Rick took his dick and rubbed it over her face, smearing precum on her lips.  Maria licked it like a kitten licking milk.  She grabbed his cock in her hands and stared in disbelief at the contrast.  The diamonds in her wedding ring shone in the dimly lit room and made her pussy gush even more knowing she was being so slutty.  She wrapped both of her hands around his cock and started stroking it.  Rick began fucking her hands like it was a pussy, thrusting back and forth, getting the tip even wetter with precum. 

Maria couldn’t wait anymore; she had to have that cock in her mouth.  She closed her eyes and went for it.  She could barely get her mouth around the head.  She had to use her mouth and hands together to get it wet and suck it and stroke it at the same time.  She was like a crazed woman, starved for black cock.  She licked and sucked and tried her best to deep throat it but there was no way she could.  Rick pushed her head down and made her lick his balls and she took to the task like a pro.  Sufficiently satisfied that she was hungry for cock, he grabbed her head and started fucking her mouth.  The way Maria was sucking it; one would have thought she needed black dick to live. 

She began fingering her pussy and pulling her nipples while she was sucking, licking and blowing the ebony meat in her mouth.  Rick grabbed her by the hair and bent her over the bed.  She braced herself for the fucking she was about to get.  He took aim with his hard cock and rammed it in her in one stroke.  Maria let out a blood-curdling scream.  He rammed all he could get inside her that is.  Maria cried out, in pleasure and in pain.  She turned her head so that she could Rick.  She made sure that he could see her face as she chanted, “fuck me” over and over again.  Rick pulled her tits and slapped her ass, no longer caring if he left evidence of the nasty fuck he was giving this white whore. 

“Make me a slut for black cock, Rick.  Make me never want my husband’s pathetic white cock again.”  Maria was surprised by the words coming out of her own mouth.  It was as if she was releasing some long held inhibitions and beliefs that she had never wanted to acknowledge before.  Rick was taking out his frustrations on her, reveling in his pure, raw, animalistic fuck, and even getting off on the fact that he was fucking a married white woman in front of her husband.

“Oh shit, I’m going to cum,” he said. 

“Noooooooooo,” Maria called out, please not yet, there’s one more thing I need you to do.  Rick slowed his pace and tried to hold off his ejaculation.  Maria looked back and took her finger and placed it in her mouth.  She sucked it seductively and put it to her ass.  She pushed her finger in and winced.  “I only give this to my husband on very special occasions.  I want to give it to you tonight.  I want your black cum dripping out of my asshole so I can feel like I really belong to you.  I want to be your property, your bitch.  Fuck my white ass please.  Show no mercy.  Brutally assfuck me.”

Rick grabbed his dick and squeezed it tight to keep from being too aroused.  He knelt behind Maria and put his tongue to her puckered hole.  He tongue fucked her asshole and got it lubricated with his spit.  Maria was moaning, practically screaming about how good it felt, delirious with lust .  Rick took one finger and put it in her ass.  It felt like her asshole was going to cut off the circulation in his finger, there was no way he could fit his dick in there.  Maria went into sexual overdrive.  She was fucking his finger like crazy, begging for another finger, for black cock “back there, in her dirty hole.”

Rick spit on her asshole and stuck two fingers in her ass.  Maria was grunting and groaning like an animal.  “Do it, do it. It feels so fucking nasty, it feels so good.” 

Still wet from her pussy and the precum he was practically leaking on the floor, Rick took the head of his cock and took aim at her tiny pink asshole.  He let her control the penetration.  Maria was not to be denied.  She had her fingers in her pussy, fucking herself like mad and she was backing up on that cock until the head was firmly planted in her backside.  Her hair was wet with perspiration and she was breathing erratically.  She began a gentle motion of rocking back and forth, and working more and more of that magnificent black cock in her asshole. 

“You want this black dick, I’m going to give it to you.  I’m going to cum so deep in your ass, you’ll be shitting my cum for a week.  Is that what you want?” 

“Stop talking and just do it.  Yes, yes, that’s exactly what I want.  I need it.  I crave it.  I want to be your nasty ass whore.  I want to you dick me deep and hard in my dirty shithole.  Make it hurt.  Shove it in hard and deep.  Make me suck it.  Make me clean your cock of my nasty ass juices.  Fuck me damn you, fuck me in my god damn asshole.”  Maria was horny and crazed.

Rick grabbed her by the hips and started to fuck her.  He fucked her hard, without regard for her safety.  He pumped his long black cock in and out of her bowels relentlessly.  His balls were slapping her wet pussy and he was long stroking her.  Every time he would pull out to the head, Maria would cry and scream for him to put it back in deeper.  There were red marks on her skin where his hands were gripping her so tightly.  He glanced over at the bedroom door and saw her husband there, he had taken his cock out and was trying to discretely stroke the tiny thing without drawing too much attention to himself. 

Rick couldn’t hold back any more.  He felt the cum boil up from his nuts.  He fucked her long and hard, he fucked her deep.  Maria was cumming from getting fucked in her ass and the convulsions of her muscles were milking the cum out of Rick’s dick.  He screamed out as he felt the walls of her ass coated with his thick seed. 

Exhausted, he fell back against an armchair and tried to catch his breath.  Maria felt more alive than she had in years.  While Rick made efforts to get dressed and leave, Maria called out to her husband, who emerged from the shadows in shame.  Bent over with her ass in the air, she spread her asscheeks widely, exposing her raw, swollen, abused, pussy asshole and said, “Here faggot, eat the cum from a real man from my well fucked shithole.”

Copyright 2010 AfroerotiK All Rights Reserved