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Discussion of things Black and Sexual

Toilets are white Sep 24, 2005 7:29 pm
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He had searched the Internet for years, finding obscure websites that would turn most people’s stomachs. It took him quite a while to admit to even himself that he was aroused by it. Initially, his fantasies were of wanting to be forced to do it, to relinquish himself of the guilt that it was something that he actually craved. Eventually, it became a constant obsession. He thought about it night and day; no longer hampered by the pretense of being forced, he wanted to show his devotion and depravity by begging for it.

It was the ultimate form of servitude. He wanted to belong to his Nubian goddess so completely that anything that she required of him, anything that she shared with him was a delight to his senses. He craved the sensation of having her inside him in an intimate and forbidden way. He felt that if he could ingest her, somehow he would be absolved of some of his guilt; he would consider himself worthy of the many privileges society granted him without merit. He knew he could offer his Mistress no greater gift than his ultimate submission to her in the most degrading and filthy way possible.

His mouth watered at the thought of it. Seeing that beautiful chocolate ass lowered to his mouth, smelling the rich, thick bittersweet aromas, preparing to receive the gift. He wanted to wait, mouth open while he looked up lovingly to that succulent, wet pussy and ripe, nasty shit hole. He wanted her to seeing the pleading and longing in his eyes. He needed her to know that he was a dirty, white pig slut that would wallow in filth for his divine Ebony queen. Yes, serving a black woman was his ultimate desire, no other woman possessed the grace, strength, and sensual power of the black woman. To him, she was truly superior and he lived to be degraded by her. Her waste would be his just dessert. After all, toilets ARE white.
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Today is my Birthday! Sep 21, 2005 10:01 am
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I'm not usually one to celebrate birthdays but I'm excited about this one for some reason.
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Won’t you join me in celebrating my Birthday? Sep 17, 2005 2:11 pm
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Wednesday, September 21st Join with me in recognizing my Pre-40th Birthday. (I’m actually going to be 39 but that sounds so un-glamorous)

LEOPARD LOUNGE
84 12th Street in Midtown
Atlanta, GA 30309
770-367-0422
9:00 PM until 1:00 AM
Music Style: cool smooth neosoul rhythmic jazzygroove

Dress: AfroerotiK of Course!

There’s a $5.00 cover charge (a portion of the proceeds will go to aid victims of Hurricane Katrina) so to make sure you get your money’s worth, I’m going to be doing some erotic readings from the upcoming book,
AfroerotiK: In Loving Color.

Hope to see you there!
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Body and Soul Sep 14, 2005 7:04 pm
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Beads of perspiration formed on his cinnamon colored skin. She felt his body press into hers and it took her breath away. Her legs wrapped around him and they moved together in unison, two bodies, one soul.

“I need you.” The words flowed softly, sweetly over his lips like honey dripping on her being but it was her honey that she wanted to taste as he kissed his way down her body. She invited him to taste her, lick her, to eat her sweetness and she cried out like an animal as his lips worked her sweet spot. Her breathing was labored and her legs were trembling as she felt her climax approaching. Intertwined in her fingers were his cascading locs as she held his head in place and prepared to flood his mouth with pleasure. He wouldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop; he needed her sweet juices to run down his face like the juices of a sticky, sweet mango on a hot summer’s day.

Exhausted yet aroused, she closed her eyes to the world. He kissed her sweetly and they shared her unique flavor.

He craved her body and it was her hot, wet core that was calling out to him. He took careful aim and made his descent. Now it was his turn to cry out into the night as her silky walls caressed him, bathed him. Deeper, higher, harder, faster their bodies collided together as their passionate lovemaking turned into heated fucking. It was pure, unbridled heat that lifted them in unison to a higher spiritual plane.

“Oh please, don’t stop. Fill me. Complete me.” It was their symphony of words and sounds, moans and groans that was a soundtrack to transcendent pleasure. He gripped her hips hard and buried himself deeply. The sensations enveloped them and they cemented their bond between man and woman, between body and soul.

Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK
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The nature of racism Sep 13, 2005 1:52 pm
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It seems a few people, ones that don't look like me, have a problem with me pointing out what happened in New Oreleans was the result of multi-layered racism. Everything that I say is invalid if it doesn't coincide with white middle class reality. There are 10 thousand forums and bulletin boards where white people are saying, "Good, let the N*ggers die," yet, I'm called a racist and I'm the one that is told I hate white people. White supremacy breeds this notion that what black people have to say is insignificant unless it agrees with this notion that color doesn’t matter. Color does.

If the assumption is "Everyone has had the same experience, the same history, the same opportunities, the same challenges as I have, and they just choose not to excel, that's their fault because America is the land of the free and anyone can succeed if they just put their mind to it," then anything that Black people say to highlight the many differences of our experiences is shut down immediately as racist. The simple fact that so many white people want to minimize the effects of slavery is the single most racist act that white people perpetuate every day.

I use the same example all the time and I get the same violent response.

Let me take one of your children. One of your beautiful, innocent, bright-eyed white children, your flesh and blood, and let me beat, , torture them. Let me take one of your Caucasian children and house them in a dungeon for a year, with no contact from their family members, surrounded by people that don't speak the same language as them with rats, maggot infested food, dead bodies all around them and no sign of salvation. Then, let me take your beautiful white child and brand them like cattle, put him or her on a ship with other people piled on top of them, unable to move, while I them for recreation and dozens of people die around them daily. I'm going to keep them on that boat for three months in temperatures of over 100 degrees until their bodies are ravaged with disease and then I'm going to sell them off to the highest bidder.

Next, I'm going to take your beautiful white child and I'm going to force him or her to labor for 16 hours a day, I'm going to beat the flesh off them for trying to escape, I'm going to force your son or daughter to be bred like cattle and sell off their children for my profit. I'm going to beat them so brutally that they give up their God. I'm going to deny your child the right to read or write and I'm going to force them to accept than anything that has to do with their culture is evil. If I do let them keep their children, I'm going to raise that child from birth to death as inferior. I'm going to tell your child that everything about them is ugly, their stringy hair, their pale pink skin, and their bodies. In addition, if you give me permission, I'm going to do that to every generation of your family for 250 years. Then, when I'm done, when I've finished ripping every bit of humanity away from your lineage, I'm going to return them to you with NO APOLOGIES, NO PUNISHMENT. There's no healing, no therapy, nothing to correct the hundreds of years of abuse. I'm simply going to say, "Let it go, it was in the past."

The reaction to my little scenario is always the same. "You bitch, you are sick. You racist! How dare you!" Not once has a white person said to me, "Oh dear God, I'm sorry, now I see things differently and I'll try to have more compassion for the struggles of African Americans." Not once has anyone said to me, "I can see how, now, after your example, that my experiences are different because I've never had to deal with not turning on the TV and seeing positive examples of myself. I've never had to be held accountable for my race. I've never had to be accused of being stupid just because of the color of my skin. Now I can see that there is a myriad of circumstances that Black people have that I have no comprehension of." That would be the enlightened, non-racist way to respond to the realization that that little story happened MILLIONS and MILLIONS of times to my ancestors. Beautiful, bright eyed, innocent Black children endured those horrors and more and white people won't even acknowledge that there are long-term effects that go far beyond their comprehension. No, I get, "I can't do anything about it now, it's not my fault, my ancestors didn’t own slaves, my ancestors came here after slavery and they had it just as bad." It’s that sort of heartless response that is racist. If color didn’t matter, they would not be so flippant and calloused about the plight of the Africans who survived slavery. They are so arrogant they can't even have compassion for the millions of survivors of the Transatlantic slave trade because those victims were black, not their precious white children.

Sadly, the victims of New Orleans had to endure much the same treatment and we see people writing it off as poor political planning without an ounce of compassion for the human beings that have suffered a pain that will haunt them for the rest of their natural lives.

My grandparents were civil rights leaders. They put their lives on the line so that I could have the opportunities that I have today. White people don’t have any idea how functioning in a society that hates you for the color of your skin effects the human psyche. Your grandparents didn’t have to endure what mine did. Your mother wasn’t imprisoned for civil disobedience for trying to go to the movies. You never had to be the only white person in an all black hostile work environment like I have every single day. Then white people have the absolute nerve to suggest that everyone has the same opportunity. It sickens me to my very core.

I’ll let you in another little secret, most white people didn’t read past the first two or three sentences of my little proposition because it disturbed them so greatly and now they are going to tell me, “If you made it, other black people could, stop making excuses.” There’s nothing new white people can say to me that I haven’t heard.

When will they hear me?
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Torturing tender white flesh Sep 9, 2005 10:03 pm
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I find all too often that white people in the BDSM lifestyle don’t like the fact that a Black woman could actually have the nerve to take pleasure in branding the tender pink flesh of a white woman, smelling the burning flesh as they cry out in pain, marked permanently as my personal property to be used and abused for my pleasure and entertainment. Their often times hysterical reactions are just a thinly veiled attempt to hide the fact that they get wet thinking about a commanding black man, towering over them, forcing his thick cock in their mouths, choking them, making them gasp for air as he shoves every in down their throats and cuts off their air supply. You see, some white people can't handle the idea that a Black women would dare humiliate a worthless and pathetic white men, turning them into sissy faggot bitches whose assholes crave getting fucked and ripped open by multiple black men, sucking their dirty cocks after they've been sodomized. It's inconceivable to them perhaps that after feeling the kiss of my whip, after knowing the sting of my punishment, tasting the agony of the punishment I inflict, exacting centuries of revenge, that there might actually be some white men that crave serving me as my toilet with pleasure.

It’s not their fault really, they were raised in a world where it was incomprehensible to them that white men might actually prefer my sweet and dark pussy over their pale insatiable cunts. The evidence of white men longing to submit to Black women in equal numbers to the hoards of slutty white bitches that have become sluts for black cock is all around, everywhere one looks, and it threatens their sense of entitlement and superiority. You see, that they fear the wrath of a strong Ebony couple on the bodies, minds and souls of white submissives that crave serving dominant Masters and Mistresses.

I would like to invite anyone and everyone who is filled with rage at my post and screaming at their monitor calling me every type of black bitch possible to come play with my partner and I so they can experience first hand what pushing limits is really all about. I welcome the opportunity to get in your heads and torture your souls while my partner fucks you like the intellectual savage that he is, masterful in his technique as he rams every steely black inch in your asshole, fucking you harder and deeper than your body can handles while I pull and slap your tits like the cows you really are. I would consider it an honor to initiate you into a world of interracial depravity and submission where your very being is surrendered over to my evil machinations and twisted desires.
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The Tide of Destruction Washed Away the Pretense of Equality Sep 4, 2005 11:37 am
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Everyone has been affected by the news of Hurricane Katrina and it’s victims who happen to be largely of color. The media has made no attempt to hide its racist practices by portraying the economically disenfranchised Black people that live there, whose lives have been devastated and destroyed, as thugs, criminals, and lawless rouges while the fairer “victims” of Katrina are portrayed as helpless and defenseless survivors trapped in dehumanizing conditions. Down in Louisiana, with its vicious racist policies that allowed 30% of New Orleans’ residents of color to live below an acceptable standard of living and educational opportunity, with its governor having her lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, calling her own devastated constituents hoodlums and lawbreakers, the receding waters have revealed a frightening reality in this so called land of opportunity. The commander in chief, the leader of the free world that was elected for his supposed ability to lead this country in times of terror, has turned an intentionally blind eye to relief efforts and arrogantly thrown a pittance of aid and assistance as a appeasement to those that might question his reaction. A few sound bites and a few dollars absolves him of any guilt or complicity for the conditions of all the areas devastated by Katrina in which people are color and people with no means are involuntarily thrust into the limelight as America’s newest reality television stars. There’s no million-dollar prize at the end of this game of Survivor, there’s dehydration, starvation, and death for the losers and the winners get unimaginable nightmares that will haunt them for the rest of their natural lives.

White people (and Blacks that want to distance themselves from the heathen behaviors of the people on the news) want to point the finger of indignation and say, “Look at those animals, those ‘BLACKS’ down there, stealing televisions and creating chaos. Look at them fighting and behaving like beasts and savages.” White American can rest easy that Black people do in fact possess the inherent criminal/inferior gene that predisposes them to acts of lawlessness and savagery and it’s right there on the television to prove it. The assumption is always that white people would NEVER behave that way under those catastrophic conditions.

They’re right. They are absolutely correct. White people have never lived as third class citizens in the richest nation in the world so it’s very reasonable to assume that white people would be able to afford to pack up and leave when the threat of impending danger was looming on the horizon. White people would not have to wait for days for food and water and dry clothing because there would be safe havens set up before the last rain drop fell that would have provided cute little tote bags of toiletries and snack foods, insurance agents to process claims and bank representatives to provide emergency loans as they got off the evacuation buses. White victims of a tragedy like this would have the nation rallying around them with signs of solidarity waving from SUVs and flagpoles all around the nation. Moreover, when white people would eventually behave in barbaric and uncivilized ways, the way anyone would do under such dire circumstances, there would be a psychological term slapped on it, a telethon to cure it, and the media would cover it more than the OJ Trial.

Newt Gingrich said, “If we can't respond faster than this to an event we saw coming across the Gulf for days, then why do we think we're prepared to respond to a nuclear or biological attack?” I’ll tell why the two are vastly different. God forbid there was planned act of terror that would occur in a US city, you’d see the nation rally around that cause, the draft would be reinstated with the quickness, hundreds of billions of dollars would be given to big businesses to aid them, and we’d be at war with Iran in three days time. Bush never intended to have a plan to respond to the victims of the hurricane and he hasn’t lost a minute’s sleep because of it. The plan to attack Iran has been in place since the same illegal plan to invade Iraq was set in motion. As long as there’s money to be made by Bush and his cronies, there’s a plan, a backup, and a contingency all outlined.

It’s estimated that it’s going to take an estimate $56 billion dollars to rebuild New Orleans. (That says nothing of the other devastated towns, hamlets and villages that don’t have TV cameras there to chronicle their devastation). Bush generously offered $10 Billion dollars to the relief effort. I guess now he’s concerned about fiscal responsibility now and pinching pennies because of the billions he’s spending to get an oil monopoly . . . I mean building democracy in the Middle East Why not cough up $100 billion W? You are making exponentially more than that by charging us $4.00 a gallon for gas. Why do we, the American public, have to dig deep in our already strained pockets to aid in the relief of these victims? This is the richest nation in the world. Don’t pinch pennies when it comes to your own citizens.

Message boards all over the Internet are filled with posts from white people that are espousing hatred and rejoicing that Katrina caused such devastation and how they wished that it had killed all the (racial epithet) of New Orleans. Black America has been feeling the pain of the racist tone since the first reports of Black people being termed looters and white people were miraculously finding food. We are supposed to accept our lot in life and not complain because that’s the premise of this great nation. Black people, check your birth certificate to see if you are classified as three-fifths of a human being. Chances are, if you are poor and undereducated, it says you are because that’s the way the government is treating us.

Where are the cries of God Bless America that followed 9/11? I guess people want to save their prayers and petitions for causes all America can rally around, not just the Black people. Where is the emergency midnight session for Congress to pass illegal legislation like they did with one white woman who was already dead while thousands of living people suffer without food and water? Will America wear brown ribbons as a show of support for the flood victims of Katrina? I think not. It is with this faith that we as a nation will be able to hew out of the cesspool of despair a drop of hope.

Nothing will change. In two weeks, things will go back to normal. TV stations will go back to being focused on some white girl missing in the Caribbean, Sin City will have dried out and it will be old news. We’ll be tracking the next hurricane that is set to hit Florida and airlifting everyone from The Keys to Disney World to a safe haven. Black America will have digested yet another bitter racist pill and swallowed it with a xenophobic chaser. Katrina has washed away the pretense of equality in this country and we have been left exposed and vulnerable.

Copyright 2005 Scottie Lowe

Tired of seeing black women being portrayed as ghetto bitches, freaks and whores, and black men as barely literate thugs, bulls, and pimps, Scottie Lowe decided it was time to show black people in a positive sexual light. Ms. Lowe is the sole owner and founder of AfroerotiK.com, a company dedicated to eradicating the negative and stereotypical depictions of Black sexuality and providing customized, personalized erotic stories for and about people of color. Her innovative approach to writing Black and interracial erotica is shattering misperceptions and opening the doors to dialogue about subjects long considered taboo.
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I need some tender white flesh to mark Sep 1, 2005 10:32 pm
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The pain in her nipples from the clamps applied there served as a constant reminder to keep her aware of her submissive role. The beautiful Goddess towered above her kneeling form. The heat across her ass from the previous spanking she had received radiated, throbbed and warmed her desires. There was something all too erotic about her need to submit to a Black woman. She could have her pick of white men to play with and the thought of submitting to a white woman left her cold and empty. Submitting to a strict and stern Black woman, however, kept her mouth watering, her pussy dripping wet, her clit engorged and her asshole twitching, waiting to be forcefully taken if need be.

She loved the rich beautiful skin of Black women, the fullness of their bodies, their confidence and unquestionable ability to make her feel like a veritable slut.

She felt her hair being pulled back forcefully as she awaited the gift of her Mistresses swollen, wet Black cunt lowered to her waiting mouth. She could smell the heady scent of Black pussy and her tongue reached out to taste it. The chain on her nipples clamps was pulled at the same moment, causing her to cry out in pain but the sensation of licking that exquisite black pussy and being under its hypnotic power drove her to the edge of orgasm.
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Swim in my Soul Sep 1, 2005 10:28 pm
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I want to be so possessed by a man that I don't know where he begins and where I end. I want my heart to belong to a man so completely, so intimately, that I feel every breath he takes, as my own. I want to be in love. A love that transcends definition. I want my man to love me so completely that I couldn't imagine not fulfilling his wildest fantasy. I want to communicate with him nonverbally, with my eyes, my hands, my soul. I want a man to penetrate me and look deep in my eyes and know that my body is a precious gift to him, and only him. I want to do every erotic, sensual thing my mind can conceive of and know that ultimately it is an act of making love.

I want to taste my man's tears while he is deep inside me. I want him to know that he is protected and safe and I won't let anything or anybody hurt him. I want my man to know that only he and I can share such intimacy and know that there is no reason to look elsewhere for either one of us. I want to feel electricity and sparks every time I see his face, look in his eyes. I want to kiss for hours, losing track of time and not even giving a damn. I want him to be late for work every damn day cause we can't bear the thought of starting the day off without connecting. I want “him,” the man that was created for me, that I was created for.
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White girls need abuse too Aug 30, 2005 9:33 am
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Listen up you white whore, and listen good. I know you want me. I know that sorry excuse of a man you have can’t satisfy you. If you want my hard black cock ramming your slutty pussy, fucking your throat, or shoved up your tight asshole, you are going to have to play by my rules, and play hard. If you want to be used, I’m going to use you until you can’t take it any more. This isn’t some porno where I’m going to eat your pussy and make you cum. Hell no, this is real life and I’m going to fuck you hard and fuck you deep for my pleasure and my pleasure alone. You better take it all and I better not hear you cry or beg me to stop. In fact, I want to hear you begging and pleading with me to use you more.

I’m going to pull your hair and make you take every inch of my hard black cock down your throat. Don’t like it? Tough shit. I want you on your knees servicing my prick any time I tell you and you better beg for more bitch or you just might not get any more, understand? I’m going to pump your mouth and fill your stomach up with my black seed. I want you to swallow every precious drop you bitch. Hold that sweet hot cum in your mouth, I’m going to help it go down when I spit in your fucking mouth. Don’t want me to do that? You won’t have a choice when I have my hands around your throat, choking you until you can’t breathe. By the time I let go, you won’t have any choice but to swallow anything you your mouth. Hmmmmmmmm, maybe I’ll unload some hot rank piss in your mouth as well, would you like that?

Suck my black hairy sweaty balls, bitch. That’s right, get them nice and wet. Lick all that funk off my nutsack and look up at me and tell me that you love it. Smell good whore? Come on bitch, beg to lick raunchy asshole. Is your mouth watering thinking about sucking on my black shithole? Clean it out nice and good for me and show me what white girls are good for. Get it nice and wet; stick your tongue in there really deep. Yeah, white boy never made you feel this way, did he? Is that why you love me so much? Is that why you will do anything I tell you to do? Because I keep your slutty pussy dripping wet and I make you feel like the true slut you want to be? Ohhhh fuck, the way you are sucking at my asshole and moaning makes me think you want more.

I know you can’t get enough because I know all about you. You want your tits slapped and grabbed. You want me to grab you up in my strong, muscular arms and put you over my knee and spank your ass hard until its red and hot. You need me to make you into my black cock whore, desperate to get fucked and used. I bet you even want Biff or Chip or whatever the hell your little white boy’s name is, to watch you get degraded and humiliated like a fucking cock starved prostitute.

Look what we have here. I knew I wouldn’t have to eat your slutty pussy because it’s already dripping from me using your mouth and slapping your tits. Now, I’m going to use your white cunt like you’ve never been used before. You’ve never felt like this before. You’ve dreamt of finding a black man like me that would make you feel like a true slut, whore and sexual animal, the way I make you feel. Thing is, I have to work this big black cock up your tiny hole. It might hurt a little. . . fuck, it’s going to hurt a lot considering all you’ve had up there is a little six inch white pecker. That dumb fuck, thinking he’s doing something crawling on top of you and sweating and humping and pumping that little thing. Let a real man have at you bitch. Ride this black beauty, cunt. Get on your knees and put your face in the pillow because I don’t want to hear you scream. Get ready because I’m going to RAM my big black cock in hard, I’m going to PUMP your wet pussy full of my hard dick; I’m going to turn you into the ultimate whore for black cock. Hell no, you’ll never go back. You’ll have your man paying me to fuck you. You’ll get black cock whore tattooed on your ass. He’ll be sucking my hot black cum out of your pussy just to feel what it’s like to have the cum of a real man inside him. He’ll be begging you to suck my black cock. You’ll be so devoted to me that you’ll beg for me to unload my cum deep inside you to give you a black baby.
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