Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Sweet Shiraz

Hands Study By Ivan Alifan

Stuck on the couch

It’s 3:27 in the morning

The wine stain on my shirt reminds me of the leftover wine in my glass

I take a sip

And a few more

It’s 4:30 am and I am suddenly awakened by a thump between my thighs

I try not to call you because I like to wake up alone

And you like to tell me sentimental things

But I need the company of your warm lips to take the edge off

The way your tongue massages the parts of me that are most sensitive

With a kiss she is reassured she will be cared for

My body is so light

So warm

Floating at the thought of you caressing me right now

Planting my fingers in my mouth for preparation

Visions of your face framed between my thighs

With this look of hunger in your eyes

I could no longer wait

Lightly gliding my fingers across my clit

Nipples growing

Breathing heavy

Your name slipped a few times as I got closer

Gripping onto the cushion beneath me as if I am falling

That intense feeling,





A sudden breeze from my window glazed over my body

cooling me down

Sweat sitting on top of my skin,

slowly evaporating

Just like my visions of you

And the rest of the wine in my glass

Posted in Erotica, New Post, Poetry

All Summer

Summer Art By Eris Fischl

We can’t keep doing this

A magnetic force when you’re around

So much sexual chemistry

I have morals

But even on Sundays,

Impossible to keep my panties dry

Heart skips at the sound of you

Just the smell of you makes me moist

I don’t mind performing

I don’t get stage fright

I want to spend all summer in you

Let’s do laps in this bed

I want to drown in you

For old time sake

We can’t keep doing this

You meet me around the corner at five

Massaging my now clean hands with Shea Butter

I can’t wait to run my fingers down your spine

Between your thighs

My fingers meet your smooth lips

I am fluent in the language that your body speaks

It gestures that I should find the deepest parts of you

The warmest part of you

The sweetest part of you

But for real, this is the last time

Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Sweet Zai

 Peach color

Sweet as organic honey

Salivating at the thought of you

You move as if you know you’re being watched

And I enjoy the view

I enjoy you pleasing yourself

whining your hips against your fingers

My favorite actually

I love when you serve them to me

After they’ve been so deep in your sea

Onto this soft platter

one at a time

I remove the sweet gold from your fingers

in between your fingers

Savoring every drop of it

licking the remains of you off my bottom lip

That usually gets you wetter

You part your thighs

Showing me your sweet peach

Glistening like honey

Posted in Erotica, New Post, Poetry

What You Made Me Do

Mother, May I By Marianna Tomaselli

Lost in the way you stare into my eyes

I stumble over my left foot

My cheeks immediately turn red and my armpits are wet

Somehow, my panties are too

The smirk on your face was confirmation that you like to see me in distress

I reminded myself 10 times white jeans were a mistake

But, for some reason you convinced me

except, you weren’t even present

The red wine you bought was visible on my crotch

resembling a period stain

She demanded that I remove my jeans and she would replace them

What she came down with was not what she promised

As if she promised anything at all

My heart began to pound loudly

I was afraid she would hear

Hands began to feel clammy

I was hoping she wouldn’t ask for my hand

Yet, she asked for both

She directed me to her cold floor

where I slowly planted my knees on, firmly

This replacement was much better than I’d imagine

It looked a lot bigger from down here

She demanded I that I make it disappear, so I did.

That night, I left with more than a fantasy.

Posted in Erotica, Free Thought, New Post, Poetry

Safe Word

I am invisible to you

So I think

I fantasize about you daily

In hopes of manifesting you into my bed

Or yours

Intertwined in your soft thick thighs

You take the lead this time around

Planting kisses on every sensitive spot

Wrap your hand around my neck

That grip just makes everything that much more intense

Don’t hold back

I’m no angel

Treat me roughly

Do what comes to mind

My only safe word is more

It’s what I desire

Posted in Erotica, Poetry

6 a.m.

Still got the taste of you on the tip of my tongue

Legs wrapped around my neck like bear hugs

Sheets wrinkled;

gripped by your fingers

Scratches look like art on my shoulders

Moaning til the sun comes up

But I’ll still be down here

Posted in Erotica, Poetry


Tracing your shoulders and clavicles with the tip of my fingers

Sending chills down your thighs

Watching your eyes roll back

Watching you bite your bottom lip

Wishing It was between my lips instead

Imagining what flavor you’ll have lingering on my lips when you’re away

Hoping this time you won’t be gone too long

Having to find the words every time we meet-to having a hard time finding your panties

I like when you leave them here; a souvenir

It reminds me how wet my fingers were when I slid them down

The time it took to get you here doesn’t compare to the work I put in when you wore my favorite dress

Caressing your body, making you feel at home before you dip

Before you leave, don’t

I wish you could stay longer,

Staying longer means more work

So I let you cum when she got you stressed

Posted in Erotica, Short Stories

Pt. 1

I scoped her out from across the bar, swirling her coils between her fingers and sipping on what looks like Jameson. The prettiest woman I’ve seen in this dry ass bar in a while. We made eye contact, it felt like we were in slow motion. I was watching her staring back into my eyes, her tongue was searching for her straw, trying to take another sip. I looked away, but I could still feel her eyes pierce through me. I decided to order another drink to work up the courage to walk over there and talk to her. As I turn around I see her also walking towards me, so I took a few steps towards her, she stood about 10 feet away. Then suddenly, this tall, beautiful, dark chocolate man grabs her from behind by the waist and they start making out. I was so fucking embarrassed! So I played it off like I was heading for the back door to get some air. Am I tripping? She was definitely coming for me, she was staring me in my eyes. I was so embarrassed, it took all my energy. I just left and walked home, the worst had already happened and I just wanted to end it there. I got a text from my ex on the way home and just when I thought the worst was over. She just won’t leave me alone!

“Where’d you go? Always running away from me… and your problems.” I had no idea she was there and if I did, she’s right, I probably would have run out that bitch so fast. We’ve been broken up for a whole year and she still hasn’t gotten the hint.

“I honestly did not know you were in there Robyn.” I had no words for her other than the truth. She texted back in like 3 seconds before I could even put my phone back in my pocket.

“Then why’d you leave so abruptly? I watched you down your drink and you took off because you saw me, right?” This night was suppose to be the night I got some ass, but instead, I got curved by some fine ass girl and to top it off my ex won’t leave me alone, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was downstairs waiting outside my front door bumping Bryson Tiller. Robyn’s a good person and she means well, I just wish she’d leave me alone and move on already. She cheated more than once and I had enough of it.

“Robyn, I really didn’t know you were there. I got a bad vibe and just wanted to leave. That’s it that’s all, not everything is about you.” She texted me back some long ass text about how I never want to talk about our situation, but to be honest, I’m pretty much over this night and my phone so I turned it off.

As soon as I got home I thought about that girl at the bar, I was getting wet thinking about her, I don’t even know her. I laid down on my bed and closed my eyes. The image of her in my head turned me on even more so I reached down between my legs and my fingers slipped. I imagined she was sitting in front of me on my bed getting undressed, revealing her perfect breasts and pierced nipples. She started caressing them and biting her lip. I started massaging my clit in a circular motion. She starts taking off her jeans and panties. She began moving closer to me, but still across from me. She laid down on her back and spread her legs. My mouth got so watery at the thought of me devouring her pussy. She slid her finger so slowly and deep inside of me, she pulled them out slowly and used my wetness to rub her clit. I moaned “fuck, I’m about to cum” massaging a bit faster. She got on top of me and started kissing me and I came. Then she was gone, that fast.

Posted in Erotica, New Post, Poetry


I’m not sure if you know how important it is to hear a woman moan through pleasure

I get so tense and weak

Every spot will be touched

everything becomes about you,

although so much benefits me

That look in your eyes when I first slide my fingers in,

I’m assuming what you look like makes me want to never stop,

stop until you convulse

eyes rolled back and fingers indented in my skin

The only time when bruises are felicitous

I want to be apart of every moment and feeling although I can’t feel it physically

But mentally

I’m taking every part of you apart,

Little by little

learning your wants and needs

Making this desire into a desperate yearn

A desperate need

The term “thirsty” means shit when it’s actually accurate

I want to drink you,

I want to sip you so delicately

I want to Brew you

Preserving every drop

Every sound you make permanently indicates what i should do next

Guide me

Talk to me through your body

Every moment is so important,


I need to attain this language your body speaks

it’s vital to learn what you crave- because I crave you