Spotlight: Black Erotica

The bookshelf has plenty of erotica that caters to a certain audience. Today the audience is diverse yet there is very little light on black erotica authors. I want to challenge all my readers to explore more than just what makes them comfortable. Being with a black man or woman may just be a fantasy to some but we are more than that. We have dreams, passions, and desires that are open for exploration. Sometimes people read erotica to put fuel into their own relationship. There is always more than one way to make love, fuck, and cum. How can you know your sex style if you never take a look at how other people make love? Put away whats familiar and discover something different today.

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Discover: Fucked Up for the First Time

The challenge was laid out on a crowded coffee table with onlookers waiting for me to snort all three lines. Heart racing I put my nose to the white pixel-like dust and took in my first line. A wave of curiosity pushed into my brain then set everything I knew to be a bother on fire. Then the second line was easier than the first and as I inhaled the third one I felt like a champion. Distorted faces cheered me on as beads of sweat came down like rain. However it wasn’t sweating, it was actual rain from outside. I had been outside for hours with no knowledge of how I got there and who was cheering me on. Walking loosely among zombie-like bodies sprawled out on beach chairs, I made my way inside the house. 

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Half naked women claw at my clothes as I drop myself onto a crowded couch. I laid there in a daze barely recognizing any of the ladies around me. As my mind plays with me like a toy, two women take off my pants. Sticky salvia brings heat to my hard cock as each one takes me into their mouth. Then as I fall into their web of lust, someone grabs my hand, jerking me away from pleasure. Chasing a dark shadow down a lonely hallway, the strange hand suddenly let go and I fell back onto a bed of silk sheets. As I gather myself into a ball against the headboard I see a silhouette of a woman. She moves closer into the light holding a black whip in her hand. My body crawls with fear and excitement as I feel the drugs start to subside. 

Quickly I drew in her scent of sweet cherries and vanilla. Confused, I watched her take off her lace panties and throw them to the floor. Then she pulled me to the edge of the bed by my legs then crawled on top of me. She wore a smile of victory on her face as I succumbed to any desire before me. As I began to ponder her needs, I felt a warm sensation over my face. Drowning in pleasure unknown, my tongue felt relief as I sucked her clit. Her body took full control as she massaged her pussy on my face. The fear of death came into my mind then went away as her sweet pussy took me far away. As she rode my face, her moans began to match mine as I felt her hands on my cock. Glossy lips took the job over as I began to fuck her mouth. In sync like lovers, I began to fuck harder and harder. As I felt a rise a hand went into mine and pulled me away from the strange woman. Lost in every way, my wife stood before me ready to take me home.