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Being in love with a pathological liar has really fucked with my head. I have no idea what was true and what was a lie in our relationship, and moreover, I have absolutely no idea how to move forward in another relationship without severely compromised trust issues. It’s especially challenging for me because not only do I need, value, and desire the truth in my relationships (my sexual fetish is “the truth”), I also live by a very strict code that I make sure that I’m as truthful as I can be in my life. I won’t say that I never lie, but it’s minimal, I work really hard to confess when I hav… Read more

It’s that time of year again. Every Spring, it never fails, my sexuality is awakened like the return of the birds and the bees and the flowers on the trees. My nipples seem to stay hard constantly and my pussy throbs at the slightest provocation. I fantasize about sex, about the sights, smells, and sensations of sex at its most raw, passionate state. I think about it, dream about it, I am reminded of past erotic exploits constantly, throughout the warm, sunny days and steamier, hot nights. I CRAVE a man in my life with whom I can express myself, my uninhibited, unashamed, primitive, p… Read more

It’s a topic so important that we have to do a follow up. On our last show, we talked about the dynamics of individuals who are aroused by being called racial epithets during their intimate moments with partners of other races. The last half hour of the show was dedicated to submissive white males and their agendas. There just wasn’t enough time to go into the multi-layers of this HUGE phenomenon so we’re going to dedicate an entire show to peeling off the layers and exposing this trend, where it comes from, and what it all means. On this show, we are going to be exploring the differen… Read more

That’s all I have left of my relationship. All that I have that symbolizes the love I shared with the man I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. It says, “S, I love you. Welcome home,” with a heart scribbled on the bottom. He left it for me on the kitchen cabinet to find when I got to his apartment when he was at work three weeks ago. You see, my boyfriend and I, well, technically he’s my ex-boyfriend now, had a relationship where I would come and spend about four days with him at his apartment and then let him have a week or so alone. He needed time alone. He want… Read more

Let us bow our heads and open our minds. I want nothing more than the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart to work together in perfect harmony to lift the consciousness of all who can hear me. We are here today to give thanks and praise to the most holiest of places, the divine chalice from which all life flows. Come unto My Goddess Temple, the shrine of the Black Madonna, and lay your burdens down. Seek refuge and solace between its hallowed walls. Purify your heart and your spirit as you prepare to trespass within the consecrated space that makes me wholly and completel… Read more

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/afroerotik/2012/08/17/redefining-black-manhood The Black Man: the most coveted, feared, persecuted, emulated, desired man on the planet. Join with me as we begin to slowly chip away at the detrimental and unhealthy definition of what it is to be a Black man and start to redefine what it takes to be a strong, empowered Black man in this society. A GOOD Black man is one who is honest even when he recognizes the consequences of his actions might be detrimental to him, who understands that he has to develop all aspects of his personality in order to be a whole hum… Read more

It never fails. When I think of you, my nipples seem to stay hard constantly and my pussy throbs at the slightest provocation. I fantasize about sex with you, about the sights, smells, and sensations of our sex at its most raw, passionate level. I think about it, dream about it, I am constantly reminded of past erotic exploits we’ve shared, throughout the warm, sunny days and steamier, hot nights. I CRAVE you in my life, the man with whom I can express myself, my uninhibited, unashamed, primitive, primal, sexual self. I need you lover, I need to let down my guard with you, express m… Read more

Society told me a secret. Society told me a secret that a white woman’s pussy tastes better than mine. That’s exactly what society wants me to believe. There is this rumor going around that white woman is prettier, no, no, she’s HOT. She’s sexier, she’s better in bed; she’s more sophisticated and less sassy. Everyone, and I do mean everyone, desires a white woman; she’s the epitome of beauty and lust. The white woman is a sign of status, she lets Black men know that they have arrived when they can have her on his arm; she’s the trophy to be put on display. She sure is beautiful, fla… Read more

Dear, delicious, sweet, chocolate warrior. One thing we need to work on is redefining how you function, operate, and communicate with me. I don't need a sub to yes Ma'am me to death. You are a Black man, you carry the weight and responsibility of being the most revered, feared person on the planet. You are strong, wise, noble, altogether brilliant and beautiful. That should come across in every word you utter, every minute of the day, in my presence and out. I don't want a weak, sniveling submissive Black man who doesn't have a mind of his own, who can't answer a question, who wants to… Read more

In this episode of HoneySoul Radio we will explore Black Female Dominance and white male submission in the kinky world of BDSM. We will discuss the white man's dirty secret concerning his desire for sexual humiliation and abuse he secretly seeks by the hands of the Black Female. We will explore the irony of power and the psyche of the white male seeking the desire to become the slave under the Black woman. Join us and our special guest Scottie Lowe of AfroerotiK, as she shares her life as a Femme Domme and the kinky subject and exposes the white man's dirty secret. http://www.blogtalkrad… Read more

I have an unnatural addiction to all things vanilla. That’s not a metaphor for white men, I just love the flavoring. I love vanilla scented candles, Good Hope Vanilla Tea, smelling vanilla extract straight from the bottle, I love vanilla. I love to juice mangoes and pineapple in the summer and drink it for breakfast it on my balcony. I love my best friend, even if she doesn't love me anymore. I love salads with avocado and black olives and home grown, organic tomatoes. I love salsa music with a passion and a dance partner who is taller than me when I’m in heels. I love going to a jazz club a… Read more

I have searched the internet high and low for visual content, websites, videos, artwork, pictures, audios, etc of Black couples dominating white males. I have found everything but. I've found some erotic stories, poorly written erotic stories in fact, but I only ran across ONE video and it was rather tame. Can someone please direct me to a site where the concept of a white man sucking a real black dick for a Black Domme is depicted?… Read more

I want you to wake up to the sensation of my soft lips sucking your dick to hardness. Between your legs, my mouth is enveloping you, swallowing you, sensuously sliding up and down your shaft. I don’t want you to get used to the sensation because that’s not the purpose of the day. The objective is to lick your sweet asshole. You can spread your legs for me, holding your knees to your chest to give me better access. I’m going to take things slow, kissing and licking the backs of your thighs, gently grazing my lips against your ass cheeks. Can you feel my tongue licking your hole, my li… Read more

I want to be face down on the bed with my ass up, my pussy lips spread for you, showing off my wet, pink, aroused center. I want to feel the head of your dick sliding up and down my wet slit, teasing me, rubbing on my clit, making me whimper, making me desperate to have you inside me. I want to feel you penetrate me, drive your dick deep inside me and stroke me, make me moan. Grip my hips, steady yourself and take aim. Fuck me. Fuck me until our bodies are sweating and the only sounds in the room are of our bodies slapping together, the steady rhythm of our unbridled fucking. I want… Read more

I am to be counted among the women that love anal sex. I remember when I was a teen and I found my mom's collection of porn, I was fascinated with the pictures of anal sex. I don't know if that influenced my desire or was a premonition of my proclivities. When I got to college I was preoccupied with trying to make sense of my bisexuality so anal sex got put on the back burner for a while. When the urge hit me, it hit strong. I thought about it all the time and didn't really know what to do about it. I would try to wiggle and moan more when my boyfriend's fingers got close to that area bu… Read more

She emerged from the shadows like a panther, her silhouette bathed in candlelight. The round curves of her full Ebony frame were a stark contrast to the ten inches of protruding Black dildo that was strapped to her body. He knelt before her, humbled by her majestic and powerful presence, this Divine representation of beauty and strength. She caressed the sides of his face, her fingernails grazing his cheek gently. He knew his assignment without having to be told was to lick and suck that strapon to prepare it for the severe assfucking he was about to receive. He knew it wasn’t rea… Read more

My boyfriend and I both LOVE anal sex. And when I say we love it, I know that I can’t get enough of it and he’s an anal enthusiast to say the least. If I had my way, I could take a dick in my ass every day, twice a day if I had the chance. Timothy, on the other hand, likes to keep a little variety in our sex lives so he has me on anal restriction. I can only get butt fucked twice a week so I have to ration it out until I’m desperate for it and I can’t take it anymore. Timothy can always tell when I when it’s “my time” because I start getting a little more frisky. While we’re fixi… Read more