I’ve been putting off writing this follow-up piece to White Male Submission for almost a year now. My love/hate relationship with submissive white men on any given day is tempered by how many cups of Roobois tea I’ve had to keep me calm, exactly how effective I think I’ve been in communicating to them another way to look at their behaviors, and how annoying they insist on being. Submissive white men love me and I . . . well . . . I don’t hate white men, of the submissive or any other variety, but I’m not fond of the arrogance, lack of empathy, compassion, or concern many of them have for… Daha fazlasını okun

It is time to explore this subject again. Attention needs to be drawn to this as it is rampant and pervasive and it's indicative of mental illness en masse. This was written about 10 years ago. I will post the follow up that I wrote about two years ago. With the proliferation of white cops slaughtering Black men in the streets, arresting them for nothing more than being black, I will not let their pathology go unchecked. One can’t pick up a magazine or listen to a discussion about the black community these days without reading about “DL brothas”, or black men that have sex with other men wh… Daha fazlasını okun

At different points in our lives we have to examine ourselves and our motivations and decide if we need to change who we are. Today is that day for me. For the better part of 15 years or so, I’ve been a Domme. I am what is referred to as a lifestyle Domme meaning I do not do it professionally but merely for the pleasure and joy I receive from it personally. More specifically, I am a psychological Domme, meaning I have no desire to inflict pain on anyone, I don’t want or need anyone to do stupid tasks to prove my superiority. My arousal, my very physical and sexual arousal comes from g… Daha fazlasını okun

Listen up you white whore, and listen good. I know you want BLACK dick: big, hard, thick black dick. You know that sorry excuse of a clit you have can’t satisfy anyone, it’s not hard enough, big enough, you know you don’t have the skills to stroke and pump a real pussy to pleasure. You’re a white faggot. You want hard black cock ramming your slutty asspussy, fucking your throat, shoved up your tight asshole until it pumps thick, hot, virile sperm in your white boi cunt. You want to be used, I’m going to make sure you are used you until you can’t take it anymore, until your body is no lo… Daha fazlasını okun

I asked the question yesterday if I was being hypocritical because I didn’t write my brand of erotica, focused on the relationship and the connection between lovers, for couples that include Black men and white women. Since everyone seems to feel I did the right thing, I’ll play my own devil’s advocate. I never want to be so arrogant as to assume I’m always right about a situation and something about this particular situation is nagging at me. I created AfroerotiK for Black people to find a home where they could feel validated and secure in their sexuality, to see healthy examples of not… Daha fazlasını okun

We've been out for dinner and drinks. We come back to my place for conversation and listening to music. To the casual observer it’s just a girl’s night out. You know I want more but we don't even discuss it. It’s late and you say you have to leave. I walk you to the door and you stall. You want me to make the first move you don't know how to say it. I sense your hesitation and I absolutely can't wait another moment. I lean in close and I start to gently, softly kiss your neck. You throw your head back and you let me make love to your neck with my mouth. I push you gently against the door a… Daha fazlasını okun

We are in a perpetual state of sexual dysfunction because we can’t have an informed, mature, logical conversation about sex and sexuality without one of two dynamics halting any forward progress. The first is always the ever popular “Ewww, that’s nasty.” People LOVE, love, love to insist that everything is nasty, everything is wrong, everything is inappropriate to discuss. People have been socialized to have an obsessive need to shame, disparage, denigrate, and denounce anything, everything, and anyone who has the audacity to discuss sex and sexuality so that they can appear infinitely mo… Daha fazlasını okun

I absolutely and vehemently believe that the act of deriving pleasure from degrading, slapping, choking, inflicting pain, humiliating, calling someone names, and using sex as a form of power comes from a place of low self-esteem. It is my unwavering belief that the person who is driven to perform those sorts of acts to someone else does so to boost their own sense of self, not from a place of true power or benign sex play, but the need to objectify and demean someone else comes from a need to feel more empowered, to make themselves feel worthy, to feel superior to someone because there is som… Daha fazlasını okun

Morality and integrity, really and truly, are figments of my imagination. They don’t exist. Everyone has a need to lie, to cheat, everyone has a need to seek out the taboo and the forbidden. Everyone has a desire, a very much socialized, driving, obsessive imperative, to portray themselves as righteous and without flaw which creates in them a secret drive to behave in ways that are exactly the opposite of what they portray in public. It creates dysfunction, a mental disconnect. This need to deny your sexuality in public and pretend to be asexual creates mental illness; it creates peop… Daha fazlasını okun

The images of African Americans in the adult industry are largely atypical of the true Black experience. The perpetuation of racist and stereotypical images prevalent in the adult industry work to foster unhealthy and diseased perceptions of African Americans and render the majority of African Americans without avenue for healthy erotic expression. The perpetuation of the Black woman as the Ghetto Bitch, Ghetto Whore, and Ghetto Freak is not reflective of the vast and overwhelming majority of Black women. The perpetuation of the Black man as the barely literate, one-dimensional bull is offen… Daha fazlasını okun

Dressed in his pink satin panties under his unassuming khaki pants, Eli headed out to the adult bookstore to get his fix. He needed to have his mouth fucked hard, he needed to eat thick loads of hot cum from nameless, faceless, anonymous Black men. The light flickered through the glory hole to indicate movement in the booth next to Eli. The black man in the booth next to him had his pants off and was jacking his impressive, massive tool: waiting for a hot, wet hole to stick it in. Eli put his eye first to the hole first, then his tongue. The black man didn’t bother putting his cock th… Daha fazlasını okun

We aren’t in love. Hell, we hardly even know each other. Our connection could best be described as fleeting and fragile. But tonight, I really need you to pretend. I need you to pretend that you love me. I need you to pretend that you can’t breathe without me. Pretend that you don’t mind me crying on your shoulder and my tears falling gently on your chest, that the weight of my leg across your thigh isn’t a bother. Make believe that you love running your hand along the curve from my waist to my ass, caressing my mocha-colored skin with the tenderness of a long time lover. Tonight,… Daha fazlasını okun

It was the sound of his voice that triggered the knowing. In that split second, when I heard the acoustic waves created only by his vocal cords, I knew I had found my perfect submissive. He is the other half of the amulet, the yin to my yang, the missing piece that fits my kinky puzzle perfectly. Intelligent, articulate, completely depraved and perverted; he fits me. He is my equal and my opposite in every way. For all of my excellence and superiority he is excellently and equally inferior. He craves filth in a way that is far more extreme than most people could wrap their heads around… Daha fazlasını okun

Today, I was looking for inspiration for my book, In Loving Color, and it really struck me how much of an impact I've had on Black erotica. When I started AfroerotiK in 2003 there were literally no photographers shooting erotic images of Black couples. There were vulgar porn shots of booties and GYN shots of coochies. There were erotic shots of men. There were more erotic images of white couples than I could shake a stick at. True Black erotica, with couples, was so rare that is was like looking for a needle in a haystack. There was Black erotic art but it was drawings and paintings. Photog… Daha fazlasını okun

Let’s imagine a world where all the world’s religious leaders decree tomorrow that eating is bad, sinful, and wrong, and moreover, that if you absolutely MUST eat, it can’t be enjoyable, it has to be bland, without taste, and you have to eat in secret and in shame, and if you enjoy eating that you are a bad person. Almost immediately, your normal, healthy mind would scream at you to enjoy that lobster, that juicy mango or summer peach, that hot apple pie with ice cream at all costs. Everyone would know in their hearts that eating is essential for life, that there is absolutely nothing wr… Daha fazlasını okun

I emerged from the shadows like a panther, my silhouette bathed in candlelight. The round curves of my full Ebony frame were a stark contrast to the protruding Black dildo that was strapped to my body. He knelt before me, humbled by my majestic and powerful presence, this Divine representation of beauty and strength. I caressed the sides of his face, my 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 real but he wanted to show me… Daha fazlasını okun

Night time is the right time when those feelings and urges start to surface. During the day, there are enough distractions and obligations to stay occupied. On the other side of midnight, the sweet elixir of lust begins to flow freely, creating that dynamic tension, that insatiable need that can only be filled by the release of an earth-shattering orgasm. She was alone. More than alone, she was lonely. Her spirit yearned for connection and intimacy. Her heart ached to love and be loved. Her body craved passion, passion of the hot, sweaty, fuck-the-sheets-off-the-bed variety. Withou… Daha fazlasını okun

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… Daha fazlasını okun

I love to know what gets people off in private, the things that they don’t want to tell anyone else because they fear being shamed or ridiculed. I get so turned on when people open up to me and tell me the dirty, nasty, filthy, perverted, depraved, taboo, immoral fantasies they have. Do you get off on something you know is wrong but you can’t help yourself? Do you enjoy something forbidden that you can’t tell anyone else? Tell me. I crave knowing the things that get people off that they don’t want to tell anyone else.… Daha fazlasını okun

Steven fucked up. After his last meeting with me, he sat and stewed and seethed with animosity. He wanted to get me back, he wanted to make me pay. His plans backfired unfortunately. He destroyed his chances with the one and only true Black Goddess whom he’d ever encountered. Apparently, he had gotten in his disturbed mind that I was blackmailing him when nothing could be further from the truth. Well, not only that, but he had the audacity, the unmitigated nerve to accuse me of things so absurd, so unfathomable to any sane mind, that he offended me in ways not many subs had ever had th… Daha fazlasını okun