…“I want to taste you,” he whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this moment from the day we met.  I need to feel you explode in my mouth.  I want to give you pleasure untold and drink freely from your center.”  I slid my finger between my engorged lips, brought my finger to my lips and seductively sucked it, tasting my slippery, sweet juices… excerpt from Scottie Lowe’s At Last a tale of romance in Scottie’s AfroerotiK Its just moments. The secret moments. Hidden under covers in darkness, not in shame but as guilty pleasures. Should we open ourselves up so much?...

Several months ago Scottie Lowe shared her AfroerotiK romance, At Last. And we were so inspired by this creation that several of us worked together to create captures that visually imagined her prose. Moments in her story like… “He could whisper in my ear, telling me all the things he wanted to do to me, describing his fantasies about me in poetic, glorious detail and I would melt.” and… “Instinctively, I pushed back, grinding the soft, full curves of my ass against him, leaning my body back and luxuriating in his hands caressing my waist and his nibbles to my earlobe....

Part two of an AfroerotiK romance (The second half of the is wonderful story is too intense for the general audience of followers; it is available to members with a premium subscription. If you don’t have one, please get it, and support the Garden.) As if by conditioning, when I could tell things were reaching their critical boiling point, I said, “Come on baby, stop. Let’s not get too carried away.”  That did nothing to deter him however and he became even more assertive, sliding his hands over my breasts and making me elicit the most intense moans of pleasure.  “Mmmm, king,...

Part one of an AfroerotiK romance My entire relationship with Charles, what little there was of it, consisted of countless opportunities for emotional growth and never-ending nights of frustration.  We hadn’t been dating long, only a few months, but our liaison was defined by what seemed to be an endless supply of patience on Charles’ part and innumerable occasions for me to redefine myself anew.  Unfortunately, I am plagued with a biological preponderance for self-doubt which he was challenging me to face head on.  My mother hadn’t bonded with me during her pregnancy thus I was left challenged...

by Scottie Lowe Stress is wreaking havoc on our lives. Marriage, children, threats of terror, and our daily 9-5 are causing us tension. Stress can manifest itself in a number of physically debilitating ways. That excruciating migraine that pounds your head, that searing pain in your neck and shoulders, and that dull aching pressure you feel in the small of your back can all be caused by stress. It seems the body translates the anxiety and frustration you feel and manifests it as very real, very painful physical sensations. There’s good news, however, about the ways to relieve and lesson some...

By Scottie Lowe TheAfrican-centered community is steeped in sexual dysfunction. For all of our efforts to rid ourselves of European cultural, social, and spiritual norms, we have denied our sexual growth by blanketing everything under the assumption that anything other than heterosexual vaginal/penal intercourse is European and thus deemed “not African”. When the African-centered community discusses sexuality, they are most often satisfied with making uninformed references to ancient sacred sexual texts from the East and asserting that those texts were stolen from Africa. We are far from healthy...

by Scottie Lowe I recently read a deluded and sad “Letter to a Black Feminist” by a gentleman who blamed feminists for . . . well, basically, anything and everything he could think of. The fact that he didn’t even correctly identify what a feminist was or our real agendas didn’t seem to bother the numerous people who responded and told him how insightful and well thought out is misguided ramblings were. I am a feminist. I am an unapologetic Black feminist. I’m saddened by the lies, mistruths, and ignorance being perpetuated in my name and feel it’s my responsibility to share the truth...

By Scottie Lowe Interracial pornography, and Black porn for that matter, is fundamentally racist and no one is addressing it, complaining about it, or even acknowledging it.  It’s nigger porn, right off the plantation: big, Black bucks who can’t control their lust for the supposed beautiful white women.  Interracial porn throws the N word around like it’s rice at a wedding and white men are masturbating to it as if it’s an aphrodisiac.  Black men, farmed from the underprivileged ghettos where Black porn stars are bred, are effectively emasculated in white male society so they actually...

By Scottie Lowe Sometimes, the best erotic expression is short and sweet and to the point, like your favorite song on the radio that moves you and is over almost as soon as it begins.  The words and the music all come together and wrap themselves like a memorable lover wraps themselves around your mind, arousing you and satisfying you in a multitude of ways.  It’s the steady pounding of the Afro-Cuban rhythm that is genetically encoded in our DNA.  It’s the sexy salsa song that gets the blood pumping in your veins.  It’s that jazzy, funky, R&B that Black people all over the world...

By Scottie Lowe I AM my hair.  I am my naps.  I am my African wooly hair.  I am every African woman who was beaten and told that she had to cover her hair or lose her life.  I AM every slave woman who loved her nappy hair and who had to see white women and mulatto slaves get preferential treatment for having straight hair.  I will NEVER as long as I live let straight hair define my beauty. If you ever watch that show “Yo Mama” on MTV, every show, they crack on someone for having nappy hair and everyone in the audience rolls with laughter.  Anyone who finds nappy headed momma...