…“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...