It was like a ritual. Clutching ropes tied to wooden planks, earthBrotha SkyHy and earthSista Angelica, danced around each other in an awkward strutting peacock sort of way. Momentary respect gives way to intense curiosity and attraction. Walls tumble down as ginger embraces become bold, welcome intrusions. Awkward moments become warm comfortable embraces filled with smiles and laughter. He kisses her shoulders. He kisses her breasts. And on these swings in the public where anyone may pass, SkyHy and Angelica drop all walls, boldly and proudly baring their brown bodies to one another. In the heat...

Jirard: I’ve been shooting a nude series for a little over 5 years & I want to to publish a collection of coffeetable books derived from the work. My “Velvet Painting Series” is designed to be beautifully arousing… celebrating the sexual potency and freedom of wonderfully diverse women. “The Velvet Painting” started as one book… but has evolved into a series of books. After submitting my books to some art book publishers, I was told that they were unable to find a place for these types of projects in their book schedule. And the closing of many bookstores...

The rush of the day has yet to start as random streaks of light share skin with a lover’s touch. Smiles and caresses and kisses follow. His hand tenderly cradles her breasts as she exhales. She gingerly massages his balls and shaft arousing humor and sensual tension. The sun starts losing in the competition for attention as the acts of affection become more intense and passionate. The night before may have been filled with the struggles of the world and day ahead may not be much different; but none of that matters now. At the birthing of the new day, lovers surrender themselves to the moment....

Hey, Lotus. I think my twists could use some tightenin’ up. Can you hook me up? Yeah, Masai. But not here, in the other room. You feel me? Yeah… I feel you… Early in the morning, in that room (you know… the one in the back where all of the stuff you don’t throw away is put because you don’t know what to do with it) earthSista Lotus began to carefully twist the strands of hair of the new earthBrotha Masai. The dawning sun pierced the blinds of the windows that had no curtains painting streaks of lights on the couch, the couple and collection of drawings and sketches...

…“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?...

Black people need 2 see images of ourselves w/ humanity. women beautiful regardless of size, shape or complexion. men strong, sensitive & loving. parents & children caring & happy. couples in love in warm intimate moments. us as lovers, sensual & sexy but not nasty even when we’re nasty. this is not 2 say that other folks dont need 2 see themselves in certain ways. but, i dont know those ways. i DO know how my folks r being fooled by & misrepresented in arts & media. & i DO know how its affecting us. so, all the work i do is in the intention of combatting that....

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....

By Eros Tantric Massage is an ancient esoteric form of massage that is rooted in the principle that the universe we experience is nothing other than the concrete manifestation of divine energy. Tantric Massage is a part of ‘Sacred Sexuality’ where the goal is not the destination, but the indulgent experience of the journey in channeling this potent energy known as Kundalini which lays dormant in the sacral region of the body. The whole body is massaged paying special attention to the sacred areas which are the Yoni and the Lingam. Yoni is the Sanskrit word for the vagina that means “sacred...

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...