when you moan

When you moan
When you release your vocal expression of bliss
It compounds my pleasure
Causes me to soar higher
Sends me spinning
Makes me want to drive faster to the destination of your release

E.R.O.T.I.C.A

acronym for EROTICA -
Enchantingly Refined Offering Teasing Imagination with Confidence & Allure

There are times…

There are times when I want you to feel the warm of my mouth on your wetness
Its faint presence
Slight movement
Feel me whisper my desires to your nib while I taste you
Make you feel my words
As I converse with your nerve endings
Taste you with gently-powerful pleasure
Fluid tongue swirls
Use my tongue and place it on the tip of your entrance
Teases you
Dip my tongue
In …
Out …
In …
Out …
In …

ventriloquist

Take me in your mouth
Use your tongue
Make me speak like you’re some kind of erotic ventriloquist
Turn me into your puppet
Command me
Give me life
Remain mute
Place your lips sealed around my form and make me speak
Throw my voice across the room
Don’t move your lips
Cause me to produce sounds from my stomach
Cast a spell on me
Tongue voodoo

Diary of DeeDee Walker: 18 April – body part pt2

Body party pt2

…My nukki was soaked in her own wetness. I could feel my damp knickers against my nukki’s folds and it was making me even hornier. I wanted to fuck Adrian there and then. Wanted to throw him down on the table, on top of the food, and ride his dick – fuck him hard and wild. Fuck him like I wanted to break the 10 foot long solid oak table we were seated at. It was taking all my strength to restrain myself from raping him there and then. I had calmed down from my pending orgasm but was still breathing slightly heavy. My nipples were hard and I felt flush and hot; it’s a good thing I’m black because otherwise my flushed cheeks would have shown. I looked at Adrian who was still talking to Jerome and acting like nothing didn’t happen. I gazed at him and was torn between astonishment and frustration; he was so calm that I wanting to slap him for almost making me cum. Maybe he felt my eyes in the back of his head because he turned around and smiled at me. He still had that smug look on his face. I wanted to know what he was thinking, how he managed to remain so calm and act like nothing had happened. Actually, I wanted to do the same to him in some way. Tease him, play with him, bring him to the brink of bussin’ a nut and then stop. Make the fucker hard and weak at the same time. However, I knew that revenge is a dish best served cold so I’ll wait to strike back; wait until he wasn’t expecting.

Hey Mr DJ

She likes the way he plays
The way his fingers mix songs
They are delicate
Agile
Skilled
She longs for her nipples to be his turntables
For him to play music on them
Make her moan a harmony
Exhale audio frequencies of pleasures
She touches herself

DJ Face’s orgasmic slow jams

It had been a hectic day at work and Coco was sure glad it was Friday. The only thing that got her through the day was DJ Face playing on Flames FM from 10-1 that day. She was glad she could just plug in her headphones, log on and listen to him play her favourite tunes while she was at work. However, today was extra special beacuse he was hyped up about the Britjam reunion party happening the following day at CLUB CC2 (Colloseum Complex). She had gone to BritJam and it was truly epic; it was the highlight of holiday and raving year. Coco was hype too as 1. She was going to the rave 2. DJ Face was doing a special slow jam session later that evening to cover for another DJ on the station. Coco was a slow jam freak. She loved the baseline, the tempo but most of all the lyrics. The amount of slow jams she had she could have been a DJ herself. If there was one sure way to get her in the mood, feeling horny and wet it would be slow jams. DJ Face dropped some tunes that morning and Coco sturggle to not whine up herself in her chair or give him a ‘brap, brap’ in the middle of the office. She even struggled to not nod her head too much while she listened to the show. After DJ Face’s show finished at 1pm the rest of the day seemed to drag so Coco decided to listened to his mix CD to get her through the day. At 5 o’clock sharp Coco shut down her computer and left the office. She refused to stay late on a Friday 1. She wanted to do a bit of shopping that evening 2. It was Friday and Friday and working late don’t go together.

On the way home Coco smiled to herself as she anticipated to tunes DJ Face would be dropping later that night. As she emerged up the stairs from Brixton station she was greeted by the usual noise, sights and human traffic of Brixton high street – it was to high street that never slept (kind of like New York but it was South London). She turned left and walked towards Iceland where her incense man was every Friday. She had been buy from him for the last 4 years and stopped to chat with him before heading into the market. One of the things Coco loved about Brixton was that she could always catch a few shops open after work and could do her shopping. Shopping on Saturday morning in Brixton is long and not good for her temperament. By the time she got in it was 6:30 and Coco made dinner, called her girls to confirm details and outfits for tomorrow. She switched on her computer and logged on to Eroticnoire’s blog (www.eroticnoire.wordpress.com) for her daily fix of erotica. She finished reading the final part of ‘Coffee, Cake and Kink’. By the end of the story Coco was horny and wet. She decided it was a good time to have bath and her usual Friday night spliff to help her unwind and put calm her mind. Both the bath and spliff made Coco feel dozzy as she lounged on her sofa, so she set her alarm for 10pm so she could wake up for DJ Face’s slow jam show.

The buzzing of her phone alarm woke Coco up from a dream she was having about Femi from Eroticnoire’s story. She was wet and her nipples were hard. She couldn’t help herself so she went to her bedroom and her bedside cabinet and pulled out her rampant rabbit. She returned back into the living room, turned on her stereo and sat on the floor with her back resting against her sofa. The stereo came on and DJ Face had just started playing. She picked up her blackberry and sent him a message.
‘I’m locked in and ready for you to do me good with your slow jams – Coco’.
As soon as she sent the message DJ Face faded the song and gave her a shout out.

Ask Mr E – the Q&A session

Over the last few months I’ve been ask by followers of my blog and via my BB (pin:280f671C) for advice, tips and suggestions relating to their sex lives.

Some of the questions have ranged from what sex toy to recommend, to best position for orgasm and of course how to make a woman squirt. So, I’ve finally decided to open up a ‘surgery’ to offer whatever knowledge and insight I can impart.

How it’ll work is you’ll ask a question(s) and i’ll post it (minus personal details) and my response on the blog. The ‘surgery’ will be open 24/7, however responses will (unless totally urgent) be posted Wednesday-Friday.

I should say that first and foremost that all question will be kept totally anonymous and privacy totally respected. Secondly, and this is my little disclaimer, the advice I give is just that … advice. It’s not the gospel or testimony.

Now that i’ve got that out the way please feel free to ask me any quesitons you may have via
email: askeroticnoire@gmail.com
leave a message below
or
via BBM: pin:280F671C

here’s one question answered: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-xh

The great Rampant Rabbit debate – how do you use yours?

So i was having a convo with a lady friend and it seems there are various ways women use their rampant rabbits. Most women only use the ‘ears’ but many have a preference as to which direction their rabbit is pointing (either with the shaft pointing downwards/between their thighs or pointing upwards). It made me wonder … so the two questions are

1. how do you use yours
2. which direction does it point in

Eroticnoire
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Freestyle Friday

I haven’t done a ‘creative corner’ post for a little while so thought i’d do one today …

As like with the old ‘creative corners’ its 5 words of your choice – the more random the better. Simply leave them in the comments box below. Lets have some fun

Mr E

here are the poems thus far:
Freestyle Friday pt6: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-wd
Freestyle Friday pt5: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-w9
Freestyle Friday pt4: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-w4
Freestyle Friday pt3: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-vY
Freestyle Friday Pt2: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-vT
Freestyle Friday Pt1: http://wp.me/p1IvlS-vP