Calling all lovers of erotic literature from black authors.
Join the Eroticnoire book club and indulge your literally desires.
It takes place on Wednesday 6 June
Held at Coffee Cake and Kisses
54 Warren Street, W1T 5NN
The Eroticnoire book club is the perfect place to meet like-minded literary enthusiasts. Enjoy some herbal tea, coffee and delicious cakes.
Each month lovers of black erotic literature are invited to meet up and review a chosen book. Guests will have a chance to share and hear views on the highs and lows of the chosen book. They’ll also be discussions that explore erotic literature in general and all its pleasures.
Everyone will be able to offer a book for next meet up which will be voted on. All suggested books not selected will be added to a reading list for future consideration or for everyone to enjoy in their own time – no need to waste a good book.
The launch will be hosted by erotic author @megphilipauthor
Co-hosted by @yve_olution
Spaces are limited. Book your ticket here https://www.eventbrite.com/e/eroticnoire-book-club-tickets-46155918595
A man’s tongue ought to be a tourist when tasting a woman.
It needs to be curious, explore,
discover, languish in the wonderment
of her wetness landscape.
Create fond memories with his tongue.
Capture pictures with his lips.
Over indulge, go deep into the history of her moans, relish culture of her spasms
We fuck like the working week
You thrust down on my hardness with the Monday morning commute vexation
Cause me to grit my teeth and snarl hard and long like Tuesday afternoon
We sex with the uplifting joy of humpday, mid week relief
You tease me with Thursday anticipation of pending days coming pleasure
We revel in our carnal pleasures like Friday and erupt with 5pm Friday release.
We fuck like the working week
Enjoy four hours of slowjam pleasures. I call it the sexathon edition.
It’s my fetish. My vice. My weakness.
She is a language, a dialogue, a dialect that is way more advanced than people know and can comprehend. Her soul is phonics. Her mind syntax. her passion is grammar. Her body is punctuation. Her movement is words.
I love the way you moan when you cum for me. It’s more than a sound. It’s audio seduction. Sensual frequency. Alluring vibration. Delicious decibels.
Watching you play with yourself. It’s a classic movie. My favourite song. It’s sunset. It’s like going back home. It’s Sunday dinner. So put your show on repeat. Let me listen to the music of your orgasm. Colour my vision with the hues of your pleasure. Rejuvenate my soul. Feed me with your sensuality.
Eat her moans is what I do
Feast on them
They are seasoned with pleasure
Roasted with the heat of indulgence
she spits profanities
Wet word projectiles
Splatter on the walls of our bedroom wall
Choked on lust
It coils around the throat of our desire
Restricts the air of reserve
Cause us to be light headed
Takes us higher
I whip her
Lash her with my want to satisfy her
Beat her with my urge to fulfil her wants
Cause the skin of her pleasure to sting with pleasurable delght
She begs me to spank her
Use the hand of my authority to splat her submission
Blend pleasure with pain
Create a cocktail of blurred lines
That cause her to become intoxicated
Sex is what we don’t do
We are sex
An exchange of erotic fluids
Spasms of discovery
An orgasm of freedom