Story: Opportunity Knocks – pt3 (the conclusion)

It was 9:40 when Eroticnoire rang the intercom.
‘Hello?’ she asked acting as if she didn’t know who it was.
‘Hi, I have a home delivery of squirts for a Ms Nkechi’ he replied
You’re late! She snapped, pretending to be an annoyed customer.
‘Ms Nkechi, I never ‘cum’ early.’ He responded.
She smiled. It seemed this man had a witty reply for everything. She pressed the buzzer and let him in. She knew the lift wasn’t working so it would take him a couple minutes to walk up the stairs. She waited by the door for him to knock. As she guesstimated where he’s be on the stairs she realised she had a full-blown, showing off her 32 teeth, smile on her face. She squeezed her cheeks trying to stop herself from smiling but it only made it worse.
Her logic looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
‘You acting like you never had someone play with your pussy before. I hope this brudda can really deliver like he says he can.’
Her logic pushed her nose up in the air.
Nkechi chucked to herself. Her logic gave her the mummy ‘this isn’t funny look’.
‘Why are you skinnin teet like this? Some random dude is on his way up to your flat and your skinnin teet like a 5 year old on xmas eve. I hope this pumpum santa got what u want in his sack.’ Her logic huffed.
Nkechi rolled her eyes and squeezed her cheeks again trying to get rid of the smile that was beginning to make her cheeks hurt.

The door knocked and Nkechi jumped. She had lost track of gauging where he would be on the stairs. She reached for the door then paused and waited for a moment. I can’t seem too keen. Keep calm she whispered to herself as she counted to 20. She slowly opened to reveal the mysterious and infamous Eroticnoire.
She immediately noticed his lips. They were full, plump and kissible. She couldn’t help but imagine them wrapped around her clit. He stood in the doorway not moving. He had broad shoulders, soft eyes, a low trim and a totally clean-shaven face. He’s handsome she thought to herself. Her logic sighed in relief.
‘Thank God for that!! I was expecting Shabba Ranks’ ugly brother!’
He smiled. ‘Hello Ms Nkechi, specially delivery from Eroticnoire home servicing.’ Continue reading

word wednesday aka creative corner

So here we are again … another week, another creative challenge 🙂

I’ve always felt that erotica and sensuality can be found in any and everything. so … the creative challenge, with your help, is to demonstrate just that.

Name one item/object and or one location/place and i’ll try to create an erotic poem from them. As always the more random the better 🙂

The usual guidelines apply – leave words in the comment box below by Friday. Lets have some creative fun.

late night love pt1

Late night silence blankets our room
The faint glow of our bedside lamp creates on warm halo of light by our bed
Moonlight silently cascades through our window
All is tranquil
Wrapped in sleeping spoon shapes
Human origami
We fold into each other
My chest against your back
Knees folded onto the hollow of yours
you stir
press your back against me
Crumbled sheets
A sea of white linen waves
Skin soft flint sparks the midnight flame of half awake passion
Body to body contact generates heat Continue reading

In that moment

In that moment of release

The pinnacle of tension

That point of internal explosion

Time stands still

I become paralyzed


Suffocated by confusion

Smothered in a think layer of submission

I am reduced to the one sensation of feeling

My brain is coloured in a spectrum of urgently violent passive surrender

I expel an ocean of sound

A rainstorm of thunderous frequency

Reduced to four letter expletive

And blasphemous praise

I spin



And become static all in one


Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum

Irony (there is….)

There is a sweet irony to the way you bow down before me

On your knees

But when you put me in your mouth

You make me weak at the knees


There is a sweet irony to the way you look up to me

And I stand over you

Look down upon you


My strength crumbles to the floor

The fortress of power taken over by your oral armoury


There is a sweet irony to the way I become vocal

Aural expression of exhilaration

Dictate and convey with punctuated urgency

While you

You command me with a silent tongue

Exercise your authority over me

With soft lips and warm mouth

Command me with subtle swirls and swoops


There is a sweet irony to the way hard flesh

Is made to easily submit to supple mouth

The way your giving … takes


How my getting … gives


There is a sweet irony to know that being conquered by you

Is the means to my being set free

There is a sweet irony in knowing that this oral war

Will become a perpetual battle of pleasure

That continues endlessly between you and me …



Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes

Heighten our other senses
They will guide us
We hear the silence between words. As its often the silence that speaks volumes
Become attuned to the audio of unhurried pace
A frequency others are often deaf to
The surround sound of shared inner thoughts engulf us

Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes

Take a deep breath of interest
Let the oxygen of wonderment fill the lungs of our awe
Inhale the aroma of laughter
It fills the air
We take it in fully
The nose of our potential
Is pleased with this fragrance

Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes

This new-old familiarity dances on the palette of our ease
Its is sweet
The full-bodied fruit flavour of word play bursts in the mouth of our creativity
Unashamedly lick lips so not to waste a drop of lyrical juice.
Take small bites out of innuendo
Teasing sample of this treat keeps the want for more constant

Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes

Fingers of vulnerability reach out into the darkness
Touch the feather softness of reassurance
We caress openness
Message it
Release tensions of reservation and guarded truths
Read the braille of past histories.
They tell the story of now existence
Hands of considered intent cup and hold
It is fragile

Let’s walk blindly into this world
Because some things are best enjoyed with closed eyes

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Miss Mango (the BBM convo)

A civilized BBM conversation that suddenly went into a different world …

Names have been changed to protect the innocent – 😉

Mr E – @eroticnoire: I wanna hear u cum too baby. Wanna hear ur breath become short and rugged. Hear ur moans rumble and ur voice raise several octaves

Miss Mango: Yes Yes Yes

Miss Mango: Hands grippin my thighs

Miss Mango: I feel like a burst pipe is impending

Miss Mango: Buildin up behind sweet walls of mango flesh Continue reading