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 Continue reading

Goin down on her 101 – pt1

Hello all Dr Eroticnoire here to give you my 101 on going down on a woman.

After my squirting 101 I felt it only right I cover the topic of going down on a womab. So why oral I hear some men (and women) say? Well, here’s a one two reasons. Over 75% of woman can only orgasm via clitoral stimulation. Another point is that clitoral orgasms are deeper, more intense and offer a more all over body pleasure than virginal ones.

as before Please drop me a line let me know how you get along.
eroticnoirefollowrs@gmail.com
facebook.com/eroticnoire
instagram: mr_eroticnoire__
http://www.soundcloud.com/eroticnoire
twitter: @eroticnoire
whatsapp: +44 07931 054 900

Move over I have to say that I feel it’s a God given right. I say this with all seriousness and purpose. The clit is the only organ, in both men and women, that is solely dedicated to sexual pleasure and has or serves no other purpose. Whether you’re religious or not I believe that the man upstairs wouldn’t have given women this ‘gift’ if he didn’t want her to have it appreciated and used. Hence, it’s every woman’s God given right to receive not just any old oral but GOOD oral – sisters can I get an Amen?! Second point before we start is a little biology for you to know and bare in mind (this is aimed at the men mainly) the clit has 8,000 nerve-endings in it – that’s 8,000 sensory reciprocals in an area the size of a pea. Let’s take a minute to take this one in (feel free to repeat it if you feel the need … 8,000 nerve-endings) Therefore, its easy to appreciate why its a source of so much pleasure.

Continue reading

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
Move
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

Dumbstruck

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

Fall

Fly

And become static all in one

Convulsive-spasm

Move me

Staccato co-ordination

I endure this each time

You make me cum

back seat driver

Its late.

The world is asleep

Warm orange glow from the street lights blankets her car.

Its hue unfolds itself across the interior.

She parks.

Lights off, engine stopped.

Her heart beats bassline rhythm.

The music of anticipation has her inner goddess dancing

She smiles to herself

Bottom lip curls up under her teeth

She climbs into the back seat

Lays down and dials his number

His voice is Miles Davies jazz

Soft

Low

Mellow

Eyes closed she listens to him speak

Replies with wit, sharp sarcasm, playful banter

His response is consider, subtle, focused

She can hear him smile

Carbon dioxide builds in this small space

Blends with the woman mist that has formed across her garden

He can hear her want

Its audible silence is loud

It echoes between her words

Between the valley of her thighs

Her body revs

Hormones race

Inner goddess has become a racer

Speeds around corners of longing

Zips passed logic leaving it far behind

Accelerates

While fingers cruse across the track of her inner thighs

The fuel burns as her inner goddess welcomes

Nimble fingers that move slow but cause tingles to race up her spine

He speaks slowly

Navigates direction of finger tips

His voice dictates

Commands

Guides the vehicle of fingers

Circles

Loops

Accelerate

Faster…

Faster…

Faster…

The engine of her body moans

Roars

Revs loud

Delicate speed of finger tips rush her towards the finish line

The chequered flag of release waves in front of her

Senses flash black and white

She rushes passed the finish line of pleasure

Back arches in sweet victory celebration

First place triumph …

Aug 9 2012 – 11:47pm

Posted by eroticnoire

precious

This morning
I woke up
My dick
Harder
Than diamonds
U slipped
The golden ring of you
Round me
We make sex
That is precious

Posted by eroticnoire

your motion, i am a slave

I a slave to your motion

transfixed

held captive

the roll and sway of your hips

they are magnetic

I am steel

your full

round

sculptured

booty

its magic

no, its a miracle

I thank God

Amen

watching you is visual heaven

but makes me wanna sin

legs sride

elegant

bold

solid, yet light

your movement grabs me by the eyes

bitter-sweet

always new

I am a slave to your motion