Fan mail – 27.2.13

I jus wrote this “Role play”:

I’m the fugitive. You are the cop. You don’t have to chase me, I’m turning myself into you. I love being a bad girl, so I want you to lock me up and give me the punishment I want. Sexual punishment. Tie me up! Handcuff me. Better yet, use a rope, no! Use my panties instead. I like it better that way. Mmmm. Can’t wait for you to start beating me with your baton. Laying all sorts of charges on me. Continue reading

This is how it should be done

I want to long lick you
Press my tongue flat against the base of your woman lips
Slowly slide my tongue upwards from the base of your wetness
Move slow
Slide upwards so you can feel your lips part around my tongue
Wrap around it
Then meet again as my tongue slides upwards
Glide my tongue over your entrance
Pause Continue reading

Untitled – 20.2.13

I will have you caught in a matrix of tingles
Do I take the blue pill of lust or the red pill of desire?
Bend the rules
We mould its principles
Bend its laws
Shape them into alternate realities
Seismic impact
Earthquake vibrations inside your walls
Spin the earth centre
Make you dizzy
G-force of rotating hips move you
Make your eyes roll back
The collision of deep motions creates ripples in your earth’s core Continue reading

Tongue Airways – the safety announcement

Ladies, this is your tongue flight Captain Eroticnoire speaking. On behalf of the entire crew of soft lips, long tongue and pleasuring mouth, we’d like to welcome aboard Tongue Airlines flight 696, non-stop service from airport of frustration to international airport of orgasmictopia.

Your flight time will be endless hours and nonstop minutes. You’ll be flying at an altitude of 8,000 clitoral screaming nerve endings – which is a ground speed of sonic boom moans per orgasm. Continue reading


When we sex the word becomes ambiguous
Stripped of intelligence
We are filled with disorder
Tranquil and stillness are erased
Rational crumbles
Our wisdom becomes bewildered
Clarity clouds over to become grey skies of vagueness
Insight becomes visually impaired
Blinded with haziness
Understanding knocked unconscious by brutish mystification
Composed logic is torn apart by confused lustful fury
Thoughts are shattered into 1,000 pieces of vexed passion
Simplicity of familiarity becomes complex restraint
When we sex the word loses all clarity

Valentine’s Day (I’ve never been one for …)

I’ve never been one for roses but tonight
Tonight I want to slowly suck on your rosebud
Kiss the rose petals of your flower
Gently rub my nose against your pollen
Slide my tongue into the folds of you
Taste your nectar Continue reading

Roses and violets

Roses are red
They are the spectrum of light that reflects my passion
Delicately beautiful they are soft against my lips
Sweet with the smell of nature’s scent
It’s a manifestation of longing
Symbol of lust Continue reading