The Temple of Dark Eros ~ New Erotica Story

Hello loves, my latest erotica story just dropped on Medium’s My Erotica, The Temple of Dark Eros, An Erotic Tale of Forbidden Love.   The longest story I have written to date, this sexy and captivating tale explores dark themes of love, romance, sex, power and betrayal.

Here is an excerpt:

Zein lured me into The Temple of Dark Eros. The pleasure he gave me came with deep pain. I should have walked away once I realized that. There was no possible way to win.

Yet somehow I couldn’t.

My appetites are not always controllable. I’m not one of these perfect little women who drinks kale smoothies all the time and posts about it on Instagram. I eat whatever I want. I follow my cravings. I longed to taste Forbidden Love. Now I still craved something more from Zein…

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When I Was A Flower

 

I was exquisite petals.

Pink, dewy, delicate.

Your fingers opened me,

coaxed me into full bloom,

until I reddened with color,

dripped with honeyed nectar,

decorous with feminine plushness;

a gleaming pistil,

a pulsing filament.

 

I was this radiant bouquet,

rosy blossoms

in your artful hands.

 

I was a pretty ache,

geranium-scented,

my breasts budding,

legs spread,

hips splayed,

wet and open,

resplendent.

I was garlanded

with your kisses.

Adorned, adored;

I flowered.

 

 

New! Listen to Me Reading My Erotic Poetry

I am offering a new treat for my readers, audio files of me reading my erotic poetry and stories in my notoriously sexy voice.  I have often been told that my voice is very sensual as well as soothing to listen to.

The first audio file that I have shared here is of my poem My Body Made of Soft Earth, one of my most popular on my blog. https://eroticapoetica.com/2013/07/02/so-that-all-can-be-revealed/

Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

New Erotic Story: “A Hot Date” 

Check out my new erotica story on Medium “A Hot Date.”

https://myerotica.com/a-hot-date-262910e49afa?source=linkShare-56f44365d0a5-1506875033

Hailed as “an erotic fairytale — with a happy ending!” by erotica writer Vienna de Vega.

A satisfying tale of love, sex and romance.

I’d like to dedicate this story to my blogging friend from WordPress, the gorgeous Sahar of http://www.exoticescortdiary.com, who knows well the allure of a Sheik.

 

Eclipse Me

eclipses-434338_1920Lay your celestial body

over mine, lover.

I succumb

to darkness.

I surrender

my daylight

to your moonlit ardor.

You obliterate me

with your heavenly touch;

I become void.

You envelop me

in your cool skin;

you eclipse me.

And in the penumbral shadows

of our meeting,

I glow

in the golden light

of a thousand eyes —

magical, renewed,

a sight of rare beauty,

shining too bright

to even see.

 

Treasure

pexels-photo-487723You are a jewel

within the treasure chest

of my heart.

You are my topaz,

set in crushed red velvet.

You are my secret

that I have locked away.

A forbidden love,

too decadent

to reveal.

 

You charmed me

like a snake

in the dark ethereal woods

of Vrindavan.

 

I was a curvy goddess

of ruby lips,

creamy moonstone breasts,

liquid gold

between my thighs,

who got fucked

by a god

in a dream

and awoke

to an empty bed.

 

Yet my tears

become stones.

Wondrous precious stones.

 

They shine within me,

opalescent with hope.

A whisper, kyanite flecked,

a rose quartz-hued ache,

obsidian longing,

black and deep.

 

Hidden beneath my clothes,

I wear

an alabaster cameo

carved in your image.

The memory of you

pressed against my warm skin.

I can still feel

your mouth on mine,

can still hear

the faraway sound

of your approach,

your amorous

flutesong.

 

 

 

 

 

Dance of Von Teese

I was a shape

that waits

to be carved

with a sculptor’s knowing hands,

emerging from alabaster white

into sharp relief,

bright scandalous technicolor,

cherries in the snow.

This is who I really am.

My breasts adorned with crystals,

my hips overflowing

from the curvaceous narrowing of my waist

into abundant fans of feminine plushness,

punctuated by a skimpy g-string of jewels;

I am everything

that I was never supposed to be:

a woman with power.

Glamour was a spell,

sensuality a witches brew.

I became a fashionable bitch

who walked the catwalk of her own shadow;

femme fatale.

I embraced the dark goddess

who lived inside me.

By the heat of my careful alchemy,

lines blurred between fantasy and reality,

dream and life.

Transformed,

I danced across the stage of life,

big energy, a woman writ large,

a high octane Sorceress

soaring like a star

through the heavens.