Tag: Creative Writing

The Érotique Book

May 31st, 2023

Every sentence is an immersion in pleasure. Every word spoken, an erotic whisper. There is lust, desire, romance, fucking and intimacy in every chapter. Everything is documented; the moments before and the moments after. The release in every sensuous narrative is a powerful vibrator applied to a throbbing clitoris with perfect pressure. The girth of what is erect explores the depths of what is wet, and the climactic ending is spectacular. Every erotic detail is described in vivid vernacular. It flows effortlessly like a gripping novella. Its pages are a silk and satin mixture brushing against sensitive nippples that are hyper-responsive to pleasure. Reading with bursting anticipation of subsequent chapters heightens the brain’s pleasure receptors. Even long after reading, the imagery of sensuality will still linger, causing fingers to stoke the flame of wanton desire. Feel the intensity of unrestrained passion through the flaming pen of the author. It is a book that is always reread several times over. There is a shocking revelation in the pages of the last chapter.
Victor’s Narrative

May 17th, 2023

I am of the divinity of the womb that delivered me.
I am the living heir of anguish and beauty.
I walk the path of a transcendent destiny.
I have beheld and marveled at the eyes of mystery.
In the marrow of me there is unwavering loyalty.
My soul holds on painfully to my own, and the secrets others have tearfully told me.
Loving someone from a distance can render one lonely.
I have found that there is a profound and indescribable beauty in intimacy.
I have cast off the associates I once held in my heart as friends and family.
Those who resonate with my pain I love dearly.
When I give love, I give it totally and sincerely.
I dreamt of ascension, and when I awoke I wept joyfully.
A Bruja Told Me

May 10th, 2023

In a state of dormancy my spirit lies within me awaiting an awakening like perennial flowers flourishing in spring but in winter withering. Of love I am forsaken. A beautiful Bruja with long gray hair once kissed me and told me that love would heal my afflictions. In violent storms of anguish the extremes are unforgiving; I am an insomniac or constantly sleeping. In darkness I awake weeping with tears streaming, reaching for the comforting caresses of affection. Closely listen for the true sentiments of my heart through my inflections. If the anguish of dormancy is my portion then I pray for a timely oasis of revitalization. A Bruja told me that undying love would find me, and I took heed to her wisdom. In the interim there is suffering. The dormancy of my soul is parched and cold. It is the purgatory of me that my eyes cannot hide. There is no vagueness in my narrative — the rhetoric of the afflicted does not lie. A Bruja collected the tears of my cries before she prophesied.
Another Holds Her

September 11th, 2021

I take an inventory of myself, and I retrace the steps I made on the day you left. Still, my heart beats for you.

But someone else takes away your breath—

Diligently, I search the vast emotions of my depths to find memories of you smiling in your favorite sundress.

But someone else takes away your breath—

I whisper vows to the mighty archangels, telling them of my contriteness; my tears falling on heaven’s steps until there are no tears left.

But someone else takes away your breath—

I ponder theories of love and reunification after death, lying silently in bed with my hands over the place within me that you are secretly kept.

But someone else takes away your breath—

Tears drop on pictures of you as I reach for but a sliver of your aura with my arms outstretched.

But someone else takes away your breath—

With every loving touch and passionate kiss I received from you, parts of your heart, I secretly kept. Your love is in me forever, fused to the foundations of my deepest depths.

But someone else takes way your breath—
Intimate Confessions

June 12th, 2021

For so long, I dreamt about your love and caressed your face in beautiful imagery. You are gorgeous, but I searched for the inner parts of your aura that others couldn’t see. I confess sincerely, that when I first saw you my soul loved you, and I wanted your heart to belong to me. My heart kept you safe in a secret place and whispered sentiments that words could never adequately convey — now here we are, face to face, kissing each other passionately and lost in each other’s embrace. The tone of your shimmering skin contrasts beautifully against white lace. Let me say expressly, that I love you deeply and endlessly; the fire in me that burns for you burns brightly and can never be quenched. The intimacy we share is like the aura of ethereal air. When you smile, I am happy, soaring high in clear skies above rivers, mountains, and valleys; your loving touch takes me to a place of serenity. You are a woman among women, a passionate lover, a friend like no other, and the embodiment of transcendent love. Secretly, your affection moves me to tears, but I can’t hide my emotions from beautiful eyes that truly see. I had already swore vows to you through the depths of my heart, but here and now, I pledge to you verbally to always love you, safely keep you, and through storms, fire, and deep waters shelter you — and keep my sensual fire, and make love to you intensely because you are the woman of my intimate desire. Let us now kiss each other deeply in the company of our beloved ones, with white gardenias, burgundy roses, and bougainvillea magenta glory at their boundary. I make these intimate confessions to you, in love and sincerity.
Flawless Darkness

June 11th, 2021

A dark and beautiful river flawlessly flows
Between deep gorgeous contours
And soft white pillows.
Eternal Flower

June 11th, 2021

She was a seedling that grew into a beautiful flower;
Born in December, she amazingly bloomed in the winter.
Her petals are bruised because she’s been hurt many times before,
But now she is lovingly watered — and under healing sunlight,
Rich and nurturing soil her long strong roots explore.
With vitriol, some call her whore — but their
Taunts trouble her beautiful and wondrous soul no more.
Radiantly, she towers over them with protective thorns on her stem;
They could never dare to even attempt to hold her ever again.
Beautiful rain falls on her delicate petals, and she is gorgeous.
They revile her publicly, but secretly they are jealous;
They boil in their anger because they could never have her.
Her glory is heavenly — radiantly, she blooms endlessly.
Wet Darkness

June 8th, 2021

A woman touches herself, whispering the most lascivious sexual scenarios under her breath. She is wet — craving the width of a large cock that can reach her depths. She wants to be stretched. She lets out sensual sounds as she strikes herself with a black leather belt; welts on her ass and rear thighs, denote the pain that brings pleasure. After, she uses her vibrator, up and down the ridge of her sensitive clit. Imagining her ex lover’s skillful mouth and tongue, she whispers, Keep going; lick it baby — suck it. Please don’t stop; I want to cum. Harder with her vibrator she presses down; she wants his thickness inside her now. A large vibrating dildo beside her, is the surrogate for his cock. With her left hand she fucks herself, and with the right, on her clit, she finds the right spots. Feeling a nearing intense orgasm coming, she keeps whispering, Don’t stop. And she doesn’t, reaching her climax with her eyes closed — her body first shuddering, then unable to move as if in an erotic pose. The darkness covers her intense pleasure, but the darkness knows the depths of all her secret desires. She is on fire, releasing the end result of the deep passion and breathtaking lust that is within her. She is on fire. Her still wet pussy demands more; she whispers, Pull my hair, and fuck me like I’m your whore. Her ass begs to be slowly penetrated. The extent of her desire to have another orgasm cannot in any way be overstated. She wants to cum, again and again; she released at least twice before, but all she can think about is passionate fucking. The large dildo she purchased over a year ago, she starts sucking — licking around the head with an eager tongue then going deep as if she was really going down on her last boyfriend. She truly misses him, but his large throbbing cock is one of the reasons. She can lie to herself no longer; she wants him deep inside her. She wants to be taken from behind as his strong hands rub the deep contours of her spine. She wants to ride him hard and feel the strength and brawn of his shoulders underneath her arms. She wants him in her ass as she rubs her vagina. She wants to get on her knees and suck his thick cock until he can hold on no longer. She wants him to count down from ten, so they can release together. Still, in darkness, the taste and feeling of him lingers. Still, the darkness knows her passion and most secret desires.
“Forgive Me”

June 6th, 2021

Two lovers again found each other;
And in their rediscovery, they
First wept, then expressed
Their feelings towards each other sensually.
Passionately, he makes love to her;
Whispering the feelings of his heart,
He tells her, Baby, I’m so glad we’re
back together; I want you, I love you, I need you,
and never again do I want us to be apart.
Sincerely, he asks forgiveness
for all the times he hurt her,
And she accepts his apology
With a loving kiss
And a gentle whisper.
Wet Passion

June 5th, 2021

His thickness in her mouth; the taste of him, causes a wet reaction. She rubs her erect nipples as she sucks him; he reaches around the side of her and rubs her clit with passion as her legs are wide open. She licks around the head of his cock, listening to his instructions and then goes as deep as she can. She is so wet, that her passion runs down the lengths of his fingers. She moans beautifully — he holds her hair firmly as she sucks the length of his rock hard girth vigorously. He knows that she wants his cock inside her, and he teases her with lubricious whispers; he tells her in a sensual tone to ride his face, to surprise her. His rhythmic tongue constantly brushing against her wet clit, causes an almost instant orgasm. Turned on by the taste of her and by the sounds of her moaning, he keeps going; at the same time, in a 69, she sucks him with passion. She didn’t have to ask, to have him put two fingers in her ass and suck hard on her clit with various rhythms of soft licks — to cause shudders, loudness, and erotic whispers of, Oh, shit. She loves to cum from the pleasure of his exceedingly skillful tongue, but now she she wants her hair to be pulled and to be fucked hard for a long time without pause — first from behind, then from the side, then in missionary after she rides, where she can kiss him deeply when he says, Cum for me and dig her nails in his back when she releases and screams euphorically.