Recently, I decided to try my hand at recording a reading of one of my stories. That recording was featured on a recent podcast called Aural Sex with Max Lagos. I really enjoyed creating it, and wanted to share it with you here as well. Though it did take a long time to finish; so if I do this again, it will probably be with shorter stories. Enjoy, and check out the full story below if you would like to read along.
This review will be a bit different than the reviews I’ve done in the past. Rather than reviewing one story, I’ll actually be reviewing four! From author, Daniele Light, comes a volume of some of her best erotic stories bundled up into one extra-long read. And boy, there’s really only one way to describe her work: absolute literary porn! Mrs. Light is best known for writing steamy stories about BMAW(black men, Asian women).
Erotic Hypnosis is already an incredibly popular sub-genre of both written erotica, and porn, which entails one character or actor being hypnotized by another for the purposes of turning them into an obedient sexual partner. In recent years, it’s been gradually introduced into the BDSM community as a new extension of D/s practices. For hypnosubs(if I can call them that) it creates an entirely new opportunity to show vulnerability to their dommes by surrendering control of their mind itself. What follows can vary anywhere from roleplay in the form of guided mind journeys, to full-on mentally-induced orgasms. Others have used the practice to also condition their partners to overcome certain fears or mindsets when it comes to sex.
Nice to talk again. My partner although well meaning, keeps on asking what i want and would like each time we get intimate. As much as this is sweet it can kill my mood alarmingly quick. Especially when i want to be in the heat of the moment and tearing each others clothes off… How can I explain this to him without hurting his feelings?
I think a lot of non-vanilla types have trouble talking about their preferences with a new dating partner. Usually it stems from a bad experience of scaring someone off early in a relationship. What is the best way to open up a discussion about things like bdsm or inviting a third person to join in?
Current trends in the genre of erotica have shown a growing appreciation of a horror aspect to sex and sexuality. Between works of written erotica, and the porn industry, horror seems to be making an unexpected rise in popularity. Capitalizing on this idea is indie author, Laila Faire, who has crafted a number of horror erotica novellas, including “Carnival of Sin”. This was actually the first work of horror erotica I’ve ever read, and I must say, I was pleasantly surprised. I figure the best thing to do was write down my first impressions, and tell you a bit about the story.
Sunset had already passed over the horizon as an older-looking Mazda pulls up in front of a cheap apartment building. As it sputtered to a stop, the driver set the parking brake, and exits, with high-heeled shoes hanging from her feminine fingers. The brunette woman closes the door behind her, and unfastens the two buttons of her medium blue blazer. She hated wearing it, but it was practically required to be worn at a job she recently just started. Hiding just underneath of it was her white blouse, and a knee-high skirt which matched the blazer in color. She walked barefoot to her apartment, careful not to step on any rocks along the way.
Now here’s a subject I’ve been getting excited about for a while. The topic of lingerie has been hotly debated for years and years, from both men and women alike, regarding whether or not paying hundreds of dollars for something that will come off within thirty seconds is really worth it. Much of the time, the argument is broken down into topics of comfort, durability(does it tear easily?), accessibility, and of course, the cost. All of these things are good things to consider when getting lingerie for yourself, or for your lover. But, is that all there really is to it?
Some of you may remember some time ago when I posted an Erotic Bites story called New Membership, I wrote about a couple who become members of a lifestyle club in downtown Nashville. I was inspired to write about this club after learning about it’s existence. Yes, it’s a real place, it’s in downtown Nashville, and it really is an exclusive club where people will dance, swing, and explore their own sexuality. It may seem surprising to the uninitiated, but these kinds of clubs are much more prevalent than you would think, with similar establishments in nearly every major city across the country. If you don’t believe me, see for yourself. Depending on where you live, there could be one just within driving distance.
Still dark, and the parking garage was still empty. A lone car pulls into one of the spaces, and shuts off. Crickets were still chirping while the streetlights buzzed overhead, and only a hint of blue formed in the night sky, signaling that dawn would soon rise. The driver door of the car opened, and a tall, black man exited. His head was shaved, and his designer suit was crisp and pressed.