The Erotica Blog

The arch triumphal, raised above your head, pointe flexed and strapped to idol-worshipped calf – stiff-necked and flat, you stare up at that red. She executes adeptly her piaffe (she deftly steps). Her dress, brushing your chin, whiffs perfume from beneath black silken sheen. Startling stabs from her stiletto pin alert you to the turn in her routine: the piercing spear that punctures your conceit. You flinch - so swiftly she brings you to heel. Wickedly she’ll whisper, then r

Do you ever? The art of erotic photography sparks a deep conversation about the intersection of desire, aesthetics, and emotion. Within...

This Title Love is a pill like you wouldn’t believe and I’m Standing at the edge of a morning that does not Remember night, for that was...

Some more wonderful and unique photographs and poetry. I'm struck by the juxtaposition between pleasure and pain, sight and blindness, as...

Yet Another Unpredictable Encounter “What is sensuality? It is the moving of those different bodies towards each other, in the pursuit of...