Category Archives: Erotica

Deep Throne by Sebastian Oliverio – an epic erotic poem


DEEP THRONE by Sebastian Oliveiro released 15.04.13

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Deep Throne by Sebastian Oliveiro

DEEP THRONE spins an erotic Mermaid tale that goes straight for the heart via the jugular. Plunge into the illustrated fantasy poem, with moving images and salty sound bites, to discover an epic love story of Gods and Monsters that moves at a Kraken pace.

Author: Sebastian Oliveiro
Editor: Lisa Comerford
Cover Design: Sebastian Oliveiro
Animation Design: Sebastian Oliveiro
Video Producer: Justin Batchelor
Music: Robert Woolf

Available now @ http://www.terciobooks.com

Photographer – Giedrius Jankauskas

Erotic 2008 by Giedrius Jankauskas

I had the absolute pleasure this week of making the acquaintance of Giedrius Jankauskas, the creator of this beautiful image. Titled Erotic, and taken in 2008, it’s a sensationally emotive work.
From Australia to Lithuania, I send love and thanks for giving me permission to share.

Check out his site at: http://www.GiedriusJankauskas.com/

Six Sentence Sunday 47

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. To find the complete list of very talented writers please click …here  or search the hash tag #sixsunday on twitter.

My six today are the last I will present from the erotic short I Want it to be You. I have been working on something new, which I will start to share next week.

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I knew, I had been sneaky. I had taken off my underpants. I had sat up and lent back, resting my feet on each arm of the chair. I had imagined you were sitting there, right in front of me, watching me masturbate. I had used two fingers to make myself come and I must have dribbled onto the table. I was thinking about your cock.

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Thank you to everyone who supports my work each week, and a big warm welcome to new readers.

I hope you have enjoyed and will come back again. I value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, please share your thoughts. Remember to play and stay safe.

Six Sentence Sunday 45

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. To find the complete list of very talented writers please click …here  or search the hash tag #sixsunday on twitter.

My six sentences today are second in celebration of the blogs 1st Anniversary. These are the second six sentences of I Want it to be You, an erotic story. Next week we will be continuing with Flushed With Lust

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You can have my breasts in your hands, a nipple in your mouth, my cleavage around your cock, at any time that it pleases you.

As I approached the dinning table, you were tapping at a spot near the edge, it seemed to be wet. Deliberately you bent down and forcibly licked it away, startling me, stopping me dead in my tracks. You looked up, glaring at me.

“You’ve been playing with yourself without asking!”, then you demanding questioned,
“Did I say you could take off your knickers?”

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read more……I Want it to be You

Thank you to everyone who supports my work each week, and a big warm welcome to new readers.

I hope you have enjoyed and will come back again. I value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, please share your thoughts.

Remember to play and stay safe.

Six Sentence Sunday 44

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday. To find the complete list of very talented writers please click …here  or search the hash tag #sixsunday on twitter.

My six sentences today are in celebration of the blogs 1st Anniversary. These are the first six sentences of I Want it to be You, an erotica story that lead me in a new direction.

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I heard you call out. You seemed angry, I urgently searched my mind but I couldn’t think of anything that could have set you off. I have been pleasing you a lot lately, well at least, I thought I had.

I hurriedly checked my outfit was all in place: the short black halter necked dress that scooped right down to the curve of my bum, seamed back fishnets on a beautiful black lace suspender belt, black patent leather four and half inch heels and my two inch wide, black leather collar fastened around my neck. I was wearing exactly what you had told me to. You always insist, you must be able to see my back, to know I’m not wearing a bra

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read more……here

Thank you to everyone who supports my work each week, and a big warm welcome to new readers.

I hope you have enjoyed and will come back again. I value and appreciate your feedback, so if you have the time, please share your thoughts. Remember to play and stay safe.

My Muse deserves to Climax

I have been writing away, finishing off Positional Sacrifice and attempting to flesh out the first Act of No Soft Soap. I have a lot to do in the next week, and I am semi confidently forging away. I have been riding Romance hard, perhaps a bit selfishly, so in the style I am writing I want it to be You, I felt it was time I gave him a climax. He really has deserved it.

This snippet is new, not quite polished, a bit raw and very vivid, so please don’t read on if you think I might offend you, and close the browser window now if your under 18.

I was at the point of gushing, my fingers dancing rhythmically deep inside, lubricated in my wet heated urgency. You had slowly increased your pace, riding smoothly in and out of my mouth, my lips pulling tight along your shaft, and then you sliding back, smoothly along my tongue. I curled the tip, caressing the ridge of the head each time it passed. You released the pull of my hair, allowing me to finally move my head, your slight trembles directing me you wanted to come.

You were so hard and stretched, and you had teased me for so long, I knew if I tried I could make you come more than once. Reaching around I grabbed your arse, the muscles tight and strained, working hard to keep your rocking thrusts so steady. Holding you firmly, I took you all out of my mouth and began licking up and down your shaft, you stopped moving, ready to let me devour you, and send you into waves of ecstasy. I moved quickly, your cock glistening from my saliva and straining with your need. Dribbling from of the eye, your pre come tantalized me. Oh god, the memory of how you taste, and the smell of your sweat was driving and fueling my frantic desire. I swirled my tongue around, catching the drip, finally feeding from you and then slowly lowered my mouth right down around your penis.

“Oh, Yeah, that’s it,”  You moaned as I took your whole length, my tongue massaging the underside of your shaft as I imprisoned your cock in my mouth. Pushing it down, even deeper, feeling the muscles in my throat working around you, I knew this would get you to the point of orgasm, my pussy throbbing and aching in anticipation.

Yours hands were stoking my hair, now pushing ever so lightly on my head, just tenderly guiding me around your cock. Your change of touch, telling me I really had pleased you, my juices dripping down my thighs telling me just how much that turns me on. Holding your balls and firmly squeezing them with one hand, I had to fill myself with the other. I was going to explode, and I wanted you to explode all over me. I wanted to feel your hot come on my burning flesh. I forcefully pulled you out and began stocking and pumping your straining cock with my hand, and I took one of your balls into my mouth, gently sucking and licking it, getting lost in the feel of the texture on my tongue.

Oh my god I was finally orgasming, I released you from my mouth. My fingering.furiously  making wet sloppy sounds. I quickly caught my breath and pulled out my fingers, they were covered in my delight. Sitting back, I couldn’t help but smile, and wiped my thick wetness onto the head of your cock, making sure I traced it around with my finger. I knew you’d be transfixed, watching me. I clasped my hand around and pumped your cock again as I bent down and licked my sticky come off the top. You let out a low moan as I presented it on the tip of my tongue. I moved up towards your face, listening to your heavy, deep short breaths. You hungrily found my lips, and I pushed my tongue deep into your mouth. I started to pump you harder and faster, our lips now welded together, sealed into a moment of sizzling sexiness. I slowly withdrew my tongue, my creamy need sliding off and into your mouth.

Your whole body stiffened, and your orgasm started. I bent down and pulled off the blindfold. I had to watch your throbbing erection erupt, your first shot hitting my face, sliding down leaving a sticky warm trail, the second landed across my breast and I rubbed your warmth all over my chest. I had to taste you, and as I opened my mouth, a sticky wad landed right on my lips, dripping down to my chin. I now knew I had pleased you a lot. I cloaked you again into my mouth, hearing you let out another deep primal groan. I slowly pulled up your shaft with my hand, squeezing out every last drop of your come. You finally finished ejaculating, and I pulled my head off your cock, your come leaking from my lips, down my chin and following the line of my throat. I looked up and I finally got to look into your eyes.

I want it to be You

Usually I write in the third person, a black and white voyeur. However, Romance challenged me this week to write in the first person. I felt like a learner driver, the gears of my mind rattling and moaning in desperate need of someone who could work the clutch. So I started to play around with the idea of me writing to you, or in this case, to Romance. He’s been considerably assertive with me, and I found myself writing to a far more dominate and submissive theme. So lo and behold, a new work has been born, one that had a title before I even began. Here is the small beginning of what has become a much larger story. Still raw, only provisional, a bunny hopping draft.

I want it to be You.

I heard you call out. You seemed angry, I urgently searched my mind but I couldn’t think of anything that could have set you off. I have been pleasing you a lot lately, well at least, I thought I had.

I hurriedly checked my outfit was all in place: the short black halter necked dress that scooped right down to the curve of my bum, seamed back fishnets on a beautiful black lace suspender belt, black patent leather four and half inch heels and my two inch wide, black leather collar fastened around my neck. I was wearing exactly what you had told me to. You always insist, you must be able to see my back, to know I’m not wearing a bra. You can have my breasts in your hands, a nipple in your mouth, my cleavage around your cock, at any time that it pleases you.

As I approached the dinning table, you were tapping at a spot near the edge, it seemed to be wet. Deliberately you bent down and forcibly licked it away, startling me, stopping me dead in my tracks. You looked up, glaring at me.

“You’ve been playing with yourself without asking!”, then you demanding questioned,
“Did I say you could take off your knickers?”.
Without letting me answer, you sharply continued,
“Always remember, I say, when you can stroke yourself.
I say, when to slide your fingers into your pussy. I say, when you can come. Do you understand? You need my instruction and most definitely, you need my permission.”

I knew, I had been sneaky. I had taken off my underpants. I had sat up and lent back, resting my feet on each arm of the chair. I had imagined you were sitting there, right in front of me, watching me masturbate. I had used two fingers to make myself come and I must have dribbled onto the table. I was thinking about your cock. About how it feels in my mouth, as it gets harder, how I like to taste your come and feel you ejaculate into the back of my throat. I can’t not get excited when I think about how sexy your penis is. I had to touch myself. I had to penetrate deeply into my myself and cover my fingers with wetness, and then I had to suck them and lick it all off. I really had been a very naughty girl.

You reached down, picked up my knickers, and then you threw them at me.
You’re lip curled up, and with a flash of delight in you eyes,  you firmly commanded,
“Stuff them in your mouth, kneel down, and face away from me.” I did exactly as you instructed, and as quickly as I could. I could feel you standing over me, the excitement starting to work it’s way up my body.  Suddenly, you were right in my ear, you whispered, “I’m going to remind you, of exactly what I mean, now repeat back to me, very clearly and very slowly; I want it to be you,” your voice trailing off, almost inferring you hadn’t completed the sentence.