Category Archives: Erotica (18 and over only!)

Erotic writing

I’m not sure how to start this. Rare is the moment where the visions don’t flow into words, when the sensations don’t grasp my intentions with the soulful desire to spill upon a page.

Yet this is one of those times. So vivid are the scenes, so real the emotion, that words simply fail to form. I am stuck in a place of high energy where the reality of dreams remain a dream of reality. I beg of them to let go of that place they hold.

Please, let me share you. Let me make this real, let go please…

They laugh, teasing me with what is like a fresh carrot to a starving heart.  A reply.

It is not us holding on. 

The Dream

The rain is coming down steadily, the darkness of the night interrupted by just a few strands of light left over from something unexplained. In the stark evening storm, she’s there. The strands of her naturally curly hair weighed down by the downpour, a long dress clinging to her ample, naked form. I take in her beauty from this distance…

Coming soon on The Erotic Bloom by Sam Vega


The Beginnings of Forever (Mature Only)

Yes…talk to me. Tell me your secrets. Give me those little pieces of you that you rarely share. Let me join you in the bed you’ve made for us, and  give me breath renewed to the passion we share.

These are the beginnings of forever.

Touch me in ways I will never forget, and whisper those things you fear the light hearing. Let me embrace all of you, caress those sultry mounds and aged lines, and help you find comfort in my longing gaze. Permit me in those inner walls you’ve built, and lower the gate that guards your heart. There, I know heaven exists. There, I know I’ve found a home.

Show me what you see as flaws so that I may love them in return. Bring your lips to my own so that I may kiss you, and bend your breast to my mouth so that I can awaken you. Dance around with those curlers in your hair until my arms wrap around you and your rhythm changes just a bit. Make love to me in the moonlight, in the snowy crests on where we rest, and in the clear mountain streams we’ve come to bring us back to life.

Take my hardness in your gentle hands, and let’s share our mantras of tomorrow in the songs of our ecstasy.  Take me inside you as you enter my heart, and let the rivers of passion and streams of truth flow through us. around us, and between us. Give and take of me as I give and take of you, our rough edges fit, and our subtle curves meld into one beautiful picture.

I long for that color in this black and white world. Color that expresses the whole of us in each and every moment. Color that spreads the joy of a beautiful work of art, a picture several hold but few are captured in. I long for your wit, for your humor, for your open soul even as I want for your nails dug deeply into my back, your teeth sinking into my shoulder as I enter you. I want your hand in mine as we walk among the trees, your body next to mine as we take in the scenes of great beauty around us. I want to know every inch of you as we breathe, and to offer you every cell of my existence as we take our embraces to the holiest of human endeavor.

This is such a sweet, beautiful light that, when focused, cuts through the walls of time we’ve built. This is such a wonderful fire that not only lights our way but exposes the shadows we see around us. This is the sweet fragrance that contrasts the stench, the miracle that flays open the remarkable field of possibility.

But for now, a breath as I soak in the moments that we share. In these, the beginnings of forever, we plant the seeds of eternal harvest.  I do not want to miss a moment of this sowing, just as I have not missed a moment of the tilling of this soil. I want to take in each moment as we sprout, each second as we grow, each unfolding as we bloom.

Now, off we go…each new moment the beginnings of forever carefully written in the sand.

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They Fell in Love (Adult)

In the early morning muse that sets their tones ablaze…

They fall in love.

Lovers fall in love in the way their body surrenders, in the way their eyes meet, in the way the throb resonates with all around them. They grasp at nothing as they hold on to everything, and they dance to a rhythm created when he enters her, when she surrounds his Being.

They fall in love in the way his mind rises to her occasion, in the way her’s embraces his passion. The make love in their words as subtle tones mesh with overt attention, in the way their thoughts ooze from loving depths to bubble at the surface of their spring. It’s as if the mind has fingers that caress the naked truth, creating bumps as testaments to something only lovers know. Lovers know nakedness, they know vulnerability, and they know each other through the throbbing gauge of their courageous desire.

Oh, that throb. We all know it. We know it in the strong hand that is pulling at her hair, in the soft touch that is guiding him in. We feel it in the screams of ecstasy when he hits that spot, in the groans of his passion as her tongue holds firm at the place he loves the most.

It’s in that throb that they love, and it is in their love that the pulsing begins. No mortal man has ever known the heaven that true lovers know. Only gods and goddesses alike can visit those spaces where fucking becomes love and love becomes fucking. Only the brave can let go enough to allow entrance through those gates, and only worthy warriors need arrive to the place where lovers play and life begins anew.

You may have been there before. If not, tread lightly there, for you will never be the same again. It’s not for the feeble, or the faint-of-heart. It’s not for those children who play well at being adult, or for the hills who play mountain in the theater of this life.

One must have known suffering, anguish, and true despair to really know this place. One must know these things if only to realize the value in letting go of them. In the vacuum of suffering’s escape comes Love, and in the departure of physical servitude comes the passion we all were born with, but have forgotten. In the presence of truth the lies will flee, and in the presence of courage fear knows itself as a true friend to Love. Upon this altar you will worship your wounds, and in this church you will caress the scars of your lover. Those scars will lead you to her promised land, and there you will dwell in the oasis left plush by rivers of love invading spaces rendered bare by retreating fear and pain.

It is there his mouth with have her screaming prayers of pure delight while her hands grasp at the relics of a life well lived. Her mind will know true focus as he takes her to his sanctuary, his tongue issuing silent mantras of his Love. The Lovers’ minds will meet at her holy place, and their skin will melt together as two hearts beat one true testament to Nature’s pure design.

Her mouth will take him in, and his manhood will jump for joy. She will take him to heights of holy pleasure, and he will surrender to the prayers she issues in her muffled moans. There, nothing exists but the two of them, and nothing diverts their focus from the present. The two are there, as One, where nothing else can be.

He will enter her, and she will be filled. Her gasps will guide his thrusts deep and hard within her, and her fingers will paint loving marks upon his back. Her legs will grasp at him, her insides will tighten around him as his pulsing sword demands more of her, and takes her just the same. There will be no silence here, only the limitless banter of two souls swirling into one, climaxing as the creation of life itself abounds in the art of making love.

Even in the passion of orgasm there is that throb, reminding them of who they are as they lay silently intertwined. Making love never ends, it simply transforms on the lover’s stage. They make love in a glance, in a touch, in the words they choose to grace each other with. Even their battles are of pure and holy sex. They know the places where their tongues should travel, and the spots they must never leave forgotten in their trance.

It was there they fell in love, each and every time.

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I Need, I Want. (Adult)


What can I say to you?

I love you. I love you with all of my heart. I want you here. I need you here, now.

I need your head on my shoulder. I need your hand on me as we lay in the darkness listening to our songs play over and over again. I need feel your breath on my neck, as your fingers draw imaginary lines on my chest. I need to feel your body warm me, your touch excite me, and your lips do things to me that only an Angel could do.

I want to know you love me, and feel your impatient desire spill out onto my thirsty flesh. I want to feel you try to hold me down, only to feel the strength of my body as I lift you up and take you in every way your mind and heart can imagine. I want to feel the sweat fall from your body until I roll you over as our seas merge onto the space we share.

I want to hear your pleasure as your eyes roll into the back of your head, those inescapable gasps of song unable to be contained within your soul. I want to feel your nails rake my skin as you explode; I need to bleed in the sheer ecstasy that boils out of you.

I want you to pull me into you, and take all of me. I want to fill you up, own you in the moment you claim me as yours. I need to feel you surrender in the moment I am giving all of me to all of you. I need you to feel me become part of you, as I feel you become part of me.

Please, baby, fuck the plan and close the gap between us. I beg you, do not pass by this gift as if it is ordinary, do not let it slip through your fingers. Let it go, and watch it come to you, over and over again. Caress it and watch it grow within your grasp.

I am here, I am yours. I test the Universe for a sacred part of the flesh I desire, the mind I cherish, and the heart I wish to beat with mine. I need it. I want it. It is something I need to know.

You are the reason.

The reason for the question, and the reason for the answer. It is to this I bend my knee, and to this I search for stillness in a world full of noise. I know there I will find you and it is there where we will find each other, searching no more in the New Moon’s loving embrace.



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Thoughts of You – A Poem (Well, sort of)

I feel the tide rising. I light an incense, and then sit with the feeling. Something is brewing within me, something is knocking at my door. I close my eyes, then breathe deeply, allowing it all to simmer.

Then I write.

I have no idea what is coming, or from where it comes. It just is, it just does, and I just allow.

So, in fond deference I offer to the Universe that which is offered to me.

Thoughts of You (A Poem)

I cannot seem to escape
These lonely thoughts of you.
The way your voice raises me to mountaintops
And settles me to the plush grasses of the valleys below.
I cannot seem to run away
From these awesome thoughts of you.
The way your eyes take me to someplace else
While never leaving the space I’m in.
The way your lips invite me inward
Toward a treasure hidden by my soul
A lonely map…a risky voyage,
A lone sailor bends his back to row.
I cannot seem to turn away
From these impassioned thoughts of you.
The way your breasts break my sturdy will;
Discipline lost in the Warriors stoic stare…
You beckon me there…you ask me for reprieve
Or so it seems.
I am easy prey
For these longing thoughts of you.
Dreams foretold as my fingers paint your lovely back
My mouth takes in your betting nape…
The rest of me?
Well, let’s wait to see where the lines all converge
I’ll meet you there, my love.I cannot stop…
These eternal thoughts of you.
I enter you…or have you entered me?
Lost chaos in this moment of perfect order,
Certain perfection in this moment of complete rapture.
I offer you all I have…
Just me, just us…just these loving thoughts of you.


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And We Loved (An Erotic Poem)

She woke me with her mouth
I stirred
Growing in that moist embrace
Hardening in the moment
Finding her desire in my own.
She took me to her sacred places
I followed
Trusting in her loving guidance
Finding truth in her oasis
Realizing heaven in the rush of mindful pleasure.
I entered her – deeply and without reservation
She surrendered
Accepting love in our embrace
Reaffirming truth in each thrust of our intentions
In each moan, in each scream, in each testament of our hearts.
The pace quickened in the Divine instruction
She listened
Taking me to the brink of insanity
Showing me what’s  beyond that glorious ledge
But never allowing me to take that holy plunge.
The tsunami broke free from the horizon
We came
We jumped together, took the plunge to heaven’s gate
We lit the darkness as one mighty flame
And in that space revered a new universe was born.

And we loved.

We loved like there was no tomorrow
Like there was no yesterday.
We loved like there were no others
Like there were no tainted waterways within our Ocean.
We loved like love was all there ever was.
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You are killing me.

Softly. Without remorse. Without effort.

The thought of you touching me, yeah…right at that spot…has me bound and gagged, tormented and pleasured, beyond measure. The thought of those little pieces of you all over me…cooling me, making me hot, quenching my thirst while leaving me begging for more…ensuring our union glides while you securely hold me in place…has me.

Fuck, I love you.

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Can You Hear Me? (MATURE ONLY)

Do you hear me? Can you hear me in your deepest dreams, calling out to you? Can you feel my touch upon your tenderness, my breath upon your wanting skin?

There is no explanation to the madness in my heart. It’s just there, like a bubbling brook in the middle of an arid desert, waiting for your parched lips to take a drink. I cannot deny the insanity of it all, but know that I’d rather live a life of pure madness than hide in the shadows of sanity. I’d rather be seen as crazy dancing with you to music they can’t hear than be known as sane pretending not to hear the sound. So I surrender, and I wait.

I can feel your lips taking me in, your being swallowing me down. I can feel your hands on my hips as you drink; my soul basking in the glory of who you are. I can feel me surrendering to the moment, to the prayer of your moans vibrating through my manhood, taking me in so deep that I may never surface again. I do not give in to the calling of Swadhisthana to explode, rather desiring to allow that spark to grow into an explosion of epic proportions.

Then you rise, my sweet Queen, my effervescent Angel, and I take you. Your eyes fill me with desire, burning away the fog of my mind as I can now follow the light your soul provides. The growl that escapes my hungry soul alerts you to the wave that is about to take you away. We kiss, deeply, nearly consuming each other in the passion for more while wanting so desperately to never leave this space. I want you, all of you, my heart uttering a not-so-silent prayer to yours for a place among your eternal pleasures.  My hands, my mouth, explore you until you demand me inside you.  I take you, and make you mine, owning you for the moment while giving myself to you completely. You scream an urgent plea to be filled, and filled you are.

There, we melt into each other, forever united in the puddles of sweat and selves we create in the process. We find great love in the spaces we create, a reflection of the universe we have known existed but rarely have seen. We’ve loved, we lost, and we’ve discovered a great gift in the sacrifices we have offered at the altar of life.

I can hardly wait.

The First Time (Mature Excerpt)

AftermathHe let his fingertips lightly move up her arm, and then to her breasts. He could feel the material of her shirt straining around them, and he circled around her healthy mounds until he found her hard nipples. He loved their shape, and how hard they were, seemingly able to cut through the layers of fabric that separated skin from skin. She moaned loudly as he pinched them lightly, and as her back arched he squeezed them harder until she seemed to squirm with delight.

Read more here.

photo by: Lohan Gunaweera

Dreamer’s Tantra (Mature)

Sugar Lips

I wonder what it’s like, that first time I enter you. I wonder how it will feel as the power of my hardness meets the power of your softness, as the dry manhood finds the moist oasis of your femininity.

I wonder what you feel as I enter you. Will those gates that bring you to heaven scream as they are stretched open? Will you feel the warmth of my soul cover you as raise your cup to meet me?

I can dream, and in this Dreamer’s Tantra I can feel each inch of your holy pleasure and taste each morsel of your gift’s delight. For hours we dance, and into each other we sing. Such is the gift we bring and such is the purpose of our meeting.


photo by: Jeanny Schmidt