“Virginity can be lost by a thought.”

— St. Jerome

I love sex and erotica. I love erotic paintings, erotic drawings, erotic statues and other erotic art. I love looking at erotic photographs and sculptures. I love these things because they make you think, ask questions and feel. Next to humans, it’s sex and intimacy in its purest form. I love sex not because it’s purely about sex but because it is intimacy on a varied level that unites lovers to be creative and create perfect sexual moments. If only for a brief period, lovers can construct a world of euphoria, trust, sometimes worship and above all things…love.

Erotica and sex can be straight fucking. They can be lovemaking. They can be spiritual. They both can also be lonesome and deceiving. It is everything and anything you want and need it to be for you and your mate or just you alone. I love this combo of sex and erotica because it is real, and a person can be stripped to their core, yet they can either stand on a foundation of sexual truth or they can fall into a falsehood of sexual deceit when it comes to relationships.

How did I become comfortable in my sensual dark-as-a-Hershey’s-chocolate-bar skin? Simple, sex has been a part of my life since I was a child. I discovered erotica early in life. To clear things up, I was never sexually abused as a child. As a young adult I had learned a few friends and some family members had been sexually abused and I definitely support their or anyone’s journey to healing. Child molestation is wrong and I do not support nor defend anyone who has stolen a child’s innocence. My sexual experience begins from me being a nosey little girl and discovering where my uncle hid his stash of pornographic magazines in the back of his closet. This was in the 70s, before the internet and in the life of an only child…me.

Being in my uncle’s room was nothing new. However, one particular day I found a stack of “nudie magazines.” I have no idea where he got them from. I can only assume from some friends but they interested me enough to thumb through them. I found Playboy, Black Tail, and Hustler magazines. All the women were posed in teasing positions either showing their full naked bodies or depending on the publication, showing their exposed genitals. I was afraid of being caught but I was intrigued by who these women were, the stories that followed throughout the magazines and what more was to come.

From reading the Letters to the Editor section, the comic strips and the introduction of the Playmate of the month, I gained this weird understanding that this was what was happening in the adult world. I understood it to be shameful to indulge in the pornographic world be it by photos or porn movies. I did see how there was power within those pages. I saw beauty and desires being discussed openly. Readers were being honest about their fantasies and experiences. How interesting!

As I got older, I read articles about sex and relationships from different books and magazines such as Cosmopolitan, Essence and more. In junior high school a friend showed me and another friend a few short minutes of a porn movie that belonged to her stepfather. Years later, I became an erotic spoken word artist and writer. I’m comfortable in healthy sexual settings. I want others to be comfortable with their sexual selves and in their sexual space. This blog is to educate and also entertain. I will introduce you to many sexual topics that are sure to satisfy. Please get high off this Chocolate Cocaine.

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