People live better when they're inspired..this is to honor the seat of my creation and sexuality


Devotion…sweet (D/s)

Today I woke up totally feeling like I wanted to be of service to my man. I wanted to pamper him and put him to bed while I cooked, cleaned, and checked on him periodically to see if he had any further requests. I wanted to make sure that everything in his environment was to his liking: peaceful, serene, and beautiful. I felt my former inner flight attendant emerge, and it is at that time in my life that I was discovering just how childlike grown men can be, and I of course wanted to treat him to some mile high love.

As I imagined him completely relaxed, rested, and fully  trusting me to take care of him, I began to realize that it wasn’t simply the act of serving that made me wet. It was the idea that I trusted him to be in authority over me (although non consent is a turn on as well). The idea of being dominated in and out of the bedroom is a hugely arousing concept for me, and that takes trust. As the fantasy took more twists and turns, the arousal moved to deeper and deeper parts of my womb and abdomen; it was almost like a dull ache. I was going to bust a serious nut thinking about him. I actually went to a place of full submission, where finally my hands were tied and I couldn’t move, and he was completely taking ownership over my orifices. He said he’d be a good boss, and I wanted to be a loyal employee. Fuck that, I wanted to be his slave.

Here are some songs that came to mind during the day:

And this…

And this…listen to the words, don’t just go off of the title. She says

“I offer you my sweet devotion…I wanna make it easier for you…I’m not perfect but my aim is to…be here and now…”

These are the lyrics that most resonate with me. Mmm…I just had to share. Me’shell Ndegeocello is such a sweet androgynous spirit and her voice is pure black silk over this song. Enjoy…and lay down with someone in sweet devotion…just don’t burn the food…


NEW EROTICA: The Marital Position

Look to Womb Noir to be a space for all things sexual, shadowy, and seductive. Here is a little taste of a new collection of erotica and a note from the author, Kenya Nushen:

There is a dire need for marriage to be explored in erotic literature. Where are you and your partner on the spectrum of sexual expression? Wherever you fall, be it romantic and intense or wild and creative, you’ll find an image of your true exotic selves in any one of these stories. So please enjoy the teaser…and I hope for you to enjoy the book even more!

A Woman Is Gracious…

So, I realize, if you’re a beautiful woman…you’re just a beautiful woman. You’ll get messages from everyone telling you so even if you don’t believe it fully. I don’t, but I think I’ve found someone who does. I’m working on the broken places…and I can’t turn my magnetism off. I want to shun other men who approach me but I can’t… I won’t. They are there and they deserve a certain type of love from me as well, after all, I attracted them. But…no one gives me that feeling like he does. No, not right now. I guess I know what he means about ending things abruptly and starting things organically. I think one thing about unconditional love or authenticity may have something to do with your feelings and always being true to them, living your truth. My heart doesn’t WANT to be mean to other men but my head tells me I should do so. That was when I was young. Now, I feel myself becoming a woman. A woman is always gracious to all men who compliment her, even if she’s not in love with them. I don’t ever want to cut off what made me desirable in the first place. If I’m alluring I just have to accept that. What can I say, it’s my fate. But, they won’t get everything… My heart is too full to accept anyone else at the moment.

Tossed Salad, Anyone?

Now here is when the posts start to get juicy, and I’m loving  the direction this blog is taking. Did you know I started a sex diary at 16, when I was still a virgin? I think there was an entire year where I did nothing but think about sex and masturbate. I would literally stay in my room for hours at a time trying to make myself cum. One of the topics that came up recently while talking to a few sisters online was ass licking. A woman posed a question: “Do you like having your ass licked?” Well, do you? Lol. I know I do. But it didn’t start out that way….

The first porn dvd that I bought that ever focused on ass worship was called “Lick the Can.” It was high quality porn, very arousing. But it wasn’t until a few years later that someone actually had done it for me. They turned me off from it for years to come, because who likes to feel numb during any sex act? It can be a total waste of time, and during love making there is no time to be wasted unless it’s pleasurable.

He told me to go take a bath. I was very submissive to him, and that in itself was interesting. I came back in the room, cold from the draft of air, nervous, wearing nothing but a towel. I put on my pj’s, a tank top and little cotton shorts, and I got into bed. He was watching cable tv and I was lying on my stomach. He rolled my little cotton shorts down my long legs, the shorts left little to the imagination anyway, my ass checks peeked out from the bottom, and he proceeded to massage my gluteus maximus. “Mmmm…” I moaned, it felt so good, to have these muscles kneaded that were barely touched except by, a g-string, jeans, black pants, and a dirty subway seat. He tickled me with his small pecks, kisses, and licks on my round, brown, ass. I was getting wet, anticipating what was to come. Then he spread my cheeks wide open. I was embarrassed, I don’t think I had anyone look directly at my ass before, and I buried my face in the pillow out of shyness. The lights were one. The tv was gurgling with background noise. The he did it. He put his slimy hard muscular tongue on my asshole. He moved it around, fast, and it felt like nothing. I’m so sorry…you are not as disappointed as I was that very night in my very demented boyfriend’s apartment. I think that’s what it was…there was a emotional/spiritual/sexual disconnect–I just didn’t feel anything when he licked my can.

A few years later, I met someone with whom I had an instant sexual connection. I mean we made out on the New York City streets up against a wall in broad day light. It was that intense. While I’ll never know whether or not it was a case of it burning out quickly or “out of sight out of mind, I do recall an ass licking experience with this man that surpassed the previous one by far. We were, what my good friend calls “going at it,” and he had turned me around with my ass right up against his hard and wet dick, which he had just pulled out of my throbbing pussy, I thought it was going to be a simple case of him hitting it from the back, but suddenly I felt my ass checks curtly pulled apart and his moist and wiggly tongue massaging my hole. I was moaning then, and it almost makes me moan now to think of how good it felt, and I even thought about the last time, although probably not during the act. I was in too much bliss to do comparisons until after my pussy had gone back to it’s normal wetness..not drip dripping like it was when he was eating my ass.

Different people can do different things to you, for you, on you, and it can feel different every time. I’ve never even thought of returning the favor, especially on a man, but I think there is something dirty-sexy about licking someone’s ass. I find it to the ultimate in submission and enthusiasm to please, which is an element that makes any sex partner immensely more desirable. An inevitable part of ass worship, tossing salad, ass-licking, rimming…whatever you choose to name this illicitly desirable act, I hope your ass enjoys it.


I am a Black Female Body Nudethusiast

I’ve always loved to show my tatas, titties, boobs, breasts, whatever you want to call them. I get a rise out of arousing two things: disapproval and sexual feelings. There may be some spiritual science behind this phenomenon of women baring breasts (I even made a movement out of it…) and more to the world…after being suppressed for so long, how can you blame us? Via Kenya K Stevens:

As feminine-balance is being established on the planet, females no longer allow themselves to be ruled by shame, and know that the neither the beauty of their soul or body is corruptible. 

The female spirit loves to nurture and enliven others, knowing that as a mirror for Kundalini Shakti, it contains the powerful potential to arouse Kundalini in others. Because of this, devis (often) feel excited by the idea of displaying intimate portrayals of their beauty for others to see.

I find this to be very true for me. Here’s proof (snicker)…It was a Sunday afternoon and I had my good friend Tamara over for a vegan brunch. We caught up on our lives and I complained about not being able to get into school. She said, “if you wanted to be in school you’d be there.” I took that day on and over a year later I had done several nude photo shoots, was an extra in a few television shows, and I became a columnist for a local paper and rubbed elbows with the top editors at Essence magazine. I really was free. This one of the pictures that kicked it off. I posted it along with a few others on my Model Mayhem profile and my journey as a Black Female Body Nudethiast began. (I coined that term. You can’t use it unless you say my name ;) These were taken on my balcony at my old apartment, my roommates were home, and I have to thank Tamara for making me look so good in the broad daylight of that fateful Sunday afternoon. We used my phone and it was the best rush ever. Made feel kind of tingly…(drip, drip)

Nothing like the rush of knowing the neighbors might see you.

She Let Go…

This poem had to be saved. I could not let it disappear into the great black hole of cyberspace, never to be read by me again. I read it aloud and something frees in me. I discovered this via the women’s community that I’m apart of: 

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of

 the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do
it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone

Rev Safire Rose

via Devi Moksha, thank you!

Juicy Fruit

What on the human body is more like a fruit than the juicy yoni, pussy, cat, lingham, dick, cock, balls, ass, titties, boobs, breasts…nipples? I just ate some fruit, and I feel full, very full. Sated is an even better word. I was sure to eat pineapples so that my juices would taste sweet, as I plan on tasting them a little later tee hee…here are some images to inspire…




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