Category: Erotic Art & Literature


by Evan J. Peterson

"Hijab Girl: Not So Modest" by Deviantnorm

Pearled like a swine in cream and black
it’s caught on your lashes, not thighs.
The running mascara turns grey
and slips. All you have are your eyes:

the bridge of your nose, gash-plucked brows,
the lashes like porcupine quills.
Trickle by trap, are you his sow
with your gag-hidden mouth that chills?

Your hair is wrapped in quiet pride.
His hot little splash soaks, a tag.
You’re stone and appear unsurprised
your niqaab has become his rag.

Each milky filament pulls you
down. Blink, drink, or just let it dry.
Dribble by drop, but you refuse
to drown. All you have are your eyes.

"Ragout of Octopus and Mediterranean Vegetables" by Jean Van Cleemput

What is it about women and seafood? Perhaps I respond to the ancient biblical symbolism in which fish represents the penis, or maybe what I like so much about van Cleemput’s blend of sex and seafood is seeing fashion jump the shark.  

Editor Dian Hanson from The New Erotic Photography, Taschen Publishers.

Showgirl

by Kerry Cox

"Showgirl" by Judy Polstra

With your dandelion stallions
Pounding through these valleys
In a mixed-up maze of mirrors
Each glitter hit the same
From a shot glass
To the throat
To the love letters you wrote
Along the highways
Of each never-ending vein
In a fantasy of furnishing
A shape studded with sins
Pearlescent patchwork
Sewn tight with silver grins
So movie star, so shimmy shook
So preciously portrayed
Eloquently silhouetted
Dreamed up and displayed
Let me cup your cancan curving candy
And caress your cunning clocks
Massage your midnight money
Stick keys in all your locks
With your rose-red light up lips
Sinking more than ships
You drown me with the symphony
Of your blue-blooded butterfly hips
Making déjà vu decisions
In a mardi gras mirage
Your ribs are spreading rumors
Of your pretty pink corsage
Let me learn each story
Of your luminescent glory
Dancing like a dervish
Down your spine
I’ll lap up all the lushness
Crush it into plushness
And sculpt it into something
To make my own skin shine…

Once upon a midnight dreary… and its cold and windy and nasty and you dont want to leave your home! Theres only one thing that can drag you out of your house other than the chance to blow the biggest dick you’ve ever seen in your life… the Erotic Literary Salon!

Everyone is super nice, super engaging, super dramatic, and oh so sweet! They are open minded, tolerant to mucho, and will hardly judge unless you gripe about spying on your neighbor’s 4 year old son taking a bubbl ebath and playing with his yellow ship.

If you ever get the chance, I highly recommend it. Its a great place to go, listen with your ears open, and allow the world to speak sweet nothings for yourself.