Forbidden Tales
Delta of Venus Fragment
Her lips glide down my neck, descending with a languor that ignites every fiber of my being. Her tongue explores every corner, every curve, provoking a heat that spreads like a fire. Each caress becomes a flame that stokes desire, as our breaths intertwine in a dance of pure pleasure…
Anaïs Nin
Visual and Literary Erotica
The Fire of Your Love
The sex you give me is a ritual of fire,
an incarnation of a god advancing through my body,
and it ignites my heart and veins,
singing a sweet hymn of love and joy.
When you touch me, I transform into a flame,
and my entire being is consumed in a delirium
that takes us to the peaks of desire,
where we merge in an endless passion.
Each caress is an explosion of light,
each kiss a firestorm that burns away my fears,
and in your embrace, I find the universe
unfolding in a play of flames and whispers.
Your love is an eternal fire,
purifying and elevating me,
and in its blaze, I find fulfillment,
the revelation of a profound and sublime ecstasy.
The Fire of Love
Desire burns between your hands,
scorching me, undressing me,
in the ebb and flow of your body
I find the lost paradise.
scorching me, undressing me,
in the ebb and flow of your body
I find the lost paradise.
Gioconda Belli
Orgasm is the great devourer of words. It only allows for moans, howls, infra-human expressions, but not words…
Valérie Tasso
Story
Desire and Defiance
For the past few months, every Monday at the gym had turned into a ritual of sexual tension between my workout partners and me. That morning, the gym was almost empty, with only a few people working on their routines. The air was thick with a mix of sweat and desire.
Luis and I had always had a sort of friendly competition. We met a year ago at the gym, and since then, we pushed each other to lift more weight, run faster, and be better. But lately, our training sessions had become more intense and charged with a different kind of energy.
We started with our usual weightlifting routine. I could feel his eyes tracing my body with each repetition, and I couldn’t help but glance at him out of the corner of my eye. His body was a perfect example of sculpted perfection, and his hard member was evident through his tight pants. I felt a wave of heat wash over me thinking about what might happen.
After the weight session, we moved to the stretching area. We sat on the mats, facing each other. As we stretched, our hands accidentally brushed against each other, and each contact sent a spark of electricity through my body. The tension was palpable, and finally, without saying a word, Luis leaned in and kissed me boldly. His tongue explored my mouth with a hunger I reciprocated. We moved to a more secluded corner of the gym, where the shadows concealed our joined bodies. I felt his hard member against my thigh, and a moan escaped my lips. My own arousal grew, and I could feel my underwear damp with desire.
Luis slid his hand down my abdomen, slowly moving to my groin. His fingers found my erection, and he began to massage me with expert movements. My breathing quickened, and I started to moan softly. The sensation of his warm hand on my member was too much to bear.
We decided the locker room would offer more privacy. We went in and made sure no one else was around. Luis gently pushed me against the wall and knelt in front of me. He lowered my pants, freeing my hard member, which sprang up instantly. With expert precision, he took my sex into his mouth, licking and sucking with a skill that drove me to madness. My moans echoed in the locker room as he worked, his tongue playing with my penis, his lips sliding up and down my member. My body shook with pleasure, and every time I looked down, seeing Luis enjoying my cock drove me further and further to the edge of excitement.
Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and let out a stifled cry as I came in his mouth. Luis took it all, looking at me with eyes filled with lust. He stood up and kissed me again, letting me taste the trace of my own excitement on his lips.
We stayed there, panting and embracing, with a connection that went beyond mere training and had been building up for a long time. The gym had been a witness to our secret, and we knew that from that moment on, our Mondays would be much more than just a workout session.
Anonymous
Written in the early 1940s at the request of an eccentric book collector who insisted on “less poetry” and more explicit descriptions of sexual scenes, the stories in Delta of Venus did not see the light of day until the 1970s. Set in and around Paris of that time and interconnected by the recurring appearance of common characters of varying importance in each story, they offer a liberated vision of human relationships, where eroticism and the pursuit of pleasure do not exclude beauty, emotion, friendship, and the search for authenticity.
Excerpt
Delta of Venus
The pleasure Mathilde felt while caressing men was immense, and their hands slid over her body and lulled her so gently, so rhythmically, that she rarely had an orgasm. She only became aware of this once the men had gone. She would awaken from her opium-induced dreams, with her body still not fully rested.
She would lie there filing her nails and applying polish, doing her refined toilette for future occasions, and brushing her blond hair. Sitting in the sun, using cotton soaked in peroxide, she would bleach her pubic hair to match the color of her head.
Alone, she was haunted by the memory of the hands on her body. Now, beneath her arm, she felt one sliding toward her waist. She thought of Martínez, of how he would open her sex like a bud, of how the fluttering of his quick tongue covered the distance from the pubic hair to her buttocks, ending in the dimple at the small of her back. How much he loved that dimple that made him trace with his fingers and tongue the curve that began below and disappeared between the two firm mounds of flesh!
Thinking of Martínez, Mathilde felt herself overcome by passion. She could not bear waiting for his return. She looked at her legs. Having stayed indoors too long, they had acquired a suggestive whiteness, the chalk-white hue of Chinese women’s skin, that hothouse pallor which dark-skinned men, especially Peruvians, found attractive. She looked at her belly, immaculate, without a single line out of place. Her pubic hair now gleamed in the sun with red and golden highlights.
“How does he see me?” she wondered. She got up and placed a long mirror next to the window. She propped it up against a chair. Then, watching herself, she sat down in front of it on the carpet and slowly spread her legs. The sight was delightful. Her skin was flawless, and her vulva pink and smooth. Mathilde thought it looked like the leaf of a rubber tree, with the secret sap that the pressure of a finger could cause to seep out, and the fragrant moisture reminiscent of that of sea shells. This is how Venus was born from the sea, with that trace of salty honey in her, that only caresses could bring forth from the hidden recesses of her body.
Excerpt from the story Mathilde in Delta of Venus. Erotic Stories. Anaïs Nin.
