This is a beautiful post by Redbud, called Stranger. It is a haunting piece of prose taking the reader on a wonderful erotic journey through the eyes a man obsessed with a beautiful woman. Oh, and there’s a breathtaking photo to go along with it. Here’s a sample:

I am always with you.

I am the stranger you always imagine.

I am the masculine who always comes to you. I don’t frighten you because you summon me. I don’t have a name because you prefer me without one.

I am the stranger who looks at you when your back is turned. I look at your hips, your waist, the promises your body makes. I am a connoisseur. You cannot step outside and go unseen by me, unimagined by me.

Read it in it’s entirety here.

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I recently had the pleasure of finding the blog EroticabyAthena. I had a hard time deciding which post of hers to sample here because there is so much good work there. But here is a snippet of one of my fav’s, called Impartial:

He had beautiful hands. Just like you. The kind of hands that would know exactly how to touch me – without any questions.
He was stoic but there was an edge to him. Like he was capable of going from the nicest guy you’ll ever meet to the biggest dick on the face of the planet in the space of two words and three steps.
Yeah, he’d know exactly how to fuck me.

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