Are you tired of wading through the dreck online trying to find quality erotica that is both literary and lusty, both raw and refined? Do you want tasteful erotic stories that explore your sexuality and pleasure as only another woman can express it? Feel like laying back and listening to a sexy story told from a woman's point of view?

Ever wondered what it would be like to ride a sybian, meet a man in a hotel room, tie someone up, or make love to another woman? If you've ever wished you were more sexually adventurous or ever wondered what might have been if only you'd said yes, this is where you can hear your fantasies fulfilled. Silken Erotica explores these subjects and more in both text and audio formats.

Let Silken Erotica take you places you've never been but always wanted to go, thrill you with the hot, juicy, forbidden things you've always wanted to do but never done -- all in the comfort of your own bed and the safety of your mind. Chose a story, sit back, relax, and enjoy!

The woman behind Silken Erotica for women is KR Silkenvoice. She has made a name for herself as a writer and narrator of erotica since 2005. A self-described polyamorous bisexual female, her work is thoughtful, provocative, and imaginative, and addresses a wide range of sensual, erotic, and adult sexuality topics. Her voice is hypnotic and sexy, and she spins each story at a languid pace that lulls the listener into a spell-binding web of sensuality and desire.

Her stort story Where The Women Are has been published in the anthology Wetter: More True Lesbian Sex Stories. Another short story, Picnic Beneath the Willow, is awaiting publication in the anthology The Longest Kiss from Mojocastle Press. Silken's erotica was awarded two Editor's Picks on Literotica, is featured at Inky Blue Allusions, and has been quoted in numerous adult blogs. She counts amongst her friends The Sayer of RedWordSaid, and Alicia NightOrchid, two producers of erotica that she holds in high regard.

(story excerpt)

The throats of the orange-red flowers seemed to swell as they drank greedily of the sunlight's golden sweetness. My eyes tracked a couple of bees flirting from blossom to blossom, slipping deep down the flowers throats to gather that sweetness for themselves, only to emerge seconds later, launching back into the air in search of the next source of nectar.

Glorious day, I thought, as I closed my eyes and let my head loll against the back of the chaise. I could feel the breeze tickling my skin, teasing the sun-kissed flesh, making my nipples harden. Sighing, I shifted a little and licked my lips. The sun was making me hot and the wind was making me hotter. I found myself wondering how I could entice my lover into the shadowy interior of the beach house for an afternoon of lazy love-making.

"Are you ready for some food?" Kurt asked from somewhere above me.

I opened a lazy eye and spotted him.

"Mmmm. Lunch. What a good idea," I said, thinking how providential it was that his stomach decided it was empty in the same moment I'd decided I needed filling.

I lifted my hand and he took it, pulling me upwards, out of my chair. I leaned into him and slipped my arms around his waist. I pressed my lips to the skin exposed by the vee of his shirt and inhaled sharply. His unique scent commingled enticingly with the salt-tang of the air, flooding my senses. I slid my hand down his arm and taking his hand in mine, stepped toward the house. (more)