The Strange Paradise that is the Literotica Art Hub

 

By Holden Taylor

When you are feeling some sort of frisky, when you really need to get one off and can’t quite stomach yet another overlit, hairless, ethically-compromised, stereotype-exploiting, soulless Pornhub video, you have a few options.

Of course, if circumstances are right, maybe another person could be involved: a long-term lover or a serendipitous Tinder encounter. If not, you might go the old-fashioned route and simply unshackle your imagination — an endeavor that then becomes both an act of self-love and an exercise in concentration, delving deep into the mind.

Or, if you’re story-inclined, if words can make you feel things, you could pick up a steamy paperback — engorged, moist, tender, his member, her heat — or, if more frugal, you’ll head over to the great bastion of ’90s CPU aesthetic sex writing: Literotica.com, where you can troll through free, user-submitted smut, neatly (if archaically) organized by category, popularity, and taglines.

But if you’ve spent enough time on Literotica, you may discover that the site, in its brilliant blue hue, offers more than just words and stories (though there is immense value to be found in these narratives); there are forums and boards and threads where communities foster; there are selections of erotic toys, webcam varieties, erotic chat avenues, personal listings and, perhaps most strangely, most intriguing and surely the most singularly profound: the Literotica Arts Hub.

It is here that the queer vastness that is human sexuality can be truly surveyed, explored and prodded. Here that artistic ambition and manumit kink converge to produce both a community and a constant stream of original imagery unlike anywhere else on the net. Whatever your preferred fetish might be, here you will find not only beautiful and eerie iterations of it, but discover new kinks, new mediums, new channels to get your kicks.  

A quick and inexhaustive exploration for your consideration:

Untitled (red hair) by pilip

Wherein the grassy skirt is unhiding of red lips to complement red hair.

Wherein the grassy skirt is unhiding of red lips to complement red hair.

Wherein an aroused bookshop owner with washboard abs helps satiate your Sims kink.

Wherein an aroused bookshop owner with washboard abs helps satiate your Sims kink.

Wherein chalk pastels awake you to the intergalactic erotic within all of us.

Wherein chalk pastels awake you to the intergalactic erotic within all of us.

Wherein negative space becomes quite filling.

Wherein negative space becomes quite filling.

Wherein a Diablo addict’s long unrealized kink is fleshed out.

Wherein a Diablo addict’s long unrealized kink is fleshed out.

*Also by Corpse_rider: Lust of Medusa

 

Reiki by Bad_Mazza

Wherein the power of touch is tenderly, tantrically conveyed.

Wherein the power of touch is tenderly, tantrically conveyed.

 

Don’t Be Such a Nerd by Smol_stack

Wherein priorities are fiercely debated with Harold’s aesthetic.

Wherein priorities are fiercely debated with Harold’s aesthetic.

Wherein landscape romanticism is elevated to new heights.

Wherein landscape romanticism is elevated to new heights.

Wherein, serially, Superbad pop culture kinks are given true justice

Wherein, serially, Superbad pop culture kinks are given true justice

For more, take a turn on the Art Spinner.

 
Holden Taylor