April 10, 2025 • 16 mins
Travel back in time with me, lover…
I’m Vivia, your headmistress of desire, and tonight we journey through silk-draped chambers, secret garden walls, and scandalous scrolls of time. In this episode of The Art of Writing Erotica, we explore historical erotica—how to write it, feel it, and bring it deliciously to life. From ancient palaces to candlelit chambers, I’ll guide you through crafting scenes that are as authentic as they are arousing. And to end… I have a personal tale for you, one of corsets, cravings, and a Duke with very particular desires.
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I’m Vivia, your headmistress of desire, and tonight we journey through silk-draped chambers, secret garden walls, and scandalous scrolls of time. In this episode of The Art of Writing Erotica, we explore historical erotica—how to write it, feel it, and bring it deliciously to life. From ancient palaces to candlelit chambers, I’ll guide you through crafting scenes that are as authentic as they are arousing. And to end… I have a personal tale for you, one of corsets, cravings, and a Duke with very particular desires.
Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/erotica-with-vivia-volupta--5810514/support.
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Greeting's time travelers, I'm Vivia, your headmistress, and tonight we're
peeling back the velvet curtain of time to explore desire
the way our ancestors might never have spoken of, but
most certainly felt. This lesson is an invitation to step
into the rustling gowns, flickering candlelight, and shadowy alcoves of
(00:23):
historical erotica. Across every culture and century, passion has burned,
sometimes in silence, sometimes in scandal. Tonight we explore how
to channel that erotic history with authenticity, emotional tension, and
a sensual imagination that transcends time. From powdered wigs to
(00:48):
whispered rendezvous behind palace doors. We're unearthing the passions of
the past, one forbidden caress at a time. This is
historical of timeless desires, an ode to the aching glances,
the lace bound secrets, and the sultry suspense that only
(01:08):
history can provide. Tonight's lesson authenticity and arousal, because when
you blend erotic fiction with real historical flavor, you awaken
a world where desire isn't just felt, it's etched into silk,
scandal and size. So let's talk about how to build
(01:32):
a believable past without sounding like a textbook or a
time travel cliche. Now, let us begin your lesson in
authenticity and arousal across cultures and eras. Historical erotica is
all about balance, seduction and structure, passion and propriety. Your
(01:53):
job isn't just to turn readers on, it's to transport them. First,
speak the language of lust gently, too much THEE and
thou and your readers will run. Instead, focus on the
tone of the era. Let your dialogue feel formal, a
(02:14):
bit restrained, but not archaic. Think my honor is at
stake instead of I want to, but it's complicated. Understatement
was often the name of the game, and that repression hot.
Second detail is for play. Give us the waxy gleam
of a candelabra, the weight of velvet on a shoulder,
(02:38):
the feel of corset stays digging into ribs mid kiss.
Let the setting seduce whether you're writing in the sultry
courts of Versailles, the smoky opium dens of Shanghai, or
the rough hewn cottages of medieval Moors. Make us feel it.
(02:59):
And third, forbidden is delicious Historical lovers weren't swiping right.
They were sneaking glances over teacups, stealing dances under scrutiny,
or passing notes beneath gilt. Fans use the social mores
of the time to build tension. Every era has its taboos.
(03:21):
Explore them carefully and consensually. Whether you're writing about a
Grecian courtesan, a Viking shield maiden, a Mughal princess, or
a Jazz era flapper. Historical erotica isn't just about putting
sex in period costumes. It's about immersing the reader in
(03:42):
a world of sensory delight, emotional stakes, and sensual repression
or liberation. Here are a few trope ideas to stir
your creative cauldron. The Warrior's reward. After a victorious battle,
a hardened warrior is offered a se svitual tribute or
(04:02):
claims one they've long desired. The Secret Letters. Two lovers
communicate in forbidden love letters, only to finally meet behind
closed doors during a royal masquerade. Servant and sovereign, a chambermaid,
a powerful empress, a stable boy, a visiting ambassador. Cross
(04:26):
class tension is always deliciously charged. The traveling stranger, from
caravans to ships to trains. The sudden closeness of travel
can make even the most innocent encounters combustive. The morning
widow or widower, Like Tonight's story, a familiar friend returns
(04:52):
after a death, only to awaken what was long dormant,
repressed no more, someone expected to be prim, proper and obedient.
Finally lets go, possibly with the help of a libertine
an artist or a secret lover. Let your story live
(05:13):
in the details, the fabrics, the etiquette, the risks, and
the language of the time. Don't worry about being perfectly accurate.
Focus on being evocative. Let the reader feel what it
was like to want someone when society said no. Now,
(05:34):
for your writing exercise timeless pleasures, Tonight, I invite you
to write an erotic scene set in olden times, a
period of your choosing, in any culture that calls to
your sensual imagination. Perhaps your story unfolds in the candlelit
(05:56):
hush of a samuraized private garden, the shimmering sands of
an Egyptian palace, the marble bathhouse of ancient Rome, the
deep forests of a Druidic festival, the perfumed shadows of
a Mughal zenana or the hidden corners of a roaring
(06:18):
nineteen twenties. Speak easy wherever you set your tail, focus
on one intimate encounter, and let the historical setting heighten
the pleasure. Use textures, language, and cultural rituals that enhance
the sensuality. Let the stakes of the time, reputation, propriety,
(06:40):
social status add tension. Your characters may be constrained by
their era, but desire knows no such limits. Let the
past come alive beneath your pen, and let pleasure be
the thread that pulls it all together. And now let
me share a story that embodies everything we've talked about.
(07:03):
A tale of longing, mourning, and the unexpected bloom of
pleasure in the heart of grief. Welcome to the world
of candlelight and corsets, where desire simmers beneath petticoats and
polite smiles. This is the Duke's Desires, a Victorian tale
of passion rekindled and rules gently broken. Duke Lorentius, an
(07:27):
old friend of Lady Isabella's, had visited her a few
times since the death of her husband, Lord Henry, but
she had never welcomed him into the marital bed, and
he had never asked. She did not know why she
was allowing him now, only that a dark craving had
risen up within her. They retired to the room Lady
(07:49):
Isabella had shared with her late husband. It was a large,
well presented chamber, but at the same time it was
a room that was filled with sadness for her, and
the Duke clearly felt it. Perhaps we should go to
the guest room, the Duke offered, I would not wish
to intrude on your sorrow. Lady Isabella shook her head. No,
(08:15):
she said, turning to face him. Let us stay here.
I would have this be a tribute of sorts to
my dear departed husband. The Duke nodded, whatever you wish,
he murmured. They undressed. Lady Isabella had servants to assist
her with her clothes, and usually the experience of having
(08:38):
someone remove her corset and unbutton her gowns was pleasant,
but there was a certain erotic charge to doing it herself.
Knowing what was to come. The Duke had had no valet,
and he had dressed himself in his quarters before dinner,
so he was already naked. When she turned, he was
(08:59):
fully a racd, and it was the first time she
had seen such an organ outside of illustrations in books
which she had perused in secret long ago. She looked
her fill. He was endowed, more than her late husband
had been, though Lord Henry had not been lacking in
that respect. The Duke stood patiently. When she was finished
(09:21):
with her examination, He smiled, May I do the same
with you? He inquired. Yes, certainly, she said, and stood still,
feeling a little awkward. It was rather thrilling knowing he
would see her completely naked, and would touch her flesh,
and would do more than just that. He took his time,
(09:46):
his eyes lingering on her body, and it seemed to
Lady Isabella as though her skin grew hotter with each second.
She had always been sensitive to heat, and the sensation
of being flushed caused her to grow damp between her thighs. Finally,
he raised his gaze to her face, his eyes full
(10:07):
of desire. Lady Isabella felt as though they had entered
into a contract, that something had changed irrevocably, and she
was both frightened and excited by that realization. May I
kiss you, he murmured, Oh, yes, please, Lady Isabella replied,
(10:28):
and then his lips were on hers and his tongue
was in her mouth. The sensations were strange, for Lord
Henry had never kissed her. Thus the Duke's kisses grew
more passionate, until Lady Isabella was clinging to him. He
bore her back onto the bed and knelt between her thighs.
I should like to taste you, he said. Lady Isabella nodded,
(10:52):
not sure what he meant, but the mystery was soon solved.
He bent his head and his tongue darted out to
lick her quim. She gasped with pleasure. No one had
ever done this to her. She had never even known
such a thing was possible, and the Duke's clever tongue,
licking and sucking at her most intimate parts, sent jolts
(11:15):
of pleasure through her. She could feel her climax approaching,
the pressure building, and when she came arching up from
the bed, she cried out in wonder. Oh, Duke, Duke,
she cried. He rose, smiling. Please call me loss, he added,
(11:35):
his smile widening. Lady Isabella, panting, looked at the glistening
evidence of her own arousal on his mustache and could
not help a laugh. What what is it, Lars inquired
self consciously. Your your mustache? It has my love juices
all over it, Lady Isabella choked out. Lars laughed, and
(11:59):
the mood was lightened. He walked over to the chair
where his jacket lay, retrieved a handkerchief from the pocket
and gently wiped it off. After a moment, however, Lady
Isabella grew curious. Will you allow me to return the favor?
She inquired, If it pleases you, I would love nothing more.
(12:22):
She helped him lie on his back and knelt between
his legs, as he had done with her. His shaft
was large, and she was not entirely certain how she
would go about pleasuring him with her mouth, but his
moans of appreciation when she licked his length gave her encouragement.
Her explorations were soon interrupted by Lars, who pulled her
(12:44):
up and positioned her above his manhood. Are you ready
for me, he asked? Lady Isabella hesitated. Should we not
use a French letter? She asked, I am a doctor,
as you know, Lars reminded her, and I have made
some ah innovations in that area. If we were to conceive,
(13:09):
I could not be happier. But if not, there is
no danger of disease or unwonted pregnancy. Then take me,
she murmured, her voice husky with anticipation, and let him
guide her down on to him. The sensation of fullness
was intense, and for a moment it seemed as though
she could not take him all. But then she relaxed
(13:33):
and took him all the way into her. Lars groaned
as she began to ride him, slowly at first and
then faster. He guided her, his fingers caressing her pleasure
bud and Lady Isabella was overcome with passion. She was
dimly aware of him climaxing with her and his seed
(13:53):
spurting inside her, but the pleasure was so great that
she forgot to be alarmed. She fell again him Exhausted,
they lay together in silence for a while. Thank you,
Lady Isabella finally said, her voice soft edged with vulnerability.
She let out a breath. She hadn't realized she'd been
(14:14):
holding her gaze, lingering on Lars with something open and searching.
I never thought i'd feel this way again, not after
my husband. I thought that part of me had died.
Her voice caught slightly, but she continued, but tonight, it's
been refreshing, exhilarating. I feel alive again. She reached out
(14:41):
her fingertips, brushing the back of his hand, tentative at first,
then settling with quiet trust. I'm grateful for your company
for this feeling. Lars turned his hand in hers, strong
and gentle, all at once, without breaking eye contact. He
lifted her hand slowly to his lips and pressed a
(15:04):
soft kiss to her knuckles, reverent, lingering, it was my pleasure,
he murmured against her skin. She wondered what would come next.
Would Lars want to continue their affair, or would this
be a one time liaison. As if reading her mind.
(15:26):
With a flicker of a smile rich with promise, he added,
and I hope it's only the beginning. I would very
much like to continue our relationship. I find you incredibly desirable,
and I believe we could have a very fulfilling, passionate affair.
Lady Isabella was relieved and excited. I would like that
(15:48):
very much, she said, and they sealed their agreement with
a kiss, And so the Duke's lips sealed more than
a kiss. They sealed a promise, a new chapter for
Lady Isabella, one not written in mourning, but in pleasure
and possibility, because even in the most restrained times, passion
(16:12):
finds a way, and where there is longing, there is
always hope for more. Until next time. Darling's, stay decadent,
stay daring, and never underestimate the power of a whispered
(16:32):
yes in a world that always said no. This has
been erotica with Vivia Volupta, Sincerely yours Vivia, signing off
with a wink and a kiss. Stay naughty, my lovelies,
Greeting's time travelers, I'm Vivia, your headmistress, and tonight we're
peeling back the velvet curtain of time to explore desire
the way our ancestors might never have spoken of, but
most certainly felt. This lesson is an invitation to step
into the rustling gowns, flickering candlelight, and shadowy alcoves of
(00:23):
historical erotica. Across every culture and century, passion has burned,
sometimes in silence, sometimes in scandal. Tonight we explore how
to channel that erotic history with authenticity, emotional tension, and
a sensual imagination that transcends time. From powdered wigs to
(00:48):
whispered rendezvous behind palace doors. We're unearthing the passions of
the past, one forbidden caress at a time. This is
historical of timeless desires, an ode to the aching glances,
the lace bound secrets, and the sultry suspense that only
(01:08):
history can provide. Tonight's lesson authenticity and arousal, because when
you blend erotic fiction with real historical flavor, you awaken
a world where desire isn't just felt, it's etched into silk,
scandal and size. So let's talk about how to build
(01:32):
a believable past without sounding like a textbook or a
time travel cliche. Now, let us begin your lesson in
authenticity and arousal across cultures and eras. Historical erotica is
all about balance, seduction and structure, passion and propriety. Your
(01:53):
job isn't just to turn readers on, it's to transport them. First,
speak the language of lust gently, too much THEE and
thou and your readers will run. Instead, focus on the
tone of the era. Let your dialogue feel formal, a
(02:14):
bit restrained, but not archaic. Think my honor is at
stake instead of I want to, but it's complicated. Understatement
was often the name of the game, and that repression hot.
Second detail is for play. Give us the waxy gleam
of a candelabra, the weight of velvet on a shoulder,
(02:38):
the feel of corset stays digging into ribs mid kiss.
Let the setting seduce whether you're writing in the sultry
courts of Versailles, the smoky opium dens of Shanghai, or
the rough hewn cottages of medieval Moors. Make us feel it.
(02:59):
And third, forbidden is delicious Historical lovers weren't swiping right.
They were sneaking glances over teacups, stealing dances under scrutiny,
or passing notes beneath gilt. Fans use the social mores
of the time to build tension. Every era has its taboos.
(03:21):
Explore them carefully and consensually. Whether you're writing about a
Grecian courtesan, a Viking shield maiden, a Mughal princess, or
a Jazz era flapper. Historical erotica isn't just about putting
sex in period costumes. It's about immersing the reader in
(03:42):
a world of sensory delight, emotional stakes, and sensual repression
or liberation. Here are a few trope ideas to stir
your creative cauldron. The Warrior's reward. After a victorious battle,
a hardened warrior is offered a se svitual tribute or
(04:02):
claims one they've long desired. The Secret Letters. Two lovers
communicate in forbidden love letters, only to finally meet behind
closed doors during a royal masquerade. Servant and sovereign, a chambermaid,
a powerful empress, a stable boy, a visiting ambassador. Cross
(04:26):
class tension is always deliciously charged. The traveling stranger, from
caravans to ships to trains. The sudden closeness of travel
can make even the most innocent encounters combustive. The morning
widow or widower, Like Tonight's story, a familiar friend returns
(04:52):
after a death, only to awaken what was long dormant,
repressed no more, someone expected to be prim, proper and obedient.
Finally lets go, possibly with the help of a libertine
an artist or a secret lover. Let your story live
(05:13):
in the details, the fabrics, the etiquette, the risks, and
the language of the time. Don't worry about being perfectly accurate.
Focus on being evocative. Let the reader feel what it
was like to want someone when society said no. Now,
(05:34):
for your writing exercise timeless pleasures, Tonight, I invite you
to write an erotic scene set in olden times, a
period of your choosing, in any culture that calls to
your sensual imagination. Perhaps your story unfolds in the candlelit
(05:56):
hush of a samuraized private garden, the shimmering sands of
an Egyptian palace, the marble bathhouse of ancient Rome, the
deep forests of a Druidic festival, the perfumed shadows of
a Mughal zenana or the hidden corners of a roaring
(06:18):
nineteen twenties. Speak easy wherever you set your tail, focus
on one intimate encounter, and let the historical setting heighten
the pleasure. Use textures, language, and cultural rituals that enhance
the sensuality. Let the stakes of the time, reputation, propriety,
(06:40):
social status add tension. Your characters may be constrained by
their era, but desire knows no such limits. Let the
past come alive beneath your pen, and let pleasure be
the thread that pulls it all together. And now let
me share a story that embodies everything we've talked about.
(07:03):
A tale of longing, mourning, and the unexpected bloom of
pleasure in the heart of grief. Welcome to the world
of candlelight and corsets, where desire simmers beneath petticoats and
polite smiles. This is the Duke's Desires, a Victorian tale
of passion rekindled and rules gently broken. Duke Lorentius, an
(07:27):
old friend of Lady Isabella's, had visited her a few
times since the death of her husband, Lord Henry, but
she had never welcomed him into the marital bed, and
he had never asked. She did not know why she
was allowing him now, only that a dark craving had
risen up within her. They retired to the room Lady
(07:49):
Isabella had shared with her late husband. It was a large,
well presented chamber, but at the same time it was
a room that was filled with sadness for her, and
the Duke clearly felt it. Perhaps we should go to
the guest room, the Duke offered, I would not wish
to intrude on your sorrow. Lady Isabella shook her head. No,
(08:15):
she said, turning to face him. Let us stay here.
I would have this be a tribute of sorts to
my dear departed husband. The Duke nodded, whatever you wish,
he murmured. They undressed. Lady Isabella had servants to assist
her with her clothes, and usually the experience of having
(08:38):
someone remove her corset and unbutton her gowns was pleasant,
but there was a certain erotic charge to doing it herself.
Knowing what was to come. The Duke had had no valet,
and he had dressed himself in his quarters before dinner,
so he was already naked. When she turned, he was
(08:59):
fully a racd, and it was the first time she
had seen such an organ outside of illustrations in books
which she had perused in secret long ago. She looked
her fill. He was endowed, more than her late husband
had been, though Lord Henry had not been lacking in
that respect. The Duke stood patiently. When she was finished
(09:21):
with her examination, He smiled, May I do the same
with you? He inquired. Yes, certainly, she said, and stood still,
feeling a little awkward. It was rather thrilling knowing he
would see her completely naked, and would touch her flesh,
and would do more than just that. He took his time,
(09:46):
his eyes lingering on her body, and it seemed to
Lady Isabella as though her skin grew hotter with each second.
She had always been sensitive to heat, and the sensation
of being flushed caused her to grow damp between her thighs. Finally,
he raised his gaze to her face, his eyes full
(10:07):
of desire. Lady Isabella felt as though they had entered
into a contract, that something had changed irrevocably, and she
was both frightened and excited by that realization. May I
kiss you, he murmured, Oh, yes, please, Lady Isabella replied,
(10:28):
and then his lips were on hers and his tongue
was in her mouth. The sensations were strange, for Lord
Henry had never kissed her. Thus the Duke's kisses grew
more passionate, until Lady Isabella was clinging to him. He
bore her back onto the bed and knelt between her thighs.
I should like to taste you, he said. Lady Isabella nodded,
(10:52):
not sure what he meant, but the mystery was soon solved.
He bent his head and his tongue darted out to
lick her quim. She gasped with pleasure. No one had
ever done this to her. She had never even known
such a thing was possible, and the Duke's clever tongue,
licking and sucking at her most intimate parts, sent jolts
(11:15):
of pleasure through her. She could feel her climax approaching,
the pressure building, and when she came arching up from
the bed, she cried out in wonder. Oh, Duke, Duke,
she cried. He rose, smiling. Please call me loss, he added,
(11:35):
his smile widening. Lady Isabella, panting, looked at the glistening
evidence of her own arousal on his mustache and could
not help a laugh. What what is it, Lars inquired
self consciously. Your your mustache? It has my love juices
all over it, Lady Isabella choked out. Lars laughed, and
(11:59):
the mood was lightened. He walked over to the chair
where his jacket lay, retrieved a handkerchief from the pocket
and gently wiped it off. After a moment, however, Lady
Isabella grew curious. Will you allow me to return the favor?
She inquired, If it pleases you, I would love nothing more.
(12:22):
She helped him lie on his back and knelt between
his legs, as he had done with her. His shaft
was large, and she was not entirely certain how she
would go about pleasuring him with her mouth, but his
moans of appreciation when she licked his length gave her encouragement.
Her explorations were soon interrupted by Lars, who pulled her
(12:44):
up and positioned her above his manhood. Are you ready
for me, he asked? Lady Isabella hesitated. Should we not
use a French letter? She asked, I am a doctor,
as you know, Lars reminded her, and I have made
some ah innovations in that area. If we were to conceive,
(13:09):
I could not be happier. But if not, there is
no danger of disease or unwonted pregnancy. Then take me,
she murmured, her voice husky with anticipation, and let him
guide her down on to him. The sensation of fullness
was intense, and for a moment it seemed as though
she could not take him all. But then she relaxed
(13:33):
and took him all the way into her. Lars groaned
as she began to ride him, slowly at first and
then faster. He guided her, his fingers caressing her pleasure
bud and Lady Isabella was overcome with passion. She was
dimly aware of him climaxing with her and his seed
(13:53):
spurting inside her, but the pleasure was so great that
she forgot to be alarmed. She fell again him Exhausted,
they lay together in silence for a while. Thank you,
Lady Isabella finally said, her voice soft edged with vulnerability.
She let out a breath. She hadn't realized she'd been
(14:14):
holding her gaze, lingering on Lars with something open and searching.
I never thought i'd feel this way again, not after
my husband. I thought that part of me had died.
Her voice caught slightly, but she continued, but tonight, it's
been refreshing, exhilarating. I feel alive again. She reached out
(14:41):
her fingertips, brushing the back of his hand, tentative at first,
then settling with quiet trust. I'm grateful for your company
for this feeling. Lars turned his hand in hers, strong
and gentle, all at once, without breaking eye contact. He
lifted her hand slowly to his lips and pressed a
(15:04):
soft kiss to her knuckles, reverent, lingering, it was my pleasure,
he murmured against her skin. She wondered what would come next.
Would Lars want to continue their affair, or would this
be a one time liaison. As if reading her mind.
(15:26):
With a flicker of a smile rich with promise, he added,
and I hope it's only the beginning. I would very
much like to continue our relationship. I find you incredibly desirable,
and I believe we could have a very fulfilling, passionate affair.
Lady Isabella was relieved and excited. I would like that
(15:48):
very much, she said, and they sealed their agreement with
a kiss, And so the Duke's lips sealed more than
a kiss. They sealed a promise, a new chapter for
Lady Isabella, one not written in mourning, but in pleasure
and possibility, because even in the most restrained times, passion
(16:12):
finds a way, and where there is longing, there is
always hope for more. Until next time. Darling's, stay decadent,
stay daring, and never underestimate the power of a whispered
(16:32):
yes in a world that always said no. This has
been erotica with Vivia Volupta, Sincerely yours Vivia, signing off
with a wink and a kiss. Stay naughty, my lovelies,
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