Lilith Estrella
Writer of poetic, intimate WLW romance & erotica
ABOUT ME
A bookworm nerd deeply enamored by Emily Dickinson and Shakespeare, a big sucker for poetry and romance. I love creating chemistry-focused stories because I believe intimacy is an art.Having over two decades of experience in creative writing communities, my fiction and poetry have been published in indie literary anthologies.My world is chivalrous, tender, a little chaotic, and human. I believe desire, too, deserves to be written beautifully, so I wish I could write erotica that refuses to be looked down upon.Fun fact: My imagination is fueled by my beloved, my cute flowers, and an aromatic cup of tea.
Writing Samples
The following excerpts show the range of tones I work in, from poetic intimacy to dark, consensual-edge fantasy, all within the same project (Tarot Journey) and beyond.
Poetic Intimacy
Tarot Journey — A psychic seduction wrapped in Shakespearean romanticism
Artwork by Silkena
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day, princess?"A warm breath caressed her skin. A chuckle slipped from Lis's lips. 'Oh my... this is so cute and corny, this woman is adorable.'"Thou art more lovely and more temperate..." The words tickled her bare back. "Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May." Every syllable was accompanied by a delicate kiss.Lis turned, meeting her lover’s amber gaze. Messy hair, ivory skin, that disarming smile… Lena."...Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines..."
"Ohhh... did you just call me hot?" Lis playfully pinched her nose.A melodic laugh echoed through the bathroom walls and caressed her ears."Yes. So hot you ignite every neuron in my body." Lena traced the curves of her lover's jaw with her cold forefinger, tickling it lightly. She parted her mouth, leaving a sultry trail of desire."Let me sculpt your body with my lips, love." Lena's warm breath scalded her ear.
Playful Power Exchange
Tarot Journey — A dark, consensual-edge fantasy where fear and pleasure merge
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Disclaimer: This excerpt depicts an intense,
Consensual Non-Consent (CNC) dark fantasy scenario.
The metallic screech of a car lock echoed through the walls of her dazed mind."You can't escape, little one."Her heart pounded in her chest as she met the woman's amber gaze."You are too weak and fragile, love... Let me take care of you."A kiss melted her senses when a click echoed inside the car. Handcuffs glinted in the sun, chaining her to the steering wheel. Horror crept into her body and turned her stomach into an icy knot. She pulled against the cuffs, frantically rattling her steel prison."Shhhh, it's okay..." A soft whisper reached her ears."I promise you will like it." The soothing tone sent a tingling sensation across her skin."Now, now, dear." The woman murmured reassuringly and gently covered her mouth. "It might hurt a little... I am sorry."The Wolf sank her fangs deep into her neck and pushed inside, penetrating deeply, claiming what had never been touched before. She screamed at the top of her lungs.Pain, arousal, fear, pleasure—everything fused into a bright, captivating vortex. She moved her hips faster, surrendering to the ancient rhythm responding to every hidden desire...The sharp ringing of slaps filled the air. Every hit amplified the pleasure and burned her skin with desperate longing
Hide and Seek — A consensual power-play scene where fear melts into surrender.
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Disclaimer: This scene depicts a consensual,
negotiated power exchange with strong language.
A silhouette framed by the hall light blocked the doorway. Lyra's voice was breathless velvet.“You can't hide from me, my prey.”Alisa’s heart started to bump into her ribs, like a bird trying to savor her freedom for one last inhale. She shook her head. “… Please, leave me alone.”The woman crossed the room and firmly gripped Alisa's wrists, pinning them above her head. The petite female felt the familiar gentle pressure—her lover was checking her grip. Alisa squeezed back, her fingers caressing her partner’s palms. Their signal.“I'm going to claim every inch of you tonight.” Teeth grazed her earlobe. A quiet, involuntary moan escaped. “I feel needy for my desperate girl.” A purring filled the space between them.She turned her face away. “No… please, I’m tired.”Lyra’s hand slid under her dress, resting her against the warm, bare skin of Alisa's stomach. “Mine. Made to carry my sweet craving.”“Let go of me!”Something snapped inside, spilled over the color of her fantasy, erasing the room, the game… leaving only these familiar stormy eyes and the feral thrill boiling her blood. Her hand moved before her mind could catch up—A single slap echoed.The dark, honeyed wave of arousal fried Alisa’s nerve endings. ‘Oh Jesus, I did it. I really did it.’ Her consciousness raged like a storm, sinking any thought brave enough to raise her voice, leaving her canvases soaked in terrifying guilt. ‘I am so sorry, love.’A slight shock wave passed through Lyra’s face before she hid it. Her palm touched her stinging cheek. “Not until I’ve filled you.” She continued unperturbed. “Scream all you want. No one will save you.”Lips brushed her temple. A frantic pulse beat under Lyra’s fingertips. She leaned close. “You good?” muttered barely audibly.The brunette shook her head with wide pupils, voraciously tasting the thrill.Her beloved hesitated, then kissed Alisa's cheek lightly, tenderly holding her chin.“I love you."
Atmospheric & Intense
At the Altar of You — A lyrical, intense prose charged with spiritual taboo
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Her fingers pressed the smooth and cold rosary beads against his stomach. The woman's fingertips burned from the heat radiating from his body. This contrast sent a wave of ants marching towards her nerve endings, turning every inch into a balefire. Their world sank into a red ancient pulse. 'It is finished' formed the fog in her mind as her mouth parted and she let out a tender sigh. He tugged her bouncy hair that encircles her face like a halo, cupping it in his palms."The only church I worship," the velvet voice brushed her lips. "Stand in front of me."
Colors — A synesthetic moment, where love is a color and panic is sound.
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A thick mist of amaranth red, ethereally swirling around them. Gold nuances twinkled playfully. Infectious laughter. Nervously, she wrapped her long hair tightly around her fingers. Intense eye contact. A faint trace of a smile touched my lips."They need some space" I muttered softly, absorbing their love from a distance. Soon, I’d need that warmth to shield me from the darkness.I turned towards the obsidian smoke hectically cracking in the air – a teenager who was holding his little brother's hand, which was nervously clenching a sad-looking teddy bear. My golden gaze met his azure – the weight in his eyes left me breathless.I started painting with the brightest tuscany in my palette.I touched his mind, and the avalanche broke out."anxietY.Pan!C.iNSoMniA.NiGhtMARes.fEAR.FEAR.F!AR.RRR.AEF.#@&!FE&+@"Watercolor splashes in greens and yellows. He is so vivid, so hopeful beneath the panic.I want to capture his jade soul and remind him about his true colors.I need to show him how radiant he is.
Queer Contemporary & Humor
Sock Divination — A queer, comedic scene starring questionable psychic skills and charming antics
Artwork by Marina Dieul
Charlie’s gaze darted to a tall woman in a hat, short messy hair sticking out from under the brim. The rolled sleeves of her plaid shirt revealed arms covered in tattoos... except they weren't. From this distance, Charlie could easily read the words "pickles" and "cheese" scrawled on the woman's forearm. The masterpieces were created courtesy of a permanent marker and the memory of a goldfish.The brunette caught her look and winked.“Look who decided to grace us. To what do we owe this honor, Ms.…?”“I missed you too.” Charlie smiled.“Awww, cute… I almost fell for it. Flattery won’t earn you a free drink.”“It was worth a try.”A grin lit up her whole face. “Well, Charlie—maybe no free alcohol, but you’ve definitely earned a sock reading!”
Thirst — A visceral, short story with an unexpected ending
Artwork by Miranda Vincent & State of Denial
The thick ruby-red liquid stained her lips, its familiar warm sweetness sliding through her veins, dissolving every thought. She closed her eyes, savoring each second of the vital juice soaking her sides. With every swallow, her hunger and desire grew.Greedily, she sank her teeth deeper, sucking faster and faster until...THWACK!“Damn you, bitch, did I get you?” came an irritated voice.
Poetry
Where intimacy lives in metaphor, rhythm, and sensuality.
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Mi EstrellaThe brightest star in the cobalt sea
meets my nets, tangled and messy,
illuminating the shores of my soul
under the sky's gaze, dark and dim.She held out her hand, gallantly,
and touched these ivory walls, cold,
pouring warmth and a blessing
leaving me awake in a sweet unrest.Tinted silence, moonless midnight...
She kneels beside me, eye to eye,
to untie the knots sleeping inside,
without fear of plague in her pupils.My flesh shivering at the feeling,
and the pulse furiously rushes in me
the impulse to take her delicate hand...
...I stayed still, to hear her tender breath......Heartbeat and half later...
she reads my lips to whisper softly:
"Te amo mi estrella."
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Read the First Chapter of Tarot Journey
Lis meets a charming psychic with striking amber eyes who offers to predict her future. But there is something extraordinary in the air... and someone lurks in the shadows of the tent.Is there a lover waiting for her? Or maybe she will turn into prey? To find out why those amber eyes have haunted her dreams, Lis must be bold enough to take on a journey that will challenge her senses and reveal her deepest desires.
Artwork and visual aesthetic by Silkena
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“THE FOOL”
Lis's fingers found solace in her midnight curls, twisting them like electric wires. She had no idea what drew her to this tiny, dim tent. Perhaps the filigreed gold of the stained glass shards dangling from the eaves brought back memories of sultry summer nights on her tierra. Or the extravagant and charming inscription "Psychic Lena" written in an elegant baroque font, its opalescent sheen reflecting the light.Perhaps it was the rumor that those bewitching cards could reveal your deepest longings.
Or—
It was those amber eyes that haunted her dreams—
The mysterious enchantress—
The one her soul already sheltered.
And maybe that was why her gaze was absorbing every detail once she crossed the threshold.The tyrian canvas was stretched over polished cherry beams, lustrous under the saffron glow. A bamboo dragon wind chime stirred to the rhythm of the sea breeze. The creature looked so dainty that it sent a frantic prickle through Lis's fingers. She wanted to caress the wyrm’s gaping maw.After glancing over her shoulder, Lis tiptoed, reaching out to graze the serpent's wooden tongue. Holding a breath, she slid her fingers through the needle-thin teeth down to the polished throat. Lingering on the rough-hewn wood, her hand studied the imperfections left by the chisel. A zephyr sparked the wind chime's crystalline symphony, wrenching Lis from the trance. Her lungs drank the metallic tang of salt and spray. Intoxicated, she stuck out her tongue, tasting the air.A lone sunbeam ignited a cascade of glitter dust, splintering into rainbows. The girl’s irises bloomed like a flower, long lashes unfurling with excitement. Giggling in euphoria, Lis spun in a pirouette, creating a whirlwind of frills around herself—burning candles of every hue and shape cluttered the space; piles of books, constellation atlases, and whimsical crystals were held by an intricate purple octopus carved from a single burl. A sea of paper dotted with wispy doodles and crooked handwriting lay scattered on silk cushions.The tent swayed as she stopped spinning. Catching her breath in short bursts, Lis leaned against the base of a curated branch. Sweat droplets crept under her lush mane. With a crisp flick of the index finger, she nudged her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Focus drifted over the rusted copper feathers.It seems this person breathes mess, not oxygen, Lis mused to herself.A smile warmed her features as she contemplated a sculpture of a raven made of all sorts of wrought mechanisms, including a spoon and a wrench. Its orbs glittered devilishly from the shaded corner, those small bulbs blinking frantically, simmering the shine in her lens.That frequency.She hummed in rhythm, tapping with one foot.Was it fifty-five hertz?Out of habit, Lis traced the wiring, looking for the PCB, needing to see the schematic. As she reached out to stroke the verdigris-dusted feathers on its crown, a wobbly bristle scratched her fingertip."Poor little fella." A sigh passed Lis’s lips. She stared into the raven's glinting pupils. Her nose caught the fragrance of exotic incense mixed with the refreshing scent of orange. She could brush off the whispers—desires lulled so deep only awakened by the bronze-eyed clairvoyant—but the stories never warned her about magic that could cause her molecules to boil.Lis didn't notice a figure lurking in the murk of the tent. The psychic—Lena in flesh and blood—was amused by her reactions. After a moment of silent delight, Lena rose from her chair. The movement sent a cascade of faint clattering through the golden coins embellishing her headdress.Lis looked up.
A translucent lace robe, loose and embroidered with white flowers, draped over the figure. Her neck was adorned with iridescent opals; silver necklaces etched with runes and strange symbols. A shimmering, honey-colored veil covered the lower half of her face. Dark, smoky eye make-up. With every breath, there came a fretful rasp of scales. Rings glinted on every finger. Lis imagined the cool metal against her own skin.Jeez… ¿Why did no one tell me she was so young??
Don't stare. Don't stare.• • •OH. MY. GOODNESS. HER. BREASTS. ARE. HUGEEEE. SEND. HELPPPPLis’s eyes roamed the hourglass silhouette, ignoring the scarlet blush fogging her glasses. Lena's ivory skin shone in the candlelight. She was a squishy marshmallow, like a soft pillow. The psychic’s gaze, haunted by the ghost of a smirk, caught her own. Lis couldn't look away. Intense fluttering flooded her stomach."Hello, dear stranger." Her velvet voice honeyed Lis's ears. The woman curled the right hand in front of her heart in a gesture so graceful that it felt like it had been rehearsed countless times. The glitter almost blinded Lis. "Welcome to the humble domain of Psychic Lena." A glimpse of a smile touched her words. "It will be my great pleasure to serve you." She finished with a sumptuous bow.Ooof... This should be illegal. Lena, you are arrested. ¿Where is the electric chair?She led Lis to a battered mahogany table, its surface carved with griffins frozen in time, eternally stalking their prey... Lis wrenched her gaze from their features, hollowed by hunger.I didn't want to be eaten by them. I’d much rather be eaten by…Her thoughts trailed off, distracted by the chiming coins swaying with every shift of the psychic’s hips. She moved like a river, winding through the mess with unhurried graciousness, leaving Lis feeling clumsy. Lena sank into a red plush armchair, beckoning her to sit closer on a similar massive chair. The faint essence of orange from Lena's skin as she leaned in lingered upon Lis's tongue.‘Huh… I know this perfume.’ Her lids fluttered, letting the familiar aroma hold her. ‘...But… from where?’A tide drowned her senses.
The gentle dance of petals.
The taste of salt touching her lips.
The embrace of home, holding her steady.
It all stopped as it began—
Her pulse roared like a ship's siren when a silken sound silenced the noise."Ahh…" sighed Lena. "Someone is excited, are they not?” Her gaze traced Lis with a tenderness that made the girl’s knees weak—over the rapidly moving chest, the trembling of her mouth, and the desperate grip of her fingers on the skirt.“Can I?” Lena's eyes found Lis’s.She dipped her chin, letting the psychic take her hand."You are safe with me, dear.” Her voice was a hypnotic lullaby. "My cards are just a mirror for your desires.” Caressing Lis's palm with a thumb, Lena sent a tickling tide, taming her neurons. The psychic’s back arched as her shoulders relaxed. “And I…” A pause, light as a feather. “I am your humble servant.” Her grip softened.If the girl could, she would stretch this moment of bliss into eternity. Instead, her blood traitorously rose up, blooming across her cheeks. Flustered, she lowered her sight."Shall we see what the cards have prepared for us?"A captivating smile spread across Lena's face. Lis mirrored it as she nodded, feeling the emptiness left by delicate fingers no longer holding her.You just met her, Lis.She chased away the lingering longing for warmth and protection.You can’t melt for every pretty lady.The psychic deftly shuffled a luxurious-looking tarot deck. The constellation-strewn backs became a blurred sun in the woman's hands. She spread them like a fan on the table. Lis’s gaze trailed down onto Lena’s slim fingers.Onto her short, indigo-lacquered nails.A very pretty lady.The girl shook her head as if she were shooing away an annoying fly.Even if she is your type."Well, what will it be? Let your intuition guide you. Do not overthink." Lena tilted her chin with anticipation towards the arcana. Lis inhaled and ran her fingers over the cards before choosing three. The psychic turned them over. One by one.The colors buried her like an avalanche.Upright. Witch, book.s,run es, mag.icwand, flowe.rs,abu.ndance… Reversed. Lovers, apple.tree, snow,red.clo ak,angel, choice,fin.gers almost.touch ing,long.ing... Revers.ed. Maiden, helpless.ness,g.o.i.n.g.w.i.t.h.t.h.e.f.l.o.w.trustimmobilityropes… tentacle... ¿¿tentacle??A drop of icy sweat dripped from her curls. That purple coil shouldn't have been there. A sensation as soft as the fall of a velour curtain brushed Lis’s skin. Electrical waves drowned her body.I'm starting to hallucinate... I need holy water."Hmmmm... interesting..." Lena muttered to herself. Her eyes darted up at Lis. "Which one do you want to hear about first?"Lis frowned, studying the images as she pushed her frames back.The engraved runes bathed the votives’ shine. Renaissance brushstrokes sketched the delightful expression of a witch dreaming in the verdant depth of a lake. The painted petals covering the surface were glowing with serenity."Do you like them, Miss?" Lena interrupted Lis's contemplation.Lis stared, letting the words sink into her dazed consciousness.Noticing the confusion, Lena added, "I painted my cards." A hint of pride tinted the last syllables.
“They’re gorgeous.” The girl's forefinger followed the curves of the gold leaf framing the witch’s face.
“Thank you.” Lena’s eyelids fluttered in a smiling blink.
"What about the dragon?"
“Oh, my dear Faust?” A small chuckle slipped through her lips. “I sculpted all creatures living under this eave.”
“That’s so impressive!"
“You are flattering me.” Lena leaned back, her movement rustling a light chiming of coins. “I just woke them up from their slumber."
“And the raven too?” Lis pointed at the peculiar bird.
“Yes.” With a slow nod, she tilted her head to the side. “Medea is the best listener.”
“She’s lovely.” Lis's eyes lingered on the verdigris-sprinkled crown.
“I am sure she appreciated your kindness.” Smoothing the folds of her veil, Lena let out a breathy whisper.
“How so?” The girl’s eyebrows vanished beneath her curls.
“I saw you stroke her feathers.” Her graceful fingers caressed the empty air.
“Oh…” Lis’s skin flushed. “Sorry. I should’ve asked for permission.”
“It is okay.” A disarming grin spilled across the psychic's face. “She loves to be patted. Seems like she is very fond of you.”
“I am glad.” The tension left Lis’s features.
“Also—”
“Hm?” Lis searched for Lena's gaze.
"I adore the tint of your cheeks when you are embarrassed. Such a gorgeous Venetian red.”
“I—”A bright laugh sparked a fresh heatwave beneath Lis’s flesh.“Sorry, sorry. It is so tempting to tease you. I forgot my manners.”
“No worries.”
"I feel like you wanted to ask me something. Am I right?”
“Well…” Lis's pupils darted away.
“Yes?”
“…”
“I do not bite… very badly.” Her voice melted the space between them like taffy. “Do not be shy. Please, ask.”
“Can I… see the schematic for Medea?”
“The schematic? I am afraid I do not have one. My sincere apologies.”
“Oh.”
“I followed a YouTube tutorial a friend recommended to me. I think I still have it in my history. If you want, I—"Lena buried her hands into her robe’s skirts, busily rustling through its folds.“No, it's fine.” Lis made a curt gesture. “I don't want to waste your time.”
"On the contrary, Miss. The time spent with you is bliss itself.”
“You are too kind."
"I am just telling the truth. Perhaps I should be the one paying you.”Silence, broken only by the crackling of tapers, fell between them.“Oh.” Lis's mouth rounded into a small 'O'. “You don't have to pay me. I didn’t do anything.”The stained-glass hearts fractured the light into a kaleidoscope of violet and yellow writhing all over the floor. Lena didn't break the silence, nor did she cut it with a polished gesture. She sat there, letting a faint smile paint her face. By habit, Lis's fingers twirled through her curls, filling the void.“Perhaps choosing one will soothe your nerves, Miss?” With a smooth movement, Lena offered the deck. “The cards are enthusiastic about meeting you.” The psychic’s teeth glinted with expectation behind the veil.After a moment of hesitation, a sudden magnetic pull made Lis choose…
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