Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Confessions | An Exotic Dancer’s Dairy

In Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Confessions, Vicky reveals her most candid secrets of her life before the events of Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures. A lap dance encounter in America. A sexual run-in with an exotic double-agent in Paris. And the wrong end of a witch-hunt in Japan. Each diary entry relates her erotic encounters at home and abroad in all their scandalous detail.

Gambling debts, blackmail, some microfilm, a bottle of rye. Tongue on the roof of her mouth, hard-boiled exotic dancer Vicky Valentine loves solving a mystery. A scream. A dead stiff. A nymph giggling. Black and white chiaroscuro shadows represent Vicky’s world. She’s a globetrotting babe who screws with abandon and rocks out, while still finding time to paint her nails.

I’m an exotic dancer and these are my erotic confessions.

Customers call me Victoria. Friends call me Vicky. And if you’re reading this, you must be a friend.

Victoria isn’t my legal name. I lost that long ago in another country, in another life. In my line of work, mystery keeps them coming back, and it’s the key. Show little and tell less. Plus, you have to keep ten feet between your heart and their pricks. Safer that way.

I’m not a call girl. Been there. Done that. Long story. Perhaps I’ll tell you someday.

Do you want to hear about that time with the King of Thailand?

I raise a perfectly arched eyebrow, a knowing smile plays at the corners of my crimson-painted lips. I lean back in my chair, one hand idly twirling a lock of raven hair around my finger. “Ah, the night of the crimson moon. I had been invited to perform for the royal court during their annual celebration. The stage was grand, the air thick with opulence and the scent of jasmine. Dressed in a gossamer gown that shimmered like the starlit sky, I began my dance, my body moving with the fluid grace of the shadows themselves. The Thai King watched, his gaze as intense as the sun, his eyes never leaving me.

I danced for him, each movement a silent promise, each twirl a whispered secret. As the music grew more passionate, so too did my performance. I shed my gown like a snake its skin, revealing the tapestry of tattoos that beautify my body. The room fell silent, all eyes on me as I spun around the gleaming steel pole, my body a slinky blur of ink and light. And when the final note resonated through the grand hall, I stood before him, clad only in a scrap of fabric and the confidence of a thousand smiles. I could see the desire in his eyes, the way his chest rose and fell with anticipation. But it was not for him that I danced, but for the art, for the power, for the freedom it brought me.” With my trademark seductive smirk, I take a sip of my whiskey, leaving a glossy trail of red sex on the glass… Do you want to hear more? Maybe I’ll tell you sometime.

Erotic Confessions Episode List

Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Confessions 1 | Mystery Man

Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Confessions 2 | Compliments to Snowblood

Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Confessions 3 | Midnight Ballet to Black Rook

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Read Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Confessions absolutely FREE for the most absurd, whacky, pulp erotica with an occult twist or check out Vicky Valentine’s Erotic Adventures for her main storyline. Vicky also has a few longer prequel adventures Dalisay’s Wish and 12 Days of Christmas.