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The Other Woman

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by ‘Duchess,’ starring Kari A and Rosaline Rose

Kari tossed a rose onto her husband's coffin. Memories streamed through her mind. Everyone said he was a good man, a great husband, and a model citizen. Kari knew better. The crowd of friends and family departed, but she lingered by the graveside. The rain was beginning to fall as she saw an unmarked car pull up at the cemetery. It was Rosaline, her husband's lover.

Kari had finally got to grips with the knowledge that she had been sharing her husband’s affections. Rosaline even had a share in his will, which is how the two women had become acquainted. Kari was still facing the burial plot when Rosaline came up behind her.

“Looks like I missed the party,” Rosaline said.

“Yes. It was quite a party indeed,” Kari replied tonelessly.

“Are you ready to go?” Rosaline asked. Kari nodded. She took one last look, and then moved away, following her rival. They rode together to the new house her husband had purchased just before he passed. It was supposed to be a discreet get-away location where he could meet Rosaline. Kari only found out about it at the will reading. She and Rosaline had the ‘woman to woman’ talk shortly after, Rosaline suggesting the property should belong to them equally. Kari slowly gained respect for her and promised to look into it after the funeral. So here they were...

They went inside and spoke briefly about their strange arrangement. Kari didn't want to talk any more. She looked around the property and saw promise in each room. She went upstairs to the master bedroom and opened the balcony door to get some fresh air. Rosaline followed and sat down on the chaise longue.

“Are you all right?” Rosaline asked.

“Yes,” Kari replied. “I have no choice but to be all right. What's done is done.”

"Indeed,” Rosaline sighed. “I just wanted to share this place with you. You were his wife, after all. I was just the...”

"You were the love of his life!” Kari interrupted. “And now I know why. I mean, look at you!”

“Me?” Rosaline scoffed. “I never knew what he saw in me. You, on the other hand, are one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.” The tension between them grew with each passing moment – but its cause was no longer anger. There was no turning back from it. Kari’s husband was gone, his mischief along with him. She wanted to hate Rosaline, but she couldn't. She was hurt just the same. But she could never have expected that she would fall for his mistress too.

“Come sit beside me,” Rosaline requested. Kari sat down and looked searchingly at Rosaline’s face. Such calmness in the unusual situation impressed her. The more she looked at Rosaline, the less she could blame her husband for being in love with this woman.

Rosaline could tell Kari was still emotional. Her beautiful reserve was still in place, but she was like a ticking time bomb. Rosaline just went with her feelings. She wanted to comfort Kari somehow. She took a deep breath and reached over to caress Kari's face. Kari shut her eyes to take in the sensation. Her freshly broken heart began to calm.

Kari leaned in slowly as Rosaline did likewise. Their lips met in the middle as their hands started to wander. Their tongues entwined; they were lost in the moment, suffused with love, hate, madness and serenity. Their eyes opened at the same time as their lips collided once more. Their uncertainty was still present, but neither made a move to stop as their passion grew.

Kari knelt up, running her hands softly over Rosaline's neck, then down further to palm her breasts, and finally stroking between her thighs. Rosaline lifted her dress up, inviting Kari's hands to aim more precisely. Kari kissed Rosaline’s face gently as she stroked up and down her pussy over her panties, the wetness seeping through them. She leaned more insistently, guiding Rosaline to lie on her back. She pulled Rosaline’s panties to the side to reveal her shiny pink folds. Rosaline's heart raced at each motion of Kari's fingers.

Kari grew impatient with the clothing covering their skin and pulled Rosaline’s panties down her long legs, tossing them to the floor as she undressed herself rapidly. She moved hurriedly between Rosaline's legs, letting her hands smooth up her thighs. She couldn't wait to give her pussy a taste. Her tongue lapped up and down Rosaline's clit, then kissed it softly. She encircled her lips tightly around it and let her tongue whirl. The net on her tiny, frivolous hat brushed lightly over Rosaline's thighs. Rosaline spread her legs wider. Kari hoisted Rosaline’s legs over her shoulders as she tasted her deeper. Rosaline's heels dug into Kari's back.

Kari looked up at Rosaline, biting her lip in confusion and lust. She smoothed her fingers between Rosaline’s slippery folds and inserted them in her pussy. Rosaline was so wet, Kari's fingers slid in without hindrance. She held her hand still, making Rosaline thrust her hips up and down, wanting to feel her fingers deeper. Kari swirled her tongue faster as Rosaline's walls tightened around her fingers. Rosaline grabbed Kari's wrist to push her fingers deeper inside her pussy. She moved Kari's fingers in and out as Kari circled her clit more vigorously with her tongue. When Rosaline was almost at the point of climax, Kari surprised her by suddenly flicking her fingers up and down as hard as she could. Kari curved her fingers inward, hammering at her G-spot. Rosaline moaned with each exquisite movement until she came all over Kari's mouth.

Kari tasted the juices coating her fingers. Rosaline sat up to lick Kari's fingers with her, their tongues touching playfully. Rosaline pulled Kari's face closer and kissed her hungrily. Kari scissored her legs between Rosaline’s and inched her hands beneath Rosaline's ass, so their wet pussies were grinding together. She rocked her hips as she clung to Kari's waist, holding her close. Kari sucked a bruise onto Rosaline's neck and pressed her face through her long black hair, her moans stifled by the strands. She dug her hips deeper, making Rosaline's succulent breasts squash against hers. Kari's clit rubbed exquisitely against Rosaline’s pelvis, edging her closer to culmination.

Rosaline tightened her grip, feeling every slide of Kari's body. The muscles of her ass strained with clenching. Rosaline's hips were almost at the point of spasm. The pent-up tension was unbearable, but she didn't want to move. Kari fucked her harder and harder until her pussy came in full force over Rosaline's pelvis. Her body trembled at every last thrust. Rosaline held her close and kissed her passionately.

Kari lay on Rosaline's chest and caught her breath. Then, something stirred in her; it seemed all of her emotions blew up at once. Bitter tears rolled down her face as she held Rosaline tight. She had been holding in all her feelings for so long, there was no more room to hide them. Rosaline didn't say a word, just caressed her gently as her tears flowed. This was a strange ending and a strange new beginning for both of them. Rosaline was at a loss for words, but at that moment, words were not necessary.

 

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Right At Home

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by Lena Love and Talia Mint

It had been a long day. Talia was stressed out after so many meetings and deadlines. After working late, she was relieved to finally get home. Little did she know her gorgeous girlfriend had also been hard at work. Lena greeted Talia at the door with a welcoming embrace and kissed her warmly.

"Hi baby!" she smiled, "How was your day?"

"Absolutely grueling," Talia frowned. "How about you? What have you been up to?" Lena just smiled and led Talia to the dinner table. A delectable aroma hit Talia's senses, and she saw all her favorite dishes, and a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket.

"Thank you darling! What's the occasion?" she asked.

"I just wanted to cook for you," Lena replied, kissing her neck. "No occasion. Because it's Thursday?" Talia's heart fluttered. Lena sat her down and they enjoyed each other’s company over dinner. Talia unloaded all her stress and felt much better. Lena always had a way of calming her down and making her feel appreciated and desired.

"All right. Enough talk about work," Lena smiled. "Why don't you go freshen up while I clean up in here? Then meet me in the bedroom. I have another surprise for you.” She leaned across the table and kissed Talia sweetly. Talia didn't want to leave her, but Lena insisted. “Go!” Lena giggled, giving her girlfriend a firm slap on the bottom. Talia’s thoughts about her tough day melted away, and now the only thing on her mind was trying to figure out what the surprise was. After a quick shower, she went into the bedroom and found it completely transformed.

Lena had placed a massage table at the end of their bed. There were scented oils neatly arranged on the nightstand, rose petals scattered over the sheets, scented candles, strawberries, whipped cream, and more sweet wine over ice. Lena put on some soft music, and wrapped her arms around Talia’s waist. She kissed her neck gently and unraveled her towel.

Talia lay face down on the massage table and Lena poured warm oil over her back, stroking all the way down to her feet. Talia felt so relaxed as Lena's hands kneaded every bit of tension from her body. Meanwhile Lena was getting turned on just seeing Talia's flawless skin glisten in the candlelight. She couldn't help but let her hands wander between Talia's thighs. She pressed firmly over her ass and teasingly spread her out. Talia shifted in excitement every time Lena's hands touched her there.

"Turn over for me, beautiful," Lena said. Talia moved onto her back as Lena grabbed the fruit tray. She placed strawberry slices up and down Talia's thighs and squirted whipped cream generously over them. She squirted a little bit on her fingers as well and let Talia have a taste.

Lena went to the foot end of the massage table and pulled a small lever. It wasn't just a table after all. The table split perfectly between Talia's legs. She was startled when she felt the table move, but got excited as her legs were spread.

Lena moved between them and ate the trail of strawberries up Talia's thighs. She picked one slice up with her teeth and placed it over Talia's pussy. She stroked it up and down, looking up at her girlfriend's face. Her expressions were perfect; lips red from biting them, eyes closed, shaking. Lena surrounded the strawberry with her lips and sucked lightly through it until it disintegrated.

Lena licked and sucked all around Talia's moistening pussy and nibbled on her hip bones, making her shiver with excitement. She sucked Talia's clit with increasing pressure, and ran her hands over her inner thighs. Talia gripped the sides of the table as her body tensed. Lena sucked harder and stuck her tongue inside Talia's streaming pussy. Talia moaned helplessly, her body craving more. Her hips rocked. Her lips parted. Her pussy clenched. Her toes curled.

Lena covered Talia’s entire pussy mound with her mouth and massaged her clit with the back of her tongue. Talia could barely stand it. Each flick and whirl made her body shiver. Her awaiting orgasm was like a cocked pistol ready to fire. Her eyelids fluttered as she came all over Lena's succulent mouth. Lena rested her tongue on Talia's clit as the pulses ebbed away.

Talia pulled Lena up for a kiss. She wrapped her legs around Lena’s waist and slipped a hand inside her panties. Lena’s pussy was dripping wet, and Talia slid her fingers inside, hooking them to catch her sweet spot. Each time she rubbed it, Lena spread her legs wider and thrust against Talia’s palm. Talia kept the pressure up until Lena’s tight slit creamed all over her hand.

When Lena had caught her breath, she led Talia over to the bed and made her lie down, reaching into the nightstand for the next surprise. She held her hands behind her back for a teasing moment, before revealing a pair of handcuffs and fixing them around Talia’s wrists. She wound a silk rope between them and tied it around the bedposts, holding Talia’s arms above her head, then wrapped a white silk scarf over her eyes, leaving her only a cloudy view.

“Oh come on,” Talia whined. “This isn't fair. I can't touch you or see you?”

“No,” Lena purred. “Just lie there and take what's coming to you.”

She straddled Talia and sucked her nipples until they were throbbing, then breathed hot air over them. She licked Talia’s lips, but pulled away teasingly when Talia tried to kiss her. She stroked some of the scattered rose petals over Talia’s face, letting her breathe in the fragrance. Lena ran more soft petals over Talia’s stomach, and gently kissed her skin on the way down. Talia moaned with each new sensation, her senses scrambled as she lay there, powerless.

Lena reached under the pillow and grabbed her final surprise. Talia’s mind raced as she heard a low buzzing sound. She jumped when Lena stroked the vibrating bullet over her pussy mound, letting her adapt to the feeling before holding it to her clit. Talia shuddered with pleasure, her senses heightened by not being able to anticipate Lena’s next move.

Lena pressed the toy more firmly against Talia’s pink folds. It was thrilling to see juice dripping out between the creases. She let the toy hum against Talia’s clit until she was squirming, then slid it inside her pussy. Talia pulled against her restraints as her body convulsed. She could barely catch her breath as Lena slid her fingers in and out slowly, pressing the toy against her G-spot.

When Lena started licking Talia’s clit as she worked the toy inside her, Talia thrust her hips up and came, long and hard. Lena licked up every drop of her juice, gradually softening the strokes to let her come down from her orgasmic high. She removed her lover’s blindfold and restraints, kissing and hugging her until she was blissfully relaxed as well as utterly satiated. It was the perfect antidote to Talia’s grueling day.

Many thanks to our member, Kat, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

 

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The Doctor’s Fantasy

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by Rebecca More and Lexi Lowe

Rebecca had been a practicing gynaecologist for several years. She was a well-respected member of numerous medical boards and a trusted physician in her city. While it wasn’t unheard of for her to feel attracted to one of her patients, she would certainly never dream of acting upon it.

Her professional resolve was sorely tested when she met Lexi, though. As Rebecca sat behind her desk taking down some details from her new patient, she felt a flutter of excitement. Lexi was absolutely gorgeous; and worse than that, she was a flirt! Before long she found an excuse to lean over the desk towards Rebecca, giving her a glimpse down Lexi’s top at her impressive cleavage. Rebecca imagined pulling Lexi’s shirt open, button by button, to admire her beautiful body…

Lexi was there for a routine pap smear, and Rebecca showed her to the exam room, gave her a few minutes to disrobe, and then knocked softly on the door.

“Hello in there?” Rebecca called. “Are you decent?” But when Lexi invited her to come in, she found her patient was not yet in her medical gown.

“Hi! I’m sorry!” Lexi laughed. “I can’t seem to figure out where my arms go in this thing.”

“It's quite alright,” Rebecca smiled. “Let me help you.” She stepped behind Lexi, and couldn’t help but admire her form. She definitely took good care of herself, and her body was firm and athletic, despite her voluptuous curves. The sweet scent of jasmine was radiating from her long wavy hair.

Rebecca tried to be professional and looked away as she tied the bow at the back of the gown. Lexi felt the chill of Rebecca’s stethoscope and jumped slightly. Rebecca could feel herself getting strangely aroused by the sight… but then everything about Lexi seemed to be turning her on. She cleared her throat and stepped away, struggling to maintain her composure.

Lexi lay on the couch, ready to begin the exam. Rebecca met her eyes, and felt herself blush as she looked away. Lexi’s admiration was more blatant. Her eyes lingered on Rebecca’s full lips, almost as if she wanted to taste them…

Rebecca moved to the end of the exam table and sat down on the stool. “I need you to scoot down, please,” she said. “And place your feet in the stirrups.” Lexi did as she was told, wriggling down and spreading her legs.

“Thank you, Lexi. Can you spread out a little wider, please?” Rebecca asked softly. “And just relax.”

She reached over to pull out a pair of latex gloves from the drawer, and squeezed a generous amount of lubrication onto them. When she lifted Lexi’s gown, she marvelled at the sight. Lexi’s pussy was perfect; textbook perfect. She was clean-shaven, with just a narrow strip of hair right over her clit. As Rebecca looked closer, she noticed that Lexi was secreting fluids. A few drops of juice leaked out of the crevice of her neat pudenda. Seeing this drove Rebecca wild. She could hardly maintain her professional demeanour as she inserted her fingers inside.

Lexi gasped as she felt Rebecca’s fingers enter her. Rebecca felt Lexi’s taut muscles tense from her touch, and hesitated to push inward.

“I’m sorry, am I hurting you?” she asked.

“No ma’am,” Lexi replied breathlessly.

“Do you want me to stop?” Rebecca asked as she slid her fingers out a little way.

“No,” Lexi replied forcefully. “I don’t want you to stop.”

Lexi suddenly sat up and grabbed Rebecca’s wrist, guiding her fingers deeper inside her. She tugged on both sides of Rebecca’s stethoscope, pulling her closer. She kissed Rebecca’s lush wet lips.

Rebecca began to move her fingers back and forth, massaging Lexi’s G-spot. Then she placed her thumb over Lexi’s clit and smoothed over it in a circular motion. Lexi let out moans of pleasure. In fear of being caught, Rebecca placed her other hand over Lexi’s mouth to muffle the noise. Lexi clenched her eyes tight as Rebecca’s fingers moved more frenetically. Not being able to make a sound was almost unbearable. Her thighs were shaking as she drew closer to her climax.

Rebecca slid a third finger inside Lexi and fucked her harder. Lexi gripped tightly onto the sides of the exam table and arched her back. She took Rebecca’s fingers in her mouth and bit down on them to keep from screaming. Her stomach tensed with each thrust. Her pussy was wrapped tight around Rebecca’s fingers, almost straining her wrist with each movement. Rebecca thrust deeper, making Lexi release a powerful orgasm. Her entire body shuddered with each pulse. Rebecca felt every quake around her hand. They met lips again, making it difficult to calm down. They teetered over the exam table, engaged in breathless kisses.

Rebecca shook her head briskly, dragging herself out of her fantasy and back to reality. She would never risk her career by acting so unprofessionally with a patient. But the thought of it excited her so much that when she got home after work that night she masturbated long and hard, imagining how it would feel…

Many thanks to our member, Kat, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

 

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In Praise of Facesitting

I’m not exactly an innocent when it comes to facesitting… as a bisexual girl, I’m very familiar with being both the sitter, and the sat-upon. But I learned two new things today: firstly, did you know it’s called ‘queening’ or ‘kinging’ depending upon the sex of the sitter? I didn’t. I’m going to have to work the phrase “Queening it over somebody” into my vocabulary now. And secondly, I had no idea there was a special piece of furniture called a ‘queening stool’ designed to make it more comfortable and eliminate the potential risk of smothering your partner (although some people are into that too). I never knew I needed one of those, but now I really want one.

Facesitting is one of the most fun positions in which to get oral, because you can face in either direction, and it feels different – but really good – in each. It has the added bonus of leaving the hands free to play with your nipples, and it can be as relaxing or energetic as you like, depending on whether you kneel or squat.

It also looks gorgeous on film; check out yesterday’s movie, episode four of ‘Take Me Away to That Special Place,’ to see exactly why I find myself doing an awful lot of rewinding and replaying when it features in a scene. You can see Henessy’s tongue pressing into the groove of Julia Roca’s pussy so clearly, Julia holding herself open and rocking her hips frantically to control the pace. Julia’s husky moans leave no doubt how good it feels, and when she tips forward and thrusts urgently against Henessy’s mouth I defy you not to feel stirred!

A couple of our Viv Thomas members, C.C. and Dee, left this comment on episode four of ‘Celebration Oral Sex’ – which certainly lives up to its title – and it sums up what’s so special about filmic facesitting beautifully:

“Romantic, slow at first, very sensual, and highly erotic – we wish more directors and filmmakers would have two women engage in facesitting the way Cayla lovingly has Tracy straddle and ride her mouth to orgasm.

“Facesitting (when done right, as we see here) is one of the most intimate acts that two women in love can enjoy. For the woman on the bottom, it is a way of expressing that she wants to truly feel, soak in, breathe, and be absorbed by her lover’s most sacred body part; for the woman on top, it is a way of showing how much love she wants to ‘give’ – by pressing, rubbing, massaging, and deeply ‘kissing’ her lover with her vagina.

“Facesitting is, in fact, a most intimate ‘kiss’ between two women – and it should be performed like deep ‘French kissing’ – slow at first, deep tonguing, very passionate, lips locked together, in short, ‘necking’ with one pair of lips being vaginal. Too many scenes of facesitting show the woman on top starting off by rubbing really fast, but that is NOT how lovers start when they kiss and neck. Facesitting is to be performed like beautiful French kissing, and that is what this video captures.”

It certainly feels like one of the most intimate sexual acts, although it’s not always as tender and loving as the above suggests; it can play an important role in BDSM games too, as it’s easy to pin down your partner with just your bodyweight. I’ve played on both sides of this power equation with girls, but I’ve never dominated a guy this way; I know some of you have though, so make sure you share the details with me! However you choose to do it, it’s a wonderful and highly pleasurable part of any girl (and many guys’) sexual repertoire.

Randomly enough, UK producers are not allowed to film facesitting; an amendment to the 2003 Communications Act that was passed in 2014 banned depictions of several acts, including facesitting, spanking, restraint and squirting, regardless of whether they are consensual. Protesters against these apparently arbitrary rules argued that they seemed to be particularly sexist, targeting acts that involved women’s pleasure. Thank goodness the internet knows no boundaries – I hope my fellow Brits will continue to enjoy all the facesitting they can get!

 

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A Proper Goodbye

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by Silvie Luca and Cayla Lyons

Silvie and Cayla had been dating for a while, and their relationship was not as loving as before. Cayla's anger got out of hand more frequently, and Silvie had cheated numerous times. After many trials and tribulations, they came to the conclusion that it would be best to part ways.

Silvie watched Cayla pack her clothes in her suitcase angrily. They had just had another explosive argument and couldn't stand the sight of each other at this point.

“So just like that, you're leaving?” Silvie huffed.

“Yes!” Cayla yelled. “I’m not going to stay anywhere I’m not appreciated!”

“What are you talking about?” Silvie retorted. “I appreciate you!”

“Oh, bullshit!” Cayla shouted. “And I'm sure your other girlfriends agree. You're a lying, cheating bitch!”

Silvie was furious. She hated it when Cayla brought up her past mistakes. “See! I knew you didn't mean that stupid forgive and forget speech!”

“Well, you know what?” Cayla asked rhetorically. “You don't have to worry about it anymore. I'm done!”

Although Silvie was angry, she started tearing up. She felt bad about her indiscretions, but her pride wouldn't let her apologize. She noticed tears drop from Cayla's eyes as well. They were splashing on her hand as she knelt down to zip her suitcase. Silvie glanced at their framed photograph on the night stand. Her anger subsided completely into remorse, as she recollected all the wonderful memories of that day. Cayla stood up, about to walk out the door.

“Wait,” Silvie said softly, as she took her hand. “Come here. Don't go! Not yet...”

“No!” Cayla replied, grasping the doorknob firmly.

“Please? Just for a moment,” Silvie asked, as she wrapped her arms around her.

“Get off!” Cayla yelled. “Let me go! You always do this!” Silvie grabbed the suitcase from Cayla’s hand and softly wiped away her tears. She leaned in to kiss her softly as more tears streamed down her face. Cayla still refused to kiss her.

“I'm sorry.” Silvie said softly. “I know I'm not perfect... and neither are you! I just don't want you to go. I don't think you want to go either.” She ran her hands gently down Cayla’s arms, and circled her waist as she held her face close. Despite her simmering rage, Cayla surrendered to Silvie's touch and finally kissed her back.

“I just don't want to hurt anymore,” Cayla cried. “Do you understand? Do you even know how much you've hurt me?”

“Let me make you feel better... even if it's just one last time,” Silvie whispered. “I promise I won't hurt you.”

Cayla tried to let go but Silvie refused. She sat Cayla down on the bed and kissed her softly. The streams of memories flowed through her mind, from their first kiss to the first time they made love. Cayla began to calm down as Silvie kissed her neck. She knew every spot to touch and exactly what Cayla liked. After all, they had spent so much time studying each other’s body and even more time playing with each other’s mind. Her heart was now pounding with arousal instead of anger. Silvie nibbled lightly at the nape of her neck until Cayla clenched her fist. That's when Silvie knew she was doing something right.

“Fuck...” Cayla moaned, now unsure of her own emotions. “Fuck you!”

Silvie smiled to herself as she continued to nibble Cayla’s neck. “Fuck you?” she whispered in her ear as she kissed her earlobe softly. “Is that what you want me to do?” Suddenly, she reached behind Cayla's head and grabbed a large handful of her hair. She pulled it back forcefully as she kissed her passionately. It drove Cayla crazy. Silvie knew she loved getting her hair pulled at that very spot.

Silvie stuck her tongue in Cayla's mouth, and Cayla sucked it as the last stream of bitter tears ran down her cheek. She knew she couldn't get away. Silvie placed her hands around Cayla's neck to push her down on the bed. She pulled Cayla’s blouse open, revealing her bare breasts. She grabbed them and sucked softly. Cayla felt the sensation swimming all over her body as Silvie ran her teeth around her nipples. Then, she kissed down her stomach and bit around the edges of her tight jean shorts. She slowly unbuttoned them, kissing Cayla's thighs.

Silvie lifted Cayla’s legs close to her face and sucked hard on her inner thighs, leaving unsightly red marks all over her skin. She reached beneath Cayla to pull her shorts off and threw them on the floor behind her. Then she lay down on her stomach and wrapped her arms around Cayla's thighs from underneath. This would keep her from moving.

Silvie kissed lightly over Cayla's clit. She kissed it like she would kiss the lips on her face. This turned Cayla on like nothing else. Silvie's lips felt amazing! It drew Cayla's memory back to the very first time they made love. Back then, she had told Silvie what to do. She learned fast. At this point, Silvie knew every inch of Cayla's body.

Silvie tasted her deeper and looked up to see the expressions on her face. Cayla was so beautiful when she was angry. Silvie also loved how she looked when she was aroused; how her gorgeous mouth could barely stay closed at each sensation. Silvie spread out the light creases of Cayla’s mound, revealing her tight wet cunt. She ran the back of her tongue around the opening and sucked gently on Cayla's clit. Silvie knew exactly how to round her tongue over it until Cayla came. She loved the way she tasted. She had often eaten her for hours at a time without letting her up. She loved to watch Cayla's stomach muscles, appreciating how they would pulsate in and out as she drew closer to climax. She sucked her hard then licked her softly, just the way she liked it. Silvie knew this would be the last time this delectable pussy would be in her mouth, so she made every moment count. She didn't let go until Cayla had come four times: one for every year they were together.

Finally, Silvie turned Cayla over onto her hands and knees. She sucked and kissed each cheek as she dug her nails down her back. The red trails almost drew blood from her flawless skin. Cayla screamed in pain and ecstasy. Silvie played around the rim of Cayla's ass and lightly flicked her tongue on it. She let her saliva drip slowly over Cayla’s ass. Each drop was targeted accurately over the opening. She stuck her tongue inside and darted it in... and out. In... and out. She felt the tight hole flinch around the tip of her tongue as she played with Cayla’s pussy from underneath.

Silvie stuck her thumb deep down inside Cayla's pussy, wriggling it wildly inside her while licking her asshole. Silvie could feel the drastic build of one final explosion grow within. Cayla shook helplessly; her moans bellowing louder. Then Silvie felt the relentless release from her hand and her mouth radiating through Cayla's flesh. Cayla collapsed onto the bed, grabbing a fistful of the sheets; she bit down on the throw pillow by her face and screamed into it, her face pressed against the quilted patterns. Silvie let her draw out every breath and every pulse. She felt satisfied with her physical apology when she finally let Cayla up.

Cayla was drenched with sweat from all the tight clenching of her muscles, after over an hour of being fucked. She was overwhelmed with emotion on both sides of the spectrum. She was so angry that she had let Silvie get her way, but also strangely grateful that she had made her stay. It was going to make it harder for her to walk out the door. That's exactly what Silvie wanted. She had pulled this stunt a few times before. But this time was different. There was only so much a person could take. She had passed her breaking point.

Cayla regained her senses and took one last look around the room. She stared blankly at the treacherous beauty before her and leaned in for one final kiss; the only thing that she had the strength left to do. Then she picked her suitcase back up and walked out the door.

 

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Distractions of Attraction

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by Brandy Smile and Kiara Lord

Rayne had never been to a strip club before. But she was finally free of her Navy uniform and at liberty in a new city, and it was time to have some fun. As she rolled past to park, a stream of eyes fixed to her physique. Men have a strange fetish for hot women on motorcycles. She was bound to catch attention at every turn.

When she entered the club, she heard the loud roars from hollering men throwing money at the beauty on the stage. She looked like a gymnast, maybe because she was doing a handstand.

“Wow!” Rayne exclaimed to the barman, gazing at the stage. She loved places that fed her curiosity. “Is that even physically possible?”

“Oh yeah!” the bartender smiled, “you’ll get a lot of that in here! Enjoy it, sweetheart.”

Rayne watched another dancer on the stage. Her moves were impressive. This woman whirled around and climbed up and down effortlessly.

“Go up there! Show her some love!” The bartender egged her on.

“No, I can’t!” Rayne said, blushing a little.

“Oh, of course you can. You came here for a reason right?” He smiled slyly. “Don’t be shy!”

“I don’t know…” Rayne said hesitantly. “Let me just get another shot, and we’ll see what happens.”

The bartender handed her another drink, and grinned. “This one’s on the house if you tip her!”

“Oh, all right!” she surrendered as she gulped down her shot. “Here goes nothing!”

A feeling of boldness suddenly came over Rayne. She was dazzled by the dancer as she walked up to the front of the stage confidently and placed a hundred dollar bill between her lips. The surrounding men cheered her on as the dancer took Rayne’s hand and pulled her closer. She danced for her slowly and dropped to a split, while making her body bounce to the base line. Rayne’s heart jumped in excitement as the dancer crawled to her, grabbing the back of her neck and tugging her long black hair. Then, she licked the hundred-dollar bill off Rayne’s lips.

“You’re bad as hell!” Rayne purred. The dancer giggled mischievously as she leaned back and let the money drop onto her body, while watching Rayne’s expression. Rayne was mesmerised, watching the bill float down the dancer’s stomach. The lights made her skin glisten, highlighting the definition on the side of her abs, like an arrow pointing the way. She split her legs, facing away, almost imitating a riding position on top of a man, and leaned back to blow hot air on Rayne’s stomach, just above the waistband of her jeans. Rayne’s eyes widened as she felt the sensation jolt up her spine.

As the song ended, the dancer left the stage, looking back at Rayne with a playful grin. Her mind in turmoil, Rayne made her way back to the bar, scarcely aware of the admiring looks she was attracting.

 “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” the bartender shouted, holding his hand up for a high-five. Rayne laughed, and high-fived him. Her racing heart had just started to calm down when the dancer appeared beside her. Her composure shattered, she felt nervous all over again.

“Hey!” The dancer said. “Now I bet I could have a lot more fun with you upstairs!”

“Oh really?” Rayne asked. “What happens up there?”

“Whatever I want!” the dancer smiled. 

“Fuck it… why not?” Rayne smiled back. “How much?”

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart. This one’s on me!” She took Rayne by the hand, led the way to the upper deck VIP section, and ordered a bottle of sweet champagne. Rayne sat on the red velvet loveseat, leaning back to meet her own eyes in the mirror on the ceiling and smiling at her reflection. She swayed and let her fingers flow to the beat of the music as the dancer began her private performance.

At first she stood at a distance and let Rayne enjoy the view from afar. The dim red light made her body glow. As she danced closer, Rayne blinked her eyes in disbelief that this was really happening to her. Her mouth dropped open and her hands stroked her thighs. The dancer straddled Rayne and bent over her lap. The sight of her, the smell of her perfume, stirred up feelings Rayne had never experienced before. It was new and exciting, but also terrifying. The more afraid she felt, the more she felt the urge to lean closer.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” Rayne whispered nervously.

The dancer smiled in response, and leaned down to kiss her. In an instant, the lap dance turned into a passionate make-out session. The feeling of her embrace warmed Rayne from the inside out as they kissed fervently.

“I’m Rayne by the way,” she murmured, as the dancer nuzzled her neck.

“My name’s Charmaine. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” the dancer giggled, since they had gone a little past the point for formalities.

“So, what are you doing later tonight?” Rayne dared to ask.

“Maybe you!” Charmaine grinned. “Does that sound good? Where are you staying?” Rayne nodded, a little breathless. She told her the name of her hotel, which was just around the corner, and her room number.

“I’ll be there,” Charmaine said, leaning in to kiss her again, and then walking away. Rayne sat there watching her for a moment, exhaling some of the tension that had built within her. It was almost last call already, so she made her way back to her hotel room.

Rayne waited impatiently for Charmaine to arrive, her head swimming. Her mind filled with fantastic images of what she would do to this woman as soon as she entered the room. The anticipation of it had her dripping. She had just stripped down to her underwear when she heard a soft knocking. She jumped up to open the door and met lips with Charmaine before even meeting eyes. She tasted of vanilla and honey.

Charmaine pulled her close and gently dug her nails to grip her upper back. Rayne reached down to unzip Charmaine’s jeans and peeled them down, revealing her lilac lace panties. She stopped stroking and squeezing her for just long enough to undress her completely and push her onto the bed. She ran her tongue down between Charmaine’s breasts and curved to the side to kiss her hips. She could feel Charmaine crane up toward her touch as she kissed her softly. The gentle nibbling made her quiver. The warmth of Rayne’s skin heated her further.

Rayne let her long black hair tease over Charmaine’s body as she kissed her over and over, while edging lower to taste her. She hoisted Charmaine’s thighs around her neck and sucked gently over her clit until it swelled and wetness leaked from between her pussy folds. Charmaine’s thighs and stomach clenched harder and harder until her whole body shook with her climax, and she filled the room with her moans of pleasure.

Charmaine pulled Rayne’s face toward hers to taste her lips once more. She reached around Rayne’s neck to grab a handful of her shiny hair, and brought her to her knees. Charmaine kissed her thoroughly from left to right, then down to catch her breasts lightly with her teeth. By the time her lips met between Rayne’s thighs, Rayne was dripping wet to the point where just the slightest touch would make her climax.

Charmaine ran her hands up Rayne’s calves and over her stomach, teasing her further. Then, unexpectedly, she inserted her fingers to hit Rayne’s sweet spot, making her clench and shudder with pleasure. Rayne was quivering uncontrollably at the sensation of Charmaine’s fingers sliding in and out, as Charmaine sucked on her clit in soft circles. She couldn’t take it any more! Rayne came so hard; a small tear crept out of her right eye and hit her eardrum, momentarily deafening her on that side.

Charmaine crawled on top of her and ground her body over Rayne’s as she pinned her hands above her head, and literally rocked her to sleep throughout the night.

Many thanks to our member, Kat, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

 

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The appeal of the older woman

Judging by the excitement that has greeted our current release ‘Mature Attraction,’ I’m not the only one around here who appreciates a woman with a few more miles on her clock – especially when she looks as good as our two sexy stars.

The return of Dorothy Black to Viv Thomas is a major event in itself. The sultry Hungarian honey played the pivotal role in the classic movie ‘Mums and Daughters’ back in 2008, and while ‘Mature Attraction’ isn’t a direct sequel, it does pay homage to this most iconic of Viv’s films. And if you thought Dorothy looked good back in 2008, you should see her now, the best part of a decade later! ‘Hot’ doesn’t even begin to do her justice. Her face is more beautiful than ever, her spectacular breasts are still utterly perfect (her boob job is the best argument for augmentation you’ll ever see, even if you – like me – prefer your girls all-natural) and she’s acquired even more of the sophistication and sexual confidence that makes her simply irresistible. Seeing the poise and charisma with which she seduces sweet Talia Mint in episode two of ‘Mature Attraction,’ it’s abundantly clear why she is such a superstar, at an age when most starlets have hung up their spangled panties.

The other deliciously ripened star of ‘Mature Attraction’ is Czech cougar Lena Love, making her Viv Thomas debut at the age of 33. The statuesque blonde with beautiful blue eyes and a megawatt smile partakes in some delicious role reversal in the opening episode of the movie, as she is deliberately seduced by a much younger woman. You’ll have to keep watching to see what happens when Lena decides to take control!

So just what is it that makes older women so sexually attractive? In a word, confidence. Mature women tend to be comfortable in their own skin. They are experienced and uninhibited, they know what they want and aren’t shy about asking for it, and they like to relax and have fun without needing to analyse everything. They already have their own life, so they are less likely to be looking for commitment; in short, they are the perfect companions for physical play, and have the emotional maturity to enjoy fun times and good conversation too.

I have had some very exciting and enjoyable experiences with older women; I find them less needy and clingy than younger girlfriends when I’m not in the mood for heavy relationship dramas, and sexually – wow! There’s nothing more arousing than a woman who knows exactly what she likes in bed. And like a fine wine, some women – I’m thinking Helen Mirren, Kim Basinger, and for sure Dorothy Black – just get more delectable with age.

 

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Why strong women like bondage

This is adapted from something I originally posted on the blog of our kinky little sister site, The Life Erotic. It seems appropriate to share it with you here at Viv Thomas now, as today’s new movie, episode one of “Kinky Trip,” features some BDSM play somewhat stronger than anything we’ve seen here before – although if you’re familiar with director Alis Locanta’s work for SexArt, you’ll know exploring the dark side of passion is his forte.

The movie shows Sophia Laure and Violette Pink pushing each other’s boundaries with restraints, gags and anal penetration. It’s playful and it’s consensual… but for some it’s a step too far. And while I think few will object to seeing the girls in charge, having their wicked way with one another, I wonder how you feel about having a female ‘victim’ restrained and subjected to power games by a man – something we have shown on SexArt, and that inspires some of my erotic stories on TLE? It might even have you asking the uneasy question: Is bondage anti-feminist?

Well, it depends who you believe.

If you study the feminist literature, you’ll find a wide range of opinions. In the seventies, the prevailing view was that BDSM was a form of women-hating violence; proponents of this viewpoint suggest that women who enjoy being submissive only like it because they have been led to believe it is expected of them by sexist power structures. However, since then other theories have emerged. Some feminist writers believe that BDSM is an expression of sexual freedom, and therefore is actually an empowering act.

So here’s the thing: I consider myself a free, confident, liberated bisexual woman; and yet I do enjoy a little domination and rough play – spanking, being held down, disciplined… you know the kind of thing. It makes me feel naughty, dirty and desired. Does that make me a hypocrite, a bad feminist?

I’m no psychologist, but I suspect that because I spend all day being strong, efficient and capable, making decisions, getting things done, it’s a major aphrodisiac to surrender control to someone else. It’s a pure jolt of sexual adrenaline that doesn’t translate to any other area of my life. In other words, I find it thrilling to be told what to do in the bedroom, but you’d better not try it in the boardroom (unless you’re fucking me on the desk… that would be hot!).

BDSM, to me, is about desire. It’s about somebody knowing, very clearly, exactly what he or she wants from me. It’s about the fierce pleasure that lies in giving pleasure. It’s about trust, risk and being brave enough to relinquish control, to open oneself up to whatever comes next.

In fact, it has been argued that in BDSM play, the submissive person is the one with the power, as they actually control what happens – for example, by using a ‘safe’ word. Power games take place in a safe psychological space, where authentic desires are acknowledged, rules are observed and external pressures to behave in a certain way can be escaped.

Do we really have to reconcile our sexual self to the self we present in other areas of our life – or can we allow ourselves the freedom to experiment, to experience pleasure without limits, and without shame? Ultimately, I think defining female sexuality in terms of dominant/submissive is as limiting and stereotypical as lesbian/straight or butch/femme.

I’ll just do what turns me on.

By the way, if you enjoy a little walk on the wild side, you might enjoy some of my erotic fiction on the blog at The Life Erotic… you don’t have to be a member to read it, and I’d love to know what you think of it.

 

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Lounge Act, episode three

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux, inspired by Lia Tailor

This is a continuation from episode two, which was posted on this blog on April 5th 2016. The story so far: Mimi’s friend introduces her to Charlie, a flirtatious 50-year-old blonde. Back at her place, Charlie kisses Mimi and they have hot sex, grinding their pussies together before Charlie licks Mimi to an intense orgasm. After another mutual climax, Charlie fingers Mimi’s pussy and ass until she comes again…  

The story continues…

The doorbell rings.

“Oh, that will be the pizza,” says Charlie, standing up.

“Pizza?” I look up and walking in the door is Ben from the restaurant. I’m sitting on the couch naked, my panties lying on the floor. So this is the missing link, I think. I’m speechless.

“Mimi, you remember Ben,” says Charlie as she walks in holding his hand. He’s wearing a tight pair of jeans and a t-shirt that clings to his buff body. Ben smiles at me.

“Hi Mimi, hope you don’t mind but Charlie invited me.” His smile is endearing and his shaggy light brown hair hangs over his brown eyes. Charlie kneels down next to me, her pussy exposed in my face.

“You don’t mind, do you Mimi?” She looks hesitant, afraid I’ll protest.

“No darling. It’s okay. He’s quite handsome, isn’t he?” I giggle, realizing I sound like somebody’s mother. Charlie starts to undo his jeans as he strips off his t-shirt. He has light brown hair covering his chest, and his muscled arms hang by his side.

“Come over here, Ben,” says Charlie, leading him to the couch. He sits there passively, his big erection now the centrepiece of the room. My hand goes to my pussy and I start to rub my clit. I haven’t seen a cock in a long time and it’s turning me on. Charlie sits down on the floor next to me, and starts to kiss me. Our tongues play as our mouths meet in a passionate kiss. She looks at me.

“Do you want to go first?” she asks. I look over at Ben. He smiles at me. I crawl over to the couch and resting my arms, I take his cock in my mouth. I lick the tip then swallow the whole shaft, coming back up sucking on it. I feel Charlie behind me parting my ass cheeks and licking my crack. I feel blood rushing to my head. I look up at Ben. His head is back, his hands lying still by his side. His passivity drives me crazy.

Charlie puts two fingers in me, making me shriek, as I suck vehemently on Ben’s throbbing cock. She’s licking my ass and fucking me, hitting my G-spot. I start to pull on Ben’s cock, crying out with pleasure. My head goes back down, licking the head of Ben’s cock as Charlie fucks me hard. She has four fingers in me, filling my wet tunnel with love juice.

“Ah!” I scream out as she pumps my pussy hard, my G-spot responding with every touch. I run my hands up Ben’s body. The feeling of his hard muscles as Charlie fucks me makes me yell out. I suck him harder, Charlie is fucking me hard, I can’t take it any more. I come loudly, juice squirting out of me as I fall on the floor.

I move over to Charlie and whisper in her ear, “Can I watch you fuck him?” Charlie takes Ben’s hand and pulls him to the floor. He lies there inert, his cock pointing upward. Charlie positions herself carefully and guides his cock into her pussy. She starts to ride him; his hands still lie by his sides.

“Mimi,” Charlie gasps, “go over there.” She’s pointing at Ben’s head. I sit neatly on his face, and Charlie leans over and kisses me. Ben’s rough tongue is a new sensation on my clit. I groan with arousal. He licks me expertly, with Charlie fucking him energetically. She takes me by the hips. I move my pussy over Ben’s mouth rhythmically, in tune with Charlie. She’s looking at me.

“I’m going to come!” she gasps, staring at me. I move quicker to hasten my pleasure and my clit responds, engorged with blood, ready to surrender. My eyes close and I clamp my whole pussy over Ben’s face as Charlie screams out, her pussy juices running down Ben’s cock.

“Ohhhhh!” I exclaim, coming too, rubbing my sex lips against Ben’s face. We’re both exhausted as we climb off Ben, who is still lying there waiting for us to let him come. Charlie and I look at each other. I go down and take the end of his cock in my mouth as Charlie slides her tongue up and down his shaft. Ben lies there, his face flushed, his breath quickening. I take his whole cock deep in my mouth, then slide back up the length, licking as I go. Charlie licks the tip and I start to jerk him off. Ben begins to twitch, trying not to move his arms, which still lie obediently by his side. We can tell he’s ready to come, and we speed up. I stroke his cock as fast as I can while Charlie continues to lick the head.

Ben starts to shudder and pump his hips upwards; groaning, he shoots his creamy load into Charlie’s mouth. Some drips down his cock, and I lick it off as Charlie finishes up licking the head clean.

“Stand up,” Charlie says to him. “Off you go.” She slaps his firm butt as he walks to the door holding his clothes. He leaves and Charlie turns to me and grabs me, kissing me wildly. We hold each other tightly as the moon shines brightly through the window.

The End.

Many thanks to our member, Mimi, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

 

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New Viv Thomas stars on set!

Our esteemed director Alis Locanta is busy shooting new movies for Viv Thomas right now, and sent me a little tease of the hot girls he has on location for us.

From left to right, here’s Cristal Caitlin, Kira Zen, Eveline Dellai and Leila Smith. Cristal and Leila are two of our most popular models, and both Kira and Eveline are brand new to VT.

Has this taster made you eager to see these gorgeous girls in action? Yes, me too!

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    I finally got a laptop!!! This is so great...I LOVE this film! Sensual, sexy..I wish Lorena had cum more. Beautiful film. Great work Don.

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    I agree about a bit of dialogue to make the connection more realistic.

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    Kristo1 8 hours ago

    I agree about a bit of dialogue to make the connection more realistic.

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    DuellingTwangos 12 hours ago

    Double your lovely is what I like to call it. As enjoyable as 69ers and similar can often be,it is still a classic look in erotica to have a little bit of soft here and there,and as some girls are not really hot lesbians,and it would seem that Milena is not,and there's plenty of that and then some here at Viv, I would certainly have Milena as she is,solo or duo or whatever. Appreciation is offered here,and thanks to Viv,Antares and Korica and Milena for a sweet set.

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    DuellingTwangos 13 hours ago

    Angie! SO beautiful SO sexy. A Fiona Cooper hour I've enjoyed for years and now this! Those magnificent breasts are surely among the very finest the world of erotica has ever seen. A brilliant lady.

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    CC button on the player, enjoy!

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    So sexy! OMG! :)

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    Diana,as i know Sammy-jayne as from an hour she did for Fiona Cooper some years back,was among the most lovely of the Fiona girls,and among the most lovely here. A true beauty,and here goes for lots more,and G/G too. Heaven on Earth.

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    call me a newbie, but there must be a way to see subtitles for those who don't speak Russian...

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    Thanks fer_realz! I am so glad you like it!I must say, it's still feels unreal seeing it online. I am so excited about it...I am already working on a part 2 lol I couldn't resist the urge. :)

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