We’re thrilled to announce that Viv Thomas has been nominated for multiple awards at the 2nd Annual XBIZ Europa Awards.

XBIZ is the adult industry's leading publisher of business news and information, and the prestigious awards event will be hosted by Rocco Siffredi and Misha Cross at XBIZ Berlin on September 11, 2019.

Here are our finalist nominations in full:

Lesbian Movie of the Year:

  • Angels Vol 3
  • Bottom’s Up
  • Lesbian Temptations
  • Pure Power
  • Seduced by my Best Friend
  • The Pleasure of Doing Business
  • Yoga Temptations

Director of the Year

  • Sandra Shine

Best Sex Scene – Lesbian

  • Nancy Ace and Rosaline Rose – Wife Tales: Shower Fun
  • Amirah Adara and Cristal Caitlin – Yoga Temptations
  • Francys Belle and Jenny Ferri – Lesbian Temptations
  • Gina Ferocious and Katy Sky – Bottom’s Up
  • Tina Kay and Rebecca Volpetti – The Taste of a Woman
  • Alyssia Kent and Aruna Aghora – Pure Power
  • Jia Lissa and Sybil A – Seduced by my Best Friend
  • Alyssa Reece and Aislin – Erotic Awakening

And most exciting of all, three major awards:

Studio of the Year

Studio Site of the Year

Lesbian Site of the Year

Wish us luck!



Remember When

August 11, 2019 - by: Kat

Erotic fiction inspired by Veronica Leal and Aislin in “Squirt Surprise

My girlfriend and I have been so busy lately. Our schedules are similar for work, which leaves our chores overlapping at home. Today, we're literally passing each other like little bumble bees, trying to get this place back in order. It's incessant cleaning along with the laundry on constant rotation. Two weeks of this is more than I can stand.

I know she wants to finish so that we can finally relax, but I’m ready to just drop everything right now. The only thing on my mind is how I’m going to get her out of those sexy denim shorts and make a beautiful mess, possibly right here in this kitchen.

I hide an old favorite toy where I know she will find it. Then, I go back to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich. I wait patiently, pittering my feet in excitement, wondering what she will do once she sees it. Sure enough, she comes in with the dildo in her hand, and a questioning look on her face. She raises an eyebrow at me as I grin mischievously. I put my sandwich down and rest my fingers over my lips, pretending like I have no idea what's going on.

“Where did this come from?” she smiles. “This was from…”

“Yes… I remember,” I finish.

She stops a moment to reflect on that unforgettable encounter, as I had hoped. I get up and take her by the hand to ease her into the mood.

“Hey, remember when we first bought this?” I whisper, pulling her closer.

“Yes,” she replies softly.

“And I kept it in all day,” I murmur, kissing her face softly.

“I do,” she whispers.

“And how many times we’ve both cum all over it together?” I moan into her skin.

“Mmm...yes,” she answers breathlessly.

I notice her neck tense. She swallows hard, feeling my radiating lust. Her heartbeat quickens. I gently slide my fingertips around her waist, playing with the waistband of her shorts. I hover my lips over hers and begin to recall that evening as well. The first time I tasted her. The moment we became more than friends.

She leans closer and kisses me softly, igniting a fire between us that is constantly being fanned by routine. I cup my hands inward and grip her bottom tightly. Her fingers tremble around the toy as I nudge her face up and lick down her neck. I graze my teeth across her skin and slowly move her back against the kitchen counter.

“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, “I miss this.”

She pulls my face up and gives me a lustful gaze. Her eyes twinkle nostalgically, lips parting to speak. But she says nothing. She moves over and suddenly pins me across the cabinets. She kisses me wildly. Firm fervent suctions as her pinkies hook around the straps of my tiny tank top and pull them down. Her tongue slides towards my chest. She circles around my breast, then presses the tip of the dildo over my nipple.

The smooth rubber head is making my nipples harden, as I mentally imagine feeling it inside me. Her mouth suctions hard on my flesh, then releases, making sexy popping sounds. The sensation causes tingles between my legs. Wetness seeps, making my tiny shorts stick to my skin. Her hand slides down my stomach, her fingers easing slowly beneath the seam.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” she whispers sexily, feeling my slippery folds.

I moan achingly as her fingers graze past my clit, smearing a long string of wetness over my flesh. She licks all the way down my body, sliding my skimpy shorts to the floor. She kisses my clit softly, letting just the tip of her tongue touch my wetness. My legs quiver, feeling the tension within me grow. She licks me so slowly, it’s just as vexing as it is pleasurable. I always need it hard, and she knows that. She’s doing it on purpose to tease me. Her succulent mouth is just barely pressing my pussy, and she keeps her tongue still on my clit. I want so badly to thrust my hips, but when she gets like this, I know not to move. Her power over my pussy is inexplicable.

The way she teases me drives me wild. She switches lightly between the front and back of her tongue, letting my wetness flow down her chin. I’m starting to get dizzy, my emotions on the verge of bursting. She licks and kisses my pussy to an agonizing peak. Then, drags her wet lips up my body, leaving my pussy wanting more. She licks my lips and gives me a taste, but misses my kiss on purpose. She grips my waist and turns me around. I lie my arms flat on the counter and hike my ass up as high as I can. I squirm, feeling her tongue swirl from my clit to my rim, then back again. Like she’s painting targets on my flesh.

I look behind me and see her insert the short end of the dildo inside her. She gives my bottom a firm slap for being nosy. I face forward quickly, smiling in excitement, knowing I’m about to be fucked deliciously. My pussy is so swollen, she has to jiggle the tip around in my juices to spread my tight wet hole. The first penetration is heaven for us both. We moan at the same time, feeling the dildo slide back and forth inside us.

She leans over my back and grazes her nails down my arms, meeting at a weave around my fingers. I lean my head to the side to make room for her delicate face to nestle on my neck. I’m getting even wetter, feeling the warmth of her breath at my ear. Delicate sexy whimpers, as she fucks me slowly. She makes sure to grip my hands tightly to keep me from reaching for my pussy. It’s driving me crazy! All I can do is take it. Every inch, every press to my G-spot, at a menacingly gentle pace. My pussy is absolutely throbbing. I’m so close.

“Please let me cum,” I beg. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

She sees a small tear creep down my cheek and kisses my face softly. She backs up and curls her finger at me, telling me to come to her. She pats the table, letting me know to get on. I lie back slowly as she undresses. The sight of her gorgeous body with a thick wet cock between her legs is like something out of a dream.

She cuffs my thighs under her arms and slides her cock deep inside me. Long strokes from tip to base and a smothering grind. My hunger for pressure slowly being fed. I wrap my legs around her waist, my hands planted on her perfect ass. She fucks me harder, making my pussy squelch loudly. My wetness now spreading down my inner thighs and glossing the table.

My legs are shivering, as I get closer to my peak. She fucks me faster, hitting that spot inside me that makes my chest heave. My body is sliding all over the table top, chasing my orgasm as if it were a savory meal to a starving animal. I hold her as tight as I can, screaming out in pleasure as she fucks me right through a deep throbbing climax. My body convulses at every pulse, feeling the sweet release jet up my spine like a rocket.

My pussy is still within the rumbles of climax when she pulls me towards her. She lands on the chair with my walls spasming around her cock. The sudden change in position elongates my orgasm and it’s like I have a million butterflies in my stomach as I ride the dildo. Her face tells me she’s about to explode along with me. She presses her head to my chest as I hold on to the back of the chair. She fucks up into me rapidly, hammering my G-spot as she cums powerfully. Her fluttering pussy adds even more sensation that pushes me overboard. I cum so hard, my cunt gushes like a geyser, spraying her lap with liquid heat. We are both soaked and shaking, winding our hips fiercely, grinding every last pulse out of each other.

Our dripping lips meet in a hazy kiss. It’s like molten candy to my mouth. Our breasts are sticking together as sweat leaks down our bodies.

My 'responsible adult' mindset suddenly returns when I look over her shoulder and see the mess we made in the kitchen I just cleaned.

"Hey, why don't you throw the rest of these clothes into the wash, I'll clean up in here, and we can take a long hot bath together?" I suggest, kissing her neck softly.

"Okay, sweetie," she replies. "Oh...and when you're done, please bring that toy into the bathroom."

I smile then bite my lip in sweet anticipation of my next venture. It's so fascinating to me how moments between us are created like this, on a whim, just by chance. Our whole relationship is like that. I wouldn't have it any other way. Weeks from now, we will find this toy again and reminisce about this day. I'm sure we'll have a wet and wild time in its remembrance.


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Love Blooms, Lust Grows

July 02, 2019 - by: Sorcha Rowan

Erotic fiction inspired by Zazie S and Sarah Cute in “Budding Romance

Zazie walked through the door of the home she shared with Sarah. It was the demi-anniversary of their move-in day – Zazie looked for any reason to celebrate – and she’d brought home a huge bouquet of roses mixed with wildflowers. Her dark-haired paramour loved cut flowers. And Zazie had a mind she’d use one of them to wake the sleeping beauty from her nap. As the equally gorgeous, slender blonde moved from doorway to bedroom she shed her coat and unbuttoned her little black dress. Unzipping it, she let it fall to the floor. That left her in only the strappy lace of a bra and panty set she’d bought for the occasion and a pair of thigh high stockings along with stiletto heels. 

Crawling into their sumptuously appointed bed, she took in the darker skin of her lover, contrasting with the seafoam green of her bra and panties. Sarah was so gorgeous in repose, her full lips and soft hair a sensuous combination. Freeing the orange-red flower from its bouquet, Zazie drew it over Sarah’s shoulder and kissed along the trail of softness. The taste of salty skin and floral sweetness tickled her senses.

Smiling softly, Sarah opened her eyes and smiled. “Good morning, lover.”

Zazie enjoyed that pet name even though it was a little cheesy. “Almost good afternoon.”

Turning on her back, Sarah’s eyes widened slightly. “You look delightful.”

Zazie kissed her softly, their tender lips pressing together. Her tongue flicked out tasting Sarah’s lips. After a few seconds of soft smacking, she broke the kiss. “You taste delightful.” She kissed her way down Sarah’s chest and as Sarah sat up and took off her bra, Zazie’s mouth watered. Her lover’s breasts were perfection. Soft brown nipples like dollops of stiff meringue begged to be licked and sucked.

As she followed her lust’s demands, lightly biting and sucking hard on Sarah’s flesh, the still sleep-fogged girl responded with moans and sighs. Zazie made Sarah lie back and then took her fill of the soft, sumptuous breasts as her hands glided over warm skin. Kissing her way down, she pulled the waistband of diaphanous aquamarine lace further south and kissed and licked Sarah’s mound, paying particular attention to the tattoo on one hip.

Panties not allowing her the complete access she wanted, she pulled aside the gusset and exposed dark, hairless lips. Sarah tasted like heaven and gasped as Zazie’s lips and tongue played over wet, swollen folds. Zazie sucked and kissed her lover’s pussy like she had the woman’s lips. There was only one thing she enjoyed more than licking Sarah’s clit, but she didn’t want to move on just yet. She was having too much fun eking out each cry and whimper from Sarah’s mouth.

Nimble fingers slid in and out of Sarah’s pussy, and the quivering Zazie felt meant it was time to move on. She didn’t want her lover to orgasm just yet. Turning Sarah on her stomach, Zazie licked and bit the round, tender ass cheeks she enjoyed so much. It was time to take those panties off and really enjoy her partner’s body. She dragged the thin, soaking fabric across and down Sarah’s toned muscles.

Once it was out of the way, she pushed Sarah’s cheeks open so she could access the soft bud at the center. It was her favorite playground and it drove Sarah wild. She treated it much the same as she had Sarah’s lips and pussy. As she moaned into the soft, tight heat of her lover’s body, her fingers explored the wet slit just below. Each of her movements made Sarah twist in their sheets. Her body inside and out was as tender and beautiful as the flowers Zazie had brought.

Sarah arched her body, bowing as ecstasy built and built. “Yes, my lover. Your mouth feels so wonderful.” Her breath hitched as Zazie’s fingers found her G-spot. “Right there, I’m begging you to keep going."

Zazie nodded and used her fingers to stimulate the hard clit and slick pussy while she continued making sweet love to Sarah’s ass. As she did, she freed one hand to touch herself, circling her swollen clit and feeling her own tremors begin to build. Once both were close to the edge, she kissed her way back up Sarah’s body and turned her over on her back.

“I want to see you cum.” Zazie kissed Sarah’s full lips, letting her lover experience the complex palate of flavors. They ground against each other faster and faster as their swollen clits brushed each other’s legs and mound. Gasping into their partner’s mouth, the celebration of love and their budding romance together blossomed into a warm explosion of bliss. Bodies quivering, they clutched at one another, entwining their limbs and smothering each other with kisses.

Their loving would continue throughout the late morning and afternoon, Sarah getting her own taste of her lover’s body. Her tongue craved the sweet nectar Zazie produced. The pair would never tire of the love they shared and making each other feel like they were the center of their universe. The love that would bloom again and again like the flowers that came back every spring. 


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Idle Hands

June 11, 2019 - by: Kat

Erotic fiction inspired by Eos in “Alluring

I love the feeling of my fingers caressing my nipples. Unhurriedly, gently crossing over them, one by one. Pinching the soft little nubs between my fingers until they harden like pebbles. I can cum just by playing with my breasts. It feels so good when I squeeze them and squash them against my palms. Leaving prints on them, marking them with lust.

It’s my final day here after a quiet week of rest and relaxation. The sweet hint of vanilla on my skin from a nice long soak with the perfumed bath bombs. Now, it’s time to rinse off. I sit at the edge of the tub and open my legs. The water from the showerhead feels amazing on my skin. I spent most of the week on the beach and developed a sleek sexy tan, the lines of my bikini top stark against the golden glow.  I wish it was a nude beach, so I could let my breasts out in the summer breeze.

But it’s okay. I have plenty of freedom within this gorgeous suite to play. My body is at ease, my skin is polished smooth. My muscles are so relaxed. The only part of my body that’s tense is my pussy. And it’s because I can’t leave my breasts alone. Every chance I get, I gather them in my hands and squeeze them playfully. They’re so perfectly round and firm. My nipples are so perky and delectable. I just can’t stop touching them.

I give them another pinch and feel my clit throb. I spray my chest with the warm water and moan softly at the titillating sensation. The water beads down my body, caressing my pussy at the final drip. I aim the shower head lower, raising my leg to the edge of the tub to open my lips. I massage my pussy above the water and tease my clit gently. I’m so sensitive that the tip of my middle finger is enough to drive me mad.

The gentle sliding of my fingers feels like slow sensuous licks, intensified by the powerful jets of the showerhead. I tease myself until I’m literally shaking, my feet making loud squeaks over the porcelain as I steadily lose control. I aim the showerhead at an angle and turn up the pressure. It feels just like a tongue expertly flicking my little bean. I grind my hips to catch each spray, feeling my orgasm rise within the pit of my stomach. I reach for my breast and wedge my nipple between my fingers, a death grip, as if a skilled mouth were clamped tight around it.

I disassociate with myself and feel like I’m someone else watching me lose it. My lustful bellows reverberate around the walls. My hand quivers in a tight grip around the showerhead and I press it against my pussy while I tweak my nipples as hard as I can. The sharp sweet sting sends electric pleasure waves through my core. My aching pussy releases pounding throbs all over the metal head as my feet splash bathwater in every direction.

It takes a moment for me to regain my composure. I shake my head and smooth my hair back from my face. My body glistens in the steam as I rinse off again. I’m immersed in my own sex cloud. It feels like I’m floating and not walking to the door to grab my towel.

I wrap it around my shoulders and smile to myself. The soft cotton feels like a tranquil embrace on my skin. I press my breasts together and admire my sexy curves. If my lips could reach down there, I’d kiss them in appreciation. For now, I’ll just admire them with lustful eyes and idle hands.  


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Leather Redemption

June 03, 2019 - by: Kat

Erotic fiction inspired by Blue Angel and Vicky Love in “Dark Desires

She was a married woman and I knew that. Something about taking such intimate time away from her husband made me feel special. Like a female James Bond, who only desired women that were already taken.  Maybe it was my arrogance, maybe a silent rebellion. I'm not sure of the root cause anymore. All I knew was it brought us both much pleasure.

When I came over, Mistress Vicky would always have something for me. Either a reward or a punishment. Nothing in between. There were no gray areas with her. She was my Mistress, and I, her slave. That's the truth I lived by, clear as day and tough as leather.

She liked calling me Blue because that's the color the flesh on my ass would turn when I did bad things. I did them often. And often, I did them on purpose. I loved pain from her hands and nowhere else. I felt I paid for my sins through her will. I felt cleansed. I was on my knees most of the time serving penance.

This day, I did something terrible and went to her house unannounced. Her husband answered the door. I was never supposed to meet him, but I did. She was furious.

So now, here I was, over her knee. A blood red scarf tied around my face. Tight leather wrapped around my uncovered limbs. I was being punished but in the most delicious way. I wondered if she truly knew how much I loved the ache. Sometimes I couldn't tell where the pain began and the pleasure ended. Her hands were the perfect weight for spanking me. Not too heavy, not too light. But just right.

I closed my eyes and welcomed the hot sting of her hand. My pussy rubbed deliciously over the leather pressing my crotch, and every movement pushed my hips to grind on her lap.

At this moment, she owned my skin and everything beneath it. I moaned at every surge of pain as it transformed to pleasure. Each red mark was like an earned badge of achievement and a hollow disposition putting me in my place.

Mistress Vicky propped me up after my head began to loll to the side and my watering mouth dripped over her delicate thigh. I was on my knees now. The first thing that hit me was the sweet ripe aroma of her pussy. My tongue instinctively extended to taste it. Her soft wet lips were plump and juicy like a split Georgia peach. I moaned as I devoured her.

The sounds she made were my reward for my obedience. She smothered my face until I felt the red binding soak. My eyes felt sticky. My cheeks were damp as if I drank from a flow of wine with my lips barely parted. The lock attached to my collar jingled as my neck swiveled. I used my whole body to please her although my face was the only thing in contact with her sweet flesh.

When I tasted her clit erect on my tongue, I sucked it lovingly. She moaned louder. Her voice rasped to a mammalian howl. Her hips shivered as she fucked my face. She gripped every strand of hair I had, using it as handlebars to ride out her climax as she called me her dirty little slut. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed. The ebb and flow of her orgasm coursed through me as if I came right along with her. I nearly did. The leather couldn't absorb any of the juices pooling down my thighs. It just dripped and dripped until a puddle formed around my knees.

Knowing my Mistress and the great mistake I’d made, forgetting my place, I expected she would leave me like this. And she did. After she came, I felt her tongue lap my cheeks clean, but she didn't kiss me. I felt my hunger rise and yanked back like a bad dog on a leash.

I was alone on my knees. My pussy aching. But I knew better than to touch myself without her permission. I waited there in loud silence, my flesh screaming under my leather outfit, awaiting my redemption. 


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Breakfast Then Bed

May 27, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Ginger Mary and Stasey in “Kitchen Lessons

Ginger looked pretty when she was sleeping. Typically, Stasey hated a girl who could roll out of bed looking ready for the day. But not when that girl was lying next to her.

Stasey had woken up wet and restless. She wanted to shag the morning away, but she was famished.

“Morning,” Stasey whispered. Ginger’s eyes opened slowly. “I’d make you breakfast, but I’d miss you too much. Will you cook with me?”

“Of course,” said Ginger, pushing her red hair back over her blue eyes as she worked through a yawn. “What’s on the menu?”

“Crepes with syrup,” said Stasey. 

“Yummy,” said Ginger.

“Then you.”

“That’s hard to follow.”

“Not really.”

Ginger stole a kiss before Stasey rolled out of bed. She found her motivation to get up when Stasey walked out of the room in a t-shirt and thong panties, and she followed suit.

Stasey assembled the flour, eggs, sugar, and oil while Ginger watched the coffee drip. The crepes came together fast—despite their roaming hands—and went down faster. Stasey’s cravings for Ginger took over. As they kissed, she pulled Ginger’s collar open to get a good look at her naked chest. 

They took off each other’s shirts and rubbed their soft breasts together as they made out. Stasey nudged Ginger over to the counter and grabbed her ass to help her up. She moved between Ginger’s open legs. She still had syrup on her mouth and liked the way her lips stuck to Ginger’s sweet nipples.

She moved her hand under Ginger’s panties and rubbed her fingers over the soft fuzz of shaven skin. When Ginger’s juices had been coaxed out of her, Stasey went down on her. Ginger moved her fingers through Stasey's hair but Stasey would not be distracted. She forced Ginger’s legs wider as she probed her tongue deeper into the sticky sweet opening.

Nothing beats fresh pussy in the morning.

Ginger was craving it, too. She got off the counter—a bit too abruptly for Stasey’s tastes—and pulled Stasey’s panties off, falling to her knees for some wet kisses below the waist.

Stasey struggled to remain idle. They hopped onto the counter, lying down to kiss and finger each other.

“I have an idea,” said Ginger. She leaned back on the counter and opened her legs. Stasey started to lean in on Ginger. “Not your tongue,” said Ginger, curving her back to puff out her pussy.

Stasey scooted her ass up toward Ginger and got her left leg under Ginger’s’ right leg and her right over Ginger’s left. Their pussies slipped all about as they pushed and thrust against each other, scissoring their way to a mellow orgasm that left them both wanting more. 

Stasey leaned over to kiss Ginger. “Let’s go back to bed, shall we?” she said.

“Second breakfast?” Ginger said smiling. She took Stasey by the hand and led her to her comfy bed.


About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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Kiss Me Again

May 14, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Julia Rain and Amber D in “Girls Night In

Amber’s feeling a little nervous.

She and her roommate Julia have spent plenty of nights side by side on the sofa, watching movies and eating popcorn, gossiping and giggling.

But this is their first night in since that kiss… that tipsy, spontaneous kiss that made her heart race, that kiss she’s been thinking about since Saturday night. It had been Julia who’d leaned in close and kissed her on the lips as they danced together, Julia who’d pulled back to look in her eyes, then kissed her again, hungrily, a promise of passion to come. But Julia stayed at her boyfriend’s place that night, and the night after, and with their busy schedules and social lives, this is the first evening they’ve spent home together all week.

No wonder Amber is quivering with nervous anticipation, although she does her best to hide it.

As usual they are stripped down to their underwear, though she’s wearing something a little fancier than her everyday undies. She wonders if Julia will notice. Did the kiss mean something to her, too?

The movie credits roll, but she can’t concentrate. She’s practically vibrating with excitement. And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world – as if it were something they did on every girls’ night in – Julia sweeps her hair out of her face and kisses her gently, a delicate brush of her soft lips.

Amber doesn’t move for a moment, paralysed by a wave of happy horniness. Then she takes a deep breath, feeling her face light up with a goofy smile as she slides her hand up Julia’s silky thigh. They kiss again and the uncertainly melts away as they take time to explore each other’s lips thoroughly.

She sinks back on the couch, boneless with pleasure as Julia nuzzles her neck and pushes her lace wrap aside to lavish attention on her nipples. They’re so stiff, throbbing hotly as her roomie tweaks and strokes and sucks them, making her arch her back and moan out her excitement. Again, she holds her breath, overwhelmed with lust as Julia peppers teasing kisses over her panties, moving lower, tugging the wet fabric aside to taste her.

She feels her pussy blossoming open like a flower, ready to gift its nectar to the busy tongue that’s pushing deeper… She wants it all, fingers and tongues and lips and hands, skin on skin and gasps and moans and screams of ecstasy.

As bliss floods her body, she knows she’ll never be able to say girls’ night in again without blushing.


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Sweet Like A Lollipop

April 24, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Blue Angel and Helena Moeller in “Honey, I’m Home

Helena wished she could find a way to rewind the day. Blue Angel woke her up with a kiss on the lips before rushing off to work early in the morning. The floral scent on Blue’s neck put Helena back to sleep, but she tossed and turned in bed, grabbing for her angel.

Helena hadn’t been able to convince Blue to stay in bed. There was too much going on at work, she said. Helena didn’t know how Blue would feel about texts showing how she was enjoying herself, but she was feeling too horny—and a tad passive aggressive—to care. The first picture was a closeup of Helena shaving her pussy in a bubbly tub. 

“I’m in a meeting,” Blue texted back. But she didn’t tell Helena to stop, so the texts continued. 

Helena making scones... in the nude.

Helena spring-cleaning... her lingerie drawer. 

Helena with a lollipop... slipped inside her slit. 

Blue sent one more text that day. “Coming home.”

Helena didn’t know if they would fight or fuck when Blue arrived. She tried to reset the day with some freshly brewed coffee. The two porcelain cups were still steaming on the table when Helena heard the door open. Blue’s heels clicked on the floor like a boss. 

There was tension in Blue’s face, but it disappeared as soon as she saw Helena sitting at the table in a short silky robe and heels.

She went for the coffee first. “I needed this,” she said. “You trying to keep me up tonight?”

“Always,” said Helena. 

“You’ve had a fun day.”

“By myself, I guess.”

Blue could see some illicit material under Helena’s robe. “What have we got here?” she said. She pulled the robe open and dropped it to the floor. Helena was wearing sexy lingerie, a black one-piece with a thin string that split through her ass. 

“I thought you’d like it,” Helena smiled.

“You know me too well,” said Blue, leaning back on the table and pulling Helena towards her by her beautiful butt cheeks.

Blue turned Helena around and sat her down on her lap. Her naked skin was soft and smooth to Blue’s touch as she kissed all around Helena’s neck and shoulders. The strap around Helena’s neck was attached to the center of her chest so Blue had to expose one tit at a time. She played with Helena’s fat nipples as she moved her hand down to Helena’s crotch. 

Blue could feel a couple of buttons between Helena’s legs. As soon as she unbuttoned them, the tight fabric sprung up over Helena’s shaved pussy. Blue rubbed some of her spit into Helena’s clit, and Helena held her hand over Blue’s as she got a rub down. Her smile was blissful. 

“Did you save any lollipop for me?” Blue whispered. 

“A few licks,” said Helena. “But you’ll have to wait.”

Helena turned around and put her hands over Blue’s black bra, which was visible through her white shirt. “Bet the guys at the office loved this,” said Helena, unbuttoning it. 

Blue rolled her eyes. “Imagine if they saw this,” she said. She lifted up her skirt to reveal that there were no panties under her pantyhose, just a thin strip of pubic hair. 

Helena got down on her knees and started to prod Blue’s clit with her tongue. But it was like sweets with the wrapper on. Helena pulled the pantyhose halfway down Blue’s thighs and got her tongue into Blue’s juicy mound. Still, she wanted to go deeper. 

Helena stripped off the pantyhose so Blue could spread wide for her relentless tongue. There was one long lick after another, and Helena wouldn’t stop until Blue pushed her away as she was cumming.

Blue shifted her attention impatiently. She leaned Helena back on the table and took a seat in a chair, bringing her face-to-face with Helena’s pussy. She clamped her mouth over Helena’s tasty bits, concealing her twirling tongue. 

Helena played with her breasts as she got sucked on, squeezing her nipples between her fingers with the movement of a dull pair of scissors. She locked eyes with Blue until she started to lose focus. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she relented to the fire spreading inside.

Blue joined her on the table and they embraced. They tasted each other in their kisses, and wanted only more.


About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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