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Onirica, Episode Two: Glass

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Alis Locanta's masterpieces featuring Alyssa Reece, Lola A and Tiffany Doll

This is a continuation from episode two, which was posted on this blog on June 29, 2016. The story so far: writer Alyssa is haunted by visions of a beautiful dancer – Lola. When Lola appears on her television screen during a raging storm, Alyssa is drawn to follow a distant light, and climbs out of the window…

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Alyssa began walking slowly, the unsettling silence broken only by her footsteps and a deep growling sound, like the wind howling through a metallic corridor. The small, distant dot of light was still in front of her, guiding her steps.

“It's late, it's late!” She heard them, the whispers, the thoughts, the feelings, repeating over and over again, deep inside her. As she grew closer to the light it was changing, transforming in front of her; a vertical line of shining white light emanated from both the top and bottom of the sphere, dancing and waving. What could it be?

A deep, throbbing music started to come from the dancing light. Alyssa felt the beat resonate deep within her, making her skin buzz and giving her goosebumps. It was muted, as if she was outside a dance club, but the beat was powerful. She felt the vibration in the air, caressing her from head to toe; she was getting exciting without even realizing.

“Open me… come inside... let yourself slip into my ocean...” She was close enough to touch the light now, and as she reached for it, she felt the softness of velvet. It was a curtain, the light shining through the gap where the pair met, the music coming from beyond.

Possessed by inexplicable sensations, feelings and alien ideas, Alyssa couldn't comprehend what was happening. They were slowly taking control of her, but she could still feel, see and think. Her curiosity was driving her to open the curtain and discover what was hidden behind it. She tugged the curtain aside and the white light dissolved and spread over her, hugging her softly and sensually.

She found herself inside a small, rectangular room. Red velvet was masterfully crafted on each wall, and the ceiling was black, so deep and luminous that Alyssa had the impression it was petroleum. The floor was even stranger; black and white marble squares, but warm under her bare feet. Soft light filled the room but the source was hidden, as if the light were an entity that flowed to each corner and kept the darkness away. In front of her were three more velvet curtains; the middle one was red, and larger, while the smaller two were black.

The whispering grew louder; she couldn’t make out the words, just strange feelings… dark desires spreading from her mind to her very core. She noticed a velvet cord hanging beside her. Was it there before? The place was playing tricks with her, an unknown will playing with her senses. Moved by the whispers swarming inside her head, her hand grabbed the cord and pulled it firmly. The three velvet covers fell in unison before her, the cord dissolving into fine dust that flew away as she exhaled. Three mirrors in beautiful golden frames were revealed.

Alyssa was overwhelmed with curiosity, feeling immensely attracted to the precious objects. But as she took a few steps to examine them more closely she discovered an unsettling detail; the mirror on each side reflected her image, but the central one was empty, even when she stood right in front of it. Even stranger, her reflections on either side were standing still, and completely naked!

She felt confused and terribly disoriented, her mirror twins staring into her frightened eyes, expressionless. She felt they were stalking her like prey, ready to jump on her and do forbidden things to her.

“We want to taste you!” said the right mirror twin.

“We want to drink you!” said the left twin.

Alyssa stepped back in shock – and to her amazement, the right twin stepped out of the mirror towards her. As the mirror twin’s naked feet touched the ground, the mirror she came from covered itself in an oily black substance. Alyssa found herself paralyzed as her twin reached for her. She felt the firm, sculpted body push against hers; grew aware of her own rapid breathing. She felt the hard nipples poke against hers through her thin shirt, the hips pressing against hers, arms wrapping around her shoulders, toes entwining, creating a flesh bond between them. And it was making her more aroused than she’d ever been in her life.

The subtle whisper in her mind was now screaming, the tingling sensation between her legs growing with every second, her clit rubbing against her sticky panties. And from the look in her eyes, she knew her mirror twin was feeling the same. She felt incredibly desired, those gentle hands caressing her skin, a deep and intimate connection uniting them.

The mirror twin lifted her fingers to her mouth and sucked them, slow and deep, as if sucking a cock. She soaked them in saliva to the point where filaments of drool hung from her fingers.

“Drink me,” she whispered, offering her fingers to Alyssa’s mouth.

Alyssa’s desire overwhelmed her fear and confusion. Her tongue darted out and caught a string of drool from her mirror twin’s fingers, and then she was surrounding them with her soft lips and sucking, as the fingers fucked her mouth. They tasted spicy, making her tongue tingle. Goosebumps sprung up all over her body and she was filled with a strange heat.

As she sucked, she felt her clothes growing tighter against her skin. Her shirt pressed tighter over her hard nipples and her panties rubbed harder against her wet pussy, stimulating it. The mirror twin’s fingers fucked her mouth harder and faster, and her clothes began to tear apart, the cloth seeming to scream until the torn fragments fell away, leaving Alyssa as perfectly naked as her mirror twin. 

Their contact grew even more intimate, hot skin touching, muscular thighs entwined, nipples rubbing and pussy mounds grinding together, waves of pure blazing pleasure spreading through them. Alyssa found she could move freely now. Her fears were gone, crowded out by desire. The whispers were now wild primal screams inside her mind. The feeling of her mirror twin’s sweaty body against hers was driving Alyssa wild. She grabbed her twin’s hips to pull her closer, rubbing her thigh against her twin’s juicy pussy as her twin did the same to her. The twin held her tight and pushed her tongue into Alyssa’s mouth for her to suck.

Alyssa felt her drenched pussy spread open against her mirror twin’s thigh, leaving a trail of juice over the skin. She could feel her twin’s creamy pussy smearing against her own thigh, rubbing harder and harder. Both were sticky, rivulets of their wetness trickling down their legs to drip on the floor. Alyssa felt the urge to get even dirtier and wilder. She could feel her G-spot craving attention, wetness welling up inside her.

Sensing her insatiable sexual hunger, Alyssa's mirror twin began rubbing even harder against Alyssa, pushing her thigh up, arching on her foot, almost as if she could fuck Alyssa's craving pussy hole. It was an intense sensation; Alyssa could feel the muscles of her mirror twin's thigh tensing against her clit, the hot skin spreading her open. She felt an immense orgasm building deep inside her. They were tribbing furiously, soaked in sweat and pussy juice, hair dripping. It was dirty, it was wild, and she loved it. She could feel her G-spot pulsing and convulsing like crazy, begging to get massaged. The desire was so strong, almost unbearable. 

“I want more, I want myself inside!”

But something was happening behind them: Alyssa's reflection in the left mirror stepped from the glass with slow and sensual movements. The sexual excitement was so out of control that Alyssa and her right mirror twin didn't notice the new presence at first. The mirror covered itself with an oily black substance, as the left twin began walking around Alyssa and her right twin fucking like crazy in the middle of the room.

To be continued…

Many thanks to our member, Lex, 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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Announcing MetArt X – solo fun with sexy babes!

At Viv Thomas we’re all about gorgeous girl on girl action; but sometimes, we just want to see a pretty babe kicking back and simply doing what comes naturally. That’s where our brand new site, MetArt X, comes in.

No doubt you already know that our flagship site MetArt is the world’s most awarded nude site, packed with fresh-faced beauties. MetArt X was created in response to requests from members who asked to see the models in more explicit videos, while still staying true to the ethos of high-class, beautifully presented, natural girls.

So, here it is… MetArt X, starring some of the Network’s favourite girls, letting you watch as they stroke themselves to orgasm! Things get pretty hot and sticky… So far we’ve seen Mango fingering herself into a frenzy, Lola aka Dido riding a big vibrator, and Tess doing naked yoga outdoors, to name just a few of our superstar models. You’ll also find Michelle H, Patritcy, Talia Mint, Paula Shy… the list goes on and on!

It’s uninhibited, erotic and totally dedicated to self-pleasure – check it out and see what everyone’s talking about!

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The Other Woman, episode two

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

This is a continuation from episode one, which was posted on this blog on June 22nd 2016. The story so far: Following her husband’s funeral, Kari has an erotic encounter with his mistress, Rosaline. Kari’s emotions are in turmoil after their lovemaking.

The story continues…

Rosaline tilted Kari's face upwards and gently wiped away her tears. Kari's bosom heaved with sobs. Rosaline kissed her forehead, then took her hand and led her back inside. She sat Kari down on the bed and knelt on the floor. She took off Kari's shoes and soothed her aching feet. Rosaline took a moment to kick her own heels off and then set Kari's feet back on her lap. She pressed firmly over the soles and softly kissed her toes.

Kari was still sad, but the sensation was making her feel much better. Rosaline looked up at Kari as she peppered her ankles with gentle kisses. She began to kiss higher up her calves, soothing her muscles. She lingered at Kari's knees and ran her tongue over them.

Kari stroked up Rosaline's arms and took her face in her hands. She pulled Rosaline up and kissed her lips. She leaned back as Rosaline crawled on top of her, reaching behind Kari's head to unpin her hat and unravel her soft, lustrous hair. The scent of it fused her senses. She ran her fingers between the strands and massaged the crown of Kari’s head.

Kari licked her lips and leaned up to kiss Rosaline, sliding her hands up her torso, then abruptly lay back, still gripping Rosaline’s hips so her pussy was pulled down onto Kari’s face. Rosaline weakened at the touch of Kari’s tongue licking up and down over her pussy. She tipped forward, rounding her back and gripping the sheets as Kari whirled her tongue over her clit.

Kari reached between Rosaline's legs and circled her fingers around the opening of her pussy, spreading it apart. She inserted two fingers in Rosaline's pussy while sucking on her clit. Rosaline’s stomach muscles flexed as she absorbed each sensation. She ground down harder and started trembling over Kari's face as an orgasm exploded within her. Kari felt juice leak over her chin as Rosaline's pussy quivered over her mouth.

Rosaline moved down to kiss Kari hungrily, tasting herself on her lover’s lips. She turned around on top of her, leaning forward into a sixty-nine so she could run her tongue between Kari’s thighs while stroking her fingers over her clit. Kari was incredibly wet. Just the slightest touch made more juice trickle from the folds of her pussy. She was squirming like crazy, but Rosaline had her arms pinned with the weight of her legs, so she couldn’t move. All she could do was ball her fists and gasp out obscenities as Rosaline ate her.

Rosaline sucked Kari's clit fast and hard, making her shake with arousal. Her tongue started spinning faster over Kari’s pussy, pushing her relentlessly towards her climax. Kari’s hips bucked fiercely as her pussy exploded over Rosaline's mouth.

Kari finally broke free from the grip of Rosaline's ankles and sat up. She ran her hands over Rosaline's peachy ass and gave her cheeks a few firm slaps. Rosaline turned around again, still straddling Kari. She bit her bottom lip playfully and kissed her fervidly. Kari wrapped her arms around Rosaline and squeezed tight.

“That's how you want to play, huh?” Rosaline smiled. She pinned Kari's arms above her head and rocked down on her pussy, still twitching from coming so hard. She started grinding her hips on Kari's pelvis, working towards another orgasm.

“This was your husband's favourite thing about me...” Rosaline purred. “I don't ever stop!”

Kari's mood shifted drastically. “What the fuck did you just say?” she growled.

“You heard me,” Rosaline murmured.

Although it took all of Kari's strength to get up, she managed to grab Rosaline's wrists and squeezed them hard. Rosaline bit her lips in shock and breathed heavily. Kari slapped Rosaline’s face. She flipped them over, so she was on top; now it was Rosaline's arms that were pinned down.

“This is why he liked playing with you so much. Probably the only thing you're good for!” Kari scolded. “Isn't that right, you little slut?”

The insult made Rosaline furious. She shook Kari's hands away and dragged her nails across Kari's chest, leaving deep red trails over her milky skin. Kari groaned angrily and wrapped her hands around Rosaline's throat, pushing her back on the bed. Rosaline was helpless. All she could do was gasp what little air she could inhale and grab Kari's hips. She wriggled beneath Kari, pressing her pussy up against hers. Suddenly, Kari felt a stream of warm fluid spraying over her pussy.

“Did you just come all over me?” Kari gasped. “You like this! You like being fucked like a little tramp... don't you?” She was shocked to feel her anger coalesce with arousal.

Rosaline rocked her pussy up harder, moaning with excitement. Kari ground down harder over Rosaline's pussy as it leaked juice. Rosaline came again, so hard tears sprang into her eyes.

Rosaline sat up and kissed Kari wildly, grabbing two handfuls of her hair. She tilted Kari's face up and sank her teeth into her neck. Kari moaned lustfully as she felt her blood rise. The pain was so exquisite. Rosaline sucked harder, leaving bruises all over Kari's collarbone, and another right below her chin.

Kari crawled down and buried her face between Rosaline’s thighs. She sucked Rosaline's clit hard, making loud squishing sounds with her mouth. Then, she inserted two fingers deep inside her. Rosaline tried to break free as the sensations became overwhelming, but Kari wouldn't budge. Every time Rosaline tried to move, Kari held her tighter and fucked her harder. Rosaline was on the verge of another powerful orgasm. She had already reached her limit, but there was no getting away. All she could do was lie back and take it.

Kari sucked Rosaline's pussy as hard as she could, and inserted a third finger inside her, aiming them precisely at her G-spot. Then she inserted a fourth finger, moving her hand more rapidly, stretching Rosaline's pussy open. Rosaline screamed in ecstasy. She gripped the sheets firmly as she came vigorously over Kari's mouth, filling it with her juices. Kari wriggled up and spat the juice in Rosaline's face, making her gasp in shock.

Rosaline was so turned on, yet so enraged. Kari wanted to fuck her again, but as she came closer, she saw Rosaline's face switch to confusion. Rosaline started crying and held her hands out to Kari, gesturing her to stop.

“I'm so sorry!” she cried. “I don't know what came over me... I have to go.” Kari snapped back into reality as Rosaline grabbed her clothes and rushed out of the room.

Kari gazed at the bed sheets, marked all over with fresh soaked spots. She wiped the sweat from her face and lay down, feeling shocked and disoriented. She heard the door slam as Rosaline abruptly left the house.

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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Onirica, Episode One: Snow

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Alis Locanta's masterpieces featuring Alyssa Reece, Lola A and Tiffany Doll

A raging storm was unleashing its fury all night, knocking violently against Alyssa's fragile living room window.

Two o'clock in the morning, nothing but darkness outside and the howling wind. Alyssa couldn't sleep, and not just because of the storm. Something was holding her back – a subtle whisper, a voice, an alien idea wandering in the deepest and darkest corners of her mind, hounding her relentlessly and giving her respite only at the first light of dawn. 

"Why is this happening to me? Who is calling me from within?" she mused. Alyssa couldn't explain, but as soon as the sun was below the horizon, something began haunting her mind, her thoughts and even her most intimate feelings without mercy.

Alyssa loved writing, it was her passion, and she found it was the only thing she could do to tame the whispering – write, follow the flow of those mysterious thoughts. She couldn't understand them, they were whispering but not talking, telling her something but not with words… her mind couldn't understand, but her artistic heart could.

So at two o'clock in the morning, alone with the darkness, rain, thunder and lightning, Alyssa was sitting on the couch, wearing just a pair of white panties and a shirt. Her long bare legs were crossed, holding her laptop, while her hands flew over the keyboard, writing a story coming from a choir of unknown voices.

Alyssa was writing a story about a girl: Lola.

Alyssa had never met her, never heard about her, not even in dreams… who was Lola? Why was Alyssa so obsessed with her?

"Is she real? Why are they constantly talking about her? Will this ever end?"

Lola was beautiful beyond belief, with long blonde hair, a magical smile and a perfect sculpted body that could bring life even in the desert. Every night, Alyssa spent countless hours until the morning light describing Lola in detail. The whispers never mentioned her name, they never described her, but images of Lola arose in Alyssa's thoughts without any palpable source. As she was writing and imagining her, Alyssa was slowly developing a relationship with Lola. She was feeling something for Lola – was she real in some way?

A distant but violent crash of thunder made the window glass tremble. The only light was from a rusty desk lamp near the couch and the cold white glow of the TV, emitting a static signal. Alyssa's hands were writing, with her mind a silent spectator to the fantasy that was materializing on the screen... each night a different place, a different story, but always with Lola as the protagonist.

That night Lola was dancing, with spotlights illuminating her perfect beauty. She was on a stage, naked, covered in glitter and with a cloud of water droplets surrounding her and wetting her soft skin as the warm lights embraced her.

The more Alyssa let herself slip into the whispers, the more she wrote, and the more seductive, elegant and provocative Lola’s dancing became. She flexed her whole body like a ballerina, the amazing muscle of her thighs visible as she raised her leg up near her head, giving a quick glimpse of her juicy pussy.

She was dancing and dancing, in an eternal storm of beauty and passion; caressing her toned tummy, circling her bellybutton and almost fucking it with her index finger, touching her breasts, squeezing her hard nipples while her other hand played with her long golden hair. The more she danced, the more she teased and the more excited she became.

Alyssa's fingers didn’t stop traveling on the keyboard, never interrupting Lola's wonderful dance. As Lola's excitement grew, so did Alyssa's. Was Lola seducing Alyssa or was Alyssa just letting herself be driven by her imagination? It didn't really matter – the sexual excitement between them was real; so real that juice was now soaking Alyssa's panties.

Alyssa’s pussy was aching to get fucked, her thighs squeezing together, rubbing her clit against her sticky panties. Lola was dancing so sensually, constantly touching her shiny body. It was hard for them both to keep their hands from moving between their legs; but Lola couldn't masturbate on the stage and Alyssa couldn't stop writing, otherwise Lola would stop dancing for her. They were so close but so far apart at the same time.

Suddenly the TV stopped playing static and an image appeared.

The sound of a deep musical beat in the background, as if in a nightclub, distracted Alyssa from her writing and the warm glow from the TV caught her attention. What she saw on the TV screen made her heart beat like never before. Lola was dancing, just as she had imagined her, on the screen. Alyssa couldn't believe it. The voices were now louder in her mind. She dropped her laptop and moved toward the screen to investigate the image in every detail.

Lola was as perfect and wonderful as Alyssa has imagined: her smile, her charming eyes, long golden hair, perfect sculpted body – those strong thighs, her luscious ass, beautiful breasts and her pussy getting wetter and wetter.

"Is this real? Am I dreaming?" Alyssa couldn't believe what she was watching; her mind was refusing to trust her heart.

The lamp blinked. The whispers were getting louder.

Without warning, the image on the TV started to become disturbed. The static was slowly submerging the beautiful image of Lola dancing. Alyssa grew agitated. She began to shake the TV but the signal was getting weaker and weaker. She feared she would never discover the truth behind Lola’s mysterious appearance. As Lola was swallowed by the snowy desolation on screen, Alyssa couldn’t stand the noise of the static. She switched off the TV. Now there was nothing but silence around her.

The whispers in her mind were much more distant, and the rainstorm was over. There was a menacing quality to the silence; and it was still two o'clock in the morning. The TV was once again lit up by stormy static, the small light bulb barely lighting the room... and outside, nothing but silence.

"Follow the white light, Alyssa… follow it, jump into its nest!"

“What was that?” A subtle whisper, a stranger's androgynous voice deep inside Alyssa's mind; but this was different, she could understand the words… she could understand as it called her by name!

A distant white light appeared outside the window. She looked out, but could see nothing except that tiny, perfectly round dot of light. She couldn’t see the city, the trees, not even the sky, the moon or the stars. There was nothing but a huge void outside, the darkness broken only by the shining white light.

Her heart beating faster, Alyssa opened the window. A rapid cold breeze enveloped her body, stirring her hair, trespassing around her hips and between her naked thighs. The sudden cold gave her goosebumps, making her hard nipples push against her thin shirt.

"It's late, it's so late!" something was yelling. It was coming from the white light. Who could it be? Alyssa was nervous and agitated, she didn’t understand what was happening, but the whispers were still there, deep inside her mind and growing louder again.

"Follow it, follow it if you want to find what you've lost!"

Almost without thinking, feeling her mind once again being pushed back into the role of silent spectator, Alyssa climbed through the window. Instead of the soft lawn, her feet touched something that felt like a marble floor – cold, hard and slippery.

The window suddenly closed behind her, the noise of it slamming making her heart almost jump out of her chest.

"Where am I? This can't be real!" Now she couldn’t go back; she could only go on.

To be continued...

Many thanks to our member, Lex, 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 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.

To be continued...

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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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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    freeborn2 50 minutes ago

    Zoe is an instant ten for me: she looks so innocent, but she behaves like a seasoned performer... very hot indeed!

    it all makes me wish i was 21 again. and a lesbian instead of a guy.

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    Gary Bianco 2 hours ago

    Alis Locanta is the best ,her films are fantastic those. Sexart were excellent, so know I am enjoying Viv Thomas.

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    ole6gario12 4 hours ago

    Definitely a VT must. Videos are just getting better and better: the models, the wardrobe, the scripts, the intimate moments....

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    Larry 8441 5 hours ago

    I agree :-D it was amazing and I would loved to see it go on for longer and have the chance to see more "details" of their pussies rubbing as well ;-)

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    mimi 5 hours ago

    The last tribbing scene was the best. I was hoping they would do that! Alexa is hot!:)

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    Larry 8441 5 hours ago

    Wow what an extremely hot movie this is :-D

    This was really a huge beautiful surprise for me as some “very special things” that happened during this masterpiece totally drove me crazy, literally and let me tell something to master Alis: thank you and another ten million times thank you for having Alexa and Zoe, both incredibly horny and completely naked, with a bottle of oil and in a room “without a bed” :-D

    This whole movie is almost a dream coming true for me as most of the things that totally drive me crazy are here and to make it even more incredible, all this happen in betweens two of the most amazing, beautiful, perfect, gorgeous wonderful angels living on Earth: Alexa Tomas and Zoe Doll ;-)

    I’m sorry that I can’t write as much as I would love to about this, but this masterpiece totally got me so much I had to rewatch it countless times.. and I still have some issues in believing that is actually happening :-P
    Both Alexa and Tomas were pretty horny and into each other, personally I’m totally in love with Alexa’s “fetish” for anal play and fucking.. as I already wrote, anal play isn’t something I consider to be a true fetish of mine (like g spot finger fucking, tribbing and full nudity) and personally I do enjoy it a lot when it happens naturally, with both girls having and sharing the genuine desire to “get in there” :-P
    This the reason why I’m in love with girls like Alexa Tomas, Tiffany Doll and Amirah Adara.. anal is something they really really love ad enjoy and it’s clearly visible (and audible as well ;-) ).

    Totally loved the standing sex, the finger fucking and the anal action, totally totally loved the oil and please make more videos with standing action (g spot finger fucking and tribbing as well) and with a lot lot of oil and “wetness play” (shower scenes ;-) )

    Amazing and superb movie I’ll write about soon, dear master Alis.. bravo and thank you for this :-D

    Being 100% honest as I usually am there are two “flaws” in this movie (always in my very personal opinion), nothing that actually ruins the movie, instead two things that could’ve made it even hotter and that I really really hope to see in future movies with oil ;-)
    I’m talking about the “a bit softer that I expected” finger fucking and the “short tribbing”, but I’ll b more specific in my next comment ;-)
    Excuse me for this short comment but I promise I’ll be more detailed soon as I really loved this one and I hope we will see much more like this coming soon (“Distorted Reality” please :-D)

    Majestic masterpiece ;-)
    Dear Alis you really brought VT to a whole new quality level I couldn’t ever imagine and I’m really really “hungry” for more of your masterpieces :-D

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    ole6gario12 5 hours ago

    Super photo set. You make my day with 4 gorgeous goddesses and all that lingerie... ;)

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    Larry 8441 5 hours ago

    Thanks a lot Kat :-D I’m really happy that you liked my story and the “wild world of lust” in which Alyssa is literally “sucked in” ;-)
    I’m really excited for the next part as the heat will rise up to very high and “unexpected” levels :-D
    Also let me tell you that I’m totally loving your stories as well, excuse me for not commenting on them as much :-P but you write beautifully and I love all the passion in your stories ;-)
    Thanks a lot again for your nice words and I’m happy to know that you loved this idea :-D

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    Larry 8441 5 hours ago

    Dear Rose, again thank you thank you so much both for giving me this beautiful chance and for your wonderful words as they really means a lot to me :-D

    I really admire your work and the way you write (your stories on myerotica are driving me crazy and inspiring me a lot ;-) ), reading these beautiful words from someone as super special and extremely talented as you are is really making me happy, so thanks a lot :-)

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    michelle-n-jessica 6 hours ago

    ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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    michelle-n-jessica 6 hours ago

    we alway loving you vids ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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    Rose 12 hours ago

    Comment of the day :-) :-) :-)

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    Renegade 22 hours ago

    The plot isn't the only thing thickening. :P

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    Rose 1 day ago

    Such a great cast... Michelle is so expressive, her beautiful face reveals everything she's feeling. And Alexa, my number one girl crush, just drives me crazy! Zoe Doll is a hot new addition to VT too.

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    Kat_Vaughn 1 day ago

    Wow Lex! You have a wild imagination. I love it! This was very provocative! I especially loved the part about the mirrors with "multi-Alyssa's" at play. I had a vivid image of that...it really turned me on! :)

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    mimi 2 days ago

    Great!

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    Godumbe1 2 days ago

    The analingus looked fake to me!

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    fer_realz 2 days ago

    ...looks like the plot is thickening nicely here!

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    Rose 2 days ago

    This is from episode three of 'Lesbian Bachelorette' – introducing the very cute Zoe Doll, with my number one girl crush Alexa Tomas :-)

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    Rose 2 days ago

    Amazing story, Lex... so hot!

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