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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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    B.A.M. 17 hours ago

    Wow! Thank You Vendula!

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    C.C. and Dee 19 hours ago

    We love Sandra Shine, but I have to add this -
    Between 21 and 22 mins, when Blue is riding Sarah's face, the camera alternates TOO FAST between super closeup and wide angle . The stunning wide angle shot showing a side view of Blue riding Sarah is cut so short, we only get 3 quick clips of 6 seconds each! THIS WAS SO FRUSTRATING. Alternating back and forth every few seconds only makes us seasick.
    Please, next time, give viewers 20-40 seconds for each camera angle, so we can actually enjoy it.
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    C.C. and Dee 20 hours ago

    Dear Sandra Shine,
    We have one major problem with this beautiful film -
    When Blue reaches orgasm while riding Sarah's face (at 22.50 min) the camera zooms in on Blue's face (and only Blue's face). We never get to see Blue's hips thrusting at the moment of orgasm, and we never get to see Sarah hungrily enjoying the orgasm on her lips.
    Yes, Blue does have a beautiful face during climax, but to fully enjoy the moment of orgasm, we as viewers wanted to see ALL of both women during Blue's orgasm - we want to see ALL of Blue's body thrusting, as well as Sarah's mouth as Blue orgasms on it, and Sarah's bodily reaction !

    SO PLEASE - when it comes time for orgasm, have the camera go wide and show ALL of both women during one's climax. This way, all viewers have the chance to focus on any part of these women they wish to see during orgasm.

    Otherwise, beautiful chemistry. We love Blue Angel, and her new partner Sarah. We would love to see more videos with them.
    Thank you, CC and Dee

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    GeoJohnny 1 day ago

    I have loved blue angel, since the first time I saw her in a video...which was a video about being in her first video costarring lisa/ cameron cruise

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    Leslove 2 days ago

    I think you will see more ladies line up for a shot at Sarah Cute. Sexy, cute and desirable.

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    harryben19 2 days ago

    Wow ! A dream come true. Such a great partnership, Sarah really rises to the occasion too. There is something about Blue that is almost magical, and real authenticity i.e. she genuinely enjoys making love to women. The pleasure is real.

    Now, please tell us that Blue will be coming back. Maybe a series like Alyssa's ? Here's to hoping.

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    Rose 2 days agoCommunity Staff

    She's back! And hotter than ever :-)

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    Rose 2 days agoCommunity Staff

    We have contacted her to request them :-)

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    Leslove 2 days ago

    Blue Angel stats please? She's been around long enough to have some.

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    HolmesVT 3 days agoCommunity Staff

    I love Sarah. She always seems so into it.

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