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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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