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Selfie Love

Erotic fiction inspired by Shrima Malati and Jenny Ferri in “Intimate Touch

Lesbian lovers Shrima and Jenny are only in their early 20s, and still exploring their sexuality together. They’re a fun couple and love experimenting and trying new things.

What began as some fooling around in the bedroom on a hot summer afternoon escalated into one of their most erotic experiences. Shrima was lying on the bed in her panties, staring at her phone, taking selfies and editing them for fun. She was so engrossed in her phone that she didn’t notice Jenny standing in the doorway of the bathroom. Jenny watched her slender, sexy partner, eyes raking over her body as Shrima wriggled on the bed, lifting one leg and then the other. Jenny found herself getting aroused by the sight of Shrima’s tight white panties, bulging around her pussy mound.

Jenny crossed to the bed and climbed on at the foot as Shrima looked up from her snaps. The prone brunette smiled as her lover crawled in bra and panties to straddle her thighs.

“Let me take a picture,” said Jenny, reaching out to snatch Shrima’s cellphone from her hand.

“Hey!” Shrima complained, laughing, trying to grab her phone back.

“Uh, uh,” Jenny admonished, holding the phone above her head and wrestling Shrima’s hands back. “Not until I’ve got some good ones.”

Shrima clasped her hands to her bare breasts, and pouted for the camera as Jenny snapped away. Then Jenny reached down and pulled at Shrima’s hands.

“Come on, babe. Don’t be shy…” she coaxed. Shrima giggled nervously and let Jenny pull one arm from her chest, but refused the other. “Don’t be silly, this is your phone. Who’s going to see them but you?” urged the horny photographer.

Shrima could feel the heat of Jenny’s pussy on her thighs, and her eyes involuntarily scanned her lover’s body, roaming down over her breasts, to the panty-covered mound that was pressing down on her legs. Was Jenny beginning to rub herself against Shrima? Could she feel her pussy getting hotter?

She let Jenny pull her other hand away and take a picture of her breasts. Then she took her camera back to look at the pictures.

“Now let me take some of you,” Shrima said, turning the cellphone on Jenny. Her girlfriend was a much more willing subject, unclasping her bra immediately and posing proudly for the camera.

“Want a close up?” she purred suggestively, leaning over until her nipple was brushing the phone.

“Hey, behave yourself!” laughed Shrima, but she didn’t really mean it. She liked it. She wanted Jenny to come even closer, and she pulled her down by the shoulders, dropping the phone on the bed beside her and lifting her face to let her lips meet Jenny’s nipple as it came closer to her mouth.

Jenny smiled down at her sweetheart as Shrima licked her nipple and sucked it gently into her mouth. She could feel it stiffen and pressed herself further forward, wanting Shrima to suck harder. Shrima sensed her lover’s desire as much as her own, kissing each breast, sucking on Jenny’s nipples, one hand squeezing. Her other hand made a move for Jenny’s ass, caressing her cheeks.

Jenny responded to the touch, grinding her pussy against Shrima’s leg, lust taking control quickly. Her hands slid down Shrima’s body, fingers searching for her nipples, tweaking them hard, communicating through touch just how horny she was for Shrima.

Shrima pressed her leg against Jenny’s crotch, wanting to turn her on even more, letting her know that she wanted her pussy to soak her thigh. Her hand came around to stroke Jenny’s pussy through her panties. Jenny sat up, looking down at her girlfriend, smiling and biting her lip. She took Shrima’s hand and pressed the fingers harder against her pussy, rubbing herself on them. 

Shrima tried to slide her hand into Jenny’s panties but it was too awkward an angle for her to do so comfortably, and so Jenny kneeled up and pulled her underwear down as far as she could. Then she grabbed the phone and Shrima’s hand, guided the hand to her pussy and began to snap away, taking shot after shot of Shrima’s hand as the fingers thrust inside her.

Shrima’s fingers were wet with Jenny’s pussy juice, and she brought them to her mouth to lick them clean as Jenny captured the moment. It gave her an idea. She took her panties off, then straddled her lover once more, climbing up her body to plant her wet, gaping, smooth-shaved pussy on Shrima’s mouth. Shrima wanted to make her orgasm, and eagerly licked her clitoris, sliding her tongue inside the tight, warm slot, trying hard to get as deep inside her as she could.

Jenny could barely contain herself, writhing on her lover’s face, trying to control her shaking enough to take pictures; but the sight of Shrima, dark brown eyes staring into the camera, her tongue deep inside Jenny’s hole, was too much. Jenny came hard and loud, squeezing the cellphone tight in her hand, unable to tap it anymore.

With her orgasm subsiding, Jenny idly ground her wet pussy over Shrima’s mouth, and Shrima continued to lick her slit.

“Mmm, yeah. That was hot,” purred Jenny. “I think I’ll keep this phone for myself now. These pictures will be great for when you’re not around.”

Shrima pushed her off and grabbed at the phone. The lovers laughed and bounced around the bed, playful once more.

 

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Black Fox: naked passion among the trees

Erotic fiction inspired by Black Fox in “Kimono

She slips between the trees like a whisper on the wind. Glimpses of her pale skin and coal black hair as she darts from shadow to shadow.

I stand as still as the day, watching for her, waiting. I hear her laughter behind me, from a distance. Then I see her again, dashing from cover, the flesh of her legs flashing through her kimono.

I close my eyes and breathe. I will play her game if that is what she wants. I will not move, I will not open my eyes again until I have her in my arms. I will wait for the moment to come when she will stand before me and risk capture. It is only a matter of time.

She is close, I can sense it, closer than she has been. I hear her prowling behind me, the swish of her silks, a twig snapping under foot. A giggle and then, behind my ear, her warm breath. Her fingers slip through my hair briefly. And then she is away, running from me.

It is an age of silence as I stand and wait. I have lost all sense of her. She may have left me alone here… And then I hear her robe open, no more than a foot in front of me, falling to the ground, and I sense her stepping within my grasp. She wants to be caught. I lunge forward, arms whipping up quick as lightning, to wrap around her naked body and pull her against me.

“I am yours,” she whispers in my ear, and I open my eyes. She is naked in my arms, arching her back, her breasts pushed upwards to my face, her belly and thighs pressed against mine. Now it is her turn to stand and wait.

I release my grip and leave her there, naked, arms by her side, watching me. I take hold of her hair and walk around her, letting it run through my fingers like fine sand. Her shape arouses me, hips and waist working together to thicken my shaft. My fingers slide down her back, one tracing the cleft of her buttocks.

Stepping close behind her, I place both hands on her hips and move them up her waist, under her arms, finding her breasts, squeezing her nipples between my fingers. She breaks her silence with a gasp of pleasure and surprise.

I push myself forward, let her feel my burgeoning growth in my pants, press it against her rear. She pushes herself back against me, her desire made clear. It is so, she is ready and willing.

Now I undo my pants and pull my cock free. It is hard in my hands, excited by her body, hungry to be inside her. Reaching for her hands, I guide them to her buttocks and have her grasp her cheeks firmly. With one hand, I hold her hip, the other I use to push her forward. She bends for me, her hands tugging her cheeks apart as she folds her body. 

I use my foot to guide her feet apart. She is splayed before me. Her ass, her pussy, it is all for me. I will use her as I wish and she will do as I please. With my hand, I brush myself against her, stroking the head of my cock over her lips and higher, up to her ass, tapping on her tightest hole. She braces, I feel her shrink at my touch then relax. She would welcome me there. I leave my cock poised at her ass, an old friend at her door, but I do not enter. I do not want her ass today. It is enough to feel her submit to me.

I return to her pussy, using the top of my shaft and tip to rub against her lips. I do this until I see and feel her lips begin to part. The rough friction of skin on skin gives way to the smooth heat of her juice as her lips open for me and I am coated in her slick lubricant.

This is how I will have her. Letting go of my dick, I leave it resting against her, waiting for her to understand. She is to do all the work, bent over, gripping her ass open, pushing herself back and forth over me until she is ready to swallow my root inside her.

We stand like this for a moment before she understands. Then she begins moving, slowly, over my shaft, her body beginning to feel the rhythm, hips working, each brush stroke opening her up further.

Now I am ready. All I need do is tighten my muscle and I am taken inside. She shows some resistance, her entrance too tight to take me fully, but her willingness to have me drives her to push hard against me until I am fully enclosed. She cries out, a loud, sharp intake of breath to break the stillness of the woods.

I admire her ass, consider her anus. I contemplate a finger, should I probe her asshole with one? And as I enjoy her display, she moves faster, drawing her body all the way along me, almost losing me from inside before thrusting back to take me completely.

She works harder, her breathing louder, moans bursting uncontrollably from her mouth. She begins to thrust hard enough to topple me backwards. I am ready.

I take hold of her hips now, pull her harder onto me, fuck her with all of my strength. I cum. It is hot and powerful, enough to make me hold her tight, grip her tight against me as I unload inside of her. She struggles, desperate for her own orgasm, and her struggling, or perhaps my own dominant refusal to let her have her way, makes her cum too.

When I am done, I pull myself from her. She knows not to move until I say so, and I do not let her stand or release her grip until I have watched my seed spill from her. It rolls down her thighs, glistening in the dappled sunlight. And only when it has run its course do I allow her to stand and dress.

 

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My busty girlfriend keeps me on the edge…

Erotic fiction inspired by Rachel Adjani and Tindra Frost in “Hosiery

Rainy days and lazy days with nothing to do but lie around in bed are always fun when Tindra is home. See, when Tindra is bored, she gets to thinking about ways to make the day more interesting, and that always means sex. I’m more your wriggle down among the pillows and open a good book kind of girl. I like to get warm and snuggly and lose myself in another world. But Tindra always manages to get my attention.

It was a Sunday and so that meant a late breakfast and some lazy internet browsing until it was obvious that the rain wasn’t going to let up and there was nothing to do but stay in and ignore it.

I went back to bed with my book and Tindra disappeared somewhere else inside the apartment. Our bedroom has these sliding doors with opaque glass in them; out of the corner of my eye, I could see Tindra moving around behind them, but I thought nothing of it until I realized that she’d been there for an awful long time.

Like the girl in those old Bond movie credits, she was dancing around in silhouette, all sexy shapes. Was she naked behind the glass? I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care, though. This was way more interesting than my book.

I watched her move slowly, arms over her head, hips bumping and grinding, body gyrating. She would turn and bend over, sticking her gorgeous little tush out, then stand up and press her voluminous titties up against the glass, swaying to get them in profile so I could marvel at how big and beautiful they were. I dropped my book and my hand went for my pussy; I started stroking myself though my panties, just teasing, not going too fast.

And that’s when she opened the doors. My goodness, if I wasn’t already playing with myself, what I saw when those doors opened would have had me reaching for my favorite sex toy. Tindra was wearing this hot pink bra and panties set, with stockings and garters I’d never seen before. She looked so damn sexy as she stood there in the doorway, arms resting on the frame.

Neither of us said a word as she came over, climbing on at the foot of the bed and crawling her way up to me. We kissed, mouths open, tongues dancing together, and Tindra invited me to undo her bra when she hung her breasts in my face.

Once I had her topless, her large, full tits brushed my face invitingly. I sucked on her nipples, taking each into my mouth and making them stiff between my lips. She pulled my T-shirt up over my titties and rubbed her nipples on mine, her eyes holding my gaze.  She loves doing this, and I like it too, it makes my nipples so hard.

Tindra picked up my book and tossed it onto the floor. “Books are so boring,” she said, and made her way back down my body, kissing my belly. Her hands found my panties and she stroked my pussy through them, feeling their dampness.

As she touched me, I came alive, so eager for her to go further. I began to wriggle, shifting my hips, silently asking her to strip me naked and fuck me. Tindra hooked her fingers inside my panties and pulled them down as I lifted myself off the bed to help her.

She giggled and threw my panties aside, then fell silent as she admired my shaved, wet sex. She leaned in and dipped her tongue between my plump lips. She pulled her curled tongue up through my lips, pressing it hard against my clit, making me squirm harder.

I was so horny for her then, I bucked my pussy at her, trying to fuck her face, trying to rub my clit over her tongue or force her to push her tongue inside me. But Tindra knows how to read me, and kept me on the edge with her gentle teasing, knowing she was just making me want her more and more.

After a while she sat up and climbed over me, straddling my body and moving slowly until her pussy was right over my face. I reached up and pulled her panties aside to have her sexy pussy lips right in front of me. I sucked on them, wetting them with my saliva, my hands on her big tits, plucking her nipples as she reached back and stroked my slit.

It felt so good that I soon forgot to eat her out and just lay there with her lips right in front of my mouth, breathing hard over her hot flesh as her fingers worked on my pussy. She knew she had me then, and went down to eat me, gleeful in her attention, wrapping my legs over her shoulders so she could really get deep. Her tongue dipped into me, pushing in and out, her tongue piercing hitting the spot every time. She used it to tease my clit, spreading her tongue flat and dragging it all the way up my pussy, spreading me open, the hard metal ball slipping and sliding over my clit. It felt so fucking good, I had to sit up and grab her head, pulling her harder against me.

That’s how I came, with my hand behind her head, thrusting hard into her face as she sucked greedily on my pussy, giving my clit all the attention I silently begged for. I fell back against the pillow, a spent force.

Tindra kissed me some more and draped her tits in my face again.

“Suck my nipples again,” she whispered, her breasts like ripe fruits hanging over me. I did as she asked, listening to her murmur her delight. Her hand found its way back to my pussy and she took some of my pussy juice and smeared it over her nipples, making me lick my own cream off her soft boobs.

I could feel my pussy tingling, and knew that I could orgasm again right now, have her eat my pussy all over again and shake with pleasure beneath her tongue. Tindra slid back down, her breasts stroking over my body, nipples hard against my skin. She smiled up at me and pressed her tits against my pussy, stiff nipples brushing my clit in turn, sliding down between my wet lips to nudge at my hole.

This was new, and very exciting. Her nipples were so hard against my clit, rubbing and stroking. She used each breast in turn, coating them in my wetness, rubbing her nipples over my clit while I watched, wishing she would finger me – knowing that if she slipped a finger inside me now I would orgasm so loud the whole street would hear.

And then, right as I was about to reach down and do it myself, she got up off the bed and walked backwards out of the room, breasts glistening with pussy juice.

“I’ll be back…” she whispered as she shut the doors. Behind the opaque glass, she danced for me some more, lifting her titties up to her face. She turned to profile so I could see that she was licking my juice off her breasts, and sucking her own nipples.

Then she stepped back further and faded from view.

Oh, rainy days are never dull with Tindra around…

 

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Rachel’s talented tongue

Erotic fiction inspired by Mandy in “Delightful

Last week my husband was away on business with some of his work colleagues and one of their wives, let’s call her Rachel for the sake of anonymity, asked if she could come over while the guys were away to hang out.

That was fine with me; she’s a good-looking girl, a little younger than me, with a bubbly personality. I had enjoyed her company at last year’s Softball Saturday and was happy to spend time getting to know her better.

Rachel came over on Thursday night and we laughed over dinner about anything and everything. She was just as I remembered her – good fun, and great company. After we finished eating, we went into the living room. But when I sat down in an armchair, expecting Rachel to sit on the couch, she came and knelt on the floor in front of me.

For a moment I thought it was cute; maybe she just preferred to sit on the floor. But when I saw the way she looked up at me, and how close she was to me, I suspected there was a lot more to it than that.

I’m a horny little devil with an eye for the ladies as well as the men, so I was definitely intrigued. But I needed to be certain that the way she was looking up at me with those big, beautiful eyes of hers, sipping from her wine glass and smiling at my every word, meant what I thought it meant: “I want to eat your pussy and feel you cum on my face.”

I thought I’d try something out, just to test the water. Slowly and deliberately, I parted my thighs and hitched up my dress, sliding it up my thighs until Rachel, if she wanted to, could look up my skirt. Then, as I was talking, I ran a finger down over my cleavage, tracing the outline of my dress around my chest. Rachel’s eyes flicked down from my face to watch my finger walking; then further, to my crotch, where they lingered just a little too long to be a glance. Bingo…

I watched her as my hand drifted down to my hem, where I slid it up all the way until Rachel had a clear view of my panties. Then I ran one finger gently over my pussy, feeling my lips through my cotton briefs.

Rachel’s eyes followed my finger down and watched every slow movement it made. I saw her drinking me in and noticed her cheeks begin to flush, her chest rising as she breathed in deeply.

“Why don’t you come closer?” I said.

She put her wine glass down and shuffled nearer, her chin inches from my knees. She looked up into my eyes and bit her lip. I put my hands on my thighs.

“Don’t be shy,” I said, smiling down at her.

She leaned in and kissed my inner thigh, her lips brushing my skin, inching forward until she was petting my pussy through my panties. Her tongue flicked out, searching for my groove.

“Let me see you,” she whispered, sitting back.

This was the moment when I would be exposed, physically and emotionally. If I were to undress now while she was kneeling in front of me, I would be the only one naked. Would I be the one in the position of power, or would she?

Her tongue’s searching for me through my panties had made me wet; I could feel my juice seeping out. Her touch had decided for me. I lifted my ass from the chair and pulled my dress off over my head. Then I unhooked my bra and dropped it into her lap.

“Take them off for me,” I said, gesturing down at my panties, lifting my hips out of my seat. Rachel’s face lit up and she reached up to pull my underwear off. Now I was totally naked with this hot girl kneeling at my feet.

It was time for me to assert myself. I lifted one leg and draped it over the arm of the chair. “Eat me,” I said.

Rachel played the submissive role well, walking on her knees right up to me, her face making for my pussy as my hands took hold of her head and held her there. Her tongue parted my pussy lips, smearing my juices up to my clit. She sucked on it, pursing her lips and flicking the tip of her tongue over it. I suddenly wanted to treat her roughly, to use her for my own personal gratification and see if she got off on being dominated the way I suspected she would. I wasn’t going to touch her; she was going to eat me, make me cum and then leave unsatisfied.

I raised my hips to give her more room and pushed her head tighter against me, gripping her hair. Rachel’s tongue pushed inside my hole and I wriggled my hips, trying to get it as deep as I could. Her nose pressed against my clit; she was struggling to breathe, but that just seemed to spur her on.  

It felt good. This girl really knew how to eat pussy. I hooked my hands behind my knees, and lifted them up high so I was as exposed as I could get. Rachel raised up higher, pleased that she could get her tongue even further inside me, and began to fuck me with it, dipping it in and out, her head bobbing like she was sucking a cock – like a hummingbird seeking nectar.

She was getting me off and I was growing into my dominant role with every second that passed. Suddenly, I pushed her away and she knelt back down, hands in her lap, awaiting further instructions.

I shifted in my seat, turning around to kneel in it, pushing my ass back at her. “Lick my asshole,” I said, nervous that it could all go wrong now and my little fuck buddy would get scared and run away.

But Rachel, for all her cute and innocent demeanor, proved she was a nasty girl and just dived right in. Her hands rested on my ass cheeks and her tongue began to whirl around my anus, teasing me with licks and jabs, darting back to my pussy to lap at me from my clit up to my hole. Then she was tonguing my ass greedily, trying to get right inside my tight pucker… and succeeding.

I had one hand on the chair, the other reaching back to pull her hair. I was moaning and gasping loudly, so into it. Rachel’s hand moved over my ass, a finger pressing against my clit, another pushing at my pussy hole, probing inside, making me tense in anticipation. I wanted her deep.

“Fuck me with your fingers!” I said, my voice coming out high and breathless. Rachel did as she was told, pushing two fingers inside me, soft moans coming from her as she ate my ass. She was enjoying herself back there.

I ground myself against her face, my pussy gaping as her fingers delved deep, her thumb rubbing my clit hard. I could feel my orgasm rising and I began thrusting back onto her fingers vigorously. Rachel made her tongue hard, pointing it at my asshole as I bucked on her face, rocking on her fingers and her tongue, both my holes wet and throbbing.

When I came, it was loud enough for my neighbors to hear me through the paper-thin walls, but I didn’t care. It felt incredible. What a way to spend a Thursday evening, with the tongue of a beautiful woman up my ass and her fingers deep in my pussy.

Rachel held still until I had finished cumming and climbed off her, then continued to kneel before me as I sat back in my chair, smiling. I dressed slowly, watching her kneeling there. When I was fully clothed again I bent down and kissed her, tasting my juice from her lips.

“You’re a good girl, Rachel. Come back again some time and you can eat my ass as much as you like,” I said. Then I took her by the hand, helped her up, and led her to the front door, giving her a little pat on the ass by way of pushing her out of the house.

I’m sure my sweet little submissive won’t be able to resist coming back for another taste. I considered telling my husband about her, but I think I’ll keep her all to myself…

 

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Cabin Fever

Erotic fiction inspired by Jia Lissa in “Morning Dew

Jia had asked if we could spend the weekend in a log cabin out in the middle of nowhere, as her Valentine’s gift. She’s a massive fan of classic 80s horror movies and, far from being terrified of staying in a lonely cabin in the woods, she had affixed a romantic vision to the idea that could not be torn down no matter how many monsters might be lurking.

I found a wonderful place, a sweet cabin nestled under a canopy of pines set back from a bubbling brook that ran on to a small lake not 50 meters from the cabin’s porch. It was a long drive, and by the time we’d arrived, met with the owners to pick up the keys at the main lodge and found our way down to the cabin, it was getting dark and cold.

I got a fire going in the hearth and Jia poured the drinks, but I soon fell asleep on the couch. A long week of work and an equally long drive will do that to a girl. I woke up to Jia badgering me to go to bed, and let her bully me out of my clothes and between the sheets, where I promptly fell asleep again.

I woke up early to the dawn’s light spilling through the thin drapes, and Jia’s beautiful face staring down at me. She lay on the bed beside me, already up and wearing a denim dress, twirling her long red hair between her fingers, stroking it over her mouth as she rested her head on one hand.

“Morning, honey. You want some coffee?” she asked.

“Mmm…”

“I’ll go fix you a cup, then we can go explore!” Jia said, her face lighting up as she bounced off the bed. She’s always been an early riser, whereas I’m more of a grumpy bear first thing in the morning. No coffee, no happy, right?

I got out of bed, grumbled to myself about the early hour, pulled on some clothes without much thought, and only then did I glance at the window and think about where we actually were. Opening the drapes, I was greeted by the glorious sight of an early morning pine forest. Wow…

I stood and stared, until the smell of coffee drew me out of the room. Jia buzzed around me as I drank it, chattering about all the things she wanted to do, and as soon as I was finished she was dragging me outside.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she said as she led me away from the cabin through the trees.

“It sure is, but not as beautiful as you…”

At that, she stopped in her tracks and turned to face me. An idea formed, flashing over her face, and she wandered away from me, her thumbs hooked inside the straps of her dress, to lean against a tree trunk.

“We’re all alone out here…” she said, smiling naughtily. I’d seen that look on her face before and I knew what it meant. I felt her gaze on me, and my nipples started to get hard. She looked straight at me and bit her lip, then pulled the straps of her dress off her shoulders and let them slide down her arms and hang from her hips.

“Happy Valentine’s weekend,” she said, a sparkle in her eyes, and then she dropped her dress to the floor. My sexy little girlfriend wasn’t wearing any panties. The sun shone through the thin strip of red pubic hair that sat above her pussy.

Jia leaned back against the tree and began to stroke her pussy, one finger softly feeling its way along the ridges of her lips. I could watch her touch herself all day and was tempted to just stand there and see what she would do, but the way she was looking at me was making me wet too.

I took my time reaching her, though, enjoying the way she looked at me, the way her finger reached her clit and circled it, the way her body shifted in anticipation of my touch. I stood over her, my hand resting against the tree over her head, and leaned in to kiss her. Jia’s tongue slipped inside my mouth and found mine. My other hand circled her waist and I ran my fingers up inside her top, seeking out her soft breasts, finding her nipples already stiff.

Jia’s free hand rested on my shoulder until I let my hand slide down her body to her crotch to mirror her own, placing my finger on hers, feeling her touch herself. Then she slid her hand under my cashmere sweater, groping my breasts. I took over her pussy play, bending her finger and mine to dip inside her. She was wet and warm, turning me on so much that my desire took over and my tongue pushed deep into her mouth, suddenly greedy to taste her.

We broke our kiss and Jia stared right into my eyes and moved her hand away from her pussy, letting me take control. We stood gazing at each other like this as I fingered her hole, watching her biting her lip, her breathing growing heavy. She ground her pussy onto my hand, squeezing my tits harder.

I stepped back to take off my sweater and pants, and Jia took off her top and sat on her dress on the ground, lying back and stroking her clit as she looked up at me. I couldn’t get over how beautiful she was, or how hot she looked when she was naked and horny, touching her wet pussy.

“Come and stand over me…” she said, fingering herself deeper. “It’s time to give you your first Valentine’s gift.”

I did just as I was told, standing over her body as she sat up and kissed my thighs. Her tongue licked its way towards my shaved pussy and I opened my legs further and ran my fingers through her hair. Jia ate pussy like a magician able to conjure sensations from my body that I had never known existed. I gasped as her tongue played over my clit, spreading my juices all over me, wetting my lips. I felt her tongue delve inside my groove, her fingers pressing urgently on my clit, and then she ducked between my legs and came up kneeling behind me, parting my ass cheeks and licking my tight pucker.

Oh fuck! I love it when she surprises me like this. I like having my asshole licked, it’s such an intense sensation, and Jia saves it for special occasions like this. I had to bend over, reaching out with both arms for a tree to brace myself against, as Jia licked my asshole. It was so exciting, out in the open, with my beautiful girlfriend naked on her knees eating my ass and pussy. My mind raced. What if someone saw us? What if the cabin owners came down to check on us? What would they think?

Then Jia pushed two fingers into my pussy and thrust her tongue up my asshole and I just lost it completely. The incredible sensations she was giving me, coupled with the daring feeling of doing it outdoors, pushed me over the edge and I came so hard that I yelled, pushing back hard on her, trying to get her tongue and finger as far inside me as I could.

I had to hold on tight to the tree as my orgasm washed over me, pulsing through my body. When I was able to, I turned around and looked down at Jia who was sitting back, one hand stroking her pussy, smiling up at me.

“Did you like your present?” she asked. “And it’s not even breakfast time yet. What else do you think I’ve got in store for you today…?” And she licked her own pussy juices off her finger. Did I tell you how much I love my Valentine’s girl?

 

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Late One Night

Erotic fiction inspired by Black Fox in “Vivid

Sunday night I was just lounging around like a lizard when I got a ping! on my phone.

-Hey I need a favor. What are you doing?

It was my girl Nadia who worked the bikini coffee stand. Crazy girl, but lots of fun...

-Nothing, wassup?

-I just need a place to crash

-No problem come on over

A few minutes later, Nadia showed up lugging her overnight bag. She was on her way home from a weekend trip, and her roommate had her key.

“Thanks Greg!” she said, smiling that bright smile in scarlet lipgloss, her long dark hair hanging down over her breasts. She looked around, taking in the large, lived-in apartment.

“Damn! That was a looong drive back!” She flopped in a chair and pulled her boots off. “Can I take a shower?”

“Sure, go ahead. Listen, you take my bedroom and I'll sleep on the couch.”

“No way! You’re so tall, you'll never fit. Your bed is huge. We can share.”

It was late, so I got into bed and I must have dozed off because the next moment Nadia was bouncing on the bed in her pink bra and panties.

“Hey Nadia, remember what we talked about, okay? I'm too old for you.”

“I remember. Relax, I won't bite,” she giggled.

So we settled in under the covers in the dark, back to back, nice and comfy. We gave each other some pats and then held hands for a minute. I tried to sleep but that never works. Then I felt a chin on my shoulder.

“Still awake, Greg? I can't sleep. Want to talk?”

She told me about her trip. Soon she was snuggled right up to me. I tried not to think about her breasts squished into my side. It got harder not to think about her body as she told me about getting tipsy with her friends and dancing on the stage, kissing, then going back to the dancers’ dressing room…

“You like girls, Nadia?”

“Sure! I like guys too. But girls are so much fun! I can’t decide who the sex is better with...” I felt her arm go around my waist. “Actually my best time was with both, at a festival, my girlfriend and her boyfriend, in their tent. I came so many times. What was your best ever sex?”

I knew exactly what to tell. “Long time ago, back in my Santa Cruz days. I had an affair with a very horny married lady, very hot. Tall, blonde... she introduced me to anal sex, among other things...”

All the talk about sex was affecting me, not to mention Nadia's warm closeness. I shifted to free up my boner; my boxers were getting tight.

“One night we really went at it. I totally worked on her ass. Fingering it, and then I ate her out with two fingers in her ass and she just went nuts. I like that a lot; when a girl comes hard when I do her. Really gets me going. So then she was ready and she turned over and I was able to slide into her ass. We went really slow, but soon I got my whole cock in. That was amazing!”

Nadia's eyes never left me, but inside my pants her fingers had encircled me and were slowly stroking.

“At first it was super tight, hard to move, but then it got easier. Her ass was so tight I got very turned on and I came really hard...” It was a great memory. Nadia shifted around and straddled me and I felt her warm lips around my cock while she stroked me. Her knees were on either side of me and I could feel the warmth of her sex on my face in the dark and I knew she was wet. I reached up and pulled her panties down, squeezing her firm cheeks in my hands. Nadia has a cute bubble butt and I could feel her smooth skin tugging on my unshaven cheeks when I pulled her down and nuzzled my face up in there.

My tongue found sweetness inside her puffy outer lips. Tasting her smooth little opening when she was horny was so life-affirming. Unable to see a thing, I felt my way around familiar places and found her hole with my fingertips and massaged it softly while lapping at her clit insistently. Nadia had focused and had a great rhythm going, sliding me into the back of her mouth along her lavishly wet tongue. She started to rock back and forth and I used that motion to push a finger into her ass, rolling it around while tongue-flicking her clit hard.

She reached back to grab my hair and hold me close, my arm around her waist, and then she broke out in shivers, just about smothering me with her pussy, moaning and gasping. I caught my own breath in gasps and Nadia sped up her stroking and sucking. I couldn't hold it in any longer, so I let go and let the cold fire burn through me until I felt her licking my shaft clean.

We cuddled, her warm, semen-flavored lips on mine, her tongue exploring mine to taste her own pussy. She took off her damp, tangled underwear, her soft boobs squashed against my chest. Arms around each other, we dove in again, lips to lips, body to body. Her hips were rolling, leaving a wet streak on my thigh, and she was bringing me to life, my rod extending, getting firm again in her demanding hands.

She lay back, pulling me on top of her, feet on my chest then over my shoulders, and she took hold and guided me in. She was so tight, but very wet, so I could move inside her. I felt like I was 21 again as I pounded her G-spot, making her climax hard and long. Her thrashing around lit my fuse again and I came with a slow rush, feeling her get all wet and sloppy.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, sweating. I wrapped around her in spoons, my hand cupping her breast, buried my face in her hair, and I was out.

Well don't you know it, next morning she was gone. Snuck out and didn’t even wake the dog. When it got light I saw the only thing she’d left, her pink panties tangled in the sheets. I took a pic on my phone and sent it to her. She told me to keep them safe for her…

 

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Oiled up for pleasure

Erotic fiction inspired by Julia Roca and Ena Sweet in “Oiled

It took a moment to recognize Julia on a Friday night in the skincare aisle of the pharmacy. When she finally noticed I was staring at her she looked up with eyes that also took a moment to warm.

“Oh, hi,” she said with a glowing smile.

“Julia, right?” I said, glowing back.

“Yeah, Ena, isn’t it?” she said. “It’s been, what, a year?”

“About that,” I said.

Julia was dating Todd at the time. I was dating Jeff. Todd and Jeff were buddies. Their idea of a good time was meeting up at a sports bar for wings and beers with a wall of football games in front of them... and a side of girls.

“How is Todd?” I asked.

Julia shook her head and gave me a look like I had mentioned he who shall not be named.

“How is Jeff?” she said.

“Same,” I said, raising my eyebrows.

“Well, at least it looks like you got a hot date in that cute dress,” said Julia, eyeing a massive bottle of red wine and a block of dark chocolate in my basket.

“No, this is what passes as date night for me and Freckles,” I said, holding up a can of gourmet cat food. “And you? Where are you off to with that big bottle of...”

“Oh, this? It’s extra virgin coconut oil,” she said, immediately blushing. “It’s for... uh… nothing. I’m, um, not going anywhere, really.”

It was time to change the subject, and I went with knee-jerk hospitality. “Well, I shouldn’t finish this Cabernet on my own,” I said. “I live right around the corner. Do you want to come over and watch a movie or something?”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t,” said Julia. “I wouldn’t want to impose. I mean, it sounds fun but...”

“So, I’ll take that as a yes?” I said.

By midnight, there was a crumpled wrapper of chocolate and an empty bottle of wine on the coffee table in my apartment. We’d moved on to a bottle of Scotch.

We had spent most of the night sharing horror stories about past relationships. “…Jeff wasn’t too happy when I told him I was giving him up for Lent. I was just relieved I didn’t have to give up chocolate,” I said, dabbing some leftover flakes from the wrapper.

“There’s a lot I wouldn’t give up for men,” said Julia.

“Like what?” I asked.

“Oh, I don’t know, coconut oil. That’s, like, my new boyfriend,” said Julia, holding her fingers over her mouth to suppress nervous laughter.

“Wow, sounds exciting,” I said. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“In the bath or directly on the skin?” she asked, tapping me lightly on my arm. Her touch caught my breath by surprise and I needed to gulp to release it.

“You would make me choose?” I said.

She shrugged passively, knowing I was intimidated but totally turned on. Her gaze started to wander all over my body as my eyes remained fixed on her in disbelief—I’d never come close to flirting with another girl before. The tension lingered until she got up and poured more Scotch, mixing it with some pink lemonade. My lips curled with excitement when I saw she was carrying one big drink and the bottle of oil. She handed me the drink and let her fingers linger on mine. As the whisky concoction touched my tongue, she dabbed her fingers in the oil. I held the glass at my mouth, hiding my restless tongue, as she traced a line of oil from the top of my hand down my forearm. The hairs on my arms and neck all came to life.



“You gonna give me some of that drink?” she asked.

After a few big swigs, she put it down and dabbed her fingers in the oil again, lathering it on my surrendering lips. She tilted her head back and inspected me like she was looking in a mirror.

“Beautiful,” she said. “You’re so beautiful.” I looked down with giddy embarrassment as she reached for my braid and pulled it back over my shoulder.

“My lips are chapped,” she said, playing with my hair.

I giggled at the implication but her eyes were now heavy on me, drawing me in. I consented to her open mouth, and she rubbed the gloss off my lips onto hers. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and we made out for a while. We were both quiet when we stopped.

“Do you want to come to my bedroom?” I said.

She nodded. I led her eagerly to my bedroom but the intimacy seemed lost as I cleaned the dirty clothes off the floor and quickly made up my bed. We felt like strangers, standing face to face, unsure of what to do with ourselves.

Julia was giving me admiring looks, as if I were a pretty girl in some gossip magazine at the cash register. She was the first to make a move, but not at me. She stuck her finger through a silver loop dangling from her zipper like her nose ring and pulled it down slowly to reveal her bra and panties. My dress was the next to go.

She asked for my help with her bra before parading her breasts in front of me. My bra quickly followed—it was neck and neck in a game of strip poker, and these gamblers were running out of chips. The sight of my nipples made her mouth water as she massaged her breasts. She shimmied her thong down her legs. I grinned as I threw my cotton undies a few inches short of the dirty clothes basket.

Our nakedness communicated what our words had failed to. We wanted to fuck. And yet someone still needed to make a move. Julia leaned in and finally we got back to where we had left off on the couch.

After some more kissing, Julia asked me to lie down flat on the bed. She drizzled oil from my shoulders to my ass cheeks. Doing her best to play masseuse, she couldn’t keep her hands off my butt. She was teasing me a little bit so I slid my fingers under my body and started playing with myself.

“You’re having too much fun,” she said. “Get up on your knees and let me have a turn.”

The little brownnoser took long licks of my pussy and ass and then wiggled her tongue in between my fat lips. It felt like her tongue had left her mouth and was whirling and twirling on my insides. She snapped me out of my internal dizziness with a heavy dose of oil on my ass and then had me turn over to cover my tits and stomach. I sat back in her arms and she quickly worked my naked lips and clit until I came, hard.

When I recovered, Julia was ready for me. She leaned back and showed me her bush. I licked my way down into her thick of things and didn’t stop until my tongue had leapt inside of her. She was still catching her breath when I whispered to ask if she would stay the night.

“It’s morning, so you must mean tomorrow night?” she said, laughing quietly at her cleverness.

“Well, we’ll need more oil,” I said, emptying the bottle over her chest.

“And wine,” she said.

“Some sleep?” I said.

“Only after you fuck me,” she said. I improvised with a couple fingers and it was all she needed to climax noisily.

We cuddled in bed for a little while and then I slid my body over hers until our breasts collided. We slipped against each other until our bodies were shining. We kissed and my tastebuds deciphered a mix of flavors I could get used to: two pussies with a trace of coconut.

 

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Which finger did that?

Erotic fiction inspired by Kleo and Veel in “Duo

I like to have fun, don’t you? I’m single and good looking (hell yes, I know it!) so why not enjoy life. And when I say fun, I don’t mean throwing snowballs and going to amusement parks, even if I’m open to such good times; no, I mean sexy fun… Sexy fun with my friends, to be precise.

I have a big group of friends, both guys and girls, many of whom are into partying with me; but the one who I have the most fun with is Kleo. I can always rely on her to enjoy the same kind of no-strings fun I do, and to appreciate my body as much as I enjoy hers.

Every other Thursday, Kleo and I get dressed up and hit the town for a pre-weekend warm up. But last Thursday, she changed the plan. Usually, we meet up at a bar in town and have a few drinks and see what kind of fun we can find out in the big wide world. But this time, she appeared on my doorstep as I was getting ready.

“Surprise!” she said when I opened the door, smiling flirtatiously at me. She looked stunning in her black heels and deep red, skintight cocktail dress.

“Mmm, a lovely one,” I said, leading her into the bedroom so I could carry on getting dressed. I was nowhere near ready to go, I was just in my sexy bra and panties and a silk robe I’d grabbed when the doorbell rang. “So what’s my favorite Thursday night girl doing here?”

“I just thought it would be fun if I came and surprised you in your underwear,” Kleo replied, coming up behind me as I sat at my dresser and putting her hands on my shoulders. I looked at her in the mirror. She had a sexy little smile on her face and her fingers were tracing the curve of my neck and shoulders, edging my robe off.

“Oh,” I said, beginning to get the picture. “Are we going to have some fun at home tonight?”

“You got it, girl.”

I let my robe slip off and watched in the mirror as Kleo unzipped her dress, flicking her long, dark hair over her shoulder as she wriggled out of it. I was about to stand up and kiss her but she pushed me back down in the seat and put her hands over my eyes.

“Let’s play a little guessing game,” she murmured. “I’ll trace a line on your back and if you can guess which finger I’m using, you get a treat, but if you can’t, you have to do what I tell you.”

“Okay, you know I can’t resist bedroom games!” I laughed.

I closed my eyes as Kleo drew her finger down my back, running it over my shoulders and neck, then all the way down my spine until it slipped inside my panties and tickled my ass crack.

“Now tell me which finger that was,” she said, holding her hands up. I had no idea, but what did it matter? I made a guess, not caring either way, just excited about what might happen next.

“Oh, too bad, you got it wrong! Now you have to pay the forfeit…”

Kleo took my hand and pulled me up, then led me to the bed. Facing me, she unclasped her bra, throwing it at me. Then she hooked her thumbs inside her panties and pulled them down, so she was standing there in nothing but her heels. She sat down on the bed and opened her legs, running a finger over her nipples and down her belly to her shaved pussy.

“It was this finger, silly,” she said. “Now, your forfeit is that you have to make me wet without using any of your fingers…” and she lay back against my pillows and raised one knee, watching me and waiting.

I climbed onto the bed with her, coming up to her face, wanting to kiss her and suck on her dark, hard little nipples.

“Uh, uh. You need to be down there,” she said, pushing me down gently. So down I went.

As soon as my face was level with her pussy, Kleo wrapped one leg around my head, so I couldn’t get away even if I’d wanted to. I breathed on her pussy, getting as close as I could without touching her, wanting her to feel my warm breath. My lips gently brushed her labia and I nuzzled her clit, teasing, just making sure she was really desperate for it.

She moaned softly and I opened my mouth wider, dragging my lower lip all the way up her labia from her hole up to her clit, softly sucking on it when my lips met again. I used the flat of my tongue to tease her pussy lips, making sure that I only wet her edges. I snaked my tongue out at her clit, poking it with the tip, then slowly and gently eased the tip of my tongue all around her button, as delicately as I could manage, just enough to make her want more. I could feel her lips parting and darted my tongue down to her hole, searching for her moisture. Kleo was getting wet from my teasing, and it was turning me on so much to have her right where I wanted her.

My tongue brushed her juices up over her slit like I was painting her pussy, parting her lips further as I made my way up to her clit. Her leg released me and she spread her thighs wide, shamelessly asking for more.

She was good and wet now, and I decided it was time to play around with her rules. I put both my hands on her inner thighs, my thumbs aiming for her pussy, and spoke softly.

“You never said no thumbs.”

Then I used them to probe her outer lips, rubbing them over her clit, making it swell, easing them both inside her pussy as I started to suck on her clit.

“Oh, god, yeah! That’s good,” she gasped, urging me onwards. So I fucked her with my thumbs, one in, the other out, double fucking her, imagining it was two cocks fighting for space inside her hole.

“Oh yeah! I need to sit on your hand,” she cried.

I smiled to myself. I’d known she wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. Kleo knelt and took my hand in hers, getting me in just the right position so she could mount my thumb. She sat on my hand and rocked herself onto me and we kissed, Kleo thrusting her tongue into my mouth and holding it there.

I could tell by how hard she was kissing me that she was right on the edge of orgasm, and I knew how to push her over it. As she ground herself on my thumb I extended my index finger, brushing it over her lips and getting it wet with her pussy juice, then aimed it for her asshole. It was too tricky to slip it up there while she was grinding so wildly, but I knew just the suggestion that I was going to finger her ass was enough to drive her crazy.

The noise Kleo made when she came, quickly, the moment my searching fingertip pressed against her asshole, was awesome. I pulled out of our kiss to watch her, eyes closed, both hands gripping mine, body shuddering as she came on my thumb.

“That was a good game,” she said huskily when she finally found enough composure to speak.

“Shall we go out, then?” I asked. “Or do you have any other games to play?”

 

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Dripping With Lust

Erotic fiction inspired by Adel C and Sabrisse in “Angels Volume Two

Adel lay by the pool, her long, slender figure glowing under the sun’s warm rays, a thin veil of perspiration rising on her nearly-naked body. The thin ties of her bikini briefs dangled towards the water’s edge, her fingers drooped over the side delicately dipping into the water, along with the ends of her long, wavy red hair.

Sabrisse lay back in her inflatable chair, her calves and feet hanging over the edge, lost beneath the water, a glass in her hand, ice cubes chinking.

“So hot…” murmured Adel as she waved her fingers back and forth.

A smile drifted onto Sabrisse’s face behind her wide rimmed sunglasses. As subtly as she could, she directed her floating seat over to Adel. Quietly, slowly, at an inestimable crawl, Sabrisse drew closer to the sunbathing redhead.

Adel, her eyes closed beneath the unblinking stare of the sun, had no idea what was coming. Sabrisse had drawn up beside her so quietly, even the ice in her glass had seemed to melt just to keep itself from giving her position away.

In an instant, Adel was squealing in surprise and Sabrisse was yelling gleefully, her glass falling to the bottom of the pool as Adel slipped awkwardly into the water. She rose quickly, gasping for breath, water pouring from her nose, her elbows and shoulders stinging from the scraping edge of the pool.

“What the fuck, Sabrisse!” she yelled, eyes smarting, and climbed out of the pool, stomping off in a huff.

“Oh, come on, baby! Don’t be like that,” Sabrisse said, a twinge of regret in her voice. Adel ignored her and disappeared inside their apartment. Sabrisse dived down for her glass, retrieved it and climbed out to follow.

Adel was in the shower, not really sure why she’d come here, her instantaneous fury taking over her rational mind. Sabrisse slipped in behind her, again as silent as an assassin. She reached up for Adel’s shoulder, but her girlfriend instantly shook off her hand.

“Don’t be like that,” Sabrisse spoke quietly. Taking the bottle of shower gel and squeezing some into her palm, she began to work the lather into Adel’s back.

Adel would have liked to stay mad at Sabrisse, but as it happened, she had been fantasizing about her when her mischievous friend had dragged her into the water. She had been thinking about how she’d like to have Sabrisse’s tongue in her mouth and her fingers in her pussy. And now here they were, naked together, Sabrisse eager to make it up to her.

Adel let her apologetic lover work at making it up some more, soothing the suds into her back and shoulders, lifting her hair out of the way and gently kissing her neck.

Adel turned around, pouting beneath the warm, fierce jets, eyes downcast. She’d let Sabrisse work a little harder before she was going to admit she was horny for her.

Sabrisse’s hands wound up on Adel’s hips and she pulled her closer, the water gathering where their bodies met at the waist. She leaned in to kiss Adel, who turned ever so slightly away, teasing her girlfriend just a little longer.

But Sabrisse was not so easily deterred. She reached up and turned Adel’s face to hers. Adel looked up into Sabrisse’s eyes and could no longer keep up the pretence. They kissed, mouths open, tongues coming together, and Adel felt Sabrisse’s other hand move around from her hip to her groin, Sabrisse’s fingers moving with the water down between her legs, grazing over her clitoris, slipping between her lips.

Sabrisse came to realize that Adel was either so turned on by her first touch or had been getting horny for some time – her pussy was slippery wet and not with water from the shower. Her lips opened easily and Sabrisse found her fingers coated in the greasy evidence of Adel’s lust.

She curled her hand around, sliding two fingers up inside Adel. Knowing she was hot for her, Sabrisse thought she’d play with that. With her other hand, she reached back behind Adel’s head and clutched her wet hair, pulling her head back and letting the shower spray down onto her face, thrusting her fingers deeper inside her, making her know she was going to get fucked now.

Adel responded, a cry of surprise mixed with one of sexual satisfaction as her body pushed back against Sabrisse’s hand. Sabrisse licked at her throat, the hot water gushing into her mouth, ducking down to take one of Adel’s nipples between her teeth, nuzzling and sucking on her teat, feeling it stiffen in her mouth.

She was a naughty girl, thought Sabrisse, and she needed to be punished. She turned Adel around under the water. Adel reached up to steady herself against the wall, the water running over the back of her head and shoulders, straight down to her ass, where Sabrisse was busy spreading her cheeks with one hand and groping her pussy with the other. The hot water pooled on Sabrisse’s open palm as she rubbed three fingers between Adel’s plump pussy lips, clapping the water up against her slit.

Sabrisse fucked Adel then, two fingers inside, one hand up against her back, pressing her into the wall, at once wanting to dominate her and punish her while also wanting to make her cum and love her for it.

Adel cared little about whys and wherefores, right now all she cared about was how good it felt to have Sabrisse fucking her like this, to feel the hot water gushing down her back and over her asshole, onto Sabrisse’s hand where it slapped and squished up against her pussy.

Sabrisse could tell Adel was close to orgasm, and she brought her other hand around to search for her clit, grinding one finger over it as she fucked her from behind. Adel was in sexual ecstasy, her legs buckling beneath her as her orgasm burst from her, nearly collapsing into Sabrisse’s arms.

Sabrisse smiled to herself and slowly withdrew her hands, stepping out of the shower to towel off and return to the pool. Later, she would expect Adel to return the favor…

 

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Aural sex: talk dirty to me!

Every sense comes into play during the best sexual experiences. Sight, sound, touch, taste and smell unite to flood your perceptions. Of course when you’re watching a hot movie you can only experience the first two directly, and that’s when the aural becomes just as important as the oral! What could be more arousing than the moans and whimpers of a gorgeous girl who’s approaching her orgasm, her gasps and cries of pleasure, and the words that tumble out as she begs for more?

Dirty talk turns me on like crazy; tell me exactly what you want to do to me and how you’ll make me feel, and I’ll be putty in your hands. It can heighten sexual anticipation too… just check out the voiceover at the start of each episode of Sandra Shine’s new movie “Body Worship” to see what I mean. The voiceover is based on stories I wrote for our free fiction site, MyErotica.com, and it’s spoken by my colleague Jaiden, who has the most incredibly sexy voice. Hearing her speak my dirty thoughts aloud really enhances the tease factor for me.

If you’d like to hear more, the whole voiceover is now available in a single podcast here – and in the accompanying text I continue the story, so I hope my naughty words will have the desired effect…

 

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Sun-kissed and naked

Erotic fiction inspired by Mango A in “Delightful

I’d never had sex outdoors until I met my current boyfriend, Rick. Sex under the sun has become a regular thing for us, but that very first time was so intense I remember it like it only happened yesterday.

He’d driven me into the countryside, and once he’d parked the car, we headed to an area where we would be free from prying eyes. I threw a blanket on the ground, and Rick started to set out the picnic. However, I soon discovered that eating was the last thing on my hot lover’s mind. Sitting next to me, Rick brushed my blonde hair behind my ears, kissed my neck softly, and whispered, “Hey baby, how about we put the picnic on hold for a while?”

My body answered for me, shivering with delight as he traced my erect nipples lightly through my T-shirt.

“Hmm,” he said. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I nodded and Rick flipped up my plaid skirt, slipped a hand down the front of my white panties, and stroked my rapidly moistening pussy.

I turned and kissed him, thrusting my tongue deep inside his mouth as he started rubbing my clit. Moaning softly, I ran my fingers through Rick’s hair and pulled him closer. My body was on fire, and, even though I was completely relaxed, I rose with every stroke of Rick’s confident fingers. As they slid back and forth over my slippery slit and brushed lightly over my erect clit, I bit down gently onto his lip. He winced slightly, and responded by sliding first one, then a second finger inside my honey hole. I moaned and clenched my pussy muscles tightly around them. My back arched, and I was so turned on that I found it difficult to breathe. Rick sensed this and said, “Relax baby, you’re in safe hands.”

Of that there was no question. I was simply already racing headlong towards orgasm. I rocked my hips in unison with the thrusts of his fingers deep inside my wetness, and as I balanced precariously on the edge of my climax, a warm tingle flooded my entire body. It was the moment I enjoy best, the moment just before reality becomes a blur of unbridled pleasure.

Rick’s intuitive powers were evidently working full force, because he said, “Come for me baby, come for me now!” I let out a piercing shriek of joy, and my body shook uncontrollably as my orgasm swept through me.

In the woozy aftermath of my orgasm, I suddenly had the most powerful urge to get naked. I wanted to feel the sun on my bare skin. I pulled off my disheveled clothing, and Rick followed suit. It felt really good to be naked, the sun and gentle breeze caressing my skin.  

Rick flipped me over and pulled me backwards towards him. I moaned with pleasure as the head of his cock nudged against my tender and extremely wet pussy, and I braced myself, ready to take his thick girth.

He slid the hot tip of his cock inside my pussy, and held it there. I looked back over my shoulder at him and discovered he was grinning mischievously, knowing that keeping me waiting expectantly was driving me insane. He winked, and slowly ran his nails down my back, which caused me to gasp and stiffen in response. Then, deciding tease time was over, Rick started giving me slow, short thrusts of his cock, until I felt my pussy stretch open and envelop his shaft. I gasped, and Rick slid inside me until he was buried deep, his hairy sac resting against my labia. He slapped my ass playfully, gripped my hips, and started to withdraw his cock slowly. Little more than the tip was still inside me, and my entire body ached for him to fuck me until I came again.

Rick pushed his full length back inside, and started to bang me like there was no tomorrow. He held me rigid as the rhythm of his thrusts increased in speed and intensity, and it wasn’t long before I felt his body start to tremble – a sure sign he was close to coming. An orgasmic wave of pleasure was rising and enveloping me when he pushed his thumb all the way inside my ass, pushing me over the edge. In the throes of an extreme orgasm, I started shaking uncontrollably, my pussy muscles clenching on and off Rick’s shaft as he continued to thrust away – until he finally plunged his cock all the way inside me, held it there, and spattered my juicy sugar walls with come.

When Rick had eventually withdrawn his cock and rolled onto his back, and I had recovered my senses sufficiently to crawl alongside him, I lapped up the spunk and pussy juice that coated his still stiff dick, before kissing him full on the lips.

He smiled and said, “Coffee and a slice of key lime pie?”

We enjoyed our picnic sun-kissed and naked. Now we go naked outdoors every chance we get.

 

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Evelyn’s awesome ass is the perfect view

Erotic fiction inspired by Michelle H and Kira Zen in “Angels

I love meeting up with Evelyn, my bestie. When I say bestie, I mean best fuck buddy; I have a lot of close friends who I would never dream of screwing, and then I have friends like Evelyn…

Evelyn’s one of those girls who oozes sex appeal: long legs, gorgeous red hair, a slim waist, perfect ass and knockout breasts. Every time I see her, I find myself mentally undressing her. Most times I see her, I end up actually undressing her.

Last time we got together, she had called to ask if I’d go view a rental apartment with her. I suspected we’d end up going back to her place to fuck, but I thought she was genuinely interested in my opinion because I know the area better than she does.

When I arrived at the apartment block I texted her and she told me to head up to the apartment, she was already there. She buzzed me in; I expected to find her there with the real estate agent, but when she opened the door she had this wicked, playful look on her face, and it turned out she was alone.

“What are you up to, girl?” I laughed.

“Nothing!” she protested. “I wanted you to come and look at this place with me. I like it but I need a second opinion.”

I almost believed her when she led me around the place, showing me each room, then heading back into the living room.

“Check out that view,” Evelyn said, climbing up onto the coffee table and craning her neck to stare out of the window. She was right in front of me, wearing pants that hugged the curves of her ass beautifully, and a loose, shimmering sleeveless top. The coffee table was high enough for Evelyn’s ass to be right in front of my face and I couldn’t help but duck down a little to check that – yes! – she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her lovely titties were free, her nipples just grazing her top.

“Yeah, that is a fantastic view…” I remarked.

Evelyn looked over her shoulder, both of us knowing exactly where this was going. She fidgeted the button of her pants open and used one hand to slide them off her ass.

“How’s the view now?” she purred. She had removed all of her pubic hair and was wearing some kind of pussy jewelry, a clit clip with small diamonds hanging on a thin silver chain. And yet, the sight of her incredible, creamy ass and firm thighs, and the look she gave me over her shoulder were far more tantalizing.

“Unbeatable,” I breathed, coming closer to her, squatting down behind her. I had to eat that pussy, right now.

Reaching out, I placed my hands on the back of her thighs and put my mouth up close to her pussy, letting my breath warm her lips and clit. Dipping my head down, I flicked out my tongue to catch her diamonds and suck them between my lips, feeling them pull gently on her hood. Evelyn reacted, pushing her booty back at me, and I let the gems fall from my mouth to slide my tongue all the way along her pussy, tasting her as her lips spread open and her juices flowed from her hole.

I took a moment to look at her, to enjoy the sight of this sexy woman laid bare in front of me, and marvelled at how much of a fun fuck she was. She was watching me over her shoulder with that sexy smile and naughty look in her eyes and it made me wet.

Back in I went, to suck on her clit clip some more, to pull all of her nub into my mouth and make her groan with pleasure. I spanked her once, just a little, just to get her going, then aimed my tongue into her hole and pushed it deep inside her. Evelyn squealed with delight and reached back to grab my head, grinding back against my lips.

By now I was too horny to stay down on my knees like this. I had to stand and get a hand inside my own pants. I got up and let my pants fall to the floor and Evelyn bent a foot back to rub against my panties, giving my clit a thrill. I grabbed hold of her foot and held it tight against my crotch, using her toe to fold my panties aside and then pushing it between my lips.

With my free hand, I went back to Evelyn’s awesome ass and spanked her one more time, then squeezed her ass cheek and let my fingers curl around to her pussy. I fed one and then two fingers into her and she bucked back against me. Her thrusts meant her toe was grinding against my clit and now we were both getting off hard.

I could control her from here, control how hard she rocked back against me, my fingers fucking her as hard as I wanted her toe to fuck me. It was so hot – my panties were getting soaked with my juices, my hand was slick with Evelyn’s and the apartment was filled with the sound of our pleasure.

I didn’t know who was going to cum first and I didn’t care. As it happens, it was me. The surprise of this quick fuck and the weirdness of it – my fuck buddy up on a coffee table in a strange apartment, with her toe pressed up hard against my clit and my fingers wedged deep inside her pussy – was too much and I shuddered uncontrollably as I came, gripping her ankle and rubbing my clit hard against her foot. When I let go of her ankle, Evelyn dropped her foot back to the ground and really gave it her all, slamming herself hard onto my fingers. I fucked her faster, spanking her again, reaching down to squeeze her clit clip hard around her button, and that threw her over the edge, making her yelp as she came, back arched, head thrown back. It was one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.

“Now that’s what I call a view,” I laughed as I pulled my fingers out of her.

“So, you think I should take the apartment”? she asked. But we both knew I wasn’t talking about the room…

 

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Locker room lesbians

Erotic fiction inspired by Nancy A and Chelsy Sun in “Sandra’s Sporty Girls

Shelly and I had been playing racquetball together for a few weeks before it happened. Twice a week we’d take a long lunch break, hit the court and get a game in. Neither of us was particularly good, but we had fun playing, and it broke up the monotony of a day in the office.

Shelly was the first person to befriend me and stop treating me as the ‘new girl.’ I liked her a lot; and I’m a sucker for a good-looking woman in a business suit. But one thing I like even more than that is a sexy woman in tight yoga pants, her skin glazed with a fine sheen of sweat. Okay, I’ll admit it; when Shelly suggested we play together I jumped at the chance, not because I’m really into sports, but because I couldn’t help imagining how hot she’d look all sweaty and flushed. And the reality was even hotter than I’d pictured.

I didn’t expect anything to happen between us, I was just delighted to see her looking so damn sexy. The days we played would end with me going home and jilling myself silly thinking about her body.

And then, totally out of the blue after an exhausting match on a hot day, Shelly joined me in the shower. And I’m not talking about a communal shower, either; this was a private cubicle. There was no mistaking her intent.

I didn’t even notice her coming in as I had my head under the water, eyes closed, but then I heard the door close again and she said, “I know you want this. I’ve noticed you watching me on the court. I want it too…”

I almost jumped out of my skin. Before she came in, I had been stroking my clit, my head full of filthy fantasies as I imagined bending her over on the court, pulling her yoga pants down and burying my face in her ass and pussy.

Shelly’s hands wrapped around my waist, sliding over my hips and up to my breasts; she squeezed them, and pinched my nipples. I turned around and kissed her hard, our tongues tangling.

She pulled away for just a second and looked deep into my eyes, then slipped her hand between my thighs to feel my swollen clit and slide a finger between my lips. A flash of recognition appeared on her face as she realized I wasn’t just wet because of the water, and then she sank two fingers inside me and pushed me back against the wall.

I bit my lip – this was all happening so fast, and far from being freaked out by it, I was incredibly turned on. I leaned back against the cubicle wall, pressing my hands up against it and tilting my head, spreading my legs open further, needing to feel Shelly’s fingers fuck me harder.

With one hand on my pussy, Shelly began to grab at my tits, squeezing and kneading them, pulling on my nipples, making them stiff. She was getting me off really fast; by now I wasn’t able to keep quiet and little gasps and moans kept escaping from my open mouth.

Shelly sensed I was close to orgasm and her hand slipped around the back of my head. She pulled me close to her, two fingers still fucking my pussy, palm pressed hard up against my clit, and stuck her tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard and dirty as I moaned into her mouth, cumming with a serious sexual force.  

“What were you thinking before I came in?” she asked, fingers still inside me.

“I was thinking about you bent over and me stuffing my face into your pussy and ass…”

She laughed a little and turned around, bending over just enough for me to squat down behind her and do exactly that. Shelly had a hairy pussy, trimmed enough for me to be able to see all of her lips and clit, but with plenty of hair around her twat. She tasted delicious.

I ate her out, my nose pressed hard against her asshole, her hand in my hair, keeping me pressed up close. She practically fucked my face like this, grinding her cunt into my mouth as I tried to get my tongue as far up inside her as I could. I tongued her ass and pussy, clit and crack with long, voracious licks. When she was ready to cum, her hard grinding got faster and faster and her grip on my hair got tighter.

“Oh, fucking yeah!” she cried when she came, her legs spasming a little, her pussy smashing into my face. She let go and stood up straight again, letting out a little laugh of satisfaction.

“That was great,” she said as we kissed. “We should do this again.”

You’re damn right we should. And we have been. In fact, these days we spend about five minutes on the court before diving into the locker room. We mostly fuck in the shower, but some days we are brave enough to fuck on the bench in the locker room. We haven’t been caught yet, but the risk adds even more spice to our fun. Our coworkers often remark on the healthy glow we have when we finally make it back to the office!

 

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My girl has a dirty mind!

Erotic fiction inspired by Mona A in “Auburn

I love my girlfriend – she is fun, kind, caring, sensitive and 100 percent filthy!

If you think you’ve got a mind that’s filled with dirty thoughts, you’ve got nothing on Andi. She can come up with some sexy idea and spend the rest of the day planning it in detail. Or she can be totally spontaneous.

She gets home from work maybe ten minutes before I do, and usually on a Friday I will be greeted with a cold beer, a warm snack and a loving embrace. But last Friday I walked into our apartment to find her on the couch. Nothing odd about that, you might think; but Andi wasn’t sitting. No, Andi was on her knees. Andi had no blouse on. Andi had no bra on. Andi had no pants on. Andi had no panties on. She had nothing but her socks on, and she was rubbing her pussy, which was slick with her juices, when I stumbled in.

“There you are!” she giggled. “I’ve been waiting for you like this since I got home…”

I wasted no time, dropping my bag on the floor and kneeling behind her to get my face right in line with her ass.

“Mmm,” I said. “You look good enough to eat.”

Andi took her hand away and reached around to grab my hair and pull me into her.

“Yeah, stick your tongue up my hole, I want to feel your nose up against my asshole!”

See, what did I tell you? She’s such a dirty girl. I stuffed my tongue right up inside her as far as I could get it as she rubbed her asshole onto my nose, smearing her pussy juice all over my face and her rear. Andi can turn me on in an instant when she gets like this. I would have fucked her right then but knowing how filthy she is I thought I should give her a chance to get into her stride before filling her holes, so I stood up and pulled out my cock and moved around to the other side of the couch to slap her in the face with my wood.

Laughing, Andi played ‘cup and ball’ with my cock, trying to catch it between her lips as I waved it in front of her face. Naturally, it didn’t take too many attempts before I had my dick in her mouth; she’s a fantastic cocksucker. She has that sexy ability to hold herself steady as I fuck her mouth, able to take my full length all the way in. I love how her tongue feels on the underside of my dick as I slide it in and out of her, and I also love the way she lets me know it’s time to back off a little by turning her head just enough to let my dick bulge out of her cheek.

I’m no superstud – a little bit of mouth fucking after walking in to the awesome sight of my horny girlfriend rubbing her bare, wet pussy could easily make me cum, so I didn’t keep it up too long.

“Are you ready to fuck my pussy now?” Andi said, smiling up at me around my dick.

She turned on the couch, using the back of the seat to steady herself and poking her amazing ass out at me.

I rubbed the tip of my dick on her gaping slit, getting her juices all over my dick and stroking it up and down her, cruising it over her asshole and slapping it on her ring a few times to make her flinch and clench. Then I slipped it inside her pussy, enjoying her low moan as I went balls deep.

Once I was inside her, Andi did all the work, pushing with her hands against the couch to hammer her ass against me, taking me as deep as she could get it.

“Yeah, fuck me! Fuck my pussy like that!”

She was relentless, obviously gagging for it and I was struggling to control myself. But Andi was even hornier than I was and she came hard on my dick, practically screaming with lust. I held back for a matter of seconds before shooting my spunk inside her, but no way was I going to let an opportunity like this go – I pulled out quick and shot hot semen all over her ass cheeks and ring, watching her thrust back and forth in front of me, her fingers busy with her clit.

I can still picture her smiling face as she reached back to wipe up my cum on her fingers and lick it up. Andi, you’re the best!

 

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Watching her first time with another girl

Erotic fiction inspired by Luna Corazon and Katrin Tequila in “Luna’s Heavenly Bodies

I’d been with my girlfriend, Josie, for a few months, and the sex was amazing. But there was something that I’d fantasized about seeing her try, something she’d never experienced, and that was sex with another girl. I must add that this notion wasn’t coming out of the blue, as Josie had told me she was curious about it, and we’d talked about it during sex a couple of times, which was really hot. 

I mentioned it to my lesbian friend Letitia, an ebony beauty who has quite an adventurous sex life, and she said she found Josie very sexy and would love to get her into bed. Next time we were all out in the same bar, I watched Letitia flirting with Josie, and Josie flirting right back. It all looked very promising. Letitia invited us over for dinner the following night, and I was pleased to see Josie’s mischievous smile as she accepted.

Josie looked really hot in her sexy outfit, which made me certain she was up for some fun; and when Letitia answered the door she looked magnificent. Her hair was in a natural Afro and she wore a top so tight it left nothing to the imagination, and shorts that emphasized her long legs. My cock stirred in my pants in anticipation of what I hoped I would see.

The girls chattered away through dinner, and then out of the blue, Letitia suggested we do some shots. We sat on some cushions on the living room carpet, and after a few rounds of shots, Letitia made her move. Instead of handing the glass of tequila to Josie, she said, “Put your head back, and let me pour it straight down your throat.”

Josie giggled and did as she suggested. Letitia held the shot glass close to Josie’s mouth, and said, “Once the tequila hits the back of your throat, close your eyes and savor the flavor.”

As Josie shut her eyes, Letitia moved in, planted a kiss on Josie’s lips and slipped her arms around her. Josie’s eyes flew open in surprise, and to my delight she responded by kissing Letitia back, passionately.

My cock stiffened in my pants as I watched Letitia move her hands under Josie’s top, then pull it off, followed by her bra. She caressed Josie’s breasts, teasing the nipples. When Josie started tugging at the bottom of Letitia’s T-shirt, she got the message immediately and slipped it off, exposing her gorgeous, dark-skinned breasts.

“Go ahead and kiss them,” Letitia said. “I know you want to.”

Josie leaned in and closed her lips around one of Letitia’s erect nipples, making her moan. Josie was a quick learner and soon had Letitia gasping with pleasure as she stroked and squeezed and sucked the firm flesh. They were really in tune with each other, and before long both were naked and wrapped around each other in a hot embrace. The contrast between Josie’s pale, creamy complexion and Letitia’s smooth, ebony skin was so arousing.

Letitia started running her hand over Josie’s body, until it came to rest on her pussy mound. As Letitia’s fingertips played along Josie’s pussy slit, my girlfriend let out a long, low moan of delight – getting louder as Letitia slipped a single finger just inside her pussy. Josie tensed momentarily, but her pussy soon yielded as Letitia worked her finger in and out. Her eyes closed and she threw back her head. The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy as Letitia’s fingers moved faster and faster. She was trembling, hips bucking, obviously approaching orgasm.

She groaned with frustration when Letitia pulled her finger away, but soon quieted when Letitia slid it into her mouth, shiny with her own pussy juice. “Tastes sweet, huh?” Letitia purred. “Now you get to taste mine…”

Josie was so turned on she just nodded eagerly, and moved between Letitia’s spread thighs. “Sure, but you’ll have to tell me if I’m doing it right,” she said shyly. “I’ve never eaten pussy before…”

I moved around to get a better view, Josie glancing up and giving me the most delighted, horny smile ever. That was almost enough to have me shooting in my pants. She parted Letitia’s pussy lips with her fingers, the inner pinkness glowing in a delicious contrast to the dark tone of her plump labia. Josie stuck out her tongue and started gently probing Letitia’s pussy. She went slowly and tentatively at first, but she was soon lapping away like the cat that got the cream, Letitia’s gasps spurring her on.

Watching Letitia writhe beneath Josie’s tongue, I felt like my cock was about to burst out of my pants. I so wanted to unzip and whip it out, but I resisted the urge. Letitia started moaning deep and low, rocking up to grind harder against Josie’s mouth, until she came with a loud cry.

“Are you sure you’ve never done that before, baby?” she asked as she kissed Josie, sucking her own sweet sex juice from her lips.

“Never,” Josie replied.

“Wow!” said Letitia. “I guess you’re just a quick learner.”  She rolled Josie over onto her back, straddling her in a sixty-nine. Josie started darting her tongue in and out of Letitia’s slit again, pushing it into her hole and flicking it around her clit. Meanwhile Letitia used her fingers to spread Josie’s pussy open, and plunged her tongue as deep inside her as it would go, bobbing her head up and down as she tongue-fucked her. They were both squirming and gasping.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I unzipped my pants, dropped them to my knees and started stroking my cock. Letitia looked over at me and said, “It’s pretty hot watching your girlfriend eat pussy for the first time, right?”

Josie didn’t respond – she was too busy feasting on Letitia’s pussy to care.

Letitia replaced her tongue with two fingers and started thrusting them inside Josie, making wet, squishing sounds. Josie bucked against them, sliding two fingers into Letitia’s wet slot when she could no longer keep licking. They finger-banged each other to the same rhythm, both shaking and shuddering.

Josie started chanting, “ Yes! Yes! Yes!” as her body undulated uncontrollably and she was catapulted into an extreme orgasm. At practically the same instant, Letitia started climaxing too. The hot show tipped me over the edge, and I shot my load all over my shirt.

When we’d all got our breath back, Letitia was first to break the silence.

“You know Josie’s never gonna be the same again, don’t you?” she said. “She’s going to be craving more pussy from now on.”

Josie grinned as I replied, “Well that suits me just fine – as long as I get to watch.”

 

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Sex on the beach isn’t just the name of a cocktail…

Erotic fiction inspired by Milena D and Korica A in "Summer Fling"

When I’m at the beach, I’m checking out all the beautiful people from behind my sunglasses, just like everyone else. We all like lying in the sun and window-shopping, don’t we? But sexual opportunity can offer itself at any time.

I’ve been with my boyfriend, Darren, for about six months, and the sex is great, I’m sure you’re glad to hear. But there’s one thing Darren’s not into and I am, which is girl on girl sex. Weird, right? Have you ever met a guy who’s not into watching two girls fucking? He’d be up for a threesome with two girls, so long as they don’t touch or kiss each other, only him. Which is why we’ve not had a threesome, because I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself.

So when Darren and I went to the beach at the weekend, the last thing I expected to be doing was eating pussy. I thought I might be able to coax Darren into fucking me in the sea if the beach wasn’t too crowded, but the sand was awash with bodies by the time we got there. No big deal. I might not get any sex but I’d still have a beach full of beautiful bodies to enjoy.

We were all set up with our sun loungers, a parasol and a cooler of drinks, pretending we were at some exclusive beach club. I was wearing a sexy little bikini and Darren had given me my first cheap thrill of the day by rubbing suntan oil into my body. There were plenty of pretty girls and hot guys around – it wasn’t a case of not knowing where to look, but trying to look everywhere at once.

A group of guys with washboard stomachs were tossing a Frisbee around, while two thirty-something women were standing knee deep in the water and chatting, both of them sexy with heavy breasts and nipples poking out of their damp bikini tops. On the other side of Darren was a couple, the guy rubbing lotion into the girl’s back and massaging her shoulders. I eyed up her fabulous little titties appreciatively.

When I sensed a movement beside me I instinctively turned to look. A cute girl with dark auburn hair and a lovely slender, bronzed body had set up her sun lounger nearby. Her ass was pert and her breasts were small and perky. She stood right in front of me, reaching up to put her hair in a pigtail, and my eyes fixed on the sexy indentations above her hips, leading temptingly down into her bikini panties. I thought about how nice it would feel to slip my fingers into those little grooves.

I watched her slather lotion over her skin, paying special attention to the tops of her thighs. Was she teasing me? She seemed to know I was watching from behind my shades, because she suddenly said, “Hey, could you help me? I’m here on my own and I can’t reach to do my back.”

I pretended to act startled, as if I hadn’t been staring. Naturally I was thrilled; any opportunity to touch another woman’s body after swearing off lesbian sex to please Darren was welcome. It was all perfectly innocent though, as I rubbed some lotion into her back, and we introduced ourselves. Then Patty lay on her lounger and all was quiet between us again; except that every time I turned my head her way I could have sworn she was checking me out.

After awhile Darren went for a swim and Patty asked me to apply more lotion, but her bottle ran out halfway through and I realized mine was finished too. She said there were some aloe plants behind the dunes that we could use. Now I’m no stranger to hidden meanings, and something in her body language told me her suggestion was loaded with intent. As luck would have it, Darren returned just then, dripping wet. I told him we were going looking for aloe, and he gasped, “Get me some,” as he flopped down on the sun lounger.

Baby, it looks more like I’ll be getting me some, I thought…

As we crested the top of the first dune, Patty took my hand. And as soon as we were out of sight of the beach, she turned around and kissed me.

“I’ve been watching you, and I know you’ve been watching me too,” she whispered in my ear, sliding her hands down to my hips. “Come on, let’s find a more private spot.”

She led me further away from the beach, then turned and pulled me close. She was very confident, sliding her hands inside my bikini bottoms to squeeze my buns and pushing her tongue into my mouth. I liked it. I was already pretty turned on just from watching her, and her confession just now had made me really wet.

I pushed my thigh between her legs and slipped the straps of her top down. Patty rubbed her pussy against my thigh as she took her top off, and I stroked and squeezed her breasts and teased her hard nipples with my fingertips. When she pulled away to slide off her bikini panties, then spread her sarong on the sand and sat on it with her legs spread, I didn’t need a second invitation; I peeled off my bikini and knelt between her tanned thighs.

“Lick my pussy,” Patty said, stroking a finger over her shaved slit, teasing open her lips to offer me her clit. Her confidence was a real turn-on. I got down close and ran my tongue tentatively up from her hole to her hood, watching her through my glasses. She tipped back her head, one hand pushing my face harder against her. That reaction told me she was horny as hell. She didn’t want slow, sensual love making, she wanted it fast and dirty. I used my fingers to hold her lips open and plunged my tongue as deep inside her as I could get it, bobbing my head back and forth as I tongue fucked her.

Patty started moaning as her hand came down from my head to grind on her clit. She was bucking against my tongue like she couldn’t get it deep enough. I began to tease her hole, sliding just the tip of one finger in and holding it there.

“Turn over,” I said. “I’ve been watching your ass all day.”

She grinned and turned onto her hands and knees. Wow. In her bikini, lying down, Patty’s ass was amazing; but naked, spread open and on all fours, its perfection made me involuntarily reach for my clit. Her cheeks were dusted with sand, her pussy pink and glistening as I spread her wider and licked her asshole. She rocked back against me, moaning as I cupped her pussy, fingers strumming her clit. When I slipped two into her slippery hole a spasm of pleasure shot through her, so I added a third and rubbed my thumb over her asshole.

I would have gladly finger-banged her, but I didn’t have to. Patty was doing all the work, thrusting back against me, riding my fingers. Watching her writhe and buck on my hand, winding herself up until she came hard, was incredible.

“Oh yeah, I needed that,” she said when she’d come down from her orgasmic cloud. “So what do you need?”

I stood up and pulled her to her feet, finding a tree to lean against. “I need you to kiss me while you finger my pussy.”

Patty’s hand went straight between my legs, rolling my labia between wet digits. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?” she said, her face close to mine as she delved two fingers into me. “You want me to finger you nasty?”

I didn’t really know what she meant, but I definitely wanted to find out.

“Yes, do me nasty. I’m a dirty girl and I love it.”

“Turn around then, dirty girl,” Patty commanded.

I did as I was told, leaning against the tree and bending with my ass pushed out. Patty thrust her fingers into me again; they slid in easily as I was so wet.

“Dirty girls get it nasty,” she said and I found out what she meant when she squatted down behind me and licked my asshole, using her free hand to pull my cheeks wider and help her get her tongue deeper inside my ass. I could have easily climaxed from that alone, so when Patty pushed her thumb all the way up my ass I went crazy, my body bucking to ride the penetration.

“Yeah, that’s how you like it. You’re a dirty little slut. Cum for me. Cum on my hand, dirty girl.”

To hear such filthy words from this gorgeous girl pushed me over the edge and she had me cumming within minutes, spanking my ass and pulling my hair just as the orgasmic waves hit.

When we rejoined Darren, he didn’t seem to notice that we had no aloe, and if we were both a bit flushed he probably put it down to the sun. I sunk a beer from the cooler quickly, so when I kissed him, he wouldn’t taste Patty’s pussy juice on my lips.

 

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Trance: Connecting with my soul mate

Erotic fiction inspired by Brandy Smile and Stacy Snake in “Day Dream

I have a large, spacious bed where I can sprawl out comfortably, but I don't ever sleep in the middle. Every night I twist and turn, then resort to balling up my comforter in the shape of a person so I can throw my thigh over it. I always sleep on the left side of the bed, hugging my comforter on the right side. There are nights when I can’t sleep at all. Lately, it’s been happening more and more. Even when plied with wine, it takes me a while to relax. I never let anyone sleep in my bed. I sleep alone.

Suddenly, one night, it happens! She is there. I can feel her next to me. I can feel her beneath me and above me. Her warmth comforts me. If I look hard enough, I can almost see the outline of her face in the darkness. I can hear her voice soothing me. I don't know who she is, but her presence is familiar. 

Sometimes this entity overwhelms me sexually, trapping me in a sweat-drenched, cosmic haze, held at the brink of orgasm, but never allowed to release it. I wouldn't even dare touch myself afterward. I liked being controlled in this way, made to obey an unspoken command. It would get so intense that I’d find myself rolling around, moaning, held at the very peak of climax with no outlet. My pussy would be dripping wet as if a skilful mouth was sucking my flesh, while soft, firm fingers penetrated me until I was arched in rapture.

I was beginning to think my house was haunted, and this ghost wanted me as its lover. I felt delusional, but deep inside I sensed it was real. I wasn't afraid of it, merely curious as to what it wanted from me. It's not my style to ask for such assistance, but I really needed help from someone who knew about this sort of thing. I sought guidance from a psychic, and what I found out was remarkable! The psychic said this was no ordinary presence; this spirit was my soul mate. In this life, we had never met, but in another, we were always destined to be lovers. She was someone who had died for me, died for us. I was sure we met at a time when such an affair would cost one's life. Deep inside, I knew that was why I had always felt incomplete. No matter how many partners I had, I was always alone. She was the reason why in this life, I had never fallen in love. It was because I was already taken.

I was so intrigued! I started researching how I could reconnect with her. I wanted to know more about her. The research helped me develop a way to put myself in a trance-like state with deep meditation so we could communicate. I was getting close to mastering it. Soon I didn't even have to be asleep to feel her presence.

In this life, I am a musician by trade. I noticed that when I created my most beautiful compositions, I felt her more. She was my muse, the idea behind every love song I had ever written. One evening, I was playing the piano non-stop for over an hour. The notes were an unstoppable force coursing through my fingers. It was like I was playing a familiar song. It was telling a story I knew but had never heard spoken.

At the end of the piece, I could feel soft hands sliding over my fingers, playing the song with me. She was there. I immediately went into a trance. My entire body disconnected, then suddenly I was in a different plain of existence, covered in dense smoke.

“My love, is that you?” a soothing voice asked in the distance.

I heard her voice but I couldn't see her. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision. “Yes! I am here!” I replied. “Where are you?”

“Turn around,” she said.

Then I saw her face for the first time.  She was so poised and elegant, by far the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She had deep brown eyes and long, luxurious curls. She was wearing an elegant gown with lacing. She pulled me close and kissed me softly. It was like I knew the taste of her lips. They belonged to me and my lips belonged to her.

I looked down at myself. My body was wrapped tight in a corset, and a beautiful gown. I lifted my skirt and saw I was wearing sheer white stockings and heels draped in pearls.

“Who am I?” I asked.

“In the last life we met, you were a duchess and I was your lady in waiting.”

“What?” I asked, shocked. “I'm not nobility. I am a nobody!”

She insisted I look again. Suddenly, the smoke cleared and we were in a luxurious room, surrounded by beautiful things. The floor was marble, inlaid with golden crests. There were golden drapes and portraits on the walls. Across the room was a large bed covered with embroidered pillows.

“This is your father's castle. This wing is yours. See for yourself.” She led me to the mirror. What I saw was unbelievable! I had deep sea green eyes and curled hair netted with jewels. My neck was draped in sapphires, which complimented my dainty gown. I realized the portrait on the wall was mine.

“Come sit with me, have a drink,” she smiled. “I think you are going to need it.”

I followed her across the room, my feet gliding regally. She poured wine into a golden chalice with sapphires on the bottom rim. Just one sweet sip made my chest delightfully warm. She knelt and took a sip from her own cup, which was plain.

“Please sit with me,” I said. “There is plenty of room for both of us up here.”

“I can't,” she replied. “I am not allowed to sit next to you.”

“Oh, come now,” I interjected. “Surely, I can command you to.”

The words coming out of my mouth surprised me. I began to believe she was telling the truth. I didn't even recognize myself. My usual humble manner was replaced by an arrogant side I never knew I had. I suddenly understood why she was kneeling. We were women from different castes who could never be equal, which is why we were torn apart. I didn't like how I was acting. I didn't like myself. Most of all, I didn't like the feeling of being above her.

“Was there another life where we were of equal standing?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered hesitantly. “But you do not want to go back there. We were both born slaves... sold to a very cruel Roman family.”

She told me the story of our first life together and how sadly it ended. We were beaten to the point where we became murderous captives. My eyes widened as she told me about the unspeakable way we were put to death. I grew frustrated, taking gulp after gulp of the strong wine.
 
“So let me get this straight... every lifetime we have met and fallen in love, but we were never meant to be together?” I asked angrily. “That's absurd!”

“Yes,” she replied. “It was always our fate to be together but apart.”

I was upset. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The lifestyle I took for granted would have been dangerous in this era. I started getting frantic. She looked up at me, took my chalice away, then held my hands to her chest, hoping to calm me down.
 

“I know this isn't what you wanted to hear,” she said sweetly. “But you should know, even if it ended that way every time, I would still die for you... and with you.”

Her words and touch made my anger subside. “I don't care who I am supposed to be in this life or the next. In my eyes, we will always be equal, and I will always be yours,” I declared.

I knelt on the floor and kissed her with all the passion I had inside me. The wine lingered on both our lips, creating a sweet fiery essence that ignited my core. I was lust-struck and hazy. I started tugging at my gown, trying to figure out how to get it off. She laughed a little seeing me struggle, then helped me remove my gown and corset, leaving me in just my jewels, heels and stockings. I could finally breathe deeply.

She bit her lip at the sight of me as she removed her own gown and led me to the bed. I lay back and wrapped my legs around her waist, and we kissed earnestly, our breasts pressing together. Her hair fell around us like a soft cloak, the scent intoxicating.

It felt familiar, just like when I was asleep at home. The feeling of her body on mine was the warmth that helped me sleep. I felt like my whole body was melting when she pressed her pussy firmly on mine. Our skin began colliding in a rhythm as if we were dancing on each other. I held her tightly as our bodies built a sweet, wet friction that made my blood race. I pressed my face to her neck and gently bit her flesh as she ground down on me in a circular motion that made the folds of my pussy open, so slow and seductive.

“May I taste you?” she asked breathlessly.

I nodded and kissed her tenderly. She didn't need my permission of course, but the way she asked me was so sexy. She moved down, lifted my legs over her back, and wrapped her lips around my clit. She sucked and licked my flesh gently at first, slowly building pressure. I ran my fingers through her hair and held her head in place as she whirled her tongue around my pussy.

 
“I want your fingers inside me!” I moaned.

She thrust two fingers in and out of my juiced up opening, still licking and sucking. I was losing control! I gripped her luxurious curls tighter as my body trembled. She thrust her fingers deeper and sucked my clit harder, making me climax at full force. She rested the back of her tongue on my pussy, allowing me to ride out the last tremors of my orgasm. I licked my lips lustfully as I came down from my peak.

I pulled her closer and kissed her lush, wet lips, then turned her onto her back. I slid my hand between her thighs to feel her drenched slot. It was already throbbing. I slid my fingers inside her and pressed firmly up her core. She grabbed my wrists to guide me deeper. I kissed her neck, getting lost in the scent of her perfume as I fucked her hard. I circled her clit with my thumb as my fingers drove in and out of her cunt. My jewels made loud clinking sounds over her collarbone. I leaned in to kiss her again and held a delightful bite on her bottom lip as she whimpered into my mouth. Her taut muscles gripped firmly around my fingers as her pussy twitched over my hand. She was almost there.

“That's it,” I groaned. “Let it all out, baby.”
 
I flicked my fingers up and down rapidly as her thighs trembled around me. I could feel her nails drag down my shoulders as she came powerfully all over my hand. I slid down to kiss her pussy, making her hips jerk when my tongue slid over her clit. I lapped up the juices from her pussy and her inner thighs, licking her clean. I was lost in the taste of her. Her juices were sweet and intoxicating. I didn't want to stop, but she pulled me up so she could hold me close.

She made sure I was on the left side of the bed. I hoisted my thigh over her soaked body just like I do with my comforter. Now I knew why this was the only way I could fall asleep. We lay there awhile, slowly coming down. Then she turned to me with an unexpected look of fear. I could feel that our time was running out.

“In a few moments, someone will come in and catch us like this,” she said sadly. “Then, our journey apart begins again.”

My eyes filled up with tears as I listened to her. I could hear in her voice that she was in tears, too. “Please don't leave me,” I whispered, scared to look up at her face. “I want us to stay like this forever.”

"Someday we will,” she cried. “Just not in this life.”

She lifted my face to hers and kissed me passionately, making me look in her eyes afterward. “I promise, no matter what happens, I will never leave your side,” she told me. We shut our eyes again as our lips met in one last kiss.

I opened my eyes and the castle was gone. I was in my own bed, drenched in sweat, holding the covers close. I wiped tears from my face, then reached down to feel my pussy. I was so wet. I closed my eyes and tasted it. I immediately tasted her and felt her essence all around me. I lay back in bliss with my fingers still in my mouth, savoring her flavor a little longer.

After that experience, I began writing stories instead of songs. I found out I had quite a flair for erotica. I enjoy that genre because it makes me think of her. It gives me a reason to keep going in this life without my soul mate. If I can keep her alive in my stories, she will always be with me. Maybe we can both be at peace until we can reunite in the next lifetime.

 

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Flashing at my neighbor

Erotic fiction inspired by Veel in “Vogue

I’m an exhibitionist. The thrill I get from flashing at strangers is sometimes better than actual sex. On warm days, I love sitting on the windowsill in the bedroom of my top floor apartment, stroking my naked body, more than happy for neighbors or sharp-sighted passersby to get an eyeful.

Yesterday, my mid-morning naked display triggered off an unexpected, but wholly satisfying incident. I was sitting in the window with my eyes closed, lazily running a middle finger up and down between the lips of my shaved pussy. My body tingled with so much sexual electricity, I knew it wouldn’t take me long to reach orgasm.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching me. It makes it so much better when I have an audience. I was overjoyed to see a blonde girl standing in the window directly opposite mine – naked. I smiled at her and she held up a piece of card with Apartment #12 scrawled on it in big letters, beckoning me to join her. I gave her the thumbs up, threw on a dress and some shoes, and raced over to her apartment.

She buzzed me in and I ran up the stairs two at a time. Introducing herself as Sandy, my neighbor led me through to the bedroom. Close up, she was gorgeous. She sat on the bed as I pulled my dress off, slid her hand between her legs, and started stroking her shaved pussy, really slowly. I smiled, and Sandy smiled back with a mischievous glint in her beautiful blue eyes. She opened her legs wide and using both hands, splayed her labia so I could see all the beautiful wet folds of her pussy.

“I’ve watched you before,” Sandy said. “But from behind the curtain, so you couldn’t see me.”

“That really turns me on,” I replied.

Sandy looked me straight in the eyes then down at her pussy and said, “I’ve been dreaming of your fingers and mouth down there for ages.”

I could see her pussy was already slick with juices, her fingers sliding over her clit and swollen lips easily. I joined her on the bed and kissed her cheek, her mouth, her neck, as I swept my hand down over her stomach and between her legs. She moaned with pleasure as I began sliding two fingers in and out of her hot, slippery pussy, simultaneously rubbing at her clit with the flat of my thumb. She was so responsive, rocking against me to chase the sensations.

“Eat me,” Sandy said. “Please, eat me.”

I trailed my tongue down from her neck, over her heaving breasts, down her flat tummy, until it flicked teasingly across her clit. I took a moment to savor the sight of her pussy close up. It was so beautiful, all pink and puffed up with arousal, shiny with juice and ready for me to taste.

I leaned in and took my first long, slow lick of Sandy’s pussy, before flicking my tongue back and forth over her protruding clit. Her groans increased in volume as I began sucking hungrily at her soaking wet slit, pressing my lips tight around her clit. Sandy parted her legs wider to spread open her honey hole, letting out a loud gasp of delight when I held her plump lips open and slid my tongue as deep as it would go inside her. She wriggled and squirmed beneath me. Incredibly aroused, I started rubbing my own pussy, which was as wet and slick as Sandy’s.

I slid two fingers right into my soaking snatch, stirred them around to coat them in my sticky goodness, then pulled them out and slid them into Sandy’s receptive mouth. She sucked them hungrily, stroking her tongue over them as if she were giving a blowjob. Now drenched in her saliva, I slid the fingers into her pussy alongside my tongue. Her breathing became heavier and faster and I could tell she was getting close to her climax. I started driving my fingers harder, faster, and deeper, in and out of her pussy, pressing my tongue over her clit.

I felt her sugar walls tightening around my fingers, as she started to rock her hips in rhythm with the thrusts of my hand. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, her pussy squelching as I worked my fingers more forcefully inside her. She arched her back and started trembling uncontrollably on my fingers, her thighs and stomach tensing. I held my fingers still, embedded inside her, watching her face. She looked gorgeous, totally lost in pleasure; her expression was one of complete rapture as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

I kissed and cuddled Sandy as she caught her breath, exploring her soft skin, breathing in her scent. As she regained her senses she started kissing me back more passionately, grabbing and squeezing my breasts, teasing my hard nipples. Her hand moved down between my thighs, tantalizingly slowly; the exact moment that her thumb and forefinger made contact with my clit, pinching a little to make it throb, a bolt of powerful sensation shot through my body.

“Come on, my little exhibitionist… show me how you touch yourself!” she purred, sitting back and watching expectantly. Masturbating for someone sitting so close felt very different from putting on a show at a distance, as I did when I flashed. It felt so intimate. My cheeks burned under Sandy’s intense scrutiny as I shoved a couple of fingers into my dripping wet pussy, circling the fingertips of my other hand on my clit. Her eyes raked over my body, taking in every twitch and tremor.

“Damn, I can’t keep my hands off you,” she said, her voice shaky. “Get on your knees, keep rubbing your clit.” I did as she asked, going face down, ass up, fingers skating over my clit, feeling it pulse. She pushed her face into my crotch from behind, licking a stripe from my asshole to my soaked pussy hole, dipping her tongue in, then doing it again and again. When she pushed three fingers into my pussy and ground them against my G-spot I came so hard I actually squirted in her face. That was a new sensation for me, and it felt incredible.

Sandy pulled her fingers out of me and sucked them clean, then kissed me so I could taste myself on her lips. As we held each other and kissed some more, I had the feeling that it would be the start of an ongoing affair. Which is why I’m sitting naked, looking over at Sandy’s window right now – waiting for her to appear and beckon me back for more.

 

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Shadows of Desire

Erotic fiction inspired by “Reunited?” starring Eve Angel and Jo

It's the middle of the night. I am sitting alone writing, overcharged with sexual energy. Candlelight cascades over my simple table and chair. My imagination is running wild as thoughts of my lover spill out line by line onto the paper. She is my muse and my passion. She is my weakness. Tonight, I am using her remarkable power over me to write about how she makes me feel. Each sentence relays my thoughts, my actions, and how I feel when I am with her. Just one look from her dazzling eyes makes me collapse inside and surrender to her will.

I turn the page and continue my story; suddenly, the faint aroma of her perfume floats past me like a ghost's presence in the shadows. The scent makes me recall the last time we were together; how she ran her fingers through my hair and wound it up, making sure not one strand touched my neck. I can almost feel her soft breath at my nape, and the gentle presses of her mouth on my skin. I note every detail as the candles flicker around me. I can see her shadow hovering over me, covering me like a blanket. I fantasize about her hands roaming over my shoulders and cupping my breasts. My skin tingles at the mere thought of her touch. I love it when she traces my collarbone as she runs her tongue lightly to my ear. I can already imagine her tongue elsewhere. I explain it in my story and feel my knees buckle. I press my thighs tightly together and feel my wetness gushing in between. I get so wet when she kisses me there. She always knows just what to do to push me over the edge.

I wish she were here right now! I know exactly what would happen. She would come to me from behind and slide my shirt off. Then, lay it down on the table for me to see, making me anticipate that I am going to lose all my clothes very shortly. She would stand in front of me, letting me admire her voluptuous curves. She would straddle my lap, lean down slowly, and tease my mouth with her tongue. My lust consumes me. I can feel my pussy tense, imagining her body close to mine. I love the feel of her silky skin pressed against my thighs. I want her so badly right now.

I put my pen down and yank my shirt off. I lean back and spread my legs wide in the chair. I inch my fingers inside my streaming wet cunt and fuck myself slowly, just the way she would do it. I close my eyes and lean my head back, grinding up and down on my hand.

I open my eyes again, and suddenly I feel my lover’s hands trail over my chest from behind. I am so consumed by passion. I don’t know if it’s real or my imagination, until I feel her face press against mine.

“I like catching you like this,” she whispers in my ear.

I am startled, my hand slowly inching out of my pussy. “No. Don’t stop,” she commands. Her hand presses over mine, pushing my fingers back inside me.

“What are you doing here?” I want to ask, but her hand presses over my mouth to silence me. Her lips follow to distract me further.

I can hear her undressing behind me. She walks in front of me with her panties in her hand. She twirls them around her finger and trails the cloth over my face. I inhale her delicate scent as she kisses my neck and runs her tongue over my chin. She kisses my lips, then kneels between my spread thighs. She presses her panties between my teeth for me to bite down on as she teases me.

Her tongue snakes down my body. Every slow bite and kiss drives me closer to insanity. She hoists my legs over her shoulders and inches her luscious tongue inside me. Her hands grip my waist as she sucks my clit. Her mouth feels so good that I gasp, letting the panties fall from between my teeth. She takes them and stuffs the lace inside me. I feel the fabric soaking up my juices as my walls tighten around them. The sensation of the lace and her soft smooth fingers pushing inside me is almost enough to make me come.

She whirls her tongue around my clit, now swollen and aching for release. She suctions her soft, wet lips around it as I circle my hips over her face. I take her hair in my hands and hold her head steady as I fuck her mouth. She whirls her tongue harder and faster until I explode in a jolt of pleasure.

She kisses my pussy softly, slowing her pace, letting me feel each maddening pulse. Then she slowly pulls her panties out of me and trails the soaked fabric over her tongue, tasting my juices. I am consumed, watching her luscious mouth. I slide to the floor with her and kiss her passionately, my hands gripping tightly at her breasts. I push her onto her back, her legs wrapping around my waist. I grind my pussy on hers, hard and fast. She holds me close, gripping my ass, making the sweet friction between us build. I don’t stop until she is shaking and moaning, so ready to come. Then I slide down and suck her pussy until she explodes in my mouth. I rest my fingers inside her and lick up and down, while her swollen cunt pumps and quivers against my tongue.

I kiss up her body slowly. Her chest is still heaving. I flick my tongue over her nipples and move up to kiss her lips. My thoughts are hazy, lost in the softness of her mouth. Her hands grab my face, keeping me close. Her thighs wrap around my waist again. I already know our evening will not end until morning. I commit every detail to memory and finally finish my story the next day while she sleeps. When she wakes again, I will start another chapter.

 

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Daydream, episode two: a beautiful mess

Erotic fiction inspired by Lexi Dona and Hanna Sweet in “Art”

This is a continuation from episode one, which was posted on this blog on January 10th 2017. The story so far: Helena is fascinated with Monica, an artist she sees on the train. When Monica invites her be a model, she finds herself naked and covered in paint as the gorgeous artist grinds against her…

The story continues…

“We are going to lie like this for a while, then turn over onto these towels, okay?" Monica purred.

“Okay,” Helena smiled, surrendering to the pleasurable sensation of Monica’s skin against hers.

The paint smothered the canvas and began to make a spectacular design beneath them. Monica lay still at first, but each breath they took moved their bodies even closer. She could feel Helena's pussy leaking beneath her. She rotated her hips in lazy circles over Helena's pelvis. She drank in Helena's lustful expression and kissed her neck as she pressed her hips down again.

Helena let out a soft moan as she felt Monica's pussy grinding on hers. Monica leaned in to kiss her lips as she ground harder. The slick paint covering their bodies dripped onto the canvas, making more elaborate designs. Helena smoothed her hands over Monica's back and grabbed her ass. She rocked her hips up harder as she felt the long awaited release approaching. Monica tilted her pussy forward, allowing Helena to grind on her from underneath. She could feel her orgasm getting closer. Helena bit her lip and dug her nails into Monica's flesh.

“That's it,” Monica whispered. “Let it out!” She swirled her hips faster as Helena thrust her hips up and down. Monica held her close as Helena wrapped her thighs tightly around her, intertwining their legs.

“Oh, you feel so fucking good! You're going to make me cum!” Helena whimpered.

Monica slid lower to position her pelvis over Helena's clit perfectly. Her drenched slit spread wide over Helena’s. She could feel Helena's pussy throbbing uncontrollably. Monica clenched every muscle within her until Helena came all over the canvas. Monica could feel the rhythmic pulses with each dipping thrust. Helena trembled beneath her as she kissed her passionately. They lay still for a moment, trying to catch their breath, their bodies drenched in deep green and blue.

“Okay, now turn over,” Monica smiled.

Helena carefully rolled over on top of Monica. They landed on the towels beside the canvas and looked at the work they had created with satisfaction. Each movement was perfectly emblazoned on the canvas.

 “I have a confession to make,” Helena whispered, nuzzling Monica’s neck.

“What is it, beautiful?” Monica asked softly.

“I knew who you were before you came into the shop earlier today. I have been admiring you for quite some time... on the train,” Helena admitted. “And today, before you walked in, I was daydreaming about you. And playing with myself.”

“Oh, is that why you were so flushed?” Monica laughed.

“Yes,” Helena giggled. “I was literally just about to cum when you walked in the door.”

“Well, I have a confession too,” Monica said, kissing her. She ran her hands swiftly down Helena's body and inserted her fingers inside her. “I’ve known all along. I felt you watching me.” She hooked her fingers upward, making Helena gasp. “I liked feeling your eyes on me. It made me wet.”

Monica moved her fingers faster and deeper as Helena pushed up and down on her hand. “I want to watch you cum again,” she said, moving her fingers faster. “All those times you have been fantasizing about me? Your pussy must be throbbing! I want you to let out every drop!”

Helena moaned with excitement as she felt another orgasm building rapidly inside her. Monica was fucking her so hard, she could hear her pussy squelching around her fingers. She arched up, smothering her painted breasts over Monica's mouth, trying to lessen the intensity of her approaching climax. Monica grabbed her hair and wrapped it around her hand to make sure Helena couldn't move.

“No way,” Monica grinned, while she thrust her fingers deeper. “Stay put! I am not going to stop until you cum!”

Helena was dripping over Monica's body, the mix of paint and pussy juice making her body slippery. She lost control of her senses. Her body was tensing up. She clenched her stomach muscles, feeling every thrust of Monica's fingers. Then, suddenly, her cunt shifted back as she came all over Monica's hand. Her orgasm was so strong, it made her vision blur. A black shadow cast over her sight as each wave shattered beneath her. She whimpered helplessly in Monica's ear.

“Good girl!” Monica smiled, slowly releasing her hair. Helena collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath. They lay still for a moment, bright color running down their bodies as the paint spread all over the floor. It was a beautiful mess!

Eventually they decided to clean up. Their bodies were sticky and stained with paint. Monica took Helena's hand and led her to the shower. They kissed and giggled girlishly. The floor swirled with flowing colors, causing a tie-dye effect around the drain. They took turns cleaning each other until all the paint was gone.

Helena noticed the showerhead was detachable. She sprayed it at Monica playfully, then aimed it at her pussy. She held it close to stimulate Monica’s clit with the stream of water. Monica trembled in excitement as she kissed her more fervently.

“Spread your legs wide for me,” Helena softly commanded as she turned off the water. She knelt and took Monica's entire pussy in her mouth. She massaged her clit with her tongue as she sucked on it in soft circles. Monica's body shook. She could feel her pussy tightening as Helena slid her tongue inside. Helena sucked on her clit harder and palmed Monica's curvy ass. Monica held Helena's head in place as her wet streaming cunt burst all over Helena’s luscious mouth. She yelled obscenities, her legs trembling.

Helena kissed Monica’s breasts as she got to her feet, and ran her tongue up her neck, ending at her mouth. Monica bit Helena's bottom lip playfully and took her hand. She led Helena to her bedroom and pushed her on the bed. She reached in a drawer and grabbed her favorite toy: a double-ended vibrator. Helena's eyes widened at the size of it.

“Are you putting all of that inside me?” she asked nervously.

“Of course not, silly! It's built for two,” Monica laughed. “Don't worry, I'll be gentle.”

She slid one end inside herself, then played with Helena’s pussy and slid her fingers inside. She spread her open and inserted the other end of the toy inside Helena's wet hole. Helena felt the girth of it stretch her open. She loved the vibration from the inside. It stimulated her G-spot perfectly. She relaxed and let it slide deeper.

Monica's thighs started shaking against Helena's. She wrapped them tight around Helena’s waist as the tension grew. The vibration was building a powerful orgasm within her. Every move she made sent darts of pleasure through Helena's pussy. Helena's orgasm was building, too. Monica held her closer and bit hungrily on her neck. Helena moaned in both pain and pleasure as she felt Monica's teeth sink into her flesh. Her pussy was tightening at each rotation of the vibrator. Monica would not let go of her neck, forcing Helena to dig her nails into her back. Monica finally loosened the grip of her teeth and let out a roar of pleasure. Helena dug her nails deeper, almost drawing blood. Monica screamed and clenched her muscles tight. Helena pressed her face close to Monica's as they shared a powerful simultaneous climax.

Monica turned off the toy and slowly slid it out. Helena lay down beside her and pulled her face to face. Their bodies were drenched in sweat. They kissed sweetly and caressed each other’s bodies. They finally drifted in a deep sleep with their arms and legs entangled.

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Daydream, episode one: meeting the object of her lust

Erotic fiction inspired by Lexi Dona and Hanna Sweet in “Art”

Every afternoon, Helena took the train home after working at the florist’s shop. She often noticed this woman en route to her side of town. She wasn't the usual city ‘glamazon’; she looked elegant but in a natural way. Her hair was neatly pinned up, she wore little make-up, and always dressed in black. Helena liked the way she looked when wearing glasses. The thin black frames accentuated her alluring eyes. It was almost as if she was trying to hide her beauty, which made her even more noticeable.

Helena assumed she was an artist. There were distinct paint stains on her fingers and she was often browsing through portraits on her tablet. Helena focused on her mouth; the color, the shape, the glistening moisture, and the way her stunning dimples showed when she smiled. Helena would look at the silhouette of her neck and the side of her face and wonder how her skin felt and how her lips tasted.

One day at work, there was not a customer in sight. Time was dragging. Helena looked around at the elegant bouquets and began to daydream about her mystery woman. Her mind was swirling with fantasies. She was getting so wet thinking about all the things she would do to her. Her pussy ached as she sat in reverie behind the counter.

Helena started to move her hands over her thighs and gently stroked her pussy. There were passersby moving swiftly across the glass, so she made sure she wasn't too obvious. She kept her face blank as she unbuttoned her slacks. She pressed firmly over her clit and started rubbing it. The mild circular motions were all she could do without drawing attention. She pretended that the beautiful woman on the train was on her hands and knees eating her out under the desk. She could almost feel the soft motions of her lips and her tongue as she played with herself. She moved her hand a bit faster, her other hand grasping the edge of the desk as the tension grew. It was getting more difficult to fix her face to normalcy. Her pussy was close to bursting. Her mouth dropped open as she slid her drenched fingers in and out of her wet slot. She stuck her fingers deep inside and played with the sticky fluid flowing within. She lifted her hand out of her slacks to see it. Then, she put her fingers in her mouth to taste it. She spread her legs wider and reinserted her fingers deep inside, hoping to release the pounding tension.

Helena was just at the point of climax when, lo and behold, it was her! The woman from the train was crossing the street towards the shop. Helena's heart jumped as the woman opened the door. She quickly re-buttoned her pants, her pussy leaking in denial of release. She wiped her soaked hand on her slacks and tried to look professional.

“Hi! I'm Monica,” the woman introduced herself. “I’m looking for an arrangement of roses. Could you help me put something together?”

“Yes. Yes, of course,” Helena stuttered. “I, um... we have lots of roses. What's the occasion?”

“Well, I’m working on different things for my collection,” Monica replied. She paused for a moment and gazed at Helena studiously. “Wait a minute… I know you from somewhere.”

“Yes,” Helena smiled back. “We take the same train home sometimes.”

“That's right!” Monica exclaimed. Now she noticed that Helena seemed out of sorts. Her face was flushed and her neck glistened with perspiration. “Are you unwell?”

“I'm fine,” Helena answered, a bit flustered. “It's just a hot day.” Her nerves jangled. She needed to regain her composure. Standing, she began picking out roses from different sections. “What about this one?” she asked, holding up a red American Beauty to Monica's face. Monica closed her eyes and pressed her nose over the soft petals as she took in the aroma.

“That’s beautiful!” Monica smiled. “Can I have half a dozen of those and half a dozen of the pink Belinda's Blush?” Helena picked out the flowers. As she handed them over, Monica took her hand, held it and began to examine her fingers. “You have beautiful hands,” she said. “They are perfect, actually! I hope this isn't too forward, but… may I use you?”

Helena's chest tightened. “Use me?”

“For my work, I mean,” Monica laughed. “I would love it if you would model for me.”

“Yes. Of course!” Helena giggled. “I, um... would love for you to use me.” They shared an intense moment. Helena's heart started racing. Blushing, she agreed to go to Monica’s apartment that evening. Monica kissed her hand.

“I look forward to your company,” Monica smiled, finally letting go of her hand. Then she walked out, leaving Helena speechless.

That evening, Helena went to Monica's apartment as planned. They exchanged a friendly embrace at the door and Monica showed Helena some of her work, explaining that she was preparing for an exhibition.

She told Helena she liked to start by taking photographs, and placed some of the roses in her hand. Taking close-ups, she kept exclaiming over Helena’s beautiful hands. She maintained a professional manner, but Helena could feel the sexual tension rising. Her heart jumped every time Monica adjusted her position. She loved the intensity of her expression as she focused on getting the shots she needed.

After a while, Monica put the camera aside. She fetched some paint, a large blank canvas and some clean towels.

“Would you like to make some art with me?” Monica asked with a wicked smile. "I have an idea for another painting… This time I would like to use your entire body.”

Helena nodded, confused and nervous but excited. She watched as Monica began to take off her clothes. Her body was even more flawless than she had imagined. As Monica came close and began to undress her too, Helena’s arousal overpowered her nerves; she stood gracefully in place as their eyes met, remaining calm as she waited for what was to come. Monica admired Helena's physique, peppering her skin with gentle kisses as she undressed her, breathing softly on her tingling skin. Each touch sent ripples of excitement throughout Helena’s entire body.

“Lie down on the canvas,” Monica told her. Helena lay down and Monica opened the paint cans, dipped her hands in and began to spread different colors of paint over Helena’s body, starting with her breasts and smoothing down to her stomach. Monica dipped her hands in dapples of colors and dripped them over Helena's legs and thighs.

“Okay, now turn over,” Monica said. Helena turned over and pressed her body firmly against the canvas. She was getting so turned on! She licked her lips as Monica dripped more paint all over her back. “Turn over again, please,” Monica asked her. “Now lie still so the paint sticks.”

Monica stood up and spread paint all over herself until she was covered from the neck down. She got on her hands and knees and carefully crawled on top of Helena. Monica purposefully grazed her breasts over Helena’s body, transferring some of the paint. She straddled Helena and pressed against her. Their pussies rubbed together.

“You are so wet!” Monica murmured, looking into Helena’s eyes. “Is this turning you on?”

“Yes,” Helena whispered breathlessly. “Very much."

To be continued…

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Oiling up my girlfriend’s breasts

Erotic fiction inspired by Lucy Li and Candy Sweet in “Domestic Desire”

The thing about having a friend like Gemma, if you’re anything like me (and if you are anything like me, then you should be ashamed of yourself!), is that there are times when she’s absolutely irresistible.

It’s not because she’s so pretty – she is, but that’s not what makes her so hot in my eyes – and neither is it that she’s naturally sexy, which she is. No, what gets me going are her breasts. I know, it sounds crazy, right? It’s such a male thing to be into. I mean, here’s me with my own breasts to play with whenever and wherever I want to, but do I ever feel like squeezing mine? No! Do I ever want to pull down my own top and suck my nipples hard between my teeth? Never. I’ve always liked women just as much as I like men, but it wasn’t until I became friendly with Gemma that I developed such a keen interest in other women’s tits.

We met at uni, were quick to become friends and hung out all the time, but I never made a pass at her. It wasn’t that kind of relationship and besides, she always made it clear that she was cool with me being bi but she was only interested in men.

And then summer came around and we had the chance to housesit for a weekend, looking after some rich folks’ pets. I say we, but really it was Gemma that got the job, and I just tagged along for the promise of a private pool to play in and a big ass TV to watch. It was a sweet set up. Gemma didn’t even have to meet the owners, she just had to pick up the keys and instructions from the housesitting company.

That must have been the earliest either of us ever got out of bed on a Saturday, because we were up at the house by 9.30am. Gemma fussed over the animals she was there to care for, but I was in the pool before the cats had finished meowing, having arrived with my bikini already on under my shorts. You could say I was already wet by the time Gemma arrived poolside, but as I remember it I didn’t get that wet until my hands were on her shoulders.

Gemma sauntered up in this skimpy two-piece held together by little drawstrings on her hips and neck. Damn, did she look good in her baseball cap and shades. My hand moved between my legs involuntarily as I watched her walk past me from the water.

Of course I knew she had large breasts – they were impossible not to notice – but this was the first time I had seen them quite so uncovered. Her bikini top could barely restrain them. She was in great shape; I’d never seen a body so incredible. I took a deep breath and forced myself to stop touching between my thighs.

“Will you come rub some of this lotion into my back, honey?” she called to me from the sun lounger. She was sitting with her back to me as I climbed out of the pool, but I could still see the sexy curve of her right tit.

“Sure,” I said as I sat behind her.

“Oh, will you undo my top first? I don’t want to get any cream on it.”

I tried to ignore the tingling between my thighs, but as much as I told myself this wasn’t going to go anywhere and that this was my friend not my lover, my mind still flooded with sexual thoughts. I began to rub cream into Gemma’s back and shoulders, a little more sensually than I should have.

“Oh, you’re so tense,” I said. Yeah, I know it’s corny, but it works, right? I started to massage her shoulders and neck, and she relaxed and began making appreciative murmurs – it was exciting. My hands wandered from her shoulders further down her back, following her spine, then working outwards and back up, my fingers deftly wrapping around her sides, my long nails feeling the curve of her firm breasts.

Now, at this point there was no way I could take it any further without it being an obvious come on, and I was sure Gemma was going to wind it up any second by putting her bikini back on. But to my amazement, she leaned back against me so that my hands, slick with the sun cream, slid around her waist and onto her stomach.

“Mmm, that’s nice,” Gemma purred, closing her eyes.

“Let’s get some of this lotion onto your front,” I said, not daring to believe this was happening.

My hands stroked her belly a little before I tentatively moved them to her huge tits. Her head was leaning right back over my shoulder and I stroked until her delicious, ripe breasts were glistening with lotion. Her nipples pointed skyward and I took each between thumb and finger, rolling them around and gently squeezing, feeling them grow hard.

“I’ve always known,” she said into my ear.

By then, I was hardly paying attention to mere words. “Always known what?”

“That you wanted me,” she smiled. “It’s okay.”

Now I was seriously horny. I kissed her neck, working my way around to her mouth, and she kissed me back passionately. My hands made their way down her belly but when they got to her panties, she reached for them and slid them back up to her breasts.

“This is just a bit of fun,” she whispered and kissed me again. “Now how about I rub some lotion onto you?”

She turned around and I just couldn’t stop looking at her fabulous rack. Her tits were full, round and upturned, her nipples jutting out like diamonds. The sun caught her delicious curves, the oil shining so sexily on her breasts that I was tempted to put my hands down my bikini bottoms and finger myself right there and then.

Gemma saw me looking and cupped them in her hands, bouncing them up and down for me.

“So you like big titties, huh?” she asked. All I could do was nod my head. “Yeah, they’re a lot of fun. But you have nice tits too. Let me see them?”

Incredibly, Gemma leaned forward, her slick breasts pressing up against mine, and reached behind my back to undo my top. Then she lifted my bikini over my head and sat cross legged in front of me, admiring my tits.

“Very nice. I love your nipples, they’re so dark!” she giggled. “Do they get as hard as mine?”

She ran her hands over her own tits, pinching her already stiff nipples. She squirted some lotion into her hands and started to rub the cream into my tits, cupping them first and gliding around their sides, slowly circling towards my nipples. She didn’t need to pinch them as her first touch had woken them already, but I shuddered with arousal when she took them between her thumb and finger and teased them out further.

“Wow, they get really hard,” she said, flicking one finger over each nub. “They stick out more than mine. I can tell these little darlings get a lot of attention in the bedroom!”

She reached around to spread more lotion onto my back and her nipples pressed up against mine. I felt so turned on my hands slipped around her waist and inside her panties to touch her ass.

“Uh, uh. I don’t mind you playing with my titties, but everything downstairs is off limits.”

Gemma could see the disappointment in my face replaced immediately by a stunned expression when she said, “You can touch yourself, though…”

“Are you serious?” I blurted out after a few seconds of mindfuck.

“Why not? I’m curious to see how other women play with themselves, and I bet you could teach me a few things.”

“Can I… Can I touch your tits while I’m playing with myself?” I asked, seeing how far I could go.

Gemma thought for a moment. “Okay, you can touch them if you like.” I stood up and took off my bikini briefs, so turned on I didn’t feel shy about her seeing me naked.

“Where do you want me?” Gemma asked, jumping up and giggling, her breasts bouncing. I lay down on the sun lounger and spread my legs open.

“Kneel down here beside me,” I said huskily. “Rest one of your tits in my hand so I can squeeze it.”

Gemma knelt beside me. “You have a pretty pussy, too. Dark, like your nipples. You’re wet already? Is it my titties that got you so hot?” She smiled as she lowered herself to rest her oiled tit in my hand.

Now, as much as I wanted to take my time and show Gemma how I like to make myself cum, I was so damned turned on that it was a trial to go slow. I split my pussy lips open with two fingers and dipped one into my hole. I could feel my juices on my fingertip and I spread them up to my clit and circled around it. Watching Gemma, I could see she was fascinated – her eyes never left my pussy.

The sight of my sexy best friend kneeling beside me, watching me finger my pussy, her naked, huge, oiled breasts in my hand, just threw me over the edge. Suddenly I was frigging myself furiously, two fingers inside me, my palm stroking my clit hard.

I came the moment I sat up to feel Gemma’s heavy breasts against my belly and tits, and she totally blew me away when, just as I started to cum, she reached out and put her hand on top of mine, her fingers slipping into my hole with my own.

I finished my insane orgasm with two of my own fingers and two of hers inside me. When I finally stopped shaking, she leaned over, kissed me hard on the mouth and said, “This is what best friends do for each other.”

 

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The girl with the scorpion tattoo

Erotic fiction inspired by “Vox: Reloaded” starring Nikita Bellucci and Sweet Cat

It all started with a phone call from an old friend. She considered herself a romance guru and was worried that I had kept to myself most of the year. She offered to set me up on a blind date. I entertained the idea but was slightly skeptical. She believed that horoscopes were the key to personality.

"You need a Leo!" she suggested. "Someone who is nice and sweet but won't take your crap! I have the perfect girl for you."

"But I like Scorpios!" I joked.

"Trust me," she declared. “I don't think you can handle a Scorpio."

I played along, even though I didn't believe in astrological match ups. I figured, what did I have to lose?

My friend set up a date for that same night. I was to head to some dance club in the city to meet a pretty blonde Leo. I wore a simple black dress and heels with just a hint of makeup. On the way, I heard on the radio that the moon was closer to the Earth that night than it had been in over 50 years. What if something magical was waiting for me that evening?

I felt something in the air, a sense of adventure. My date was waiting for me at the bar. She had a dazzling smile and a gorgeous body. I waved and was about to walk over to her.

Suddenly, as if by magnetic force, my hips were grabbed by beautiful slender hands. A gorgeous brunette steered me to the middle of the dance floor. I moved steadily to the beat, my hands on her slim waist. Her skirt pulled a little lower as she ground on my thigh, revealing a sexy tattoo of a scorpion on her pelvis.

"Could this be a sign?" I wondered.

I scanned her body, instantly aroused by her shape. Her crisp white shirt was tied up at her midriff, suggesting she’d gone out on a whim right after work. Her perky breasts pressed tightly together under the buttons. Her elegant neck glistened with perspiration. She lifted my chin up and kissed me. Her lips encircled my tongue as we ground seductively against each other.

I could feel the crowd staring at us, but I didn't care. As we locked eyes, it seemed like we were the only ones in the room. She was so breathtaking! There was a strong sexual aura about her that was sucking me in like a moth to a flame.

We were dancing so close, our cheeks brushed. Our breasts were pressed together, our thighs locked tight. My dress was already hiked up to my hips, but she was making it go higher. We might as well have been having sex right on the dance floor. She was hitting a very sensitive spot right on my pussy mound as we danced. I was so aroused at this point, I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her right where she stood!

"Do you want to get out of here?" I whispered in her ear, lightly stroking the dimples in her lower back.

"What do you think?" she replied flirtatiously, nibbling my neck.

I picked up a hint of her sexy French accent and got even more excited. Then, someone tapped my shoulder. It was my date! Surprisingly, she looked more aroused than angry. She smoothed her shiny blonde hair to the side and started dancing behind me. She pressed her breasts against my back and starting grinding on my ass. Her hands wrapped around me, cupping my breasts.

My date leaned close to my ear from behind and said, "I hope you know… you’re not leaving without me."

I licked my lips and grinned at the wonderful predicament I’d found myself in. I asked the brunette if she was okay with my date coming, too. She looked at the blonde and smiled. I took her lustful stare as a 'yes.'

We wound up at her place. I couldn’t resist the temptation of watching the gorgeous wild Scorpio, Nikita, and the secretly dominant sexy Leo, whose name was Cat. I slipped out of my dress and sat down on a recliner beside the bed. The girls were already kissing frantically while undressing one another. Nikita straddled Cat’s waist and Cat's hands gripped tight on her lovely bottom.

Nikita turned to me and licked her lips while she ran her hands down Cat's body. She dipped her fingers inside Cat's pussy and tasted her soaked fingers, her eyes still fixed on mine.

“Mmmm… sweet! Très doux!” she murmured. I spread my legs over the armrests of the chair and started circling my fingers over my clit as I watched.

Nikita lifted Cat's legs over her shoulders and lapped up and down her slot. Cat's legs started trembling at the increasing pressure of Nikita's luscious mouth. She held on to the back of Nikita's head, hips jerking up and down against her face. Cat was gasping and moaning, chasing after her climax. Nikita stuck her tongue deeper inside Cat's pussy, making Cat fuck her tongue.

I watched breathlessly, circling my fingers faster. It was like watching a live erotic film with the added aroma of sex and perfume. I squeezed my fingers inside my hungry cunt and fucked myself as hard as I could, watching Cat come, shaking all over Nikita's face.

I got up and joined them when Nikita mounted Cat's face. I squeezed her breasts and kissed her lush lips, glossed with Cat's wetness. Cat trailed her tongue around Nikita's juicy slot as I straddled her. I smoothed my fingers through the crease of her folds while I kissed and sucked Nikita's nipples. Cat's pussy was still having latent pulses from her orgasm.

I sat on Cat’s pelvis and wound my hips slowly over her pussy, carefully building her back up to a peak. Nikita bent back, letting me taste her clit while Cat swirled her tongue around her asshole. I suctioned my lips around her swollen flesh and waved the back of my tongue against her clit, as I continued to grind on Cat's pussy in tight circles.

Cat held on to my hips, and fucked me back harder. I was so wet, my juices were leaking over her skin. I felt another orgasm build within me, making me flick my tongue faster over Nikita's clit. She grabbed a handful of my hair and held my head in place as she fucked my mouth. I sucked her pussy harder and faster until she exploded on my lips. I didn't stop licking her until she moved my face away.

Nikita stuck her fingers in my mouth as I ground down harder on Cat's quivering cunt. I gently bit Nikita's fingers, moaning through her hand. I clenched my eyes tight and came powerfully on Cat, my final thrusts making her pussy throb on mine as she reached her own climax.

Nikita lay down next to Cat and kissed her sweetly, then leaned over and kissed me. Cat was between us, her hands roaming on our thighs. I held Cat from behind and smoothed my fingers down her side. She held my hand as she kissed Nikita.

Cat and I stayed as Nikita's guests for the night. Unfortunately, I had to attend to some business in the morning. Seeing the two of them together was a beautiful sight that was difficult to leave. On my way to work, I called my friend and thanked her for setting up the date. Then of course, I told her every dirty detail. She definitely made me a believer in the cosmos.

 

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Room service and breast worship

Erotic fiction inspired by Anoli A and Nika N in “Disrobe

The maid was just about to knock on the door to room 69 when she noticed it was slightly ajar. Following hotel etiquette, she knocked regardless and called, “Room service.”

“Come on in,” replied a female voice.

When she entered, the maid was greeted by the sight of a beautiful blonde dressed in an extremely short, see-through baby doll and panties – through which it was evident that she had been blessed with an exceptionally fine, ample pair of breasts.

“Just set it down on the table please, sweetie,” said the blonde, her tone flirtatious.

The maid put the wine where instructed. When she turned around, to her surprise the blonde was leaning against the wall by the door with her arms folded beneath her breasts, which made them look even bigger.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” she said.

The maid hesitated for a moment, and then replied, “Sure.”

“Well it’s three questions actually,” said the blonde. “Do you find me attractive, what time do you finish work, and would you like to join me for a drink?”

Somewhat taken aback by the woman’s forwardness, the maid stood there silent.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” the blonde laughed. “It’s just that I’m going through a dry spell and I find girls with big breasts really attractive.”

“Me too...” replied the maid with a naughty smile. Now she felt like she’d been given permission to look, she let her eyes linger over the blonde’s impressive curves. She knew exactly what the woman wanted, and she wanted it too.

She had to finish her shift, but she returned an hour later, a little nervous but very excited. The blonde let her in with a delighted smile, as if she’d been unsure whether she would actually show up. “I’m Anna by the way,” she said.

“Celine,” replied the maid, who was now dressed in a skirt much shorter than the one worn as part of her uniform.

Anna was still wearing the sexy babydoll and panties, and Celine studied her with a look of frank appreciation before stepping closer. They kissed, letting their tongues explore each other’s mouths, breasts pressed together so they could feel one another’s nipples hardening.

“Please undress for me,” Anna said, moving back a little to watch, one hand moving between her thighs.

Celine smiled, and removed her jacket and blouse. She wasn’t used to playing the tease, but something about the way her gorgeous observer looked at her made her feel sexy and desirable. She slipped her bra straps off her shoulders, undid the clasp and let it fall to the carpet. Anna’s face lit up when she saw Celine’s breasts. They weren’t quite as big as hers, but they were a beautiful teardrop shape with pale pink nipples.

Her reaction made Celine turn on the tease even more, sensing that it would drive Anna even crazier with lust. She turned and faced away, bent down and flipped up the back of her short skirt, flashing her plump-lipped pussy. Anna stared when she saw Celine wasn’t wearing panties.

When she stood upright again, Celine kept her back to Anna and slowly lowered her skirt down over her perfect, firm ass. She crossed her arms under her breasts, covered the nipples with her hands and turned to face Anna, who was rubbing her wet pussy through her panties as she watched. Taking her time, Celine moved her hands away from her breasts, then lifted her arms so Anna could see how they bounced and jiggled. They were the most perfect tits Anna had ever seen, and she ached to suck Celine’s nipples and explore them with her tongue.

“Do you want to touch me?” asked Celine.

“You know I do, you little tease,” replied Anna.

Celine moved to the bed and lay down, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy with the palm of her hand as she looked into Anna’s eyes. Anna took off the babydoll so Celine could see how heavily her big breasts hung on her petite frame. She had a body to die for, and she knew it. Celine rubbed herself harder as Anna peeled off her flimsy panties, which were clinging stickily to her drenched pussy. Naked, the two women gazed at each other. Celine was covered in a film of perspiration.

“You look hot,” said Anna. “In every sense of the word… let me cool you down.”

She went over to the minibar and took out a small bucket of ice. Holding a piece between her forefinger and thumb, she trailed it over Celine’s breasts, circling each of her erect nipples. Celine gasped and shuddered with pleasure. The ice gradually melted against Celine’s hot skin, droplets trickling down her body.

Anna took another piece of ice from the bucket and stroked it down over Celine’s stomach, then lower. She moved Celine’s hand away from her pussy and slid the ice between her pussy lips, making her buck her hips against the intense sensation. Celine gasped as the cold burned against her hot, engorged clit. Anna slid the ice right inside her pussy hole, where it melted almost instantaneously. Anna dove between her legs and lapped up the ice water as it trickled out, every upward stroke of her tongue making contact with Celine’s clit.

Celine rocked her hips up, grinding against Anna’s face, and her moans grew loader as Anna’s tongue pushed into her pussy. Anna drove Celine closer and closer to orgasm, then wriggled up so she could stroke her breast against Celine’s crotch. She worked Celine’s clit with her rock hard nipple, the stiff nub rubbing insistently until Celine began to tremble uncontrollably and came with a long, low moan of bliss.

Anna moved up so she could embrace Celine’s quivering body and kiss her hard on the lips. Celine responded avidly, tasting herself on Anna’s lips. Anna slid her thigh between Celine’s, rolling her onto her side so their legs were interlocked and they could grind their pussies together. As they tribbed energetically, they squeezed and groped each other’s breasts, pinching and tugging their nipples and kissing passionately. Soon Celine’s sensitized pussy was spasming as she came again, and the sensation of her wetness gushing out made Anna climax with her.

Lying with their bodies entwined as they caught their breath, Anna looked into Celine’s pretty eyes and said, “I have the room booked until Monday, so I hope we get to do this again.”

“Well I have the weekend off,” replied Celine. “So may I be so bold as to suggest I simply stay?”

Anna kissed her delightedly and said, “This calls for a celebration! I’ll order some champagne from room service – I’d like to lick it off those beautiful breasts. You’d better hide in the bathroom when it arrives though, we don’t want your coworkers to find out what you’re up to!”

 

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Dress up game: Eva watches busty Viola’s sexy show

Erotic fiction inspired by Viola Bailey and Eva Berger in “Precious Moments

Eva was lounging on the bed, watching Viola try on the outfits she had bought earlier that afternoon. She felt like she’d been waiting for this for hours, and the anticipation had driven her crazy. Viola had wanted the new outfits to be a surprise, and hadn’t let Eva see even a glimpse of what she’d bought.

Eva couldn't keep her eyes off Viola. She loved the naughty little games she played to get them both in the mood. Now she was taking her time, dressing up in the sexy outfits and letting Eva see them, then taking them off again, nice and slow. It was like a sexy fashion show.

Viola tried on a tight black dress, turned around in a slow circle, and caught Eva's eye in the mirror.

“Do you like what you see?" she asked teasingly.

“You look stunning,” Eva replied. “I am definitely enjoying the view.”

Viola blushed, seeing Eva's horny expression: eyebrow raised, licking her lips. She could tell Eva was getting aroused watching her. She grabbed one more thing to try on, just to see Eva's face light up even brighter. She slipped on a sheer black teddy over her lingerie. It made every curve of her delicious body stand out. Eva was so turned on watching Viola adjust the top to accentuate her full breasts. The back barely covered her shapely rear. At this point, the only thing on Eva's mind was to rip it off her and see her gloriously naked.

Eva walked boldly behind Viola, smoothed her hair to the side, and lovingly kissed the nape of her neck. Viola pulled Eva's hands around her, guiding them to cup her voluptuous breasts and squeeze them. She was so responsive to Eva’s touch, her nipples immediately getting hard and a shiver of pleasure sweeping through her.

Eva turned Viola around and pulled her close, her hands sliding down to grip her rear tightly. Slowly and deliberately, Eva slid the straps of Viola's teddy off her shoulders, and peeled it down, all the way to the floor. She kissed the tops of Viola’s thighs on her way back up, then licked one long wet stripe up her stomach and chest, ending in a kiss to her lips.

Viola unbuttoned Eva's blouse and softly kissed her chest while her arms were still raised, slipping it off her. She gave Eva's breasts a few playful bites and sucks, and kissed down her stomach. She knelt to ease down Eva's panties.

"We have opera tickets tonight," Viola said. "I want you nice and clean before the show." She led her lover through their dressing room to the en suite bathroom.

Eva smiled and stepped into the tub Viola had prepared for her. It was filled halfway with warm water. A heavenly scent of roses enveloped her as she sat down. Viola stood behind her and smoothed her hands over her breasts. It felt incredible! Eva leaned back and pulled Viola's face to hers, giving each other an upside down view. Viola ran her tongue around Eva's lips and pressed it into her mouth, kissed her passionately. Eva was so wet, her juices seeping out and mingling with the bath water.

Viola took off her bra and panties and bent further over the tub, her hands and knees planted firmly on the edges so she hovered over Eva, who held her up from underneath. Eva licked her way down Viola’s stomach, and pressed her lips softly against Viola's pussy. She raised her body out of the water, so Viola could taste her, too. They both took their time, softly sliding their tongues up and down each other's slot in a sexy 69 position, letting the pressure build gradually.

Viola was the first to buckle. Eva licked her clit with slow, warm strokes until her thighs began to shake. Viola had to lift her face up to let out a series of moans that ascended in pitch and volume as she reached her climax. Her juices tricked down Eva's chin as she came on her mouth.

Viola lifted herself off and slid into the water with Eva. They kissed and held each other tight. When Viola had stopped trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, she had Eva sit up on the edge of the tub, one leg in the water and the other hooked over Viola's shoulder. Viola eased her fingers inside Eva's slippery hole while pressing her mouth firmly over her delicate flesh. She whirled her tongue slowly around Eva’s clit until she lost control. Viola had to hold her thigh steady to help her keep her balance as she shook violently. Eva moaned and thrust her pelvis over Viola's face until she came hard, her body glistening with water and perspiration. Viola helped Eva back down into the water and kissed her avidly, holding her close until she came down from her orgasmic high.

After taking a real bath, they finally made it to the Opera House with moments to spare. They had box seats, and a daring idea came into Viola's mind as the lights dimmed and the curtain rose. She eased her hand up Eva's dress and stroked her finger slowly up and down her clit. Eva could barely concentrate on the show as she sat silently, trying not to moan or shake. It was the beginning of another naughty game.

 

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Pussy play in the hayloft

Erotic fiction inspired by Timea Bella and Rosaline Rose in “Selkes Stories

Dana and her best girlfriend Cindy had escaped the daily grind and gone for a long weekend at an isolated farm. It was late afternoon and Dana hadn’t seen Cindy for almost an hour, so she went outside to find her. As she was walking past the barn she heard a low groaning noise. Dana felt a rush of excitement and crept inside. She climbed the ladder to the hayloft and looked over a stack of bales. There was Cindy with her dress pulled up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles, rubbing her pussy.

Dana smiled and said, “Hey lover.”

“What the…” spluttered Cindy with a start. But when she saw it was Dana she began to giggle, caught red-handed.

“Mind if I join you?” asked Dana.

“Stupid question,” replied Cindy, patting the blanket she was lying on in invitation.

Dana took off her panties and crouched in front of Cindy, unhooking hers from her ankles. Cindy spread her legs and pointed at her pussy. Dana laughed and said, “Like I need instructions.”

Gripping Cindy’s thighs to spread them wider, Dana lowered her head and nuzzled her face against Cindy’s honey hole. As soon as the tip of her tongue flicked Cindy’s clit, Cindy groaned, grasped Dana’s head and held her hard against her pussy. Dana moaned her approval, the musky odor of Cindy’s sex making her light-headed with lust.

“Oh, that feels so good! Please eat me, baby,” Cindy gasped.

Dana flicked her tongue rapidly up and down Cindy’s juice-slicked slit before dipping it deep into her sticky depths. Cindy tasted so sweet, and she lost herself in the flavor and feel of her lover writhing beneath her. She snapped out of her reverie when Cindy’s thighs began to tremble around her ears. Cindy shrieked and her hips bucked as she came hard, grinding on Dana’s mouth.

Dana waited for Cindy to stop quaking before she raised her head. Cindy laughed when she saw her, and said, “Your mouth looks like a glazed donut.”

Dana ran her tongue over her lips. “Hmm… I kind of taste like one too,” she mused.

Cindy held Dana’s head in her hands and kissed her. “Yeah, you’re right, I do taste really sweet,” she laughed. She kept kissing her lover as she unbuttoned her shirt, smiling against her mouth as she discovered she wasn’t wearing a bra. She stroked and tweaked Dana’s nipples, then bent her head to suck on them, making Dana moan softly. Cindy finished undressing her before removing her own dress, which was now creased and covered in hay.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” she purred, expecting Dana to ask to get eaten.

“You look so pretty when you come… I want to see it again!” Dana said, rolling Cindy onto her front and pulling her up onto all fours. It turned Cindy on like crazy to know her girlfriend was getting off on pleasing her like that. She felt a fresh gush of juice between her legs as Dana ran a hand over her peachy ass, then spanked her gently and said, “How many fingers do you want, baby doll… one?”

“More!” Cindy replied.

“Two?” asked Dana.

“More!” said Cindy, her voice shaking.

“Oh my,” said Dana, grinning. “Someone’s got the devil in them today, haven’t they?” Cindy nodded vigorously and thrust her hips back at Dana. But Dana didn’t deliver straight away. Instead she started to caress Cindy’s cute little rump and teasingly ran the tip of her tongue around her tightly puckered asshole. Cindy moaned and humped back against Dana’s tongue. She groaned with frustration when Dana pulled away, teasing her even more, but her groan was cut short when Dana swiftly and effortlessly thrust three fingers straight up inside her pussy – and stopped with them deep inside her.

“Is that enough fingers for you?” asked Dana. So overwhelmed she couldn’t speak, all Cindy could do was nod her head and wriggle her lower body on Dana’s probing fingers. Dana slowly rotated her fingers inside Cindy’s sodden pussy; Cindy gripped through the blanket and into the hay beneath, and rocked her hips as she drowned in wave after wave of pleasure.

Suddenly, Dana switched it up, sliding her fingers out from between Cindy’s lust-swollen pussy lips until they were only one knuckle deep inside. Again, Cindy groaned with frustration; Dana responded by slamming them back in deep. This time, she didn’t hold them still, but thrust them back and forth, hard and fast. Cindy’s hands gripped the blanket tighter as Dana drove her closer and closer to orgasm. She knew Dana had her on all fours because it was the best position for deep penetration, and it was certainly working its magic, because she could feel another orgasm rising within her.

Cindy hit boiling point and her entire body started shaking. But Dana didn’t let up. She frigged Cindy even more forcefully, until she felt her lose it completely. Dana pulled her fingers free, just as Cindy let out a yell and a jet of warm juice squirted from her gaping slot. It missed Dana’s face but spattered over her heaving breasts.

Cindy’s body went limp and she rolled over onto her side. Dana lay down beside her, wrapped her arms and legs around her and murmured, “When you’ve fully recovered, you know it’s my turn, don’t you?”

Cindy nodded, still a bit too overwhelmed to speak.

 

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Emergency button: my naughty night nurse

Erotic fiction inspired by Noe Milk and Alexa Tomas in “Private Practice 2016”

I was admitted to the hospital for a few days; it turned out nothing was wrong, but they kept doing more tests, so I had to stay there. I was pretty upset I couldn't go home – until I met my night nurse. She was breathtaking! Her face wouldn’t have looked out of place on the cover of a magazine. Those gorgeous hazel eyes and moist full lips would make anyone weak at the knees. She was petite, with beautiful dark skin, and shiny hair that led the way down to a very shapely rear. Those scrubs really accentuated her curves. She was just my type of sexy. As soon as she came in, my heart raced to the point where the unit monitoring my vitals started beeping like crazy! 

"What’s wrong with the machine?" I gasped. "Is it broken?" I was embarrassed at being so easily excited, but it just made her smile. She didn't want to startle the other nurses, so she took the electrodes off my chest and took my temperature and blood pressure manually. I breathed deeply and tried to calm down, forcing myself to think about anything other than her soft hands pressing my skin, which was now overheated and tingling at the slightest touch. 

"You're going to be just fine," she giggled. "I will keep a close eye on you this evening. If you need anything, just push the call button and I will be right in."

She left the room and I lay there awhile, thinking about her. I wondered how her lips would taste. I was so turned on. I reached underneath my hospital gown and felt my leaking slit already moistening my fingertips. 

"I can't do this here," I thought to myself. 

The window to the hallway was open, leaving me in clear view of anyone passing. I needed some privacy. I snuck out of bed and went into the bathroom, thinking that if I had the shower running nobody would hear me. I took off my gown and stepped into the cubicle, sitting on the retractable seat. The showerhead was detachable, so I spread my legs, resting one foot up on the metal bar, and aimed the powerful jet of water right at my pussy.

The warm stream hit just right. My clit was already swollen and aching for release. I stroked my fingers over it while spraying the water at my crotch, trying to make myself come as rapidly as I could. I stuck my fingers inside my hot hole, pumping them in and out, fast and hard. I was almost there. But just when I was about to come, my foot slipped off the bar and accidentally pushed the call button on the wall. I panicked!

My night nurse was at the bathroom door within seconds. "What happened?" she asked, concerned. "Are you alright?" 

"Yes, I’m fine," I replied. "My foot just slipped."

"Your foot?" she giggled. 

"My hand, I mean," I backtracked. I'm sure she knew I was lying. I felt so embarrassed at the situation I’d been caught in that I just sat there, unable to move, water streaming off me.

"You didn't push the button on purpose, did you?" my nurse asked sternly.

"No, I didn't. I just needed… to be alone… and pushed it by accident."

I looked up at her, blushing. I thought she might scold me, or laugh at me. Instead, she came into the shower with me. Her uniform was instantly soaked. My heart raced as her lips met mine. They were so soft and luscious. I began moaning softly as we kissed. She knelt down in front of me and hoisted my leg over her shoulder. 

"There," she smiled. "I'm sure your foot won't slip now." 

She raised my other leg to the metal bar on the other side, fully exposing my pussy. I watched her eagerly as she kissed down my chest. Her lips felt amazing, sucking gently on my nipples. She leaned up to kiss my lips again, then moved down to nibble my inner thighs. She ran her tongue across my pussy and slowly up and down my slit. I was already trembling. I let out a loud moan, and she covered my mouth with her hand to keep me quiet. She quickened her pace, whirling her tongue around my clit. I thrust my hips up and down against her face, welcoming the tremors of my approaching climax. I had to bite down on her fingers to keep from screaming as I exploded from the inside out. 

I raised her beautiful face to mine and kissed her with all the passion I had inside me. I gripped her ass as she pressed her body close, still fully clothed and soaked. 

"You're going to get me in so much trouble," she whispered, kissing me again.

I stood her up and stripped off her lab coat and scrubs, hung them on the hook by the shower, and pulled her close again. Her skin was unbelievably soft and smooth. I pressed her up against the wall and rubbed my thigh on her pussy. It was so warm and wet. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I gripped her hips, encouraging her to grind on my leg. Her soft breasts felt so good against mine. I licked and sucked at her neck as she held me tighter. She started whimpering and gasping in my ear, her voice soft and muffled. I knew she was close. Her whole body was trembling.

I knelt down and encircled her tight little pussy with my mouth. I closed my lips around her clit and pressed the flat of my tongue right underneath. I could feel her flesh throb between my lips. I circled my tongue faster and faster until she came all over my face, with a low moan of pleasure.

I stood and kissed her hungrily, pushing my fingers into her throbbing cunt. She clenched her eyes tight as I fucked her fast and hard, my fingers hammering at her G-spot. Her walls squeezed my fingers tighter, her pussy getting even wetter. I didn't stop until she came a second time. Her whole body was shaking, her hips bucking against me. When she finally caught her breath she pushed me back slightly, saying she couldn’t handle any more.

I slid my fingers out of her slowly, looking deep in her eyes. She gave me the most beautiful smile, then pulled me close and kissed me again. I lost myself in the scent and taste of her.

I didn’t ever want to stop, but I also didn’t want to get her in trouble. We finally got dressed; me in my hospital gown, and her in a dry pair of scrubs – I had to sneak into the locker room to get them for her!

I hated the idea we wouldn’t get another chance to do this, but as it turned out, she was to be my night nurse for the remainder of my stay. When I found out, I wasn’t in such a hurry to get home…

 

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Feels good to be bad

Erotic fiction inspired by Lola A and Taylor Sands in “My Sweet Diary

“Have you been a good girl today, Anna?”

Anna looked at her lover, a little puzzled. “I guess so.”

“That’s a pity,” said Sarah. “I was hoping you’d say you’d been bad.”

Anna caught on quickly. “Let’s say I have been bad… what then?”

Sarah caressed Anna’s face with the backs of her fingers. “In that case, I’m going to have to give you a spanking. Go into the bedroom, undress to your panties and wait for me.”

They had never played games like this before, but the gleam in Sarah’s eyes had Anna intrigued and excited. She wondered how it would feel. Would it hurt? Would she like it? She felt a surge of nervous energy when Sarah came into the room and sat on the end of the bed.

“Come here and lie across my lap,” Sarah said. She was stern, but Anna could tell she was suppressing a smile, and felt reassured. When she was across Sarah’s knees, her lover caressed her ass, stroking and squeezing.  

“Have you really been a bad girl?” Sarah asked, running her hand over Anna’s silky panties.

“Oh I have,” Anna answered, her voice shaking with anticipation.

Sarah slid a hand between Anna’s thighs, and as she trailed a finger up and down the line of Anna’s slit, she discovered Anna’s panties were already wet. Abruptly, she smacked Anna on her left ass cheek, saying, “You need this don’t you, bad girl?”

“I do, I do…” spluttered Anna. “I’ve been a bad girl and I need to be punished.”

Sarah started spanking her firmly with the palm of her right hand. It stung, but Anna discovered she didn’t mind. In fact it was getting her unexpectedly excited. “Harder, please… I’ve been a really bad girl,” she gasped.

“How dare you!” responded Sarah, with a wicked grin that went unnoticed by Anna. “I’m in charge here. Lift up your hips!” 

Anna did as she was told, and Sarah pulled her panties down her thighs. She had made it clear who called the shots, but now she did as Anna had requested, and started spanking her harder. The slaps hurt more now they were landing on Anna’s bare ass flesh, and a hot, stinging sensation spread through her cheeks and into her pussy.

Sarah abandoned the steady rhythm she had been using until now and starting varying her strokes – sometimes quick and hard, sometimes slower, her fingers lingering on Anna’s glowing skin. She surveyed the pattern of red prints with satisfaction. She could tell the unpredictability, the ebb and flow of pain and pleasure, was starting to make Anna lose control.

When Anna was squirming and moaning on her lap, Sarah slid her hand between her lover’s thighs again. She found Anna's pussy was swollen with arousal, the lips slick with juice. Rubbing with her palm, she ran a fingertip up and down her slit, teasing at her clit until Anna shivered with pleasure.

“Have you learned your lesson, you bad girl?” Sarah asked. “Or do you need to be spanked some more?”

“More… I need you to spank me more…” Anna gasped, surprising herself. She had barely got her words out when she felt a loud slap on her right cheek, which made her shudder.

“Now stand up!” ordered Sarah. “And take off your panties!”

Being dominated by her usually gentle lover was as much of a turn on as the physical sensation of the spanking itself. As Anna kicked off her panties, Sarah took something from a drawer, then arranged a couple of pillows on the bed and told Anna to lie across them. Anna wanted to ask what was going to happen next, but a stern look from Sarah kept her quiet.

She held her breath, wondering what Sarah had taken from the drawer… then bucked her hips as a sudden slap landed across her right ass cheek. It was much harder than previously, and she realized Sarah had used a wooden paddle on her. It hurt, but in the best way. She felt a fresh flood of wetness between her thighs.

As the paddle mark on Anna’s ass flushed pink, Sarah spread her legs, pushed the pillows further underneath her and pulled her ass up so that her pussy was more exposed. Anna thought Sarah was preparing her ass for further punishment, and braced herself against the stinging pain; but she was wrong. Instead, Sarah slid two fingers knuckle deep inside Anna’s pussy. Anna sighed and pushed herself back onto them, absurdly grateful for the pressure against her sensation-hungry inner walls. Little did she know it was Sarah’s way of distracting her into thinking the spanking was over and getting her to relax and let her body loosen up.

The ruse worked a treat, and after fingering Anna’s dripping pussy until she was close to orgasm, Sarah gave her left ass cheek an almighty thwack with the paddle. Anna let out a scream, but Sarah ignored it and spanked her again, working her fingers harder, faster and deeper into Anna’s pussy – which clenched with every thrust.

Anna started squirming uncontrollably, rocking hard against Sarah’s thrusting fingers, the waves of pleasure obliterating the pain she’d felt moments earlier – and she came, experiencing the longest and most intense orgasm of her life.

Anna rolled onto her back on the bed, breathless and twitching in the aftermath of her climax. Sarah wrapped her arms around her lover, burying her face in her cleavage.

“I learned something this evening,” Anna sighed contentedly. “I need to be bad more often.”

 

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High flyers get down and dirty

Inspired by Flight of Fancy starring Zafira A and Sinn Sage

Air stewardesses Sinn and Zafira were walking down the corridor towards their flight when the final call for passengers to board boomed over the public address system. As Zafira sashayed past Sinn, she swayed her hips so her rear bounced with every step she took. She didn’t always walk like that; it was her way of being flirtatious with Sinn – which was something she’d done at every opportunity during the few months they’d worked together. So that Sinn would register her every move, Zafira made a habit of physically bumping into her; she also made sure her top was always pulled low enough to display her voluptuous cleavage.

On board, once the airplane had adjusted to cruise altitude, Sinn headed to the bathroom. As she was passing Zafira, she felt a hand brush her ass. Her blood boiled as she turned and Zafira winked naughtily at her. She didn’t know how much more of this teasing she could take, especially as she harboured yearnings for Zafira. As she held a damp cloth to her face and stared at her angry reflection in the bathroom mirror, someone knocked at the door.

“It’s me,” called Zafira mischievously. “Let me in… please.”

Although Sinn’s heart initially sank, it then skipped a beat. She took a deep breath and, with great trepidation, unlocked the door. Zafira checked that nobody was looking, and stepped inside. It was such a tight fit that they were forced to squeeze against other.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Sinn asked, frustrated. “Why do you continually tease me?”

“Me?” Zafira said with a smile, as she moved her lips closer to Sinn’s. “I’m not doing anything wrong, am I?”

“Yes you are!” Sinn snapped back. “You’re driving me crazy, I can’t take this…”

Zafira interrupted her, saying, “Well can you take this?” She planted a kiss on Sinn’s open mouth.

As their lips engaged and their tongues entwined, Sinn suddenly felt empowered. She hiked up Zafira’s skirt, slipped her hand down the front of her pantyhose, worked it inside her panties and rubbed her warm, wet pussy. She gave Zafira’s erect clit a tweak. Zafira bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a gasp of pleasure, and spread her legs as wide as she could in such a confined space, so that Sinn could inch two fingers inside her. As she groped Zafira’s heaving breasts through her blouse and bra, Sinn repeatedly thrust the two fingers deep inside her tight, juicy pussy, until Zafira started trembling and came all over her hand.

Sinn withdrew her fingers, licked one of them, and wiped the other across Zafira’s lips so she could taste her own juice.

“Now see what you made me do?” Sinn declared, eyes glinting with pleasure.

“There you go again,” answered Zafira. “Blaming me, when it was you who did the doing.”

“You’re so nasty!” Sinn said, smiling.

As she leaned in to kiss Zafira, the plane suddenly lurched and an announcement came over the public address system for everyone to take their seats due to turbulence. The girls quickly adjusted their uniforms and touched up their lipstick. Zafira stuck her head out of the door first, and when she saw that everyone on board was preoccupied with strapping themselves back into their seats, she turned to Sinn, nodded and they both made a swift exit from the bathroom. Sinn wore a smile throughout the rest of the flight, because Zafira had promised to carry on where they’d left off, during their layover.

Keeping to her promise, once they’d checked into their neighbouring rooms at the airport hotel, Zafira knocked on Sinn’s door. Sinn let her in, and barely had time to close the door behind her before Zafira grabbed her hand, dragged her to the bed and threw her on top of it. Sinn giggled as Zafira pushed her legs apart, knelt between them and ripped a huge hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. She pulled Sinn’s panties aside and dived in. She lapped away at Sinn’s thoroughly wet pussy and gently nibbled at her clit.

Sinn closed her eyes in ecstasy, murmuring, “Yes, yes… I’ve been longing for this since I first set eyes on you.”

Zafira came up for air, smiled, and spat on two of her fingers. She slid them into Sinn’s pussy, which was now so wet you could hear slurping sounds as Zafira finger-fucked her hard and fast. Sinn groaned and begged Zafira to lick her clit as well. Zafira happily did so, but as her tongue and fingers made the delicious sensations build, Sinn took control. She grabbed Zafira’s head, held it firmly against her pussy and ground herself hard against it. It wasn’t long before Sinn’s entire body started shaking with an intense orgasm, and she squirted in Zafira’s mouth.

Releasing Zafira’s head, Sinn rolled her over onto her back and said, “Wow!”

Once they’d got their breath back, Sinn undid Zafira’s uniform and popped her breasts out of her bra. She flicked and whirled her tongue rapidly over both nipples, kissing all around them. Sinn ran her tongue down over Zafira’s washboard tummy, shredding her pantyhose as she pulled them off, then yanking her panties down to her ankles. She wrapped them tighter to keep Zafira’s ankles bound as she removed her high heels and started licking the soles of her bare feet.

Zafira squirmed with delight and let out tiny sighs; sighs that soon transformed into loud groans when Sinn ran her tongue up the inside of her leg. When she reached Zafira’s glistening mound, she licked around it and down between her ass cheeks. Zafira shuddered, and Sinn unbound her ankles and spread her legs wide, making her pussy lips part so juice leaked out over the fleshy folds. Sinn lapped it up with relish and began sucking on her clit. While Zafira loved every second of Sinn’s actions, she craved penetration.

“Use your fingers,” she gasped. “Stick them in me, stick them in me.” Sinn looked up and grinned. It was her turn to play Zafira at her own game. She sucked on her fingers and started trailing them along Zafira’s sopping wet slit and over her ass, gently prodding at its entrance. Zafira was beside herself, moaning loudly and trembling with frustration. Eventually Sinn relented and slid two fingers deep inside Zafira’s pussy, as she gently eased one inside her ass.

Zafira let out a long moan. As Sinn thrust harder, faster, and deeper, Zafira clung to the sheets and started shuddering all over, sexual electricity coursing through her entire body. She shrieked with pleasure as she came like crazy and collapsed in a sweaty heap, Sinn’s fingers still buried inside her pussy and ass.

They barely made it back on board the airplane in time for their return flight, hoping nobody would notice that neither of them were wearing pantyhose now.

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My first time with another girl

Erotic fiction inspired by Macy and Veel in 'Angelic'

I’ve flirted with other women before, but only ever in front of boyfriends, because it’s a surefire way of turning them on. Recently though, it’s been on my mind more and more. I wanted to know what it would feel like to touch another girl, to feel her lips on mine. I didn’t have the courage to make it happen though; I needed a dominant woman who would teach me what to do and help me to explore this side of my sexuality.

I’d always had the impression my friend Macy was more into girls than guys, so I asked her to join me for drinks, to see where it might lead. We hadn’t been in the bar long when I began to sense she was eyeing up my braless boobs encased in a halter-neck top. I enjoyed the attention she was paying me; she’s a tall, Amazonian beauty with long black hair and vivid blue eyes, and I realized I’d always been subconsciously attracted to her. That night she was wearing a tight black boob tube and short skirt, which accentuated the curves of her sexy body.

A tune came on the sound system and I started to dance, my breasts swaying to the beat, my erect nipples clearly outlined through the thin, clinging material of my top. Macy started dancing with me and my heart beat faster as she looked in my eyes, smiled and gave one of my nipples a playful tweak. I sighed with pleasure, my eyelids fluttering as my body flooded with arousal. That was the only invitation Macy needed; she stepped in closer to me, so that one of her thighs was thrusting between mine. As we started moving in synch with each other, our breasts brushed together and we gazed into each other’s eyes, smiling; and the more we danced, the higher Macy’s tiny skirt rode up her thighs.

I could see her skimpy black panties had slid up between her pussy lips, and a shiver of lust swept through me. Macy caught me staring at her crotch, grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard. As her tongue snaked between my open lips, I closed my eyes and went weak at the knees.

I could feel her breasts heaving against me, her breathing heavy as we French kissed. She jammed a thigh up against my crotch and I ground my pussy against it, feeling myself get wet. It felt heavenly, but when I pulled back to look at Macy’s beautiful face, I noticed a couple of guys watching us lecherously. Macy turned to see what I was looking at, then said, “Screw this, we’re going back to my place.”

As soon as we were inside Macy’s apartment, she took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom, but not to the bed – instead she backed me against a wall. I was nervous and excited, but when Macy cradled my head in her hands and kissed me, I simply surrendered to the sensation.

Macy took a handful of my hair and yanked my head forward, exposing my neck. She kissed it, gently at first, then sucking hard enough to bruise, as she untied the bow that held my top together. It slipped down to my waist, exposing my tits. Macy was on them in a flash, showering them in kisses and sucking voraciously on my nipples, making them throb.

I pulled down her boob tube so her firm breasts popped out. I squeezed one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, making her moan with pleasure. Emboldened by knowing I was turning her on, I stroked her thighs with my other hand, slowly working my way up to her tight black panties, which I discovered were sopping wet. I could feel the folds of her labia through the clinging fabric, and searched for the hard nub of her clit; but the moment I found it, Macy hiked up my skirt, bringing all my focus back to my own needy body. My tiny white thong was wet through and I so desperately wanted Macy to touch my pussy, but knew I’d never get my thong down over my heavily buckled boots.

“Shall I take them off?” I asked, pointing at my footwear.

“No need,” Macy replied. “I think they’re really sexy. I have a better idea.”

She took a pair of scissors from the drawer of her dressing table and winked at me as she grabbed my thong and cut it away from my body with one quick snip. Her animalistic lust was a real turn-on; and when her long, slender fingers started to explore my pussy it drove me wild. They slipped around my fleshy folds and slid firmly over my clit, making me rock against her hand, then moved down further, teasing the creamed-up entrance to my pussy. When I was whimpering with need, tormented by the urge to be filled, she plunged two fingers inside me, deep and hard. I yelped with pleasure, grinding on them.

I wanted to touch Macy the way she was touching me. I pulled her panties to one side and stroked her shaven pussy lips. As I ran a finger up and down her sticky slit, she moaned and thrust her fingers inside me even deeper. She grabbed me tight and started building up a steadier rhythm, sliding her fingers in and out of me ferociously. It felt incredible, her fingers stretching me open and fucking me as I explored her juiced-up snatch, thrusting a second finger into the hot wetness. I could hardly believe I had my fingers buried deep in a beautiful girl’s wet pussy. She was ramming me harder and faster, my pussy making sticky slurping noises, and I did the same, trying to make her feel as good as she was making me feel.

Her pussy responded to my firm touch, and as my pace quickened, I felt her start to tremble on my hand. She was rubbing my clit hard with the palm of her hand as she fingered me, and I felt my sugar walls tighten up as I raced towards my orgasm.

Suddenly, Macy pinned me against the wall with a forearm against my chest. As she slammed her fingers in and out of me and rubbed my clit with her thumb, I started to shake. I was still squirming my fingers around inside her slippery hole, making her shudder with delight. The feeling of her body pressed against mine, the insistent thrust of her fingers, her juice trickling down my hand; the sensations built and built until my hips started bucking and I came all over Macy’s hand, writhing under her restraining grip. Seconds later she followed suit.

When we had both caught our breath, Macy released me from her grip, kissing me more gently, and asked, “Fancy something to eat?”

“You’re going to cook for me?” I replied naively.

"No I’m not,” she answered, deadpan, but with a twinkle in her eyes.

She pushed me to my knees, spreading her legs invitingly. I’d hoped to find a dominant girl to teach me what to do, and in Macy I’d certainly hit the jackpot.

 

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Onirica, Episode Four: Kinky

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

This is a continuation from episode three, which was posted on this blog on August 17, 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. She finds herself in a room with three mirrors; her reflection climbs out of one mirror to seduce her, while another mirror twin watches before emerging. As the mirror twins stimulate Alyssa’s pussy and ass to orgasm, Lola appears in the third mirror…

The story continues…

Alyssa’s vision was still blurred from the intensity of her orgasm, but she could see well enough to know that her mirror twins had vanished.

“What happened to them? What happened to Lola?”

As her mind came back into focus slowly, the whispers returned. They were subtly suggesting alien thoughts and sensations, not coming from her consciousness, but perhaps from something living deep inside her.

A gentle hand suddenly stroked across her belly. Now she clearly felt another girl's naked body get in intimate contact with her, hugging her tight, sliding together in the sweat and saliva and juice. It was beautiful, full of love.

“Lola?” The girl was caressing up and down Alyssa's tummy, reaching for her breasts, circling around her nipples, which were getting hard again.

“Lola, is it you?” Alyssa did her best to focus on the sweet and perfect creature sharing such deep love with her. Lola's smile met Alyssa's starry eyes like the sun's first light at dawn. Alyssa smiled back at her, full of passion, drawing closer to her mouth to share the kiss she had so often dreamed about.

Now they would be together forever in their own perfect world… would they?

The whispers began again, growing louder and louder. The lights grew weaker. Alyssa felt the whole room begin to tilt. The floor was slippery with pussy juice and sweat. Alyssa could feel Lola slipping away from her as the room moved to an almost vertical angle and became darker. She was growing really scared.

She was holding Lola as tight as she could, but it was getting harder to hang on to her. Her body was slippery, and she was disappearing into the darkness. The room was vertical now, the lights almost completely extinguished, but for some strange reason Alyssa wasn’t slipping as Lola was. What was happening?

A loud metallic noise broke the silence. Alyssa felt panicked. It was pitch black and she couldn't feel Lola any more. She felt something cold around her body, and realized she couldn’t move at all. A metallic device was holding her still, clamping around her wrists and ankles, pushing her into a seated position, and pressing against her back and ass. She heard rapid footsteps approach.

“Who’s there?”

Something pushed against her mouth. It was hard and round, fighting to get past her lips. She couldn’t resist, and in a few moments it was inside her mouth, a strap holding it in place. It was a ball gag!

 

“Welcome to my wonderful playground. Do you want to be a good girl and be my toy?” said a sweet voice in a sexy French accent.

A weak white light came on right above her. Alyssa immediately realized she wasn't in the same room any more. She was firmly shackled to a steel device, a chair with a large open gap where the seat should be. Her legs were held open by steel rings, her pussy totally vulnerable, while her wrists were restrained up above her head. She couldn’t move, and the ball gag filled her mouth.

Lola was there too, completely naked, her wrists tied with a dirty rope that hung from the ceiling. Right beside her, ass to ass, one of Alyssa's mirror twins was tied in the same position.

“You will be the most beautiful toy in my collection. Now it's time to play hard. I am Tiffany, this is my realm and you are mine now!” said the sexy French woman.

She grabbed a strange toy, like a strap-on but with one huge dildo protruding from the front and another from the back of the harness, which strapped around her ass. With an almost feline grace she put it on and stepped between Lola and Alyssa’s mirror twin, facing Lola’s back. She held Lola steady as she penetrated her pussy with the strap-on, then reached behind her to grab Alyssa’s mirror twin and thrust the back dildo into her.

Tiffany began to fuck both Lola and Alyssa’s mirror twin, moving back and forth harder and harder. They were both incredibly excited to be part of the kinky game, juices leaking from their pussies.

“I'm warming up for you, Alyssa – you’re next!” Tiffany purred, her sensual accent getting Alyssa aroused all over again. It was so exciting to watch Tiffany fuck both Lola and her mirror twin with the bizarre toy.

“What will she do to me?” The anticipation was making Alyssa so horny, her pussy opening up and dripping juices. The whispers had started again. They knew she wanted it too, and incredibly hard…

The End

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Again: hypersexual craving for sweet pussy

Inspired by ‘Hypersexuality’ episode three, starring Jessie Volt & Kira Zen

Have you ever had love so good, you didn't want to leave? The kind that was so irresistible that no matter how exhausted you were, you always found a reason to stay? Jessie and Kira had reached well beyond this point. It was Tuesday morning. They had been making love for three days straight. The weekend was long gone. Neither one had slept, or had anything to eat, besides each other. Yet, they were still full of energy. Kira was having a hard time leaving Jessie. She couldn't even stop kissing her while getting dressed. Jessie wasn't helping the situation either. She kept her hands wandering all over Kira's body the entire time. Jessie waited until Kira had buttoned her last button, then mischievously pinned her down on the bed.

“Bad girl!” Kira exclaimed. “Let me up or I'll have to spank you... again!”

“In that case, I won't let you up,” Jessie replied.

“I can't play. I have to go,” Kira sighed, pouting a little.

“Please, stay with me?” Jessie pleaded, grazing her lips over Kira's mouth. “You know you want to...”

Jessie looked in Kira's eyes searchingly, waiting for her to give in. Kira couldn't resist those eager eyes staring down at her. She was so adorably persuasive. It took a lot of mental strength just for Kira to get up off the bed. After all the teasing, Jessie finally let her go. Kira kissed Jessie quickly, trying her best not to look at her as she sped out the door.

Now that Kira was gone, Jessie turned her attention to her own schedule for the day and got dressed. She intended to keep busy to make the day go by faster. Meanwhile, Kira had only made it down one flight of stairs before she had to stop in the hallway. All that teasing from Jessie had really got to her. She stood against the wall with her face flushed, heart beating erratically, flooded with desire. She was breathing as if she was panicked, almost hyperventilating. Her dress felt more like chains wrapped around her body. She had spent all weekend naked and now her skin was unwillingly readjusting to being covered. She tugged on her annoyingly tight collar and soothed her neck. She couldn't think of anything but Jessie's touch. She ran her hands down to her pussy and gripped tight at the flesh. She could feel her clit throb under her panties as she thought about Jessie. Her pussy was calling out to her.

Suddenly, Kira raced back up the stairs and knocked urgently on the door. Jessie was already dressed and hurried to open it, thinking Kira had forgotten something. As soon as she opened up, Kira took Jessie in her arms and kissed her wildly. Jessie was startled. Before she knew it, Kira had Jessie pinned down on the bed. The sheets were still warm from their weekend tryst. Kira nibbled at Jessie's neck and licked up to her lips to meet in a kiss.

“Again?” Kira smiled down at Jessie.

That's all she had to say. Jessie nodded in agreement and kissed her deeply. Kira tore off the clothes imprisoning her flesh. Buttons flew all over the bed as she wriggled out of the sleeves. She rolled her dress off and quickly undressed Jessie, tossing their clothes in a crumpled pile on the floor. They entwined their fingers together and pressed closer. Kira kissed down Jessie's chest and explored her luscious breasts with her mouth. She craved the taste of Jessie's pussy.

“Sit on my face,” Kira commanded. Jessie rolled them over so she was on top and straddled Kira's face. Kira whirled her tongue around Jessie’s pussy like a cyclone. Jessie could barely stand the sensation. Her stomach muscles fluttered, trying to keep up with the accelerating pressure of Kira's lips. Kira grabbed hold of Jessie's ass and held her in place as she drank down her sweet nectar. Jessie started shaking, her hands gripping tightly at her own breasts. Her whole body shuddered as she came all over Kira's face.

Jessie collapsed on top of Kira. Their lips met once more as they breathed lustfully into each other’s mouth. Kira was so turned on, juice was seeping from her pussy. She wrapped her legs around Jessie’s waist and started humping up against her, building the friction on her pussy. She was almost there, her moans getting louder. Jessie dug her hips deeper, feeling pulses coming through Kira's clit like the first shocks of an awaiting earthquake. Suddenly, Kira's pussy squirted like a splattered piece of fruit all over the bed, liquid gushing over Jessie's pelvis.

Jessie caressed Kira’s face to calm her down. Kira's body was shaking. Jessie was so glad Kira had decided to stay. As they lay still, she thought about how to keep Kira there just a little longer. She had one more mischievous trick up her sleeve. Little did Kira know, a fully charged vibrating wand was waiting for her pussy as soon as she got dressed again.

 

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Onirica, Episode Three: Flesh

An erotic fantasy 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 July 21, 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. She finds herself in a room with three mirrors; her reflection climbs out of one mirror to seduce her, while another mirror twin watches before emerging…

The story continues…

Alyssa and her right mirror twin were kissing, sucking and swirling tongues as they ground together; they were breathing and drinking from each other. Alyssa's need to get fucked was howling a primal song through her body. Without warning, her ass cheeks were grabbed so hard that she almost screamed.

“Who is touching me?” Her mirror twin's hands were gripping her shoulders as their pussies rubbed together, so it couldn’t be her. "Who, then?"

The soft but strong hands were squeezing and spanking Alyssa's sweaty ass cheeks, spreading them wide, leaving her asshole and pussy exposed and vulnerable. "I know these hands... they are... mine!"

Alyssa's left mirror twin, who had emerged from the mirror unnoticed, was on her knees behind Alyssa, ready to give her what she was begging for; she wanted to stimulate deep inside her body, while the other twin stimulated her outside.

Something hard and wet was pushing insistently against Alyssa's asshole, lubing it up and pushing deeper, penetrating; it was the left twin's tongue, fucking Alyssa's ass as her pussy was rubbing against her right twin's thigh. It felt amazing, drool and pussy juices mixing between her cheeks in a potion of pure lust. Alyssa was moaning so loud the glass of the last remaining mirror was trembling.

Alyssa's lust was growing with each stroke, lick and push inside her ass, her mirror twins matching her hunger. Her senses were being pushed beyond any human limit, hands wandering all over her body, spanking, squeezing and rubbing. The left twin rubbed her wet pussy against Alyssa’s calf as she tongue-fucked her ass, leaving a trail of cream. The right twin was holding her tight, each tribbing against the other’s thigh, soaked in juice and sweat. The sexual excitement was almost too much for Alyssa’s body to handle, but her soul was aching for more. Only one spot was left unattended, her G-spot, which was pulsing and convulsing as her thighs and pussy hole clenched with unbearable pleasure.

As Alyssa felt her orgasm building, ready to erupt, the central mirror came alive. A dark but luminous silhouette was dancing inside it, a perfectly sculpted, elegant body. The movement was erotic and sensual, multicolored light radiating around it.

"Who is she? Could it be..?"

Alyssa's mind fell silent, held prisoner by her dominating lust. Her rational fears and questions were overwhelmed by desire, although the whispers were still there, not in words but playing subtly with sensations deep inside her.

"It’s Lola!"

For a moment she was transported back to her couch, writing on her laptop and imagining Lola in every detail: her long, toned thighs; her perfect round ass, moving so sensually; her silky golden hair, drenching the air with an intense aroma of flowers; her soft breasts, bouncing hypnotically to the same rhythm, with perky nipples begging to be sucked; her juicy pussy, with puffy labia, so inviting, needing to be explored… to be discovered, touched, caressed, massaged and stimulated at her most intimate and sensitive spot. The more Alyssa pictured Lola, the more the dark silhouette in the glass took her shape.

"Please fuck me, fuck me harder... harder, I need it... I need to come!"

As Alyssa’s body screamed for release, her right mirror twin looked deeply into her eyes, wrapping an arm around her neck as her free hand went between her legs, fingers circling around her pussy hole. The moment seemed like an eternity to Alyssa.

"Sparkling beauty, like a flaming galaxy deep within myself... clearly visible from my own eyes... so much beauty and perfection inside myself, I can finally see it!" In that everlasting moment, Alyssa realized how infinite and divine was the light living deep in her heart, making her truly alive and perfect in her own unique way. "You are a goddess, hold tight to what you see inside yourself and let that beautiful light shine… you are perfect as you are because you are unique, and you are unique because you are yourself... Alyssa!" She could hear it within herself, not in the form of words, but rather in the shape of deep and intimate sensations, feelings and love... an infinite love.

Alyssa's right mirror twin was still circling her fingers around her wide-open pussy, which was clenching like a voracious snake's mouth, ready to swallow those fingers in one bite. Her juices were flowing down her legs, lubing the right twin’s fingers, while the left twin ground furiously against her calf and tongued her asshole even deeper.

"Please fuck me, fuck me hard, please!" The urge was extreme, even more than breathing.

The right twin pushed her middle and ring fingers into Alyssa’s hungry pussy, penetrating her slowly. The sensation of those long fingers sliding against the inner walls of her pussy, making them tighten and convulse, was intense, and when they reached Alyssa’s G-spot she let out a moan of pure pleasure. The right twin increased the pressure with each stroke, the left twin still mercilessly tonguing her ass. Loud squelching noises came from her pussy, juice pouring out as the finger-fucking got harder, massaging her G-spot.

Her orgasm was building exponentially, a tsunami of liquid pleasure ready to erupt like a geyser. The sensation was intense and beautiful, a flow of warm juice running like a stream from deep inside, her most intimate, secret spot filled over and over. Meanwhile Lola was still dancing inside the glass of the largest mirror, becoming more and more visible – her joyful smile, her shining eyes.

Alyssa’s sweat and juice flowed from every pore, thighs clenching as her G-spot was pounded. Her pussy tightened, almost devouring the fingers, as she hovered on the verge of the strongest orgasm of her life.

"Please make me come, I need to come! Please fuck me, fuck me!" her body screamed out.

The left twin placed a fingertip against Alyssa’s asshole, tapping gently at first, but pressing a little harder after each tap. The tapping, probing, thrusting sensation drove Alyssa wild, another melodious moan bursting from her. It was a furious storm of pleasure, the right twin fingering her ass while biting and licking her cheeks, and the right twin barraging her G-spot while kissing all over her face and neck.

"I’m coming, I’m coming... I can't hold it anymore!"

Stroke after stroke, inside both holes, made Alyssa lose control; the right twin pulled out her fingers and a huge explosion of pleasure invested every muscle of her beautiful body, a thunderstorm that filled her with electricity. She erupted like a volcano, squirting a powerful jet of juices as the sensations swept through her. She couldn’t stay standing, sinking to the floor in a puddle of her own wetness. The squirting gradually diminished, but the tremors of her orgasm kept her trembling and convulsing like a flag in the wind.

Her thighs snapped shut, her senses swimming in the warm embrace of her own hot liquid. It was a beautiful feeling, full of passion… her own warmth, her own lust, her own love.

As her shivers of ecstasy died down, Alyssa opened her eyes and looked around. Something had happened… something had changed!

To be continued…

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“I’ll give it to you better than your boyfriend ever could!”

Erotic fiction by Renegade, inspired by Carolina Abril and Penelope Cum in ‘The Heat Reloaded’ episode one

“Her! Again! Why?” Carolina thought to herself as she peddled on her stationary exercise bike. She had been coming to this gym off and on for three weeks now and once again this mystery woman had chosen to use the weight training bench directly across from her. Normally she wouldn't care, but as the days went on she had been stealing more and more glances at this girl in front of her and it was beginning to distract her to the point of ruining her own workout.

The girl’s luscious long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail... The way her white thong leotard stretched taut across her tight, toned body, hugging every curve... Above all else though, Carolina loved how the thin white material became semi transparent when wet with sweat, exposing the outline of the girl’s rock hard nipples. She loved it, but she hated it too, because it rendered her own leotard’s crotch a sopping wet mess. She was definitely going to have to wipe the seat of the bike down with a towel after she was done today.

“She could almost be my twin too, if not for the tats and that trendy hairstyle girls have these days with half their head shaved...” Carolina thought idly, as she picked up the pace, making sure to grind herself on the seat with every follow-through. “A guy’s name inked on her hip... Must be her boyfriend. Well, maybe she wants a girlfriend, judging by the way she teases me?”

It was always the same routine with her object of desire; she never used the heavy weights matched to the bench. Always with the dumbbells, perched on the edge, and legs spread, working her arms one at a time. Image burned into her mind, Carolina closed her eyes as she rode the waves of pleasure, so close now she was on the edge of coming.

“Enough is enough!” she uttered through clenched teeth before glancing around to make sure no one was in sight. It was late, there no one there but them. Hopping off the bike, she strode confidently toward her unaware target. The poor girl only had the briefest of moments to look up in surprise before Carolina knocked the dumbbell from her hand, then pressed her own body down, pinning her to the workout bench.

“You little tease! Do you have any idea what you've done to me these last few weeks?” The other woman shook her head meekly, a look of uncertainty and maybe something else in her eyes. With their faces inches apart, Carolina pressed her lips to those of her new conquest. She was faced with initial hesitancy that soon melted away as the woman's mouth opened, yielding to a passionate kiss. It seemed to go on for minutes before Carolina pulled away, gently biting the girl’s lip.

“What's your name, sweetie?” Carolina asked, almost as an afterthought.

“Pe.. Pen... Penelope!” the woman responded breathlessly.

“You want this don't you?”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Ma'am? How cute. Well Penelope, I'm Carolina… and I'm about to give it to you better than your boyfriend ever could!” Carolina lowered her head to bite Penelope's nipples through the leotard's thin material, eliciting a gasp from her.

Her hands fondling Penelope's chest, Carolina's mouth made its way down her new lover's body, leaving a trail of kisses and pausing to pay special attention to a wet spot on Penelope's leotard where Carolina's own crotch had been pressed to her moments before.

Moving between Penelope’s spread thighs, Carolina could feel the heat emanating from that special place and see the outline of the folds through the stained cotton material. She extended her tongue for a few teasing laps, causing Penelope's whole body to tremble; it was clear it wouldn't take much to make her come. Smiling, she latched her mouth firmly to Penelope’s pussy, sucking hard on her clitoris. It was more than Penelope could take as she erupted in orgasmic bliss, her body shaking and quivering as the sensations spread over every inch of her body.

“Well that was easy, baby, but I'm not done with you yet. First though I need to get this off you!” Carolina said as she took a firm grip of the white leotard's deep cleavage. Pulling hard, it didn't take much effort for the material to give way, shredding from Penelope's chest to just above the folds of her pussy, displaying her trimmed bush. Two more tugs on the leg holes and the leotard was now a tattered rag under Penelope's fully exposed body.

Diving back in, Carolina inserted two fingers deep into Penelope's pussy while her mouth focused on her stiff clit. Her fingers probed while her tongue darted back and forth, building up a rhythm between both that caused Penelope's hips to rock in response. Changing the tempo, Carolina thrust deeper and harder with her fingers, curling them slightly to find purchase on her lover's most sensitive of spots. That was enough for Penelope as her body went into sensory overload. Her moans of lust gave way to screams of pure ecstasy as Carolina was rewarded with a mouthful of Penelope's pussy juice.

Carolina refused to stop her ministrations as she sensed Penelope had a little bit more left to give, and was determined to wring every last orgasm out of her. Again and again Penelope crashed through the barriers of pleasure until she could take no more and her screams subsided to a whimper as her body went limp, exhausted from the onslaught.

“Selfish girl! I need pleasure too, you know, especially after you’ve been teasing me like this for weeks!” exclaimed Carolina, as she stood up and moved around to straddle Penelope's face. Penelope smiled with lust in her eyes, eager to return the favour. Carolina pressed down, smothering Penelope with her dripping wet crotch. Rocking her hips back and forth she humped herself off, grinding her sensitive clitoris against Penelope's nose as Penelope's tongue lapped away at the crotch of the leotard. It wasn't enough stimulation for Carolina, and lifting up she reached back behind her and grabbed the thong back and tugged hard until the material gave way with a delicious snap.

Pulling the ripped leotard up over her head, she was now fully exposed to Penelope for the first time. But Penelope had little chance to admire her body before Carolina pressed back down, her clean shaven cunt dripping with her desire as it fully covered Penelope's mouth. Lapping away, Penelope was determined to make Caroline come as she fought her own desire to breathe. Carolina shivered as she was getting close, but felt the desire for something more – to be filled, to be penetrated.

Standing up and allowing Penelope to breathe, she shifted off of her then squatted on the floor. Lifting her legs, she propped her hips up against the side of the bench and presented herself to Penelope, who responded by licking her fingers and pressing two of them gingerly against her lover's pussy lips before slamming them deep. Carolina squealed in delight as they found the exact right spot, her pussy throbbing and clenching around the probing fingers. Unbidden, Penelope lowered her head and flicked her tongue across Carolina's exposed asshole. This new surprising sensation was enough to drive Carolina over the edge as her pussy spasmed and jet after jet of pussy juice spurted from her engorged hole. Closing her eyes, everything went black for Carolina, as her head fell back against the floor and her body clenched up and then relaxed in the aftermath of her earth shattering orgasm. Her squirt had drenched both herself and the area around her.

“Ma'am? Ma'am, are you okay?” a voice called to Carolina.

“Ohhh my head… where am I?” Carolina opened her eyes and saw a figure coming into focus. It was the woman she had just spent what felt like an eternity fucking the hell out of, standing over her with a look of concern and her white leotard still intact.

“It’s going to be alright, ma'am. My name is Penelope and I was working out at the bench over there when I heard a loud moan and then something hitting the floor. I think you might have over-exerted yourself on the bike and fallen off. Are you okay?”

“I... I think I just need to take a shower, that's all,” Carolina whispered, blushing with embarrassment. She struggled to her feet, brushing Penelope aside. Grabbing her towel she wrapped it tightly around her waist as she made her way to the locker room. She had to do something to hide the fact her crotch and thighs were now soaked in her own juices.

Penelope sighed as she watched Carolina run off to the shower, before turning her attention back to the exercise bike. Running her index finger across the length of the seat, she brought it to her nose and inhaled with a smile, before licking it clean. The locker room wasn't that far away...

Many thanks to our member, Renegade, 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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Introducing MyErotica – free fiction for filth fans!

 

I’d like to introduce a brand new erotic fiction site, the repository of all my sexual secrets: MyErotica.com. I know how much you all enjoy a dirty story; we have a thriving fiction community right here on the blog, and it’s been my great pleasure to read and share erotica from our members, as well as making a few naughty revelations of my own. Now we’re turning the heat up with a dedicated site just for our most intensely arousing stories.

MyErotica’s mission statement is “Refined erotic fiction to ignite your deepest desires” and that’s just what you’ll find there. It’s a collection of sexual confessions, exciting tales and kinky revelations for hot-blooded men and women who dare to explore their wild side.

It’s my own personal project, and I share a lot of very naughty stuff, both fantasies and real life experiences – it’s up to you to guess which is which! MyErotica also features stories by my writing partner Jaiden (who is a very bad girl indeed), and selected writers who I deem worthy of being included, including our lovely member Kat, who has shared some of her hot stories here. Whether you prefer girl on girl liaisons or girl meets boy encounters, kinky or vanilla, you're sure to find something that turns you on. 

And what’s more, it’s totally free!

So, how can you get involved?

Well first of all you can “FOLLOW” me (Rose), my writing partner Jaiden, and our online publication, MyErotica. That means you’ll be notified whenever we add a new story. You have to create a profile the first time you do this, but it only takes a moment, and of course you can use any identity you choose! Doing this also gives you a personalized feed of all the fun stuff on Medium, the mainstream platform we’ve chosen to host MyErotica. It’s the best source of interesting features, news and thought-provoking journalism I’ve ever come across, and I’m quite addicted.

Second, you can “RECOMMEND” my stories, by clicking on the little heart icon at the bottom of the story. It would mean a lot to me if you do this, because the story then reaches many more potential readers who need my filthy confessions in their life!

And third, you can CONTRIBUTE your own stories. Email me at fanfiction@metart.com (tell me it’s for MyErotica)… I look forward to reading your dirty confessions and hottest fantasies.

Please check it out and let me know what you think, and what you’d like to see at MyErotica. I’d love to write something just for you.

 

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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 one, 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…

The story continues…

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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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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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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Lounge Act, episode three

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux, inspired by Lia Tailor

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

The story continues…

The doorbell rings.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End.

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

 

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Lounge Act, episode two

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux, inspired by Jasmin B and Sylvia Lauren

This is a continuation from episode one, which was posted on this blog on March 29th 2016. The story so far: Mimi’s friend introduces her to Charlie, a flirtatious 50-year-old blonde. Back at her place, Charlie kisses Mimi and they have hot sex, grinding their pussies together before Charlie licks Mimi to an intense orgasm.   

The story continues…

I open my eyes. They’re blurry as I rub them. My surroundings are unfamiliar. I gradually remember what has happened… Charlie. She touched me all over, licked me, fucked me hard and made me come twice.

There’s a pillow under my head and a blanket over me. I get up and sit on the couch. My hands fumble in my bag for my cigarettes. Lighting one I sit back. Charlie walks in wearing only her panties.

“Well, hello!” she says, smiling and walking over. I smile back. She bends down and kisses me. Her lips taste like honey. I moan at their touch. I find an ashtray and put my cigarette out. I take her by the hips and kiss her toned stomach. I lick up to her breasts. I stand up and grab her ass, sucking on her pink nipples, which harden as I lick and bite gently.

 “Oh…” she moans, her hands running through my hair. I lick up to her neck and bite her ear. Finding her lips I kiss her deeply, my tongue running around hers, and then I suck it. I bite her neck and place my hand inside her panties and insert one finger. Her pussy is wet.

“Oh!” she exclaims, louder this time. Parting her legs, I push up her warm slit, touching her G-spot. She moans again, fondling my breasts and kissing my neck. I drag her down onto the couch and pull off her panties. My head dives in between her legs and I lick her wet pussy. I lick her clit softly and slowly, sucking and kissing until it throbs. She spreads her legs wider and I lick harder and faster. She's coming, throwing her head back and grabbing my head.

“Yes!” she screams. Her torso twists, sweat beads shine on her chest, her face is flushed. She twists one more time and lifting her body, my lips still attached to her clit, comes fiercely. She’s yelling out, her head and neck strained back, immersed in the pleasure. Then twisting again, she brings her body down and her legs shake as I lick her, kissing her sweet honey lips.

I lie on top of her, kissing her in a passionate haze of pure lust. I let her rest for a second before entering her with two fingers. She’s so wet I feel my own pussy throbbing with desire. I begin to fuck her as she lies back moaning. I add a third finger and start to fuck her hard. Her hips move with the rhythm. It turns me on, and I position my pussy over her smooth thigh and ride her as I fuck her. We’re both sweating with love heat and wet with come juice. Our eyes are locked on one another. I watch her as she watches me.

I fuck her G-spot hard and fast as I go back and forth on her leg. I reach down and kiss her, crazed in the moment. We’re both about to come. I hold my fingers inside her still for a second – holding back – then push hard and fast into her, my clit on fire. I rub up and down her leg one more time, thrusting my fingers on her G-spot, and we both come, screaming, howling, our bodies glued together.

I fall on top of her, breathing heavily near her ear. I feel my pussy juices seeping out, running down her leg. My hand lies on her soft mound, which is oozing with creamy come. She breathes heavily underneath me, wrecked by the mutual orgasm. Her hands touch my ass and I feel her finger entering my asshole.

“Oh!” I shriek. I kiss her mouth and she fucks my ass. I sit up and ride on the finger, the sting of the pain and pleasure making me dazed. She takes it out and dips two fingers into my pussy. I scream as she hits my G-spot on and off. I ride more quickly and soon I’m coming hard. I clamp my pussy down onto her hand and come, clasping her hips. I holler and fall back on the other side of the couch, savouring the intensity of my orgasm. Her hand strokes my thigh.

I lie back, eyes closed, and we clasp hands. We rest for a couple of minutes, breathing softly. It’s quiet and Charlie is so warm. I feel like I’m in a dream. Slowly she sits up and asks if I want a drink. She brings back two vodkas and I sit up, lighting a cigarette.

“You're gorgeous,” I say, looking into her dazed blue eyes. She stares at me.

“And you’re beautiful,” she replies. A shiver goes through me and I tremble a little. Just as I’m finishing my drink, the doorbell rings.

To be continued...

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

 

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Lounge Act, episode one

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux, inspired by Jasmin B and Sylvia Lauren

The three of us sit down and look at our menus. “Mmm… I feel like cake,” I say, and everyone laughs.

I’m with my good friend Sarah and she’s brought along someone from her yoga class. “Mimi, this is Charlotte,” she had said to me in the car.

“Just call me Charlie. Everyone does,” she had interjected, playing with her shoulder length blonde hair. My eyes were drawn to her straight away. Drop dead gorgeous. Blue eyes, full breasts presented in a tight black dress. Her red lipstick accentuated her luscious lips. Now we were having dinner at a restaurant in the city.

“Do you like sweets, Mimi?” Charlie asks.

“Oh yes,” Sarah laughs, “she loves to have her cake and to eat it too!”

Charlie looks at me smiling, her pretty blue eyes sparkling. “Do you, now?” she says. “Oh Mimi, check out the chef, he’s really cute.” Sarah watches me, knowing I’m gay. I turn to look, now interested to see what he looks like.

“Oh look, he’s coming over!” Charlie says. A tall guy with shaggy light brown hair walks over.

“Hi Ben,” Charlie says, “this is Mimi. She’s cute, don’t you think?” Ben looks at me grinning. His tanned arms are brown and muscular, and he has a three-day stubble growth.

“Well hello there, dear Mimi,” he says, and bows. We all laugh and off he goes back to the kitchen.

“See Mimi, I told you,” says Charlie, still smiling. I watch her sensuous lips, wondering if she fucks women. ‘Stop it!’ I think to myself. Ben is half her age but she doesn’t seem to mind. I like her a lot.

After dinner, we drop Sarah off in the cab and keep going. “Oh, I’m just up here,” I say leaning over to the cab driver.

Charlie puts a hand on my leg. She says, “Mimi, don’t you want to come to my place for a nightcap?” I hesitate. My heart starts to race and sweat breaks out on my hands. I tell the driver to keep going. At Charlie’s place, she pours us both a stiff drink, dancing around the bar. I stare at her body, particularly her toned legs. ‘What if…?’ I think. The living room is a mix of art deco and hippy furnishings. I sit on a cushion on the floor. Charlie sits on the couch close by. I take a sip of my vodka. It’s refreshing and cold. She leans over and touches my hair.

“I love your hair,” she says huskily. She strokes it and massages my head with one hand. My heart is beating out of my chest. My breath quickens. She strokes my hair away from my face and placing her drink down, leans in and kisses my cheek. She slides off the couch and sits close to me. She takes my head in her hands and places her soft lips on mine. I’m hesitant. There’s something about Charlie I’m not sure about. I know she’s fifty and I've always loved older women but it’s like she’s hiding something from me.

She looks at me. “Oh I’m sorry. I thought...” She looks despondent. I hold her head in my hands and kiss her, taking her tongue in my mouth, and suddenly I’m all-consumed by her. She’s on top of me, kissing me passionately. I kiss her back, biting her lower lip, and our tongues flick at each other. I hold her tight and kiss her neck. She groans and kisses my ear before biting it, then kisses my neck all the way down to my breasts. I quickly take my top off, throwing it aside. I begin to undress her, removing her black dress to reveal her sexy lacy panties and bra.

I take her panties off and pull down the straps of her bra. Her breasts are firm and full, the nipples pink. She pushes me down and kisses my breasts, licking around them and sucking on the nipples. She pulls off my skirt and panties. My hands are in her hair as I’m looking down at her. ‘How many erogenous zones do we have?’ I think in a stupor. She licks down to my stomach, then back up again. I quiver under her lips. Waves of fire swell in my body. My face is flushed and I feel sweat on my forehead. My clit is engorged and ready to explode. I want to touch it but wait for Charlie. She’s still kissing my stomach.

I grab her ass and pull her down on top of me forcefully, so our pussies are touching. My clit has rubbed on her silky thigh and is throbbing with desire. A mountain of rocks falls on my head when she grinds her pussy on mine. I buck my hips up and start sliding up and down her leg. My pussy is wet and I can feel Charlie's cum cream on her leg. I’m so hot for her. I grab her face and push my tongue deep into her mouth. Our mouths are locked together in a tongue battle. I rub myself up and down, then find her pussy with mine.

“Oh!” I shriek and my head goes back and I hold her as tight as I can. She’s grinding down on me, my clit ready to explode. I take her hips and buck up and down, up and down. My head rolls from side to side. I’m moaning and gasping, my mouth open, screaming strange noises. “Ah, ah ah aargh!” My back arches, my pussy hits hard on hers for ten seconds, grinding into hers, and I cum, screaming out, shrieking, holding her head like a lion its prey.

My eyes are closed as I catch my breath, lying on the floor soaked in cum juice and sweat. She moves down my body and licks and bites my thighs. “Oh!” I groan, my hands still glued to her head. She licks around my pussy, biting. I feel my clit on heat again as waves of desire fill my body. My belly is on fire. She licks softly. I moan and cry out a little. She licks my pussy lips, which are drenched in cum juice. She places one finger in me slowly. I moan as the walls of my tunnel are filled with pleasure. She goes in and out slowly, teasing me. She adds another finger.

I spread my legs out and lift them up to feel the full force of this beautiful sensation. She gets faster and I move to the rhythm. She reaches up and grabs my breast and pumps me to the hilt, hitting my G-spot forcefully. I cry out like a cat in the night. Her fingers move quickly, in out, in out, touching the G-spot every time. Her lips are back on my clit licking softly. I move my hips. I bring one leg down and buck to the movement. Each time she’s deep inside I scream out. She puts another finger inside me, and thrusts deeply. I feel all the cum juice in my pussy swelling up and ready to erupt. My legs start to tremble and I quiver all over. I squirm. My chest is hot and soaked in sweat. My belly is Mount Vesuvius ready to burst.

I thrust my groin up in the air, her fingers on my G-spot, her tongue lapping at my clit, and I cum hard, my juice spurting out of me like a hose. My body twists and turns as my creamy cum flows out of me onto the carpet and in Charlie’s face. She sucks on my lips of love like a vampire, licking every drop from top to bottom. Then she rolls me over. She lifts my ass into the air and sticks her tongue in my asshole. “Ahh!” I yell, my body still recovering from the intensity of my orgasm. It feels exquisite. It is just me and her now, nothing else exists. We are totally ensconced in a wave of passionate heat. She licks up and down my crack, my cum juice still there as her expert tongue sucks and laps up the cream. She slaps my ass and grabs me by the hips. She kisses my back up to my ears. I’m tingling all over, my nerve ends have been electrocuted, I slump down shattered.

I turn my head and close my eyes. Tears emerge. She lies down next to me and holds me close. She puts her head up close to mine and I search for a kiss. We kiss and she gently licks the tears from my eyes, stroking my hair and wrapping her legs around me. We lie there quietly, listening to the sound of our breath. I fall asleep.

To be continued…

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The Switch, Episode Four: Revealing

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Ava Courcelles and Tracy Lindsay

This is a continuation from episode three, which was posted on this blog on March 9th 2016. The story so far: 

Ava is at the gym. The lights go out while she is watching Tracy Lindsay shower, and Ava becomes enthralled by a mysterious woman who seems to take control of her mind and body, teasing her towards an orgasm but not letting her succumb to it. Ava finally cums, squirting all over Tracy, and turning her on. The room begins to disintegrate around them as Ava eats Tracy to an intense orgasm and then Tracy does the same for her…

The story continues…

Water was still pouring from the walls as the lights blinked again. Ava and Tracy moved to their knees facing each other, kissing and pressing their soft breasts together, both dripping with sweat and pussy juice. Their hands moved lower, caressing one another’s strong thighs, their kisses growing deeper.

The lights blinked again as they entwined their legs, their hot, juicy pussies pushing against each other, clits hard in an ocean of liquid lust. They began to trib, slow and steady at first but with increasing speed and intensity, each craving the other’s climax and savoring the incredible sensation of their pussies being in contact like two kissing mouths. They went harder and harder, never breaking the contact, almost as if they were one being, their juices mingling.

They gazed into each other’s eyes, the crystal sky in Ava’s and mother Earth in Tracy’s… fascinating and seductive darkness in Ava’s black hair, and the warm, embracing sunshine in Tracy’s golden locks… they were completing each other totally, not only physically with their pussies kissing so tightly they were drinking juices from each other, but also their souls, their beauty. The pleasure was doubling, tripling, quadrupling, stroke after stroke, harder and faster, harder and faster.

The friction between their legs was making loud, wet noises, their skin almost fused together by the juices spilling out. As the pressure of their orgasms built up inside them they felt the pleasure in symbiosis, until they could no longer contain it. The wet sounds echoed around the room, mingling with their moans, water streaming from the trembling walls as their primal lovemaking reached a crescendo.

“I can’t hold it any more! It’s coming hard, it’s coming!” The lights blinked again, and then nothing could stop the explosion, a powerful stream of juices squirting from each pussy, soaking them both as they kept rocking and grinding together.

Their pace gradually slowed, leaving them spent, sweaty and covered in warm, sticky pussy juice. They were in a state of total bliss, in each other’s arms, their legs scissored and their pussies still kissing. Soothed by the darkness, with only the weak emergency lights illuminating the room, Ava felt so loved. Her joy was complete when Tracy whispered, “I’ve dreamed about you since the first time you silently stepped into my life, but I never had the courage to even speak to you... you are so beautiful and charming that I’ve always thought you were unreachable for me.”

Those were the same exact thoughts that had made Ava sad until this day, the same fears, the same struggles! Ava was now seeing this experience as a gift, but from who? Was it the mysterious woman?

As Ava mused, she was still unaware of the walls crumbling around them, the water running down and now reaching them and washing away their juices. The question in her mind made her feel uneasy, but like sunshine Tracy’s smile wiped her worries away. It made Ava forget everything as Tracy whispered, “I want more! One more time!”

Ava smiled back in response. Their legs still entwined, they began to push against each other again, squirming with the sensitivity from their intense squirting orgasms. Tracy grabbed Ava’s ass cheeks, pulling Ava’s pussy even harder against her own. It sent strong chills and pleasure waves through Ava to see the primal lust in Tracy’s eyes. Tracy suddenly slapped her ass, just as if she always knew that Ava would love it – but Ava didn’t know until that moment that she would like it, so how could Tracy possibly know?

Tracy stepped up the pace dramatically, going from slow and sensual directly to hard, fast and furious. Water flowed around them. Ava was caught off-guard by this unexpected animal lust that seemed to explode inside Tracy from nowhere, after cumming so hard already. She could feel her orgasm building again like a river about to burst its banks, but she could also feel something new… something inside! As her pussy rubbed against Tracy’s, she could feel something penetrating her, rubbing her G-spot. It was strange and inexplicable, but the sensation was incredible and she knew another orgasm was imminent.

So what was fucking her so hard and deep? Ava was unable to think rationally, she could only rely on her senses, and they were at the mercy of the storm of pure lust raging through Tracy. But she could recognize the sensation; it was the same as she had felt when the mysterious woman had finger-fucked her before!

The pleasure was so overwhelming that Ava felt she might lose consciousness. Her whole awareness was focused on Tracy’s body entwined with hers, and something fucking her hard, something that felt like two fingers on her G-spot. It was moving harder, almost inhumanly so; and suddenly, without even realizing it was going to happen, Ava exploded with the most intense squirting orgasm of her life. At that moment, the power came back on and the room was lit with a bright white glow.

Ava felt the tremors of her climax gradually ebb away. Her eyes were closed, and she could no longer feel Tracy’s body against hers; the pressure against her G-spot was still there, but slowing. Her heart was racing and the waves of pleasure were caressing her whole body. 

“Oh my… what are you doing!” exclaimed a voice right beside her. Ava’s eyes fluttered open in surprise. Who was that? Could the receptionist have returned and caught them? The light was strong and it took a while for her to be able to see clearly. But when she did... she couldn’t believe her eyes.

Ava was standing right in front of herself! She literally saw herself standing there, naked and drenched in sweat and pussy juice. How was this possible? The bizarre situation started to dawn on her; she was on her back, water flowing all around, her fingers deep in her pussy as if she had just masturbated furiously under the shower. Was it all a dream? Had she only imagined having sex with Tracy? Or was she dreaming now, while she cuddled with Tracy somewhere else? Looking down at her body, she was confused to discover she didn’t recognize it.

“Tracy, are you okay?” asked the other Ava gently.

Tracy? Did she call me Tracy? Ava got to her feet and moved to the mirror at the end of the room. When she looked, she saw not her own reflection, but Tracy! She was Tracy now! It was incomprehensible.

She felt a hand stroke her hips and ass; it was the other Ava. “You taste good! May I have more?” she murmured lustfully in her unmistakeably elegant French accent. They gazed into each other’s eyes, their desire growing.

Excited by the idea of experiencing how it would feel to make love as Tracy – and the notion of literally having sex with herself as never before – she grabbed the other Ava by the hips and started kissing her; her hand was already sliding between her legs, feeling the wetness there. The other Ava was kissing her back even harder, hot and breathless.

The power went out again. As the emergency lights blinked back on, they were already having wild sex…

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 Switch, Episode Three: Joining

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Ava Courcelles and Tracy Lindsay

This is a continuation from episode two, which was posted on this blog on March 2nd 2016. The story so far:

Ava is at the gym. The lights go out while she is watching Tracy Lindsay shower, and Ava becomes enthralled by a mysterious woman who seems to take control of her mind and body, teasing her towards an orgasm but not letting her succumb to it. Ava finally cums, squirting all over Tracy, and turning her on. Tracy asks to taste Ava some more, and they begin to kiss…

The story continues…

Ava and Tracy were shut inside the steamy, humid shower room, only the weak glare of the emergency lights breaking the soft darkness. They swirled and sucked each other’s tongue while finally bringing their hands between one another’s legs. The room was heady with the smell of their excitement, Ava’s sweat and pussy juices all mixing in a potion of lust over Tracy’s sticky skin.

Ava was still trembling from her orgasm. Her pussy was incredibly sensitive, making her squirm each time Tracy gently rubbed her swollen clit, but this was getting her even hungrier for Tracy’s luscious body. Tracy was moaning with pleasure as Ava kissed and licked her neck, stroking her pussy harder while pushing her up against the tiled wall. Ava kissed her way down over Tracy’s shoulder to her hard nipples.

Tracy’s legs were shaking as Ava rubbed her clit hard and fast, dipping her fingers between Tracy’s lips and circling her pleasure hole, making the cream seep out. Their excitement was growing exponentially, each spurring the other on, as Ava made Tracy as wet, sweaty and juicy as herself. Her moans echoing around the shower room, Tracy’s thighs spread wider as Ava kissed, licked and sucked the taut muscles and soft, sensual skin of her stomach. As Ava teased Tracy’s navel with her tongue, Tracy felt the tension build between her thighs, her hard clit tingling and juices flowing down her legs. Moving further down with her tongue, Ava finally arrived at the source of the heat, right between Tracy’s toned thighs.

The emergency lights blinked. Tracy’s clit was throbbing, craving Ava’s tongue, but Ava teased her, making the anticipation build. Ava sank to her knees, her hands sliding up to Tracy’s breasts as she started to flick her clit with just the tip of her wet tongue, sending strong waves of excitement pulsing throughout her body. Ava was so turned on, her pussy dripping juices onto the tiled floor as she grabbed Tracy’s clit between her lips and sucked hard. Tracy squirmed with pure pleasure, the intense sucking overwhelming her.

They were so intent on each other that they were barely aware something was happening all around them. A small tile fell from the wall; a minute later another one fell, and then another. There was no debris on the ground, though. As the tiles tumbled and broke apart, they seemed to simply disappear.

Ava could feel Tracy’s orgasm building up inside her, and as she continued to suck her clit hard, she brought her hands slowly down, smearing Tracy’s sweat across her breasts and stomach. Her left hand slid down to Tracy’s ass, squeezing and grabbing, while her right hand wriggled between Tracy’s clenching thighs. Without pausing to tease her at all, Ava thrust two fingers right into Tracy’s pussy, pressing vigorously against her G-spot. Tracy let out a wild moan as Ava started fucking her slow and hard, juices trickling out and intensifying the strong smell of sex.

All around them the tiles were falling, breaking and disappearing, and as Tracy’s juices began to flow, water started to pour out from the disintegrating walls. Tracy was squirming, sweat and juice coating her thighs as they clenched uncontrollably. Ava fingered her even harder, massaging her throbbing G-spot while still sucking and tongue-storming her clit. The wet squishy noises could be heard over Tracy’s moans. Ava was so hungry for Tracy’s sweetness, flowing all over her tongue and fingers. She felt Tracy’s slick walls tighten up around her fingers as the uncontainable urge for release grew, impossible to hold back. Water streamed from the walls.

“It’s coming! It’s coming!” Ava could feel Tracy slipping beyond the edge, her pussy convulsing and tightening around her fingers and her G-spot beating faster than her heart. Lustful sweat and juice dripped, and the lights blinked again as Tracy hit her loud orgasmic explosion. Breathing heavily, she slid to her knees, face to face with Ava, their mingled juices puddling around them.

Ava kissed and caressed Tracy’s blissful face, feeling the warmth of Tracy’s juices spreading over her shins and feet. That sweet moment of cuddling was delicious, but it didn’t last long. Ava’s lust was surging up, and she lay back in the pool of juices, pulling Tracy on top of her, their sticky bodies rubbing together. As Tracy regained her senses a little she took control, wanting to give Ava the same pleasure she had received. She turned around into a sixty-nine, positioning her wet pussy above Ava’s thirsty mouth as she went down to taste Ava’s luscious honeypot.

Incapable of resisting, Ava let Tracy do as she wished to her, but the intensity of Tracy’s licking soon exhausted her. They rolled onto their sides, still locked together in a sixty-nine. The floor felt strangely soft and comfortable, and the warm water pouring from the walls lulled Ava into a hypnotic state. All she was aware of was Tracy licking and sucking her clit, spreading her juicy hole with fingers from both hands, not going in too deeply just yet. As Ava’s arousal swelled, she spread Tracy’s ass cheeks and started licking her tight, puckered hole, pressing her tongue into it. Tracy moaned with pleasure as Ava’s tongue penetrated her ass, sliding her fingers further into Ava’s pussy and blindly seeking out her G-spot.

They were both so wet and flowing, Ava’s pussy soaking Tracy’s fingers and tongue while she inhaled Tracy’s aphrodisiac smell permeating the humid atmosphere. The urge to cum mounted within each of them as they raced to climax. It became almost a struggle between them: Ava was fucking Tracy’s ass with her tongue really hard and deep, but Tracy’s double finger fucking, along with the ferocious clit sucking, were literally driving Ava crazy, so much that her tonguing faltered and she could do nothing except gasp and moan. She could feel another orgasm building up inside her, this one even more overwhelming. Tracy was holding her tight, her legs and arms clamped around her mercilessly, fingers slamming into her lust-swollen pussy deep and hard. Ava surrendered to Tracy’s hunger, her pussy tightening around the greedy fingers hammering her G-spot. The lights blinked again as Ava squirmed, the pressure making her G-spot throb and swell until it was impossible to hold back any longer. She exploded with another hard, wet orgasm, her juice squirting over Tracy’s hands and face.

As Ava gradually came back down from her orgasmic high, Tracy turned around to face and embrace her, their skin slippery with their sweat and juices and the flowing water. Ava was aware of Tracy’s golden hair trailing wetly over her face, and the subsiding pulse of pleasure between her legs. They could feel each other’s thoughts and desires as clearly as each other’s heartbeat, in a beautiful synchrony, sharing much more than their physical pleasure. They were connected intimately, a single being surrounded and filled with burning love. Kissing avidly, their passion began to build once again, but this time it was both the culmination of that incredible moment of pure sexual pleasure, and the beginning of something amazing for them both...

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 Switch, Episode Two: Tension

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Ava Courcelles and Tracy Lindsay

This is a continuation from episode one, which was posted on this blog on February 24th 2016. The story so far: Ava is at the gym. The lights go out while she is watching Tracy Lindsay shower, and Ava becomes enthralled by a mysterious woman who seems to take control of her mind and body, teasing her towards an orgasm but not letting her succumb to it. As Ava begs for release, Tracy hears her…

The story continues…

Hearing strange noises in the dark, Tracy turned towards the door, but she couldn’t see anything through the water running from her golden hair into her eyes. The weak glare of the emergency lights was hiding Ava – still on the brink of orgasm – from Tracy; those few seconds seemed eternal as they were suspended between two possible outcomes.

“You want to cum? I’ll give you what you want, but she will see you. Or, if you ask me, I can leave you like this and you’ll have time to hide within your doubts... you decide!” whispered the mysterious seducer.

The words rattled around Ava’s conflicted mind, the emergency lights blinking as if to mock her indecision. But suddenly she couldn’t think about anything other than the mighty orgasm pent up inside her, ready to explode. There was no fear or doubt in that perfect moment: Ava was suspended over a dizzying edge, her naked feet standing in a small puddle of the juices dripping from her pussy... even the smallest breath of air on her clit could push her over and make her cum.

That moment felt almost eternal to Ava, but in reality it wasn’t at all; Tracy grabbed her towel and wiped the water from her eyes. Ava could still feel the mysterious woman press hard against her body while holding her with both hands, the strong thumb pushing on her G-spot without moving.

“I need to cum! Please… please fuck me hard and make me cum!” she was moaning almost unconsciously.

The sound drew Tracy’s attention again. “Is someone there?” she said fearfully, covering herself with the towel and holding it tight to her breasts. Ava’s heart was beating so fast her chest was heaving, and her pussy was pulsing even harder, soaking her trembling inner thighs with cream.

“Look at her, look how beautiful and clean she is… you’re going to make her very dirty again!” whispered the mysterious woman, biting Ava’s neck and sending chills up her spine.

Just as Tracy began walking towards the door – and towards Ava – the mysterious woman moved her hand from Ava’s drenched pussy to her mouth. Ava could smell her own pussy juice as the hand approached her face, driving her even more wild.

“Don’t scream… you don’t want to spoil the surprise, don’t you?” the woman taunted her.

Her hand wrapped around Ava’s mouth, smearing it with her own pussy juice. Her other hand slid down from Ava’s breasts to her pussy, carefully keeping her teetering on the edge. She moved her feet, freeing Ava’s clenching and shaking legs but without letting her damp thighs clamp shut.

Ava’s pussy was now freely accessible, and the mysterious woman shoved her middle and index fingers inside, opening her up and seeking out her G-spot. She started finger-fucking Ava hard and fast, the pace increasing with every step Tracy took towards her. Now Tracy could hear the woman’s hand slapping against Ava’s pussy with each stroke, and the wet squelching sounds coming from inside her. Ava could scarcely hold back her moans, her pure primal lust swelling inside her, but the woman’s hand over her mouth muffled the sound.

“It’s coming! It’s coming! I can’t hold it anymore!” Ava screamed inside her head.  The finger-fucking was making her juices spill out copiously. She was squirming and trembling uncontrollably, the pressure on her G-spot building to a crescendo. She was on the very edge of an epic explosion, feeling herself already over the point of no return, where only gravity has to do all the work!

With each step Tracy took towards the door, the pounding and wet squishy sounds grew louder; and a small warm river of fluid was just wetting her toes. As she reached the door and opened it, the lights suddenly came back on, and she dropped her towel in surprise, leaving her naked again. That was the final trigger for Ava, and at that same moment she exploded in an overwhelming and extremely hard orgasm, squirting like a throttled hose; a vigorous jet of warm pussy juices sprayed over Tracy, splashing across her thighs and pussy. It was fast and intense for both of them.

Still at the mercy of her pleasure, Ava lost her balance, collapsing to the ground in the puddle of her own pussy juices. Her legs were clenching and trembling, her fingers still deep inside, on her G-spot, but gradually slowing down. As she regained her senses, she realised the mysterious woman had disappeared when the lights came back on. Then, as she opened her eyes, it dawned on her what had happened – she had just squirted all over Tracy!

Tracy’s naked body was dripping with Ava’s juices. Her feet were in a puddle, and small droplets were trickling down her thighs. The smell of Ava’s uncontrollable excitement was all over her. Ava’s mind started whirling again, wondering if Tracy was about to freak out on her… but actually Tracy’s eyes suggested something different entirely. As the initial shock faded away, she gazed at Ava with frank desire written over her face. The smell and feel of Ava’s warm juice had made her suddenly excited, her clit tingling and her nipples getting hard. As Ava stared at her, she ran a hand over her thighs and pussy, then brought it to her mouth and licked off the juice.

“You taste so good!” she purred, her eyes bright. “I want more… may I taste you some more?”

Ava couldn’t believe her ears or eyes! Tracy was looking at her in a way she’d only imagined in her wildest dreams. She didn’t even have time to wonder what would happen next, as Tracy moved rapidly towards her, helped her up and embraced her sweetly, squeezing her ass. Their naked, sticky bodies pressed against each other, nipples rubbing together as they kissed.

Reaching behind her, Tracy pulled the door closed again. The lights blinked, but Ava was hardly aware of it, as she was so lost in the bliss of kissing Tracy. She could still somehow sense the presence of the mystery woman, but Tracy’s breathtaking kisses were making it hard for her to focus on any conscious thought. 

But as Tracy ground harder against Ava, the lights started blinking repeatedly, and Ava became certain someone or something else was in the room with them. This certainty grew each time the lights blinked. Then there was a pause, like a feeling of expectancy, and the lights went out again, leaving only the weak emergency lights to illuminate the two naked women… it had begun.

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 Switch, Episode One: Hiding

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Ava Courcelles and Tracy Lindsay

Ava was working out, as she did every evening. She waited eagerly for that particular moment of the day not only because it was a beautiful and healthy way to relieve stress, but also because of her: Tracy. Ava had seen Tracy for the first time at the gym, and silently fallen in love with her right then and there.

Tracy was simply gorgeous and her perfect body – especially when she was wearing those tight, short workout pants – was gradually driving Ava crazy. The proximity teased her, giving her just a little taste of that same air they were sharing while exercising, deeply drenched with Tracy’s aphrodisiac smell, while she was sweating right next to her.

Days and days near Tracy, and Ava had never even had the courage to speak to her, not even a simple “Bonjour.” One day she had accidentally stared at her for too long while drying herself in the locker room, and Tracy had responded with a quick smile. That little smile made Ava’s heart almost jump out of her chest! Tracy was so incredibly beautiful, but she seemed unreachable.

Soon after Tracy finished her daily workout, Ava ended hers too and followed her into the locker room. It was a struggle to wait even that long, not wanting to seem like she was following Tracy, even if she was only there to see her. When she entered the locker room, Tracy was already taking her top off, revealing her perfect breasts, glistening with perspiration. As she slowly undressed, Ava’s eyes wandered minutely over Tracy’s body. Tracy was covered in sweat, and her short, tight pants left her long legs exposed to Ava’s hungry eyes. Ava observed her inch by inch, starting from her delicate feet and up her strong calves, jumping over her knees and hungrily embracing her toned and sculpted thighs. They moved up slowly and admiringly. Tracy wasn’t wearing anything under those tight pants; Ava’s eyes fixed on her teasing camel toe. The intense observation was making Ava so horny she could literally feel her pussy throbbing. Her own tight pants rubbed against her pulsing clit, amplifying the sensation.

“I wonder how she tastes? I would love to lick and suck every single part of her body now. I wish I could feel her pussy on every cell of my tongue!” Ava mused. It was hard to keep her hands still. She wanted to shove a hand down her pants and finger herself right in front of Tracy. She had to suppress a moan of pure lust when Tracy peeled down her pants, revealing her naked body in all its sculpted and harmonious perfection. It was the first time she’d been totally naked in such close proximity, and Ava’s mind was filled with a clamour of excitement as she took in the sight of Tracy’s sweat-drenched skin, her pussy looking so juicy and inviting.

“She wants you to touch her!” whispered something inside Ava’s whirling mind… but who was it? The thought seemed to be independent of her, and it echoed throughout her body, making her even more excited. She felt a trickle of juice flowing from her pussy, forming a small wet spot on the crotch of her workout pants.

Tracy turned and walked into the shower, leaving Ava alone and on the brink of losing control. This was the worst moment; she wanted to touch herself, but she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with just one quick orgasm, and there was no time to explore her pleasure the way she needed to. She had to resist! The sound of running water tormented her. She knew Tracy was showering, touching her naked skin, separated from her only by the fragile door. Her mind began to spin again.

Suddenly the power went out, leaving the whole gym pitch dark for a brief second. The emergency lights immediately kicked in, lighting the room more weakly. They seemed to be blinking slightly. Ava could still hear Tracy showering, but apart from that… silence. She realized she and Tracy were alone. There was no light coming from the gym, only the dim twilight outside. Strange thoughts, wild and unspeakable desires seemed to be whispering inside her head.

“She is there alone, wet and naked in the dark… you can taste her if you dare… maybe she wants to taste you too!” It was tempting. Tracy was so vulnerable to her lust, but Ava was still in control… for now. She suddenly had the strangest sensation that she was losing control of her own legs. Before long she realized how futile it was to struggle against the storm of lust growing deep inside a dark corner of her subconscious, as her beautiful legs started moving by themselves. Slowly but surely, her naked feet touched the cold ground. Silent and catlike, they carried her nearer to the shower. It was as if something inside her had taken control of her body, but without letting her fade away, so her senses seemed to be heightened rather than blunted.

Reaching the shower door, Ava felt her hands being stolen from her control in the same way as her legs. The tingling, pulsing sensation between her thighs was stronger than ever as her left hand opened the shower door silently, allowing Ava to see inside. Tracy was alone in the large shower room, naked under the cascading water as she stroked her skin sensually, washing away the sweat and grime from her workout. She was artfully illuminated by the soft emergency lights.

Admiring Tracy as she washed herself was pushing Ava’s control to the limit, especially as Tracy started to slowly rub her pussy. It seemed she was doing it as much to tease herself as to get clean. Ava’s rational mind was still fighting against her primal lust, frightened that Tracy would catch her peeping.

“You want her more than you want to fight me!” the whisperer insinuated inside Ava’s head. She fought to hold her hands still, despite the drive to let them slip inside her pants and touch her soaked pussy.

“I can’t! I can’t! Get out of me!” she screamed back, inside her head.

“As you wish!” the whisperer responded; and in the blink of an eye Ava felt something materialize behind her. Suddenly she could feel a breath on her sweaty neck, but as she tried to turn around to see who was there, she was firmly grabbed by two hands – two beautiful female hands. One went to her breasts, and the other slid straight between her legs. Ava’s first feeling was one of intense surprise, but strangely, she was not afraid. She could feel the mysterious woman’s body, as sculpted and toned as her own, pressing against her from behind. She was naked, her soft skin touching Ava’s sweaty body.

The sensations were so intense. A mystery woman was holding her tight, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her pussy through her tight pants, while the protagonist of her wildest sexual fantasies was showering just a few steps away from her, unaware of her presence. Ava felt the pleasure building deep inside her pussy, her G-spot throbbing, well-lubed with her cream and ready for an intense massage.

“You want her as much as I want you… I’ll have you and you’ll have her!” the mystery woman whispered in her ear. Ava wasn’t fighting any more: she was completely stripped of any control, not by her dominatrix but by herself.

Did the woman catch the scent of Ava’s pussy juice? Suddenly she ripped away Ava’s workout top and pants, leaving her naked and exposed. Ava felt the woman’s toned body push even harder against her, one hand circling her stiff nipples as the strong feet and legs wrapped around hers, holding her in place. The woman’s other hand was stroking over Ava’s hip, giving her goosebumps, and then moved to her ass. Her fingers stroked the top of Ava’s ass cheeks, then slid between them. Her thumb arched up, pushing against her asshole without penetrating her, just teasing. Ava could feel the woman’s powerful desire for her, and coupled with her own overwhelming arousal, it was driving her crazy. Her pussy was dripping wet, the tops of her thighs soaked with her cream, as the woman’s thumb pressed harder against her ass.

“Please… please fuck me! Fuck me hard, please!” Ava was begging inside her head, over and over. She was scarcely even aware of Tracy now, all her attention focused on the sensations that were tormenting her. The mysterious woman was playing with her, rubbing her thumb over her asshole, letting her fingers drift closer to Ava’s soaked pussy. Ava knew she was listening to her thoughts. The tension was building inside her, desperate for release.

Ava gasped as the woman suddenly thrust her thumb deep inside her pussy, curling it to catch her G-spot. She barely managed to stifle her moan of pleasure, the running water masking the sound from Tracy’s ears. Ava dimly registered the need to keep quiet, but her conscious thoughts slipped away as the woman started to frig her pussy, massaging her G-spot with every thrust. Ava’s beautiful legs were clenching and trembling at every stroke, but the woman’s tight grip kept her upright, even as she fucked her vigorously. Ava’s pussy was pouring juices, her G-spot pulsing, her moans growing louder.

“You want to do this to her, right? I’m preparing you for her, she wants you juicy and warm!” whispered the mysterious woman, kissing and biting Ava’s neck.

Ava was shaking with pleasure as the rhythmical fucking grew faster, pushing her towards an explosive orgasm. The juices built inside her like a furious river about to burst its dam. The woman grabbed Ava’s pussy with her other fingers, squeezing and rubbing her clit, as her thumb hammered the G-spot. With her left hand, she was still pinching Ava’s nipples. Ava could hear the wet squelching of her pussy, and her own uncontrollable moans, even over the noise of the shower.

But just as Ava was sure she was about to tip over the edge and lose herself completely, Tracy finished her shower. As she turned off the faucet, the mystery woman grew still, holding her thumb firmly against Ava’s G-spot without moving.

“Please! Please let me cum! Let me cum!” Ava whimpered.

For the first time, Tracy because aware of the sound, and turned towards her…

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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Nekane: Four Dreams and a Shower

Erotic fiction by Noel, inspired by Nekane

After a hard day at work, Nekane is sitting outside in the garden, wearing only a skimpy pair of panties, so she can sunbathe. It’s quite warm outside, and she drifts off to sleep. Here’s what she dreams…

Dream One

Nekane is lying on her side when a feminine hand appears and starts to move over her body, slowly and sensuously. The hand caresses Nekane’s beautiful breasts, teasing her nipples until they are stiff. It moves down to squeeze her curvaceous bottom. Nekane wakes up, startled and looks around, but there is no one there. She wonders what the dream could have meant and why she only dreamed of a hand. She is a little confused and disturbed, but also feels the first stirrings of arousal. Still musing about her strange dream, she lies back and gradually drifts off to sleep again.

Dream Two

Nekane is lying on her back when the lower half of a beautiful face appears above her. The soft lips begin to kiss her neck and collarbones, slowly moving down towards her breasts. They blow warm air on her stiff nipples. Her big breasts are licked and sucked all over. The lips part and the mouth bites one of her breasts, gently and teasingly. The sensation wakes Nekane again, and she looks around, breathless and flustered. Nobody is there. Strangely perturbed, she slowly relaxes and falls back to sleep. 

Dream Three

Nekane is still lying on her back when a hand appears again; this time it begins to rub her pussy gently through her flimsy panties until her wetness can be seen soaking through the thin fabric. Nekane takes hold of the hand and guides it inside her panties. She moves her own hand away, allowing her mysterious seducer full rein to touch her. The other hand of the seducer appears, pulling Nekane’s panties aside and beginning to finger-fuck her. Nekane’s pussy is soaking wet and she begins to moan with pleasure and buck her hips. Once again she wakes up startled. She touches her pussy, which is indeed dripping wet. She is horny now, and touches herself gently as she drifts off again.

Dream Four

Now Nekane is standing, looking directly into the face of her seducer, but it is in shadow and she still can’t see it clearly. Their lips move together and they begin to kiss passionately. Their mutual hunger grows, with frenetic French kissing and tongue sucking. This time when Nekane suddenly wakes she feels terribly frustrated and maddened by unsatisfied lust. She decides to take a shower to cool herself down.

The Shower

As the warm water trickles over Nekane’s voluptuous body, a pair of hands appears and begins to soap up her bounteous breasts. This time, she knows she is awake, and she feels overwhelming arousal. She can feel the seducer’s breasts press against her back as the arms encircle her. One hand continues to caress her breasts as the other slides down to finger her pussy again. After she orgasms, Nekane slowly turns around to see who her seducer is. They kiss avidly.

The seducer is…

 

Many thanks to our member, Natale, 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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Refreshed

Erotic fiction inspired by Nicole Smith and Taylor Shay

The smell of chlorine, warm skin, your perfume as you move closer and murmur in my ear. The taste of oranges as I kiss your sweet lips. I came here feeling parched, arid, incapable of love, and you quenched my thirst and then made me burn with lust for you.

“Kiss me again,” you purr, and I push you back into the shallow water, moving on top of you, your legs wrapping around me. We grind and rock, breasts and hips pressed together, my hair in your face, my tongue dancing with yours.

“I want to taste you,” I gasp, breathless with desire. Lifting you onto the edge of the pool, I nuzzle your crotch through your soaked bikini panties, breathing in your heat and fragrance, then tug them down and push your thighs apart. Careless of who might be watching, I run my tongue along the slippery seam of your pussy, feeling you quiver. My tongue plunges deeper, plowing the furrow as your flower opens to me, lapping up your nectar.

Your wetness smears my lips as you oscillate against me, your breath coming in gasps, your thighs trembling. When your moans quicken I reach for my glass, trickling some of the sweet, chilled juice over your hot flesh. You cry out, fingers tangling in my hair, and I lap up every drop of juice and suck you to the peak of pleasure, let the waves of sensation recede a little way, then take you right up to the peak again.

Glistening with sweat, you tilt my face up to yours and kiss me, licking your cream from my lips. “Now I’m thirsty…” you say with a smile.

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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Anticipation

Erotic fiction inspired by Lia Tailor

Alone in my hotel room, waiting for my lover to arrive, I was bored and horny. I was lying on the sofa, naked except for my white panties, thinking about what might happen when she arrived. Yes, I said SHE. I’d never been in a physical relationship with another woman until I met her, and just thinking about her touch made me shiver with anticipation.

Squeezing my breasts, I imagined her lips closing around my nipple, her hot tongue flicking against it, making it stiffen. I pictured her naked, holding me tight, her breasts squashed against mine as we kissed and kissed. I spread my thighs a little wider and stroked my fingers lightly over my panties and between my legs, feeling my pussy quiver. I knew her touch would be just as light and gentle to begin with, becoming firmer and more insistent as she felt my juice begin to soak through the thin fabric.

I rubbed my panty crotch harder, my fingers finding the groove between my plump lips, the dampening fabric moulding to my folds. I slid my hand inside my panties to find my slit already slippery with arousal, my fingers gliding up and down over my clit and between my pussy lips smoothly. I tugged the panties tighter against my pussy, the delicious friction sending a surge of pleasure through me, and then peeled the sticky fabric away from my creamy hotspot.

Circling a finger over my puffed-up clit, I imagined my lover’s eyes drinking in the sight of my flushed pink pussy, wet and throbbing with desire for her. I slid my panties down around my ankles, enjoying the way they held my feet together so that my thighs splayed wider open, displaying my juicy pussy so flagrantly. Teasing myself with how long I could resist, I slid my fingers up and down my saturated slot over and over, before finally allowing them to sink inside. I was so turned on that my pussy walls immediately spasmed around my probing fingers, sending tremors of excitement through my body. I knew it wouldn’t take much more to make me orgasm, but I wanted to hold back. I wanted her to be watching me when I came.

Turning onto my front, I clasped my hands together and thrust them between my legs, humping my pussy against them. It was enough to keep me at fever pitch, but not quite enough to push me over the edge. Right on cue, there was a knock at the door. I answered it naked, of course… and a few minutes later I did finally enjoy my first orgasm of the day (but by no means my last) with my lover’s fingers jammed deep inside me, and her lips on mine.

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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Body Language

Erotic fiction inspired by Apolonia and Misha Cross

Misha tries to keep her voice steady as she reads, but she’s stumbling over the words as Apolonia slides a hand up her skirt. She’s never seen this side of Apolonia before, so strong and domineering. It makes her excited, and a little nervous. She glances up from the page as Apolonia begins to unbutton her blouse, and the look of lust on her seducer’s pretty face almost overpowers her. She struggles on as Apolonia removes her bra, and kneels to slide down her panties, but by the time Apolonia tears the book from her hands and stuffs her panties into her mouth to silence her, she is already quivering with anticipation. Those pretty lips around her nipple are all it takes, and she surrenders utterly as Apolonia throws her on the sofa and spanks her ass cheeks, before burying her tongue in that tempting pink slot.

The ferocity with which Apolonia licks, sucks, finger-fucks and spanks her has Misha moaning and grabbing her lover’s hand to urge her on. She’s completely lost in a pleasure so intense it’s almost painful. She moves to her knees and Apolonia spanks her again and eats her hungrily, her own fingers strumming her clit to intensify the sensations. She straddles the doll-like beauty’s face and bucks her hips as she rides, shaking on the brink of release; then moves into spoons, letting Apolonia handle her roughly and frig her to a climax that consumes her.

Pulling off Apolonia’s panties with her teeth, Misha uses them to gag her lover, as she plunges her fingers into that juiced up box and tongues her asshole. Now she’s playing power games of her own, pulling Apolonia’s hair, spitting, squeezing, grabbing and sucking until the Spanish sweetheart gasps and moans and thrusts back hard against her hand. When Apolonia sits astride Misha’s lap and rides her fingers, she is almost delirious with pleasure, shuddering through a noisy orgasm with Misha’s mouth clamped to her breast.

Misha’s face and pussy are both flushed bright pink with sexual adrenaline as Apolonia moves on top of her in a sixty-nine and begins to rub and lick her again. She slides her fingers into Apolonia’s snatch as it hovers over her lips, too consumed with ecstasy to lick until her orgasm has subsided. She kisses her lover, tender now that her passion is spent, Apolonia quickly re-establishing herself as the dominant partner with some assertive sucking and grabbing. Misha knows she’ll never be able to resist Apolonia’s seductive blend of beauty and power…

 

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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Erotic fiction for VivThomas?

Is erotic fiction something you’d enjoy reading here? I’m not talking ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ (I think I already made my feelings about that very clear!). I mean fiction inspired by the beautiful girls we feature. Or maybe even fiction written by YOU?

Erotic fiction is a very fulfilling form of self-expression, and can be an exciting way to live out fantasies that you don't quite dare to try in real life!

Some of you may remember that way back when Avril Thomas used to write this blog, she would sometimes share her erotic experiences and fantasies (and very naughty they were, too!). I always looked forward to reading her racy stories, so I thought I’d revive the idea with a little fiction writing of my own. It's the first time I've ever tried something like this, and it turned out to be quite... stimulating!

You can read my first three stories at http://blog.met-art.com/erotic-fiction/staircase-tribute-sabrisse/ and http://blog.met-art.com/erotic-fiction/meadow-tribute-genevieve/ and http://www.thelifeerotic.com/blog/20150326/Caravan_of_Love/ - here’s a little taster:

“Your fingers brush downwards, grazing the fluffy line of hair that leads to those delicate pink folds. I inch closer, breathing more heavily, all my willpower focused on restraining the urge to reach out…” (inspired by Sabrisse, MetArt).

“My hand seeks the pulsing source of my energy. And that’s it; all sense of control is lost as I plunge three fingers into my slippery slot, my thumb rubbing frantically on my clit. Almost immediately I feel a gush of wetness…” (inspired by Saju, The Life Erotic)

"Turning onto your knees, your face buried in the warm blanket, you feel the full force of the sun bless your upturned pussy as your expose yourself to its bright gaze. .." (inspired by Genevieve, MetArt).

What do you think – would you enjoy reading erotica inspired by your favourite VivThomas girls? Let me know! And if you’d like to contribute your own stories, you can send them to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don’t promise to post them in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

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    lesvoyuer 6 hours ago

    This is so perfect a match and so unrehearsed a meeting of two people that I'm convinced they would do this again, probably the same way. The only thing I would change for the viewership is to spend about five minutes on Dominica plowing through Angel's breasts. Just simply spending some time pretending they were "My pillows". Very well done and more than believable. Thank you. Both women very hot and very sexy.

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    Rose 12 hours ago

    A stunning scene! Two naturally gorgeous new girls for VT, and they don't hold back at all – passionate, intense, uninhibited sex at its best! :-)

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    lesvoyuer 1 day ago

    This was a real present to me. I loved Angel from SexArt who really shows up big when someone manipulates those breasts. I will wait patiently for the film to see that because we didn't have one picture of that. But this is a love bath of two totally different looking women and for that I am grateful. Seven inches difference in height, that's a turn on. No one would ever guess that Dominica is 28. Incredible edible bodies. Thank you so very much. I will check out the film tomorrow.

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    Rose 2 days ago

    Two more great new models for VT, and things get very hot and intense... :-)

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    Oh, that sexy Russian accent :-)

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    Excellent pairing, love these ladies together. Excellent anal licking, Thank you and thank you girls!

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    This one had it all. What great breasts and nipples. not to forget the analingus. And the overall beauty of the two women. And this was only episode one!

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    Baby Nicols so sexy

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