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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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Female sexual pleasure and a new sexual revolution…

Getting a woman off is not always straightforward – and that’s as true for another woman as it is for a man. Our anatomy is pretty complicated, and what works for me won’t necessarily work for the next girl you bed. Getting the basics right is a good first step though; and the French education system is giving the next generation a head start (excuse the pun) by teaching about female sexual pleasure as well as biological function.

Throughout evolution, there is only one human organ that exists for the sole purpose of providing pleasure – the clitoris. Too bad it’s also a source of confusion, its precise location and physiology shrouded in more mystery than any other part of the human body.

French sociomedical researcher Odile Fillod has taken a big step toward unraveling this mystery by creating a 3D printed, full-size anatomical model of a clitoris that has been introduced into French schools. The sculpture will help teach something that has been missing from educational sex chat until now, the fact that while the penis and vagina fit together perfectly during sex, they are not equivalent in terms of stimulation – for females that’s primarily down to the clitoris.

“It's important that women have a mental image of what is actually happening in their body when they're stimulated,” Fillod says. “In understanding the key role of the clitoris, a woman can stop feeling shame, or [that she’s] abnormal if penile-vaginal intercourse doesn't do the trick for her – given the anatomical data, that is the case for most women... the equivalent of a penis in a woman is not a vagina, it’s her clitoris. Women get erections when they’re excited, only you can’t see them because most of the clitoris is internal. I wanted to show that men and women are not fundamentally different.” 

What the 3D model irrefutably proves is that the general preconception about the clitoris being no bigger than the size of a pea – a tiny nub that sleeps behind a fleshy hood until aroused – is clearly wrong. In reality, at approximately eight inches in length, the clitoris is bigger than the average penis and it actually encircles the vagina – more boomerang than button.

So what about the coveted G-spot orgasm? Well, research suggests that mechanical stimulation of the G-spot may in fact be stimulating the internal portion of the clitoris. In a nutshell, the clitoris is like an internal penis, and should be given the same physical stimulation that men want women to heap on their cocks. Fillod’s revelatory model looks set to transform our understanding of the female body and sexual pleasure; maybe it will even ensure that fun-time becomes come-time, every time.

 

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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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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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Encounter Number One

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux

We get to my apartment and as I enter she swings me around and grasps my ass and opens her mouth on mine, her tongue flicking in and out, sending hot waves of fire into my belly. Hands reach and grab, items of clothing stripped away. She has me from behind, licking from my clit to my asshole. I reach for her head, moaning; she gasps, sighs, her hands creeping up my body to my breasts. She has hold of both nipples, squeezing slightly. My moans and shrieks fill the quiet. Her breath quickens as she turns me around.

I look into her eyes; they are green, beautiful. Her lips like a rose. I kiss her, my tongue entering deep, greedy. Her tongue responds. Now we are one mouth, all-consuming. My hands run down her slender frame. I squeeze her ass, then place my hand on her pussy. It’s very wet. I'm excited, kissing her neck, biting, my hand lying still on her pussy. She moans with delight. I place one finger into the delicious mound of flesh, then two, then three. Now I have her up against the wall, fucking her sweet lips, juices running down her legs. I kiss her breasts and linger on the nipples, her hand on my head guiding me. Licking her stomach, I eventually go down to her secret garden of honey and nectar. I kiss her clit. Her moans excite me; I feel my own wet pussy pulsing in empathy. I lick and kiss her clit very gently, my fingers still inside her, fucking her pussy hard. She's holding my head, hers straining back against the wall.

I feel the tension in her legs, she’s trembling. I kiss and lick, kiss and lick, then suddenly she erupts screaming and shrieking, my face firmly on her clit. She holds my head while savoring the moment. I lick her slowly, retreating from her pussy, her orgasm juices lining my fingers. I suck on my hand, then put it in her mouth. She sucks the sweet honey while I kiss her stomach and kiss her mouth. Now she is holding my head between her hands, lavishing my tongue and lips with kisses.

I lead her to the bed, pulling her on top of me. She bites my ear, my neck, my breasts, and follows her tongue down to my dripping wet pussy. She licks, I moan loudly; she places two fingers inside me, licking and fucking me. I squirm on the bed. My legs spread, I grab her head and hold it down on my clit. It only takes a few seconds and I cum, shrieking, shouting; loud strange vocals emerge. I hold her head there, enjoying the oozing warmth.

Two fingers enter me, then three, as she begins to penetrate me. I lie back, neck straining as she hits my G-spot over and over. Now it’s four fingers, in out in out, I’m wound up like an antique clock. Screaming now I hear my own voice somewhere, but she is on top of me, face to face. We look into each other’s eyes, gazing. I’m bringing my legs into the air over my shoulders. She’s fucking me and fucking me hard. I can’t resist the tantalizing movement driving me into a frenzied state. One more stroke and I cum again, arching my back, my whole body trembling, shouting and howling. We kiss, I bite her lower lip. She kisses my closed eyes while I taste the joy of orgasm. There's only the sound of our breath.

I look into her eyes. They are glazed over, half smiling. I feel tears in my eyes. We fall asleep.

Many thanks to our member, Mimi, for writing this hot 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 Itch, Episode Two: Reflection

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Silvie Luca

This is a continuation from episode one, which was posted on this blog on January 18th 2016. The story so far: Silvie is trying to study in the merciless heat, soaked in sweat, but she is distracting by a relentless sensation in her pussy that she can only describes as an ‘itch.’ The harder she masturbates, the more the feeling drives her crazy. Then she catches sight of her reflection…

The story continues…

It was both exciting and strangely kinky, masturbating without control at her own reflection while it was doing the same. Silvie moaned louder, juices flowing from her pussy like a rainstorm, while the other Silvie watched her. Getting incredibly excited by that thought, and feeling the first contractions of an orgasmic explosion, Silvie’s hand suddenly reached towards the window, as if to touch her own masturbating double... watching wasn’t enough for her anymore!

As her hand hit the glass hard, covering it with sweat and pussy juice, her desire to touch the wet and squirming body of her double vanished. With her other hand she was finger-fucking her G-spot harder and deeper, her fingers moving so fast they were a blur. The itch was still growing, but now the urge to cum hard and release all that pleasure was dominating Silvie’s body. Her orgasm was near, she could feel it coming stroke after stroke; each movement was making every muscle of her body build up to the tension before that huge eruption. But then, right on the edge before her fall, something strange happened…

Her reflection stopped masturbating! She slid her fingers out of her pussy, juices dripping onto the floor, and stared straight into Silvie’s beautiful eyes.

“She wants to see you cum hard!” the itch whispered to her. “She wants to kiss and lick you. She wants to fuck you!”

Suddenly Silvie found that she couldn’t move. Two fingers were still inside her pussy, pressing her G-spot, as she froze like a statue. A terrible and uncontrollable urge, demanding an orgasm, was making her feel incredibly frustrated. Was it the itch doing this? Was it her reflection? Or was it her mind trying to take back control?

“She can’t have you… but you can have her if you ask nicely,” the itch whispered. Silvie’s sweaty body was pulsing from inside, her heart pounding, the pleasure demanding to break free and explode like a geyser. But she couldn’t move at all, she could only stand there frozen, feeling her G-spot throb against her motionless fingers.

“Please me and I’ll please you… let me taste your pleasure slowly for a while and then you’ll have it all as hard as you want!” the itch whispered.

Silvie was experiencing every sensation in her body like never before, as if amplified. She felt the sweat trickle through her hair and down her naked body, and her pussy juice seeping out and coating her thighs. It was making her horny to the point where she could hardly bear it; if only she had control of her fingers, she would make herself cum multiple times. She was breathing heavily, with her double staring at her and breathing in unison.

“Let me taste you… let me drink you… let me eat you… let me feel you… let me fuck you!” came the whisper, low and hoarse.

Silvie’s hand started to move again, very slowly, but she wasn’t in control. It was acting on its own, rubbing her G-spot with deep, hard strokes, pausing for a long moment between each stroke. It was teasing her so badly, keeping her right on the edge of orgasm but without letting her get there. Whatever the itch was, it wanted to enjoy her pleasure at its own pace. She was moaning, each stroke driving her so close to the point of no return that her legs were shaking. The slow rhythm was making her so crazy that the last part of her rational mind was fading away. Her reflection was observing her, showing clear enjoyment as seeing her getting teased and denied relief so mercilessly.

“Is that really you? Or is it me? Or maybe we are one and the same!” Silvie wondered distractedly.

Her reflection smiled and moved closer to the glass, looking down at Silvie’s wet pussy. The finger fucking was getting even harder, keeping Silvie just a milimeter away from exploding. She was at the mercy of her own lust, unable even to control her own body… and that thought was making her so hot! Having her double staring at her soaked pussy as she stood there dripping with sweat and juices was so exciting, she couldn’t stop imagining all the things she would do, if only she could break free and touch her double.

At last her hand was shortening the pause between each stroke, giving her the momentum towards her climax that she craved, her body shaking as pure pleasure embraced her. Her double was pressing her whole body against the glass now, smearing it with sweat as she watched avidly. Silvie was ready to cum so hard she was sure she would lose consciousness, but something was still keeping her teetering on the edge.

“I want more… more… more!” the voice came, the whisper feeling more like a scream. Suddenly Silvie’s free hand moved behind her, spreading her ass cheeks so her middle finger could penetrate her tight hole. The pleasure was so overwhelming that Silvie was in a state of pure bliss; her primal lust was in perfect balance with the ecstasy coming from her own beautiful body. She felt peace, a warm embrace of love coming from inside herself… that perfect moment before her orgasm. The muscles of her long legs started to tense, her toes curling, her flat tummy moving faster as her breathing raced. Her breasts bounced with each breath, juices flooding out of her.

“It’s coming, it’s coming… it’s here and it can’t be stopped!”

Her thighs clamped tight around her hand, fingers still rubbing her G-spot furiously. Her orgasm swept over her, and then it happened: a powerful jet of juice squirted from her pussy, soaking the books on her desk. Her legs spasmed, almost letting her fall, her toes curling uncontrollably in a warm puddle of her juices. Her finger moved out of her ass to rub her clit hard, more juices squirting out with each stroke. Thrills pulsed through her like an earthquake, the tremors showing no sign of fading. Her G-spot was getting sensitive now, almost making her want to stop… but no, something inside her was still demanding more! Her hands were moving with an unstoppable fury, making her moan so hard even the glass in the window was shaking.

“It’s coming again… it’s coming again!”

Now she was struggling to keep her balance like a tightrope walker over a volcano ready to erupt. She came even harder than the first time, juices squirting over the window like a waterfall as sweat cascaded down her body. She slid to the floor, sitting in a puddle of her own juice, muscles quivering as her orgasm slowly faded.

Her breath slowed, and as her rational mind resurfaced Silvie could finally feel the relief of the itch being scratched away. Her fingers massaged her G-spot more and more slowly, until the sensation dissipated and she slid her fingers out of her pussy. All that remained were the memories of the amazing experience, which her rational mind would have to carry without being able to explain them. Looking around the room, she could see the evidence of her pleasure everywhere – her books, the desk, the chair, the floor, and the window…

Yes, the window! But what had happened to her reflection? How was that possible?

As Silvie’s eyes reached the glass, her mind went silent again, like a frightened animal in front of a menacing predator. Her reflection was still on the glass, with her pussy juice falling in droplets over it, and the juice was slowly washing the reflection away as it smiled at her.

Now only one question was filling Silvie’s mind: would the itch come back again?

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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Erotica versus Porn: Which do you support? Part II

About the author: SexArt member BlackWing has a Bachelor of Science in Health and Safety Education, minor in Physiology, and a Master of Science in Computer Science, Network Engineering Concentration. BlackWing is also a fully qualified and experienced paramedic and personal fitness trainer who enjoys outdoor activities, running, martial arts, teaching, mentoring, and hacking.

Part I of this series (published November 30th 2015) examined the cultural, etymological, and societal definitions of erotica and pornography. Part II of this series examines the potential differences between these two as it may or may not apply to the professionals working in each industry. The reader should be aware that although this information is drawn from statistical analysis and data that is clearly published, and although there will be generalizations drawn, in no way is the information provided here intended to stigmatize, define, and/or stereotype any one group or person(s), or industries as whole. The purpose of this article is to open a healthy debate regarding the differences and similarities between these two subjects.

Part II

In 2012, a study refuted various claims of the so-called “Damaged Goods Hypothesis,” which is often cited by those who seek to denigrate the Adult Industry. The results of this study suggested that: “Porn actresses were more likely to identify as bisexual, first had sex at an earlier age, had more sexual partners, were more concerned about contracting a sexually transmitted disease (STD), and enjoyed sex more than the matched sample, although there were no differences in incidence of CSA [child sexual abuse] … porn actresses had higher levels of self-esteem, positive feelings, social support, sexual satisfaction, and spirituality compared to the matched group.” i

The reader should take note that the abovementioned study was published in The Journal of Sex Research, which is a peer-reviewed academic journal. As such this research and subsequent analysis lends significant credibility to the findings of the study. An analysis of this study by Dr. Chauntelle Tibbals is quite illuminating: “…Some women who work in the adult industry are more adjusted in some respects relative to some ‘typical’ women. This study never once suggests ALL of anyone about anything and goes so far as to out-and-out declare that its findings are NOT representative of ALL porn performers. This is good.” ii  This statement by Dr. Tibbals is key for two compelling reasons: upon reading the research it is clear that the numbers debunk the myth that most, if not all, women who work as porn actresses are “Damaged Goods,” but equally importantly, clearly state that the researchers are in no way making sweeping claims as to the universality or otherwise of evidence that suggests that porn actresses are more well adjusted than women who are not in the industry – meaning there are no false, unscientific, quintessential claims being made by the researchers regarding porn actresses and those who are not porn actresses.

Furthermore, there is substantial, anecdotal evidence from Erotic Film Professionals themselves to support the claim that the relationships built in the Adult Erotic Film industry are caring, supportive, interactive, and professional; not to mention the fact that many of the professionals who participate in said industry appear, on the basis of this and a few other studies, to have a better, more well adjusted view of sex, sexuality, and the expression and enjoyment of both – albeit such studies are few and far between, possibly due to the stigmatization of the Adult Film Industry as a whole.

There are issues with the study, as Dr. Tibbals and the researchers themselves point out. The study is not generalizable, meaning that while there were a significant number of women included in the study, their numbers were relatively low in comparison to the numbers who work in the industry as a whole. The second issue pointed out by Dr. Tibbals is that there was no clear definition as to what criteria constitutes a porn actress and what criteria does not. Finally, as the researchers themselves point out: “…some of the measures were problematic. Some measures used for sexual behaviors and attitudes were single-item indicators with unknown validities and reliabilities. As an example, participants were asked if they were victims of CSA without further clarifications or definitions. Thus, it is quite possible that a given behavior in a particular situation may have been perceived as CSA by one individual but not by another. Another issue with regard to measures is that education was not examined. Education has been found to be related to a variety of sex-related constructs and would have been a sound matching variable, and its inclusion should be strongly considered in future studies.” iii

This statement by the researchers is telling. Sexual attitudes and behaviors were single line items and thus could be confusing when the questionnaire was administered to the participants, (i.e. does this mean that?), and most significantly, the level of education of the participants was not verified nor taken into account; as Dr. Tabbals points out, this is quite an “amateurish mistake,” given that many of the study’s participants are either in or just leaving college. The question is, why does any of this matter? It matters because of the initial findings of the study: “porn actresses had higher levels of self-esteem, positive feelings, social support, sexual satisfaction, and spirituality compared to the matched group.” The next question is, if this is even partially correct: why is this the case?

A possible explanation for this fact could be that the industry as a whole is undergoing a tremendous and significant change. This change is characterized by the introduction of diverse groups of individuals who bring into the profession their own cultural, moral, ethical, and world views, and this change is largely driven by the emergence of more female directors. For example, just recently (as of this writing) an article by writer Nikki Gloudeman appeared on the Huffington Post blog site titled “4 Female Adult Film Producers Talk Porn For Women.” iv  The Directors interviewed – Angie Rowntree, Anna Frolicme, Jacky St. James, and Erika Lust – all agreed that for them, filming, directing, shooting, and producing Adult Film is about “Being able to explore our sexuality and our fantasies in a variety of ways, especially through film, [that] can be helpful in our own self discovery and sexual development,” (James). By bringing the female perspective into the production, casting and directing of Adult Film, the industry as a whole is raised to a level of professionalism that is beneficial to both men and women. Additionally, while all four Directors have various opinions on the subject of erotica verses porn, all four agreed that while the line between what is Erotic Film and what is Pornographic Film is extremely blurred and in some cases nonexistent; in their personal and professional opinion as summed up by Frolicme, Erotic Film “…offers more story depth and plays upon the fantasy aspect, encouraging the watcher to imagine themselves involved in the scene….” She goes on to state that, “I simply wanted to create arousing sexy films that illustrate women having their wicked ways and men adoring their women, treating them with the respect and pleasure they desire and deserve, and try to bring real passion back into our view of sex.” If this is the case then it helps to explain why there does now tend to be an increase in individuals who are beginning to enter the industry of Adult Film on a voluntary basis as a chosen profession. Which reiterates the question raised in the first part of this article: Do the professionals in both industries, (meaning the performers), see a difference?

Enter professional photographers Paulie and Pauline, who published the photo documentary called “Off the set: porn stars and their partners, by Paulie and Pauline,” v  which may shed some light on this question. In the early to mid 2000s they began documenting professional adult models and their partners through photography. In mainstream media, where most if not all Adult Film professionals are stereotypically categorized as “jaded, emotionally detached individuals who live in a hedonistic blur, void of any real intimate relationships,” they discovered that the individual couples they worked with and met were deeply committed couples who shared higher levels of intimacy, thrived on the strength of their relationships, and “explained that their performances were an extension of their own kinky sexuality.” In the course of this photo-documentary it became apparent, again and again, that far from the meaningless and mindless sex sterotypically expected of the adult film industry, “There are definitely more people now who are producing scenes and videos that reflect individuals, rather than bodies. The sex may still be explicit, but there is an increasing focus on real chemistry between partners and real pleasure…” This chemistry is clearly visible in the films produced which prize illustrating, depicting and mirroring human sexual interaction through physical touch as a means of affection, support, friendship and tenderness, as well as desire, passion and a yearning for the physical closeness of a safe (and I use this term loosely), sensual, sexual encounter between consenting individuals.

Given this information, are we now at a point where we can begin to differentiate between what is Erotic Film and what is Pornographic Film? That the individuals and the professionals who help produce these sensual, sexual, cinematic features care deeply for each other as committed couples and friends? What about the consumers? Do the consumers actually see a difference? Does this matter?

 

WORKS CITED

[1] Griffith, J., Mitchell, S., Hart, C., Adams, L., & Gu, L. (2012). Pornography Actresses: An Assessment of the Damaged Goods Hypothesis Journal of Sex Research, 1–12 DOI: 10.1080/00224499.2012.719168

ii An Assessment of the Damaged Goods Hypothesis (2012), Tibbals, Chauntelle, Dr., http://www.chauntelletibbals.com/damaged-goods-hypothesis/#.VkQRyIR_fiC

iii An Assessment of the Damaged Goods Hypothesis (2012), Tibbals, Chauntelle, Dr., http://www.chauntelletibbals.com/damaged-goods-hypothesis/#.VkQRyIR_fiC

iv  “4 Female Adult Film Producers Talk Porn For Women,” Gloudeman, N., www.huffingtonpost.com. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nikki-gloudeman/4-female-adult-film-producers-talk-porn-for-women_b_6148252.html

v Off the set: porn stars and their partners, by Paulie and Pauline, http://www.co-mag.net/2010/paulie-and-pauline/

 

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The Itch, Episode One: Dripping

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Silvie Luca

Summer was still far away on the calendar, but the sun was burning like the hottest days of August. Concentrating on her studies and preparing for her upcoming exam was really hard for Silvie, even with the air conditioner running high and loud in her small room. She was at her desk, sitting on the wooden chair completely naked, sweating relentlessly as the sun gave her no mercy. She could feel every single droplet pouring out of her soft skin and slowly trickling down her body.

A small drop of hot sweat started behind her ear, growing bigger and heavier as it rolled down her neck, falling on her shoulder and giving her goosebumps. It reached her breast and fell all around her nipple, making it hard as a diamond. Hungrier for her amazing body, it descended her flat tummy, growing bigger while devouring smaller sweat drops like a predator hunting for both her wetness and her growing lust, teasing her bellybutton and then running straight down to its craved destination.

The sweat drop slowed down again when it reached the very tip of her incredibly wet and sweaty pussy, taking a small but intense pause and giving Silvie some strange distracting feelings, then crossed her clit vigorously, falling onto the chair.

Silvie’s concentration vanished at the same time as the hungry drop submerged in the puddle of sweat between her legs; thinking about it, it wasn’t only the heat. Something else was distracting her as that heavy drop of sweat teased and stimulated each single part of her naked body. More drops were still falling, accentuating her excitement while descending her long legs, forming another small puddle right on the floor below them. Something was pushing… touching… seducing her… from the inside! A strange sensation was slowly growing right in between her legs... an itch!

“Yes! An itch!”

At least that was the word used by her rational mind to justify what was happening in the moment: a familiar word to describe something unfamiliar, the useless struggle of the mind to justify everything, an illusion of control... a control she was about to lose, as something else much stronger and hungrier was coming from inside.

She was still trying to study, but without even realizing it, Silvie’s right hand moved down to her pussy to scratch that small itch and find some relief; but as her middle finger gently scrubbed and rubbed the very tip of her pussy lips, it didn’t abate. The itch was still there, calling for her fingers, teasing Silvie.

Suddenly the itch started to grow, stronger and harder, exponentially, making Silvie rub even harder at her excited, sweaty pussy. But the more she rubbed, the more the strange sensation grew. Silvie’s hand started to move around her pussy frantically, almost as if it were acting on its own, searching for that tormenting but pleasurable itch. She rubbed everywhere, from her pussy lips to between her beautiful ass cheeks.

“No, it isn’t there!”

Was her mind screaming to her in a desperate search for relief, or was it something else? Maybe it was the itch, playing a cruel hide and seek game with her as it grew like an unstoppable fire.

The more Silvie rubbed every single spot between her legs, the more she was sweating and wetting her whole naked body... and not only with sweat! Her breathing was getting heavier and faster. The relentless rubbing between her legs was making her incredibly horny, juices leaking out from her pussy, but still with no relief. The itch was making her mind succumb to her senses.

“It’s inside, it’s inside!” it was screaming. Who was screaming? Her own mind, or the itch? It was a question without value, as Silvie’s mind was on the verge of falling into an endless abyss, her hand acting like it was possessed by something else... something else that was growing harder and stronger inside her beautiful body, right in between her legs... deep inside her wet pussy!

Now clearly feeling the itch crawling and convulsing from deep inside her dripping pussy, Silvie’s right hand jumped straight for it; both her middle and ring finger sliding deep inside, with a copious stream of hot pussy juices lubricating their way in, and finally touching her hungry G-spot.

“Here you are!”

Her breathing suddenly became a deep moan of pure pleasure. As Silvie’s fingers started to massage her G-spot, finally the relief was coming! But... it was different, hard to explain... pleasure thrills were exploding at each stroke of her fingers inside herself, but the itch was still there!

The itch was getting stronger as she fucked herself. The deeper and harder her fingers were stimulating her G-spot, the more the itch was demanding her pleasure in an infinite loop of pure lust. Silvie was pushing her fingers harder, deeper and faster in and out of her pussy. Juices were flowing more and more after each stroke, spilling out onto the chair between her legs. Sweat was flowing down her body, giving it a beautiful glow as the sunlight embraced her. Her hair was soaked in sweat, dripping down her back to her amazing ass, which was getting tense from the physical thrills of pleasure. Her flat tummy was drenched in drops, some of them filling her bellybutton, and her breasts were covered in a shining and glowing ocean of sweat as her left hand was continuously playing with her hard nipples.

The finger fucking was getting even faster, harder and deeper, with her G-spot aggressively and continuously masturbated by the two fingers. Her whole body was accumulating pleasure like a volcano ready to erupt.

“More, I want more!” it was screaming louder inside her. The itch was now totally out of control. The urge for pleasure was doubled, tripled, quadrupled, making Silvie stand up, controlling her like a puppet. Juices were flowing out from her pussy like a stormy river now, gooey and thick, creamy juices covering her busy fingers.

A very small slice of her rational mind was still awake and watching, but it was falling silent to the unstoppable pleasure she was giving herself to satisfy that mysterious hungry itch. Without warning, her mind was given control of only a small part of Silvie: her beautiful eyes. They looked toward the window in front of her.

“She is watching you!” it was whispering.

Silvie observed her own reflection in the glass: they were both completely naked, dripping from head to toe in sweat and pussy juices, finger fucking in unison in a beautiful ballet of lust and pleasure. That image of pure lust was driving her out of control. It was both exciting and strangely kinky, masturbating without control at her own reflection while it was doing the same.

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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Erotica versus Porn: Which do you support? Part 1

About the author: SexArt member BlackWing has a Bachelor of Science in Health and Safety Education, minor in Physiology, and a Master of Science in Computer Science, Network Engineering Concentration. BlackWing is also a fully qualified and experienced paramedic and personal fitness trainer who enjoys outdoor activities, running, martial arts, teaching, mentoring, and hacking.

The following article is Part I of a three part series, which will explore the similarities and differences between Erotica versus Porn as it applies to Art and to the Adult Film industry in particular. Part I of this series examines the cultural, etymological, and societal definitions of erotica and pornography. The reader should be aware that although this information is drawn from statistical analysis and published data, and although there will be generalizations drawn, in no way is the information provided here intended to stigmatize, define, and/or stereotype any one group, persons, or industries as a whole. The purpose of this article is to open a healthy debate regarding the similarities and differences between these two subjects.

Erotica Versus Porn: Which do you support?

“Human beings seem to be the only animals that experience the same sex drive and pleasure when we can and cannot conceive.” – Gloria Steinem

Part I

A “touch-less” society can lead to failure to thrive and death in newborn babies, something that came to light in the early 1900s. Dr. Luther Emmett Holt, then known as one of America's first and finest pediatricians, came to the conclusion that parents spoiled their children by cuddling and holding them too much. Parents wishing to be on the cutting edge of good child rearing took notice and began following this newly touted theory. Thus began the trend of “hands-off parenting” and “a child should be seen and not heard.” Within a few short years of Dr. Holt’s egocentric pronunciation, doctors across the United States began to notice a deadly trend: a catastrophic increase in infant deaths, particularly in seemingly healthy babies. The medical studies which followed revealed that these infants experienced “failure to thrive,” simply because they were not getting enough human contact through touch. There are numerous studies of infants in orphanages who suffered from touch deprivation and achieved only half of the height normal for their age.i

Why is this an important fact? Because it is well known that we, as a species of the animal kingdom, are the only species who not only have developed the unique capacity for human, spoken language, yet also the unique capacity for human touch; and, as we become adults, this capacity to experience the pleasures of touch in the form of sexual expression is completely independent of the need for procreation for the purposes of extending the life span of our species. Thus enters the debate of Erotica versus Porn. Which is which, and which of these two are we supporting? Why does this matter? If it does matter, then is Erotica “better than” Porn? More importantly, do the professionals in both industries see a difference? Do we as the consumers see a difference? Finally, how does our consumption of both affect those working in these industries?

Pornography is defined as “sexually explicit videos, photographs, writings, or the like, whose purpose is to elicit sexual arousal,”ii and its origins come from the ancient Greek word pornographos meaning the writing of harlots, and from porne, a harlot + graphein meaning to write. The history of the word pornography can be further delved into. In 1843 a writer recorded pornography as being of or referring to an "ancient obscene painting, especially in temples of Bacchus.” In the French language the word hails from pornographie originally meaning, or referring to, a person who was "bought, purchased" (with an original notion, probably, of "female slave sold for prostitution").iii  From these definitions and from the word origin itself it is clear that the word pornography is meant to imply in some form or fashion sex and/or sexual acts, or sexually explicit material which is used for the sole purpose of eliciting some form of sexual arousal and, most importantly, to mean that some form of monetary trade “for services rendered,” occurs. With this monetary transaction and subsequent delivery of said “services” there is usually the result of one human having power over the other.

Erotica, on the other hand, is defined as “literature or art dealing with sexual love.”iv The word erotica comes from the Greek word eros, and the neuter, plural word erotikós.vAs the reader can see there is an extremely blurred line between what types of literature, art, paintings etc. constitute porn and what of these same artistic expressions constitute erotica. While American and European courts have yet to define the difference between these two terms, still struggle with what is settled as pornography versus erotica, and because the etymological definitions of the two words tend to confuse this issue even more, there does seem to be one underlying concept which is gaining ground as a possible defining element between the two: the purpose or motive behind the acts or depictions themselves, and in film, this motive is expressed in terms of the quality, type, and sexual expression of the human touch between the characters participating/acting in the films.

Because such key distinctions are gaining ground, some have argued that pornography has a tendency toward graphic depiction of sexually explicit scenes, while erotica "seeks to tell a story that involves sexual themes that include a more plausible depiction of human sexuality than (is portrayed) in pornography.”vi Indeed, for us as humans, only we have the capacity to experience the act of sex itself as a way of giving and receiving physical, mental, emotional, pleasure, touch, and comfort, as a result of the bonding that occurs during sex. Due to the fact that we as humans explore our sexuality as completely separate from procreation, and that this exploration between adults, when engaged in in a healthy, consenting way, can and should delve into desire, love, sexuality, human anatomy and passion through the mystery and intrigue of the physical touch which occurs during sex and sexual acts, sexual acts between said consenting adults are subconsciously thought of by most, if not all of us, as an act of very realistic tenderness with “dangerous” consequences: it allows us to connect to another human being in a way that is completely intimate and open and thus in some ways bares the core of our nature to the other consenting participant(s). The very existence of this inexplicable, potential connection between the participants involved in the mutually reciprocated “carnal act,” is what makes “erotica” and “pornography” both so fundamentally different yet so confusing as to potentially cause immediate “shock” or a sense of “disgust” towards anyone who engages in, uses, or in any way participates in the creation of, production of, and dissemination of, either one. Quite frankly, as humans, we prefer anonymity and become uncomfortable with any person(s) or circumstance(s) which question or shed light on our deepest desires which are to be seen for who we are: thinking, feeling, sexual beings. And most of us, if we were to be honest with ourselves and/or each other, usually prefer to believe that if we do not discuss the issues of our desires, sexuality, and sexual expressions, they therefore must not exist. Both the creation of Erotica and Pornography shed blinding light on all three of these items with unintentional but brutal impartiality and honesty.

Add to these facts that a movie, an art depiction, a picture, etc. might have elements of both the erotic and the pornographic, and it must ultimately be left to the viewer to subjectively determine what is erotic versus pornographic in their own minds. However, that being said erotica has arisen as an art form, particularly in the Adult Film industry as beginning to “out pace” porn in terms of its production and consumption for viewers. There is some speculation that because erotica tends to have a compelling story, well-developed characters, particularly the female characters, ultimately conveys an underlying, mostly positive message, and tends to have well-crafted sex scenes integral to the story which may or may not necessarily arouse the audience; it is therefore seen as a movie that portrays sex contextually and has artistic merit. (An example of this would be the erotic film “Like Water for Chocolate.”)

It goes without saying, but nevertheless must be noted that, speaking in terms of concrete reality, (and I use this definition very loosely), anyone who believes they can draw a hard and fast line between the two is greatly mistaken. Both erotica and porn are designed to arouse, yet they will, for the most part, take very different pathways to that same destination. Additionally, erotica and porn are also subjective terms; what is classified or defined in one person’s mind as erotic and what is classified or defined in another person’s mind as pornographic is going to be utterly, completely, and distinctly different and unappealing to each other. It is very clear that the criterion, which is used to differentiate Erotic Film from Pornographic Film, is embedded in personal moral, aesthetic, religious, and cultural values. It is also clear that many cultures and societies regard these two orientations to the expression of human sexuality as being superimposed upon one another and/or being essentially identical. However they actually do exist on very different planes when one takes into account the participants involved. Herein lies the crux of the argument: since the viewer’s opinion of the distinction between these two is subjective then perhaps further examination needs to be extended to the performers of these two types of films themselves?

In Part II of this series we will examine the professionals both in front of and behind the camera who produce these features to see if any common correlations can be drawn to differentiate their views on these two subjects. In the meantime we would like to elicit comments from both the consumers and the professionals in the Adult Film Industry. What are your viewpoints, opinions, and ideas? What are your experiences? Please feel free to engage in this discussion before the next installment as hosted by SexArt.

 

WORKS CITED

iThe Care and Feeding of Children,” Dr. Luther Emmett Holt, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luther_Emmett_Holt

ii "pornography," Collins English Dictionary - Complete & Unabridged 10th Edition. HarperCollins Publishers. 11 Nov. 2015. Dictionary.com http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pornography

iii "pornography." Online Etymology Dictionary. Douglas Harper, Historian. 11 Nov. 2015. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pornography

iv  "erotica." Collins English Dictionary - Complete & Unabridged 10th Edition. HarperCollins Publishers. 11 Nov. 2015. Dictionary.com http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/erotica

v "erotica." Online Etymology Dictionary. Douglas Harper, Historian. 11 Nov. 2015. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/erotica.

vi "Erotica,”  Griffith, J., Mitchell, S., Hart, C., Adams, L., & Gu, L. (2012). Pornography Actresses: An Assessment of the Damaged Goods Hypothesis Journal of Sex Research, 1–12 DOI: 10.1080/00224499.2012.719168 Is Not Pornography". William J. Gehrke. The Tech. December 10, 1996.

 

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European Love and Sexuality vs. American Love and Sexuality

About the author: SexArt member BlackWing has a Bachelor of Science in Health and Safety Education, minor in Physiology, and a Master of Science in Computer Science, Network Engineering Concentration. She is also a fully qualified and experienced paramedic and personal fitness trainer. She enjoys outdoor activities, running, martial arts, teaching, mentoring, and hacking.

We Americans have a long history of independence and exceptionalism – or at least we like to think we do. We tend to think that because we began the great experiment of a Democracy by breaking away from our mother country England, and began an entirely new form of self governing while at the same time conquering the great vastness of the North American Continent, we do everything better than everyone else and twice as good every other day. Yet our “elitism” may in fact be killing us – or possibly killing our youth. Our views on love and sexuality reflect our deep parochial and provincial Protestant roots. Our founding forefathers (and mothers!) came here for the sole purpose of being able to practice their religious beliefs. And while this “freedom of religion” is inherent in our DNA, given the state of our politics and our tendencies towards the extremes is it any wonder that our teen pregnancy rates and abortion rates, as well as our STD rates, are among the highest, if not THE highest, in the world? Which begs the question: are we really doing things better than our European ancestors? To answer this question, let’s look at the facts…

Internationalcomparisons.org is a “comprehensive research site on advanced democracies” that provides objective information on international quality of life indicators. Their most recent research data for years 2008-2011 per 1000 girls/women ages 15-19 show that of the 11 countries surveyed, the United States had the highest adolescent birth rate at 34.2%. The next highest was our mother country, the UK, at 25.1%. Compare this figure to the Netherlands at 9.3%, Germany at 8.2%, Denmark at 4.5%, Sweden at 5.9%, France at 11.9% and Italy at 6.5% (International Comparisons).  

So why the difference, one may ask? Research shows that American views on sex, sexuality, sex education, marriage, and relational commitments may possibly be the issue. Due to our Puritan historical roots we tend to believe that love and sex are one and the same and absolutely cannot be mutually exclusive. Yet is this realistic? For instance, far-right fundamentalists who favour outlawing abortion and overturning the U.S. Supreme Court’s Roe v. Wade decision of 1973 cannot grasp the fact that two of the things they greatly oppose, which are contraception and comprehensive sex education programs, absolutely have been proven to reduce the number of unplanned pregnancies and therefore, reduce the need for abortions. 

Why are these points important? They are important because it is becoming increasingly clear that European views on sex, sexuality, monogamy and marriage are not only vastly different from the American view, but may actually be healthier. Let’s face facts: marriage (Married Love) is for stability, friendship, and potentially raising children; sexual desire (Romantic Love) is an adrenaline rush of highs and lows, sexual madness, the romance of being appreciated by a new person, the joys of flirting, pursuing, and surreptitious coupling. Many Americans believe that “romantic love” is the same as “married love,” when in fact they are diametrically opposed. Romantic love (or in reality, sexual desire) is a delusional, brief insanity, while married love is pragmatic, long lasting and sane. Europeans know this fact inherently while Americans tend to fight it tooth and nail. Some of course will disagree – so let’s again go to the facts.

Sexual desire is defined by Regan as “a wish, need, or drive to seek out sexual objects or to engage in sexual activities” (Regan). Romantic love is defined as “the constellations of behaviours, cognitions, and emotions associated with a desire to enter or maintain a close relationship with a specific other person,” (Aron and Aron). Biochemically, biologically and physiologically, researchers Diamond and Dickerson found that there are areas of the human brain which are stimulated in a similar fashion in both romantic love (i.e. “sexual desire”) and married love (Diamond and Dickerson). However, they also found that pure sexual desire also stimulates different parts of the human brain, which are NOT stimulated in committed, long-term, emotionally invested relationships. They also discovered that some areas of the human brain are possibly stimulated in both cases, thus overlapping in the biochemical response neurologically in both committed relationships and those involving “pure” sexual desire. Thus future research is needed to determine if certain types of sexual desire may possibly be independent of married love experientially and neurologically.

If this is the case, then the increase in polyamorous relationships in the US (which are more standard in some European cultures) might indeed be a more practical, pragmatic, and sensible (not to mention mature) way to view relationships. Polyamorous is a term used to refer to individuals who do not hold to the view that sensual/sexual and relational/interpersonal exclusivity are necessary for profound, faithful, long-term loving relationships. “Sex is not essentially a primary focus in Polyamorous relationships, which usually consist of people seeking to build long-term relationships with more than one person on reciprocally agreeable grounds, and sex as only one aspect of their relationships. For many, such relationships are ideally built upon values of trust, loyalty and the negotiation of boundaries, as well as overcoming jealousy and possessiveness, and rejecting restrictive cultural standards” (wikipedia.org). 

Scientifically, biologically, and psychologically speaking, many Americans do comprehend all of the above information; we’re just not sure how it’s practiced. Yet if we were to look at the adult erotic film industry we might be able to begin to understand this concept. For instance, at SexArt and its family of websites, all of the models (male and female) demonstrate repeatedly their respect, fondness and affection for each other in a most emotionally healthy way. Yes, it is a profession; however there appears to be great care given to each other, and this is also apparent when we see “behind the scenes” video clips. Such care is not confined to the models but is obviously a part of the interaction of all parties working on the films – technical, directorial, production and so on – although it is considered “crossing the professional line” for the film crew to engage in physical intimacy with the models.

Coming from a parochial and conservative (read “RIGID religious culture), I honestly have trouble trying to wrap my head around the fact that these relationships appear to be so healthy – emotionally, physically, and psychologically. Let’s face it: European viewpoints on the physical and on sex (and alcohol) in particular are so vastly different and way more openly discussed than in the US, yet in most of the “civilized” countries which are a part of the EU, teen pregnancy is lower, alcoholism is lower, crime is lower. As an American I have to wonder, “How is this working?” I mean, seriously? No facetiousness intended at all here. How in the world do these relationships remain so healthy, strong, and committed to each other: as friends, as partners, as committed couples? And how is it possible that these individuals are so healthy emotionally and psychologically (as well as physically, obviously) in regards to their sexual nature and the expression of that nature? I think if half the western world could wrap their head around this concept it might go a long way towards dispelling the belief of adult erotica being a “nasty, horrible, abusive, dirty industry.”

Since America as a country is a relatively young one, (we are only a mere 239 years old!) we might need a bit more maturity as a culture in order for us to find another way of loving. Perhaps we need to think of a “loving” relationship as being one in which two deeply committed friends and soul mates share a bond that is deep and abiding, and that this steadfast and enduring love relationship is so pervasive and continuous that we might actually dare to experience other loves and even share them with each other. Such a relationship would take as a given that the friendship that endures between the lovers is more vital than the sexual love that flares between two friends. Many of us feel like we are aliens on a strange planet throughout most of our lives and because of this we, as humans, need relationships, nurturing, and closeness. Yet we also may – according to the facts and new research – occasionally need to go wild with another individual to whom we are sexually attracted; not because we do not “love” our partner, but because we know that what we share with that one special person is something different entirely than what we have ever found with anyone else, and because of this fact, we have no need of concern that there is “betrayal.”

It is clear in the movies on SexArt that the participants (both male and female) may have evolved beyond the territoriality that is inherent in us as a human species. It is also clear that many European cultures are moving towards such an evolution at a faster pace than the United States. One must remember that we as humans really are territorial by nature and tend towards jealousy if we feel threatened. A relationship like the one I describe above, and like those that appear to be exhibited by the participants in the industry, must obviously feel complete enough, fulfilled enough, and separate yet equal enough to not fear the destruction of the relationship from a brief coupling that is based purely on sexual desire and mutual affection. Such relationships have to presuppose emotional equality, material equality, and intellectual equality. And there absolutely have to be firm, unbreakable ground rules of honesty, mutual respect, and trust. If we as humans make the mistake of assuming a wedding ring or any symbol of commitment invariably acts as a substitute for chains, then “rebellion” in the relationship(s) will occur and escalate into an all out “world war.” The freedom to love must be respected, freely given by both individuals and must always guard against its greatest enemy: resentment. Perhaps we can learn these lessons from the professionals in the adult industry, as well as taking our cue from our European brothers and sisters.

 

WORKS CITED

Aron, AP and EN Aron. "Love and Sexuality" McKinney, K. & Sprecher, S. Sexuality in Close Relationships. Hillsdale: Lawrence Erlbaum Associates, n.d. 25-48.

Diamond, Lisa M. and Janna A. Dickerson. "The Neuroimaging of Love and Desire: Review and Future Directions." Clinical Neuropsychiatry 2012.

International Comparisons. www.internationalcomparisons.org. 2015. [16 August 2015] .

Regan, PC. "Of Lust and Love: Beliefs About The Role of Sexual Desire in Romatic Relationships." Personal Relationships 1998: 139-157.

 

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Sunsets (and Same-Sex Relationships)

Film Review and Discussion by Sydney L. Cubbins

 

One of the finest films this year and certainly among the finest available at SexArt, ‘Sunset on Charles Bridge’ is Andrej Lupin’s ‘Blue is the Warmest Colour’ – a gorgeous (and accurate) representation of the awakening of a lesbian relationship. Appropriately perhaps, it stars SexArt newcomers – auburn-haired beauty Angella Christin and blonde cutie Vanessa Staylon – as they explore the infancy of their relationship, unveiling same-sex sexual desires, and also learning to be comfortable with, and assert themselves as gay women. 

Between the timorous kisses, the timid licks and the tentative handling of each other’s bodies (and privates), the innocent inexperience of this couple is unmistakable. It suggests of both girls, a history of involvement in societally/religiously deemed, acceptable heterosexual relationships. Yet… here we see a burgeoning homosexual chemistry that is undeniable, and perhaps more importantly, beautiful… on a very human level. What excites me the most about that is, if Lupin deems it fitting (and I hope he does), this film may represent only the beginning of Angella and Vanessa’s story! And I love this idea - the on-screen portrayal of a very real same-sex relationship! 

And on the topic of same-sex relationships… Can you believe it’s just 10 years ago now when the late Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal caused a stir for the portrayal of gay cowboys, Ennis and Jack? I certainly can’t, and I think it shows just how far we’ve come, particularly in only the past decade I might add! Today I see same-sex relationships (for the most part) as a normal part of our lives. I know for example, that when I have a little girl, if she grew up to love women, I would support her whole-heartedly, just as long as I liked her partner of course ;) Kidding, she has my support no matter what. But I know others may feel differently about same-sex relationships. So what’s your stance, where do you weigh in?

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After Hours - An Interview with lovely Rose

 Interview by Sydney L Cubbins

I love 'After Hours'! It's the first of (hopefully) many VivThomas series to be written by our very own, and very talented... Rose! The premise is simple enough – it's all about leaving the stresses and worries of the working day behind, as we surrender to the (sexual) embrace of our loved ones – but it's the way that it's been conceptualised and brought to life that makes this film something very special. It's authentic, relatable and sexier than Adriana Lima herself! Suffice it to say, I was intrigued by the minds behind it. So I reached out to Rose, and asked her if I could pass her a few interview questions to answer for our members. She's as kind as she is talented and willingly agreed :) Here's the result :)

Can you tell us a little about the premise of the film? And what it means to you?

‘After Hours’ is all about that moment when you’ve finished work, you’re ready to unwind and have fun, and something happens to trigger that relaxation response within you. It could be kicking off your shoes and throwing your briefcase in the corner, or it could be something romantic, like your lover welcoming you home with a passionate kiss and a glass of something cold! I wanted to capture that moment when a smile from someone makes everything that’s happened during your working day just melt away, and all you can think about is touching that person.

Can you describe your writing process please?

I have all my best ideas in the shower… someone needs to invent a waterproof laptop! Words have always been my passion. I basically write in my head ALL the time – random thoughts, stories, letters, imaginary conversations, you name it! Writing a script was something new though, as I had to be aware of the practicalities of how things work on screen. Having spent time on set with Viv in the past, I think I had a pretty realistic grasp of what could be done. Once I start to write, I go really fast, it’s stream-of-consciousness stuff, and then I have to leave it and go back to it later to see if it’s any good or not!

Are there any influences in the film that we should know about?

I don’t even know where my influences come from – I’ve been a voracious reader since the age of four, and I love movies and big budget TV shows too. Binge-watching entire series is one of my vices! I have magpie tastes, but I’m very picky when it comes to erotica, I can’t stand anything badly written or badly filmed. I definitely thought a lot about what initially drew me to Viv Thomas’ films, and what I found most interesting about them. Chemistry between the girls and genuine passion are really vital to VT productions. Of course, it’s also fun to incorporate personal stuff – things that have happened to me, things I wish had happened to me, situations that turn me on. But you’ll have to guess which parts of ‘After Hours’ are based on my own experiences, I’m not telling!

What was it like to collaborate with new VivThomas director Guy Ranieri Sblattero?

It was amazing! First of all, he’s really creative – he can take an idea and turn it into something infinitely more interesting, just through the way he visualizes it. He’s also really open to new ideas, and wants to listen to the feedback from the members and do what pleases them. That’s very important to me, because it honours Viv’s vision of what he wanted his name to stand for. Writing for Guy is a lot of fun, too! It’s no secret that I have a weakness for Spanish girls – that dates back to attending a Spanish summer school when I was 18! For me, Spanish will always be ‘el lenguaje del amor.’ So as you can imagine, working with a Spanish director who can cast all these Hispanic honeys in the scripts I write is a major case of wish fulfillment!

It’s been many months since we last saw Lorena in a MetArt Films production. How did you (and Guy) entice her to the project?

That was all down to Guy, and I think it was probably his Spanish charm that swung it! Lorena always had a good experience working with Viv Thomas himself in the past, and of course she’s worked for SexArt and MetArt many times too, so she trusted that she was in good hands. When I wrote ‘After Hours,’ I actually had Lorena in mind, but I was too shy to ask – I felt like I was aiming too high! But Guy asked who I wanted for the movie and I finally said Lorena, not dreaming for a moment that he would actually make it happen!

What is your favourite scene from the film? And why?

I like them all for different reasons. Lorena speaking Spanish with Apolonia (who is just adorable!) is very special. The girls in this movie are incredible – Misha Cross is very sexy and edgy and cool, and Anna Siline is really sweet. But the opening scene, with Tracy Lindsay, just blows me away. The physical and emotional connection between Tracy and Lorena is very real, and the sex is super-hot. I will have to watch the whole movie a few more times before I can answer that question!

Do you have plans to continue writing for MetArt Films?

Absolutely! Guy is shooting one of my scripts at the moment, and I am working on more. It’s an absolute buzz to see what he creates from what I write. I want to work more on developing the characters and stories, as that’s what I enjoy watching. And I really appreciate how nice everyone has been about what I’ve done so far. I think the MetArt Network produces high-class erotica that’s in a different league to anything I’ve seen elsewhere, so to play a small part in that process is very exciting.

I hope you enjoyed reading :) As always comments and feedback are welcome, and would be immensely appreciated. If you love Rose and love her writing, please show your support! The more you guys do, the more likely we'll see more of her work in the future! :)

 

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The Road Goes On II: Travel Diary

The following is a short story prelude to Alis Locanta’s beautiful film about travel romance, ‘The Road Goes On: Vol. 2,’ released 14th Feb, 2015. It is told from the first person perspective of Silvie Luca, as we gain insight into her personality, her adventures and her relationship with Agatha leading up the events of the film. 

After consulting with and receiving permission from Alis to complete this title, I studied the following material to help generate a story that would be true to the feel of Alis’ film and its actresses, while also extending and (hopefully) enriching it. 

To guide the development of this story I looked to:

  • Girls Love Sex: Dreams – for insight into Silvie’s personality, language and mannerisms (I would strongly recommend watching at least the first eight minutes of this film before reading this piece, I’m 110% certain you’ll find the read all the more interesting if you do!)
  • Hangover – for insight into Agatha’s personality
  • Websites – relating to travel in Spain, and particularly Barcelona

I hope you will enjoy the story, and more than anything I hope that you feel:

  • I’ve found Silvie’s voice!
  • Upon (re)-watching TRGO(2) afterwards, that I’ve done justice to Alis’ film and perhaps even added a further layer to it

Your thoughts and feedback after reading would be very welcome, and immensely appreciated! This is my first-ever short story, so please let me know what you liked, didn’t like, how I could have improved it, etc., and if you want to see more of this type of thing in the future. It would honestly make my day! :)

So… here it is, in PDF format :)  The Road Goes On II - PDF Download

 

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Above – an erotic reaction

An erotic reaction to Above, by Sydney L. Cubbins

Sexart Feature Film Above - Directed by Alis Locanta - Starring  Lexie Dona & Uma

When director Andrej Lupin and his team hit the erotic mark, boy-oh-boy do they hit it! In their latest feature ‘Above,’ I was granted the ever-so-lucky privilege of watching (Victoria’s Secret-worthy) Angels Lexie Dona and Uma Zex share their passions, their desires and their super sexy love!

With a unique aesthetic, the film employs the use of imaginative overhead shots, which swoop across our tantalizing brunette and her sexy blondie partner. As I watched soft lips and enticing tongues French kiss; gazed at silky legs and beautiful feet and toes :) admired the perfect dimples that rest just above Lexie’s pretty pert ass; and was awed by Ms. Uma’s racy loveheart-shaped bottom, draped in Valentine’s-Red attire I might add; I couldn’t help but think… I’M IN HEAVEN! And I know this much, the view from here… it really is to die for! The relationship between these ladies was just so gorgeous, so cute and adorable, and at the same time so erogenous. I could ‘feel’ the attraction as eyes met; as flirty smiles and giggles were shared; as fingers interlocked; and cute kisses to the inner thigh and asshole, how naughty! ;) were planted. These angels were perfectly in tune, just as lovers should be!

Lexie’s Pleasure

Uma begins the affair by playfully gliding her tongue against Lexie’s pretty little girl. I thought it was so gorgeous how Lexie responded, rocking her body and grinding and rotating her hips, pushing her clit just that little bit harder against her lover’s mouth. It brought a smile to my face too because I could see Uma’s hair getting ruffled up as a result, aww... Almost bringing her partner to orgasm, Uma slows the pace, lifting her attention from Lexie’s slit, she redirects it to her abs and nipples, swirls her tongue around them before kissing her and moving back down below. What came next was my favourite though! Uma spreads Lexie, ballerina-style and begins to pump her pussy with her fingers, and little Lexie helps herself out by rubbing her clit too. Duel stimulation is just the best! But what really sent me into overdrive was when naughty Uma kissed, licked and nibbled on Lexie’s neck and ears. It sent shivers down my spine; I can only imagine what it would have done to pretty Lexie! As things heated up, and Lexie approached her orgasm, it was scorching hot to see how her disheveled hair fell over her face, and how her cutie butt bounces against Uma’s forearm. Watching it at last clench and squeeze during her powerful orgasm was incredible! And then to see Uma wander back down to Lexie’s pussy post orgasm and give it (and her asshole) a cute lick and kiss was so adorable and intimate: the perfect finish!

Sexart Feature Film Above - Directed by Alis Locanta - Starring  Lexie Dona & Uma

Uma’s Indulgence

The first thing I noticed when Lexie began to return the favour, was that Uma had two cutie bumps on the areola of her right nipple, and that Lexie’s wet tongue didn’t miss them. As Lexie begins to undresses her partner, Uma’s luscious, long legs are revealed! I wonder just how many kisses it would take to make sure every inch of them was covered? Lexie then places her soft tongue against Uma’s wet slit, and the two perfectly contour to each other: it’s as if they were made for each other, and it’s not long before Uma is approaching climax… But speaking of contouring, as Uma lifts her arms above her head and rests them against the lounge pillow, she reveals just how toned and perfect her body is: her shoulders and biceps have most definitely been carved by angels! As Lexie continues to lick her partner to orgasm, I love how that one strand of hair falls down the left side of her face. I think Uma must have too, because it’s not long before she’s moaning in orgasmic delight! She must have been so hot and bothered for Lexie… and she still is! ‘Ms. Insatiable Sexual Appetite’ wants more! With her ass in the air, Uma presents her juicy pussy to Lexie once again, and Lexie’s fingers glide in effortlessly. Finger-banging her partner, Lexie places her right hand around her partner’s neck from behind and pumping her hard, brings her to yet another astounding orgasm!

Sexart Feature Film Above - Directed by Alis Locanta - Starring  Lexie Dona & Uma

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The lesbian lovers’ perfect end! Oh, how I love 69! And even more when I get to watch it from ‘Above’! Lexie and Uma loved it even more than me though. Here Lexie has her second orgasm, and Uma, now a sweaty mess of beautiful perfection (I think have a sweat fetish!), has her third! I thought it was just so charming too, how Lexie, mid orgasm, tries to keep pleasing her partner, but to no avail. After just one lick, she lays back, mouth open, surrendering in bliss! Such a pretty girl! To watch the girls post sex, giggle, and smile, and intimately kiss, and look in each other eyes, and hold hands… Aww… it just made me feel so special and so in love! Thank you angels! You two are perfection!

Sexart Feature Film Above - Directed by Alis Locanta - Starring  Lexie Dona & Uma

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Memento: Reordered and Decoded

– A Film Review by Sydney L. Cubbins
Here’s the problem with stylistic writers/directors: they often have trouble getting you to care about their characters. So, how is it that Alis Locanta, a renowned stylist, took arguably the last decade’s most stylistic concept, from arguably the last decade’s most stylistic director, and generated the most affecting character-driven film available at SexArt? Well, because if Love For Sale was a tale of sexual fulfillment, Memento is its emotionally fulfilling sister. Here, Locanta has delivered an intriguing and involving puzzle about love, lust, loss and lessons, and with it, established himself an anomaly: a stylist capable of dealing with authentic human emotion. 
 
First Relationship  |  Third Act:  Tracy Lindsay
 
The ‘Third Act’ introduces us to Mango’s original lover, Ms. Tracy Lindsay, and it becomes very clear, very quickly, that this long-term relationship has grown unbalanced and unhinged. Power favors those that love the least, and here it rests with Tracy the domineering blonde, as she selfishly lusts for sexual satiation and offers nothing in return once it’s attained. Becoming increasingly introverted, frustrated and disheartened, Mango struggles to unearth even the faintest hint of the adulation and compassion she so desires. Her relationship, now beyond her control, has evolved into something poisonously sexual, and not only emotionally unfulfilling, but emotionally damaging. The longer this dance with the devil continues, the further she grows from her, and, from herself. Mind-over-heart, Mango lamentably forces herself to at last accept her lover’s true colours. Facing her fears and even overcoming Tracy’s intendedly redemptive advances, Mango courageously ends the relationship for good. 
 
Second Relationship  |  Second Act:  Lola Reve
 
In the ‘Second Act’, we meet Mango’s second lover, Ms. Lola Rêve, as we uncover inklings of Mango’s emotional evolution in the wake of Tracy’s departure. Here, the sexual encounters are passionate, romantic and most notably, shared. Mango has decidedly found a partner dissimilar to Tracy in almost every single way. As perfectly suited as they seem, however, the taste of Mango’s last relationship continues to haunt her, and this time she has her guard up. A little more informed, though a little less optimistically so, she’s wary of commitment and frightened of the pain associated with emotionally investing in another; a hesitation likely shared by her partner. Their relationship is suitably an ‘on-again, off-again’, primarily sexually-oriented affair, offering them, but also allowing them to keep just the right amount of distance from a little thing called love. But within lies the problem, and the reason emotional unfulfillment lingers. Whatever gifts are given, and whatever flirtatiously lustful glances are shared, and have been shared before. Mango impassively watches Lola pack her suitcase again; it’s clear that for now at least, this relationship can never truly fulfill.
 
Third Relationship  |  First Act:  Alexa Tomas
 
The film’s ‘First Act’ presents us to Mango’s third and final lover, Ms. Alexa Tomas, and it’s here we play witness to the warmest and most fulfilling relationship of the Memento series. Loving, caring and fervently sexual Mango; regretfully having realized she should’ve committed unreservedly to Lola; has fallen hard and fast for the girl, and the relationship that has eluded her for so long. Memories of her past suddenly seem distant and unimportant, and Alexa is all that matters now, or least, that’s what she’d like to believe. Alas, this relationship had an expiration date stamped on it the moment Alexa, the traveller, walked into Mango’s life. And while Alexa, however disagreeably, seems to have accepted that fate, Mango has yet to come to terms with it. Having let Lola escape her, this position is all too familiar, and this time it’s even more devastating. As the joy segues into sadness and ecstasy into melancholy, Mango tearfully watches her third chance at love slip beyond her grasp.
 
There After…
 
Confused and addled by grief, a black and white ‘Thereafter’ depicts Mango in the present, as she battles with memory and emotion. Cycling through lovers and experiences past, she contemplates and surrenders to the tides of loss, lust and love. Through trials, tribulations and failed relationships, each one informing and educating the next, Mango has lived and learned. The key element to a successful and durable relationship is a shared commitment from both partners to fulfill not only the sexual, but also the emotional needs of their significant other. And it’s with this vital knowledge that Mango will enter the next colourful chapter of a new, or possibly revisited, relationship.

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Ariel Rebel: my first experience of shooting for SexArt!

I masturbated in the bathroom, on the plane, on my way to Barcelona…

It’s not something I do often, but I was fighting the urge to do it right under the warm blanket, while sitting in my seat. It wouldn’t have been fair on the lady beside me trying to sleep. If it had been a hot guy, I would have probably take the risk, but you know... boundaries *^_^* lol! 

When I came out of the bathroom, I realized there were a few people waiting, and it made me wonder... did they hear my scream of pleasure through the bathroom door? Maybe. Did I care? Not really!

Looking through the window as we ascended through the sky, I fantasized about all the naughty things I was going to do to Lola Reve, Anissa Kate and Amarna Miller. A lot of dirty sex dreams had emerged from my first encounters with Lola and Anissa back in July 2013, while shooting my first DVD features under the Dorcel banner. We all had such a connection from the first glance, such desire and passion, which made the shooting even more exciting than I expected. I knew seeing them again would be incredible, and it was an opportunity that I couldn’t resist. When the talented director Alis Locanta contacted me about the possibility of shooting for SexArt, my heart jumped inside my chest and my tummy started to tingle. Ok, maybe not just my tummy! *^_^* Nervous, excited, anxious, overwhelmed… a lot of sensations went through my head and then down my spine. I felt all the little hairs on my body rising, leaving behind a warm and intense feeling of joy and excitement. After all, I had been a huge fan of SexArt for ages, and always wondered if one day I would also have the chance to shoot for the site. 

There is something about erotic and sensual pornography that really grabs me more than any other type of adult entertainment. It is for this very reason that I was happy to take control over my official website – ArielRebel.com – and my career, seven years ago. It meant I could start shooting the type of scene that is so exciting for me to perform, while pleasing my creative spirit by still keeping a very artistic, yet dirty twist. I would like to take this opportunity to say a big thank you to the SexArt crew for giving me my first chance… Now let’s all keep our fingers crossed so it happens again, ok?

As I anticipated, the scenes with Lola Reve and Anissa Kate were amazing. Lola, with her cute and spunky attitude, made me laugh so much while we were on set and off set. I also loved having another opportunity to taste her again. I was even more excited to know that she came down to Barcelona for this single scene, just because she wanted to fuck me again… So hot, right?  

Before she went back to France, on the last night, we cuddled for the longest time in our shared bedroom, enjoying some girly chat like two best friends that haven’t seen each other in a while. It was sweet and intimate, and I miss her already.

Funnily enough, Anissa Kate has always intimidated me a little. When I look at her gorgeous figure, AMAZING tits and beautiful eyes, I can’t help being envious of her sex appeal. She is more experienced than me and I wonder if I’m good enough for her when we shoot. I want her to dominate me, to tell me what she wants me to do to her, and direct me in realizing her hottest fantasies. I’m just her little sex toy. I let her use me as she wanted and it was awesome.

On my last day, I had the chance to meet the incredible Amarna Miller. Let me say this first – this was my coolest scene ever! Amarna is a natural, she loves sex, loves to eat pussy and it really shows. From the first second we met online, about a year ago, I knew we could be great friends, and it was confirmed when I had her in front of me. She has the cutest little manga voice and everywhere she goes, she seems to spread a little ray of sunshine that keeps everybody in a great mood. It makes sex with her very memorable. Too bad we live so far away from each other, because I would absolutely hang out with her every day if I could. I would gladly fuck her again on camera and off camera, any time! I cannot wait for you to see the chemistry we shared during our scene; I really think this one will be the hottest of the bunch.

Once again, I would like to thank everybody at SexArt for giving me the chance to spread my wings (and legs) for your awesome website. I hope you guys will enjoy the fruits of our hard work and I’m looking forward to meeting you all on the site!

Love,

Ariel xxxx

 

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Love For Sale: Harder + Cross-dressing – Review, Part I

When Tracy “think(s) about the universe”, she can’t help but think it ever expansive, ever alluring, and yet ever elusive: a grand canvas of intriguing possibilities that seemingly always exceed her grasp. “(Her) only desire (is) to (attempt to) explore it, (understand it) and experience it as fully as possible”. It seems that for her, these sentiments apply to sexuality also, and, though only now becoming consciously aware of it … love too.

His bravest, boldest, grandest, and yet most emotionally intimate work to date, the interestingly titled ‘Love For Sale’ is Alis Locanta’s ‘Interstellar’: an ode to humanity’s ‘universal’ [intended as polysemy] experiences with the complexities of love and sexuality.

Sexuality

When we first meet Tracy her views on love and sexuality are divorced, sentiments distinct of one another, each represented by a separate life: one of “light”, which she presents to the outside world, and another “behind the door”, her “dark” and “secret” one. The intelligent woman she is however, Tracy understands that there are no ‘Secret(s): [Vol. 2]’ to it. Though invigorating, her first foray into prostitution involves a rather icy Dom/Sub encounter, one lacking fulfilling ‘Heat: [Vol. 2]’. Yet Tracy seems to have acknowledged this fact, accepting that she’s fundamentally a ‘Slave: [Vol. 2]’ “ready to sell what (her customer) wants”: a service through which Agatha is able to push and test the limits of her sexuality. And for now, Tracy seems introspectively resolved to play her role as the “bought and paid for” prostitute. 

Her meeting is essentially a ‘Ballo: [Vol. 2]’ for one; or more accurately, a Ballo for each. I say that because, given her articulations, Tracy’s profession seems to provide a satisfying scenario to her also. Through prostitution Tracy’s able to earn a significant sum of money, and thus make a comfortable living; but more significantly, she, like her customers, is able to ‘comfortably’ satiate “the dark side of (her) nature”, her “secret” life.

Though at this point in time she may believe otherwise, I don’t think Tracy’s role as a prostitute, and the impact it has upon her life, or lives, is as unimportant or uninfluential as her soliloquies suggest. In fact, the contemplative, “complicated” and perplexing being she is, Tracy regularly contradicts her own minimalistic assertions about how the universe “puts all our little lives into perspective”: a distinct sign she’s still learning. On the whole, Tracy’s story is far from “black and white, easy or simple”; it’s a grand explorative journey as she discovers that her life and desires are “bigger than (prostitution and sexuality), so much bigger”.

A Kiss That Changed Everything

Yes, “it’s fucking hot”, but for my liking, Tracy’s life “behind the door” is not what she, or we for that matter, would consider to be ‘truly’ fulfilling. I don’t get the feeling Tracy genuinely wants to be a prostitute. Given the fact that she’s expressed a desire to “never ever want to go back” however; I think it’s safe to say she immensely enjoys being ‘used’ as one. Despite this, I think she’s searching for something deeper and more complete; something that perhaps amalgamates with sexuality… and it was a single kiss that informed Tracy that such a thing exists. 

Through that kiss and its aftermath, we’re able to gain sincerest psychological and emotional insight into how Tracy currently views herself, her lives and consequently, her ideas of love and sexuality. Her pensive reaction and its eventual outcome; an ensuing encounter supposedly “dealing in sincerity (and) passion” with customer number two (Amarna); indicate that her attitudes are changing.

(Nearly) Love

No longer ‘going gentle into that good night’, prostitution venture number two finds Tracy throwing herself enthusiastically into the unknown yet again. This time around however, she’s a little wiser, a little more informed, but at the same time, a little misled.

Tracy begins to postulate how we as humans are often “afraid” of exploring the “dark side of our nature”, particularly within our intimate, loving relationships. Her thoughts ‘St(r)ay’ toward feelings of vulnerability and judgment, something we personally, (for the most part), cultivate in so-called ‘true’ love. “Afraid to talk about it”, we’re uncertain as to what we “can safely explore without going too far, or becoming something or someone else’. Thus we “(deny our) freedom and (deny) who or what (we) really are”: “giv(ing) up (our) ability to feel, to express, and to experience truthfully”. Ultimately, (and again, for the most), we contribute to own sexual dissatisfaction, which for whatever reasons, drives us to search for “what (we) want (somewhere) else”. I think what Tracy wants is someone she can love warmly and deeply, but at the same time with dark “energy and passion”: a princess/prince on the streets and a prostitute in the sheets. Unfortunately it’s those misunderstood sentiments that take Tracy’s journey on a heart-wrenching turn.

As reliable a narrator as those in Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’, Tracy is unable to perceive the flaws in the evolution of her thinking pattern. That one powerful kiss and her subsequent encounter with Amarna have deluded her into believing that love can be found in prostitution. But the metaphor of something fake existing between these women cannot be ignored. Tracy is still a “bought and paid for” prostitute, and as much as our title suggests otherwise, prostitution is ‘Sex For Sale’. 

Yet as I’ve said above, Tracy’s life and desires are “bigger than (prostitution and sexuality”. She and her customers are not so different from each other. She’s a prostitute for the same reason her clients use her, and yet they, like her, are searching for sex in that form because they’re desires are not being satiated in loving relationships either. These women aren’t searching for sex per se; they’re searching for a loving relationship that is sexually fulfilling. And for all those “hours and hours (spent) gazing at the stars and wondering, (if) maybe there was someone like (her) on a another planet, thinking about the same things”, all Tracy needs to do is turn her gaze to the answers right in front of her…

End, Part I.

Your thoughts and feedback please. It would be immensely appreciated. Tell me what you think about Tracy and her journey so far and where you think it’s headed… I have an idea, but I’d like to hear yours first please.

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The Heat Vol 2 - An exploration of sex in its warmest and most fulfilling form

Something I’ve always done is keep a tab on the films I view each year that spark my interest, my emotions and provoke thought long after having watched them. With the reviews I write, I try to analyze these films, gathering a deeper understanding and respect for them from a filmic, conceptual and in the case of SexArt, an erotic perspective. 
 
My first post on the SexArt Blog is largely a review for Alis Locanta’s ‘The Heat: Vol. 2’, my favorite SexArt film of 2014, and in fact, my favorite SexArt film to date. I hope you’ll enjoy reading about my favorite film, and more than anything I hope that it will add depth and insight as to how you view it. 
 
But I don’t want my review to be the only one. With films such as Stay, Lonely, and Spin Cycle, (just to name a few), SexArt 2014 has offered some of the most innovative erotic cinema ever seen. I challenge you to review your favorite SexArt film of 2014. Tell the SexArt team (and me) about the filmic, conceptual and/or erotic aspects that took ahold of you, and what makes the film you love so special to you? With your insight, the SexArt team will be able to gain a better understanding of what it is its audience likes, what it wants to see more of, and how they can then implement this knowledge into future films. The rules are however, you can only pick one film and it must be from 2014. So how about I kick things off: without ado, I give you Alis Locanta’s, ‘The Heat: Vol. 2’. 
 
More than anything what intrigued me most about this film, was the concept it presented. In the vein of ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’, ‘Life of Pi’ and one of my more recent film favorites, ‘Locke’, Locanta offers only the purposefully incomplete context of his concept. With psychological edge, he then invites us to thoughtfully consider the film and discover its layer and meaning for ourselves. Thus the film becomes that which we determine it to be. And based on my understanding of the film, I can say that not only does it carry a beautiful sentiment pertaining to sex, and in a broader sense, relationships, but concurrently important educational value about these topics. 
 
That being that behind ‘The Heat’, i.e. the passionate and powerful physical connection that drives our sex lives, lays a very intimate bond founded on mental and emotional connection. In summary: that sex in it’s ‘warmest’ and most fulfilling form, is fashioned by establishing 3 types of bonds, each as valuable and important as the next: physical, mental and emotional.
 
Physical Bond
The physical bond refers to the attraction or pull we feel towards one another and further, the (explicit) entanglement of our bodies. This aspect of our sex lives is explored most evidently in the scenes where Lola Rêve and Tania G are together. These BDSM influenced scenarios radiate with ‘Heat’, and are accentuated by: the unrivaled sex appeal of our actresses, the ‘kink’-flavored costume design of Eva Dividendo and the considerate hair and makeup of Rita Rola. 
 
 
Mental Bond
The mental bond is derived from our ability to focus 'in-the-moment' and specifically cherish for the given time period, the sexual endeavors we are participating in. It refers to our ability to dissolve concerns and fears, and instead relish in stimulatory thought. Accomplishment of all the above best permits the bonding of minds. To this end our actresses solo scenes convey this most effectively. As we gaze into our actress’ eyes (Lola Rêve’s specifically), and they back at us, the world vanishes. It’s them, and the viewer, and nothing else matters... 
 
 
Emotional Bond
The emotional bond refers the uniting of spirit and soul, that is, our partner’s thoughts, fears, dreams, and desires, their individuality and the very essence of their being. Locanta’s postlude captures the nature of this type of bond with unrivaled intelligence. Without so much as looking at her partner, Lola Rêve’s remarkable expressivity conveys the sensation of Tania G’s every touch; only... Lola Rêve is never touched. The intimacy of the emotional bond, something that can only be established with time, trust and sensitivity; has not only brought Lola Rêve into Tania G’s sexual centre, but privileged her to merge with it. And so we have, through the establishment of 3 types of bonds: physical, mental and emotional, sex in its warmest and most fulfilling form.
 
 
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Some fun changes to our blog

registerYou know… we really want to chat to you and to read your comments about our work, the fun we have on the job and the other interesting things we post about the models we work with.

So, we have decided to make it a little easier for you to interact with us. You can register on this blog and then you’ll see an activity stream, where all the things happening on the blog will be listed. It’s kind of like a “recent posts” page or like your Facebook news feed.

I mean you wouldn’t want to miss anything we put out would you?

Have fun and if you have any questions, just leave a comment. Come on, we’d love to hear from you!

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On Location Making Snow

hiddenLast year we had a project fall apart on us, you might remember me talking about it. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong that week. It got to the point where I started doing wild and crazy things just to salvage something from the week. I’ve been wondering what the heck to do with all the footage we took, none of it makes any sense. We had a few cracking girls doing some particularly sexy things, but it has no coherency. Chikita, Lola, Zoe, Bianca, Gina B, all ended up doing some great work which I can’t bear to see sit on the shelf next to my desk! It occurred to me that we could make the project into a documentary with behind the scenes, interviews with crew and what we did manage to film all put together. So, question… What happens when you hide a camera in the bedroom of two models on location? Answer – they break the microphone.

Hawthorne, go fuck yourself.

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Freckles

freckles1If you like girls with freckles, red heads, or girls playing instruments while (mostly) nude then this is the tumblr micro blog for you!

I like nice light freckles on a girl, it can be cute. I wasn’t aware there was really a fetish for it although it seems most things have some kind of fetishistic following these days. The person updating this blog can’t have an easy time finding pictures of freckle-faced girls playing instruments nude but I suppose that is the beauty of our world wide global community!

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Lesbians Out And About

outEveryone knows we are all very fond of Gina and Peaches here. They have been trying recently to promote their new site but the poor girls have had all kinds of troubles, first financially (*which is now all sorted*) then from someone trying to throw mud on them for no reason. It’s really unfair. I don’t understand why people just can’t accept these two and let them get on with things, they are adult models, of coure they have strange lives, but they are also really honest and down to earth girls and that is why people love them.

I’ve been enjoying their blog and At-Home videos, they have a certain charm which I find very appealing. Anyway I saw this video below and it made me think how difficult it must be sometimes, when they are out if they hold hands people stare, if they have a little kiss people scorn, some men get jealous – especially since neither girl has ever done any straight modeling work. I know that some people don’t like public displays of affection (usually those who either aren’t in love or aren’t getting any) but it must be horrible to actually have to hide your affection for someone you love.

I’ve never had to do that, so it made me think. I wonder what our female forum members feel about it? Is it common to keep your affections at home, or do you get to the stage, possibly like Gina and Peaches have, where you don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks and if anyone is going to frown upon your affections for your partner, then it’s their problem.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CDLhTW6njQM&feature=channel_page

www.lesbians-at-home.com

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Bromance Is In The Air

bromance

Bromance, in case like me you’ve just heard about it, is defined as “A non-sexual relationship between two men that are unusually close”. It’s a joining of the two words ‘brother’ and ‘romance’.

There’s even now a cheesy MTV show called Bromance and according to the article by Sundance review on the film Humpday, there is a flick coming to theaters in Spring called ‘I Love You Man’, which is, “…carrying some bromantic-comedy-of-the-year-buzz”.

A quick look at www.urbandictionary.com shows a plethora of bro related words including ‘Bromance Day‘, ‘Bromantic Comedy‘, and my favourite “Bromancing the Stone“, which whilst it seems a little unrelated, means the act of truly and thoroughly enjoying the process of getting and/or being high/stoned.

So at last there seems to be a new word to replace the otherwise gay sounding word of ‘Guy Love’, which i had heard was the term to explain two close heterosexual males before this new word came on the scene. Who says Bromance is dead eh?

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In The Family – Secret Revealed!

When we made In The Family there was a young girl called Delilah who joined the cast after the disaster we had with post-AVN-party no-shows. It was meant to be Sarah Blake eating her pussy that afternoon, instead it was Angela ‘the squirting queen’ Stone, who was kind of finding the whole thing rather amusing.

So Delilah was really getting into the swing of things, she understood what we were after and wasn’t confused by “the strange English (I’m not even English) guys who don’t want us to cuss and spit and fuck each other like possessed sex demons.” Which is exactly how we were known in L.A.

Angela was doing a good job of eating out Delilah though (it was a real ‘eyes roll into the back of the head orgasm!), so much so that after she came she had to tell Angela to stop, causing the squirting queen to give a look to the camera like “uh, did I just make that girl cum?” I cut it out of the final movie with some clever editing, but here it is in it’s uncut glory complete with the behind the scenes clip of ‘what happened next,’ courtesy of Hugh G Rection.

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Spunks Girls – Carol Voderman

Carol Voderman is a 48 year-old Welsh maths genius, an MBE, a detox expert, lover of Richard Whitely and Des Lynam, one of Britain’s highest paid women, and now she is also one of Spunks girls, talking to me in her Welsh accent saying things like “…oh Spunk that is bloody lovely that is, you are going to make me cum now in a minute, I’m going to have more orgasms than decimals in pi…” etc.

Carol also has the same reverse-aging disease which Brad Pitt has in his latest movie The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button, and now the super smart lady is looking lovelier than ever.

I don’t know why but Carol has always reminded me of my old English teacher Mrs. Cunningham, who was a tanned, naughty little thing. The kids used to call her “butter legs” because they were frequently spread. She was eventually fired for having a five-way with four sixth form boys on the common room foosball-table. Unfortunately I was not one of the lucky four, who later became known as the ‘Foosball-Flora-Four.’

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Heart Shaped Boobs

I’ve heard of a heart shaped ass before but we don’t hear much about heart shaped boobs do we – like these lovely breasts.

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War Is No Laughing Matter

I find these outtakes slightly surreal, it might be the uniforms or the hysterical laughing coming from all angles, I don’t know.

At times it feels like they’re all on magic mushrooms or someone has filled the room with laughing gas, it gets pretty weird don’t you think?

My favourite is Mark (in previous blog post with Sammy-Jayne) trying to say “bastard.” He’s got some acting chops on him, he really gives it his all. Good man.

Clip from War and Sex

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When Porn Stars Fall In Love

Here’s a new blog series I thought I’d start. It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does happen and you allow it to flow then you capture something most producers never do – reality. Chemistry is something that you just can’t force, it happens naturally and unexplainably.

Now I was going to post a new clip from Most Subscribed with Peaches and Gina here (Gina came three times) but as I was watching the footage just moments ago, I realized it was just to good to tease you all with at such an early date, there was a party going on in my pants and everyone was invited. So instead I’m going to tell the short story of Mya and Tristan.

We were trying to find couples who would be good to film for The Art Of Sex, and we were in Spain when it looked we had our first pair. Mya, a very horny, very fucking sexy and tiny Hungarian girl had fallen for Tristan. During the photoset she was wet, and I mean sopping wet! They were kissing, making love, just really getting into it. Afterwards they cuddled outside, and she asked him…”Can I kiss you?” He replied in his sexiest French accent – “You are so beautiful…” and they kissed. I looked at Stern, Stern looked to Viv, who in turn looked at me, and we all said in union “The Art Of Sex.”

So we asked them if they were up for it, and of course they were. Then we just let it happen. Thirty minutes of the most incredible love making between man and woman that I’ve ever recorded. Below I have grabbed a couple of quite random short snippets from the scene and strung them together roughly. I urge anyone who hasn’t seen this yet to take a look, it really is quite incredible. And then buy or download The Art Of Sex because there is more than one scene like this in the movie.

They fell in love that week. I caught them fondling and flirting constantly, watching movies together until late, eying each other up over dinner, watching each other work. Then when it was time for everyone to go home they had to say their goodbyes, tears were shed, kisses exchanged, and he even did a running wave after the taxi as she disappeared from his life forever. Well actually if I had to put money on it the first thing he did when he got back on French soil was delete the string of text messages they’d exchanged, tell his girlfriend he had to go away again, then flown her to the land of love and French Bread to screw like rabbits for another week. He told me she had a pussy “like silk.” Fucking lucky French bastard.

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Olympic Bodies.

Ok so I might have missed the boat a little on this one because it finished last weekend unfortunately. But for two weeks there was a lot to enjoy in terms of athletic, tight, young, firm, incredible bodies, amazingly taut, tight, young, hot bodies, wonderfully young, hard, flexible bodies, and….uh….horse riding, what the fuck is that doing in the Olympics?

So yeah, it was all about the womens gymnastics for me, wow, those girls are just unbelievable, the moves they can do, how they can manipulate their bodies into those positions, it’s jaw-dropping. Personally I don’t think the British TV coverage was up to much, far too much horse riding (horse riding, what the fuck!?), far too much sailing and rowing (yawn) and way too much biking (fucking riding a bike, are you having a laugh, I’ve been doing it since I was 4). No where near enough womens beach vollyball, and to be quite honest not close to enough womens gymnastics. Highlights just aren’t enough I’m afraid.

I mean for fucks sake, I get home from a long day at work only to find that China are playing Brazil in Womens Beach Vollyball, and it’s raining! Oh yes! Turn on the TV and what are they showing? Rowing. Fucking rowing. So we have tight young women playing beach vollyball in the rain, wearing nothing but bikini’s…and what do they show, four guys rowing a boat. No no no no!

Another time I’m waiting patently for the coverage of the final of the Individual Womens Gymnastics, ok, I’ll wait. What do we get? 15 minutes of highlights showing Shawn Johnson and that incredible Chinese girl who won everything, but no one else! Where were the Romanians, the Brazilians! The Russians, the Ukrainians! Come on! Damn it. Next time around I’m getting interactive Sky+.

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Oral Sex – Blowjobs by Avril

Sorry it’s been a while since my first blog, I wanted to start blogging but I’ve been really busy, I really have.

As most of you know, I have had the pleasure of enjoying the company of both men and women over the years, and there’s one thing that really excites me, and that is giving and receiving oral sex.
I believe that when a guy receives a blow job it’s like a vehicle for him to feel in control and powerful over the woman, which is nice sometimes, like I am submitting to him, going down on my knees and pleasuring him. But it need not be like that all the time. Sometimes I like to take control and really fuck his dick with my mouth, to really use my wet hand, my spit, my lips and my throat to have him under my control completely. Sometimes its good to tell him to close his eyes, and to leave him without the visual and only the physical sensations. If it’s a performance of pure lust it can be so much more than just a stepping stone to sex. Same with cunnilingus, if I just eat away at the pussy, devouring it – but more on this in another blog. One thing that is really important in both, you need to enjoy giving as much as receiving.

In the early stages of a relationship a blow job can be used to titillate the partner into believing that this is only the beginning and I am capable of much more, like saying I can take you to sensual heights and if the giver is very good, and can give them spontaneously, then this belief can and often does capture the taker, hook line and sinker, and all good and bad relationships are generally started in this way. Then the giver really does experience a sense of power and excitement over the taker especially when it leads to becoming a couple and the act becomes a loving one, a need to see that person again.

When couples move on it becomes a fun way to start your fore play, which is so often and very nearly always neglected. It is a vehicle to entice and stimulate both parties until they feel the only way forward is to satisfy themselves totally by giving in to their lust.

Spit or swallow – the eternal question. I believe it is a preference of the individual. Men seem to have a fixation about us swallowing his semen and perhaps if the provider wanted to give the ultimate gift and be guaranteed a place of remembrance then I would suggest, swallow, but why do it on your own? Share your tasty mouthful with your partner! I always try that one!
Here I have asked one of the boys to upload a clip of a nice blowjob! Enjoy!

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