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A wild encounter with Nordica

Erotic fiction inspired by Nordica in “Duatina

One year I bummed around a few countries in Europe. Morocco, the Greek Islands, Italy, then I settled with some friends in Paris for a while. I sold leatherwork on the street made with Moroccan glass beads, but I needed some kind of income, since I couldn't get a work visa as an American. One day at the gym I met a guy who was with a semipro basketball team. He told me they were short handed, and that was how I got a job as a swingman, getting paid under the table. The team wasn’t any good, but we had fun.

On a road trip to Prague I got chatting to a photographer who said he’d pay cash for my help on a shoot the next day. Tomas introduced me to his assistant, Nordica, a slender, pretty blonde girl with beautiful blue eyes who looked me up and down with a suspicious stare, then turned to Tomas and nodded before slinking back to her friends, casting me a quick, smoking glance over her shoulder.

Next day at the studio, Tomas was setting up equipment when I arrived. Nordica came out of the make-up room wearing a robe, her feet bare. Damn, she was gorgeous. As she chatted rapidly with Tomas in Czech, she took off the robe; she was wearing skimpy lingerie underneath!

She spun around and gave me a wink as she walked onto the set and began posing as Tomas started firing off shots. I was mesmerized. She was amazing, with beautiful lips and an infectious smile. She had a hard time keeping a straight face and kept cracking up at the stupid things Tomas had her doing – including the hot stuff. She took off her bra, and her tits were luscious, a perfect size with sweet brown nipples. She pinched them and made the nipples stiffen.

My mouth was watering, and my pants started getting tight. Then Nordica rolled her panties slowly down her nice, round bottom. She was a little embarrassed and giggling but she reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks. It was like a dream of paradise. Her pussy lips were so cute and pink and her asshole was showing too.

“Ok Greg, now I need you…”

The penny finally dropped. “Tomas, is this some kind of porn shoot? They’ll kick me off the team!”

“No, it’s just a softcore shoot,” he reassured me. “You don’t have to perform, just help Nordica get ready. She needs to look sexy, turned on, nice and wet, you know? Get her in the zone…”

I was mulling it over in my head, wondering what the catch was, but then Nordica came over and looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I couldn’t understand a word of Czech, but she could have talked me into anything!

Tomas left the room and Nordica took my arm and led me to the couch in the corner, starting to unzip my pants. We kissed. Her lips were so full and soft. I stopped thinking... and then her lips and fingers were wrapped around my cock; not really necessary since I was already stiff as a broom handle, but it felt so good.

She seemed very happy with me, admiring my equipment, caressing and kissing it. She pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top. We had no problem understanding each other’s body language as she slid my cock into her tight, hot pussy. The scent of sex soon filled the room, and I never wanted it to stop, but then Nordica dismounted, spun around and faced her fabulous ass toward me. She reached behind her and guided my throbbing shaft to her spit-slicked anus, wiggling her buns, pushing back to get me inside her. She was so tight though.

We're moving too fast, I thought. I sat up and kissed her shoulders and neck, gently massaged her soft breasts, then slipped a finger into her slit, so wet and delicious.

Tomas called to her from the other room, and she answered him rapidly but vaguely, evidently preoccupied with what I was doing to her. My fingers found her anus, and it felt relaxed now. Her eyes lit up. I got in position and pulled her gently toward me. Nordica exhaled to relax and her anus slid easily over my glans and up my shaft. We grinned together and I began to pump. We held each other close. My shaft fit so tight she was gasping with each stroke. She looked ready to orgasm and broke out in a light sweat. Our eyes locked and I was ready to cum too.

But then she suddenly pulled herself off me and ran on tiptoe onto the set, calling to Tomas. What the fuck!

I let out a deep breath in frustration, pulled up my pants and wandered onto the set. Nordica was posing shamelessly and Tomas was snapping furiously.  Meanwhile my boner was throbbing angrily.

“Greg this is great. She looks fantastic! I can see everything!” Tomas said. He gave Nordica some instructions in Czech and she lay back and spread her legs, then reached down and spread her pussy. Her entire crotch was flushed pink and glistening, her eyes half closed. My boner was twitching as I watched. Nordica lay on her back and raised both legs straight in the air, reached underneath and spread her perfect butt cheeks. Tomas got down at a low angle to get everything in the shot, centering mostly on her anus. Nordica grinned at me and flexed and contracted her asshole. I thought Tomas's finger was going to fall off, he was snapping shots so fast.

“Tomas! How is this not porn?”

“Oh lighten up, Greg. There's no fucking going on... on camera, anyway. Relax, you won’t even get a credit. Alright you guys, take a break. I'll get the video set up...”

Video?

Nordica jumped up and yanked me back to the couch. We went at it like rabbits. Fucking Nordica was all I wanted to do, and she was latched on to me real tight, chattering away in Czech. And she loved to fuck. She came twice while Tomas was getting set up. The second time her legs were over my shoulders, and I was pounding her asshole from the front while she diddled herself. Tomas heard her moans and yelled something in Czech, she jumped up and ran to the set still breathing hard, and damn, I still hadn't cum yet!

Dejectedly I pulled my boxers over my blue balls and watched while they filmed the video. Nordica started in a minidress, quite innocent looking, but soon she was nude and crawling across the floor. The highlight was when she put her face on a pillow, closed her eyes and spread her ass cheeks so wide apart her anus was straining to stay shut. Tomas caught it all from about three inches away.

After we got dressed, Tomas paid me with a wad of notes and Nordica bolted out the door, stopping for just a quick kiss for both of us. I headed outside and stomped to the bus stop… and there was Nordica, waiting for me. She walked up to me and gave me a long kiss, cold hands on my back inside my jacket. Her lips were so warm. She pulled back wordlessly and cocked her head. I was ready to follow her anywhere.

We wound up at her apartment, in her bed. My cock felt so good inside her, and she loved getting pounded. She had her legs wrapped around my back and I was fucking her hard. She came while I held her, and that set me off. The pleasure I was feeling just bloomed and glowed, and I filled her tight pussy until we were wet all over.

We lay on her bed then without words while she licked my shaft clean so that I was standing stiff again. I returned the favor and spread her slender thighs, sliding my tongue into her wet folds, tasting her sweet pussy, so wet.

We moved into a sixty-nine and just played at getting each other off. I whipped her clit hard while she took me down her throat. The treat of feeling my dick in her mouth was amazing. She came again and I felt her pussy get even wetter in the dark. I could see her bottom clearly, shining with a hint of sweat, and I wanted to be inside it. I drove my tongue between her cheeks and found her asshole. Nordica jumped in surprise, then wiggled her jiggly butt and settled against my tongue.

Her asshole was swollen and prominent and musky tasting. I couldn't get enough of her. She was so responsive, pushing her ass down so I could insert my tongue. I got inside her sphincter and swirled in a circle and Nordica squirmed and started murmuring in Czech, spurring me on.

My cock was rigid again and I laid it between her soft cheeks to let her feel me and grind on me a bit. Soon I was wet from the tip to my balls from her juicy pussy, and I steered myself into her ass. She shuddered as I thrust it inside her stretchy sphincter and began to stroke. I couldn't believe she could take it so deep inside her but I was realizing that Nordica was an anal freak. She gasped and moaned with pleasure as I drove into her asshole. Face and elbows grasping the pillows, she shuddered and climaxed, but I didn't stop. She strained and flexed while her butt cheeks quivered. The pressure from her tight anus and the heat inside her was driving me wild.

I held back as long as I could, driving Nordica to another climax, but when she bucked and moaned I let go and pumped her full, the semen slick and warm, giving me the sensation of floating inside her ass.

We showered together and then I had to leave. She was so pretty and beyond adorable but I had to go to make the game. I promised undying love and told her to look me up in Paris, but of course she couldn’t understand a word I was saying.

My game was off that night, and on the bus the rest of the team wanted to know what the hell was wrong with me.

“Listen guys. I will never tell,” I said. “And even if I did, you would never believe me…”

 

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The sweet taste of Mila

Erotic fiction inspired by Mila I in “Rochita

I was spending a few days at my beach house down on the coast. It was great to get away from work and enjoy the late summer weather and the cool ocean breeze. I did some fishing and running, and I was looking forward to some crabbing. At the market, I picked up some supplies and got back in time to see the sunset. I put a pizza in the oven and sat on the deck as the sun went down, watching the birds on the beach.

“Hello, you must be my neighbor,” I heard a lovely voice say in an interesting accent. A startlingly pretty blonde poked her face over the rail of the deck. She introduced herself as Mila, and I invited her to join me for a drink. She had rented the place next door, and we had some wine and the pizza as we chatted. She was very attractive, tall and slim but with lovely curves, and gorgeous long legs.

“So what is this crabbing you are doing in the morning?” she asked.

“Nothing crazy; I get a dinghy for the day, take along a cooler and a bucket, drop in all my pots and wait for the Dungies to come strolling in!”

“Excuse me; a dinghy? Dungies?” she asked with a crooked smile.

“The dinghy is the boat, and Dungies are the Dungeness crabs. You should come!”

“And what do we do with these ‘Dungies’ we catch? Eat them?”

“Oh yes! Delicious! Like nothing you have ever had. If we get any. If not, we drink beer!”

“Well then, I will see you in the morning, Greg.”

She stood up and planted the most delicious kiss on me, lips soft as silk, and then left. Watching Mila walk back to her place in her short, tight dress was something to remember.

The next morning we rode down to the dock in my truck, loaded up the boat and shoved off. The day was beautiful, and we baited and dropped in a dozen pots.

Over a couple beers, Mila told me she loved being in the US because it was less ‘uptight’ than the Ukraine. When I asked what she meant, she was vague, but I got the impression people didn’t approve of her lifestyle. Intriguing.

We caught enough crabs for dinner and headed back, sandy and toasted by the sun. Mila popped back next door to shower, while I got in the kitchen, put the pot on to boil and took a quick shower myself. I had just uncorked some chardonnay when Mila came in from the deck like a vision, in a sexy silk robe that showed off her amazing legs.

We sat on the deck and dined on salad, crusty French bread and cracked crab drizzled in warm garlic butter, all washed down with white wine in the sunset breeze. That breeze off the waves was slightly chilly so we snuggled close and soon were making out, me sucking on her sweet lips. My curious fingers found Mila was indeed wearing nothing under her light robe, and her breasts were warm under my hands, nipples firming up when rolled between thumb and fingers, and even more when licked and sucked between my lips. Her body felt great, skin so supple and soft. She spread her legs for me and my fingers found her slit, buttery with arousal, hairless and smooth.

I stroked her, rotating my fingers around the bud of her clit. Mila closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her. Her slippery essence was copious and I lavished it all around her, rolling her clitoris in my fingertips and then tapping lightly, stroking and circling. Her breathing grew raspy and deep. I felt her flush in the cool evening and knew she was close so I backed off, sucking on her tongue and squeezing her breasts, just brushing the areolae, stimulating them. She pushed my hand lower, sliding my knuckles over her slippery lips. She rocked her hips up to meet me, asking for more. I slid two fingers into her depths, curled them up and flicked through her folds inside. She was biting her lip and breathing deep, her cheeks turning pink, and seemed close again. She had both hands on mine, forcing my fingers inside her. She arched her back and seemed on the verge of orgasm.

“Whoa there, Mila. Not yet, baby.”

“Greg, you bastard! What are you doing?” Her eyes were wild.

“Just wait.” I grasped her slim waist and planted her cute ass on the table right in front of me. I looked up into her eyes. “You can let go now, Mila. Just cum for me,” and I pressed my face between her thighs and tasted her, rolling her puffy folds with my tongue and sucking her wet lips between mine, feeling them quiver.

She leaned back on her elbows and sighed, waiting for it to happen, and I licked her deep, flicking her hot clit and feeling her orgasm, her legs shivering. She moaned urgently and I pressed on, lavishing her wetness with nips and licks, holding her hips, grinding her pubic mound and clit, sending her over the edge again. Her body bucked, back arching as her thighs squeezed my face, coating me with a gush of her essence, sweet and womanly.

And then I went for it again, slipping my fingers inside to find her G-spot and softly massage it while flicking her folds with my tongue. Mila fell on one side, convulsing in orgasm, dishes clattering to the deck.

We stopped for a moment, catching our breath, and Mila moved into my lap, a hand on my package. She looked up with a grin, happy that I was ready. Together we got my shorts off and she stroked my shaft, then guided me inside her in one go, incredibly tight and hot, but slick with her arousal.

She whispered, “Let me do this.” Her hips rolled and her pussy squeezed, wringing jolts of hot pleasure from me. I got all tingly and warm in the cool evening air while Mila humped me. I held her ass tight with both hands and thrust as deep as I could, my cock feeling huge in her tightness. I won't be long, I thought. Then she grinned and slowed it down, milking my shaft so slowly, eyes locked right on mine, biting her lip and diddling herself while slow-bouncing on my aching joint.

She rocked on me, shaking as she came on my cock, and then I thrust hard, feeling jolts of pleasure shoot up my spine. I emptied my balls in several long pulses, Mila hot and sticky inside now.

It was dark, the salty evening breeze finding our exposed skin, but we were warm in each other’s arms, my flesh still firm inside Mila. I had a feeling the week would pass quickly, with such delicious company…

 

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Looking up Ulia’s skirt

Erotic fiction inspired by Ulia in “Tenyia

I had a restaurant consulting business for a while and found a great office with a wall full of bookshelves for my cookbook collection, but the books stayed in their cases because I never had time to set it up. I used temp assistants a couple days a week and one Tuesday a little cutie with big blue eyes showed up in a lacy, ruffled blouse and tight skirt.

“Hello, my name is Ulia!” she smiled brilliantly as she shook my hand.

I'd been dog-tired from a weekend opening a restaurant but I was instantly energized by her bright eyes, gorgeous smile and cute Russian accent. Ulia was very efficient, helping me clear my desk and set up my appointments for the week while I went through all my emails; and all that despite the fact that she was so distracting to watch in motion. Her shapely legs in dark, sheer stockings and that tight little skirt made me think about what could be concealed inside. It seemed as if she enjoyed my attention, spending time close to my desk and striking up easy conversation.

“Well, Ulia, you’ve been a huge help this morning. Let’s take a break. Where are you from? I love your accent, and your name is lovely.”

She smiled happily. “Oh, Russia, not far from Moscow. Yes, I like to be efficient and disciplined, it’s the only way to work!” She saw the stack of cases and opened one up. “Do you want some help with these books? I can put them on the shelves?”

I was delighted at the suggestion, and watched as Ulia climbed the ladder in her sexy, strappy high heels. I couldn't take my eyes off her; she made the sexiest librarian.

“Can you bring over another case? If you hand them up to me it will go much faster!” When Ulia bent to take an armload of books her skirt rode up enough to reveal the lacy top of her stocking and the strap to an unseen garter belt… how interesting... and the effect of her long legs, heels and sheer stockings whispering when she slid her legs together was getting something in my pants very interested!

Climbing higher, she leaned forward and her skirt rode up even further, revealing her lovely bottom with no panties in sight – just a lush, natural bush between her pink cheeks.

I must have looked dazed when she climbed back down.

“Greg, are you all right? You look flushed...”

“I’m fine, Ulia,” I had to chuckle. “I couldn’t help but notice just now, that you might have forgotten something when dressing this morning? Maybe…?” I scratched my head, not sure how to proceed. I didn't want to offend her.

“Oh!” she laughed. “No, I never wear panties. They’re so confining!” She wrinkled her little freckled nose. “I much prefer a garter belt with stockings, would you like to see?” I could only nod, speechless. “Here, unzip me!”

She turned her back, and with shaky fingers I managed to get the zipper down and slide her skirt to the floor. Ulia bent forward and looked back at me over her tender butt cheeks, legs slightly parted, her pubes lush and beautiful.

“Do you like it?” she asked. “All the other girls like to shave their pussies but I just think it’s sexier this way.” She lay back on the couch and spread her legs wide open, revealing her entire crotch, running her fingers through her fluffy pubes and brushing them aside so I could see her generous dark pussy lips.

“You see? My bush doesn’t really hide anything, you can see my pussy easily. And my ass, too?” She spread her lips slightly so I could see she was wet inside. She leaned close and we kissed, slowly sucking on tongues, her fingers caressing the stiff thing inside my trousers.

I buried my nose in her bush, running my rough tongue over her tender anus. Ulia started shivering immediately and she grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer, her high heels resting between my shoulder blades.

The scent of her sex was heady, magnified by her lush pubic hair and blending beautifully with her gardenia perfume. I spent lots of time wetly circling her asshole and lapping at her plump yoni. Yum! Her moist cooze was calling me and I answered by diving deeply inside her, lapping at her inner pink folds and savoring her salty sweet essence. I chewed gently on her plump pussy lips and felt her body arching with pleasure.

I licked my middle finger and worked it into her asshole and gently massaged her inside, causing further squirming and moaning. Her clitoris was buried in her bush, but rewarded my ardent search through her abundant pussy flesh. Making contact with her plump little nubbin, I tongue-whipped it furiously and her moans and sharp, short breaths told me I was driving her toward the edge. With both hands, she held my face tight with her pussy pressing right up on me, and I kept my tongue tip flickering on her clit until she dug her heels into my back and arched up tighter into my face while her anus locked my digit inside and she gasped, shuddered and dissolved as her orgasm wracked her body.

We made out some more and I cupped one perfect-handful breast in my hand, lazily flicking her stiff nipple with my thumb. Ulia stood and led me over to the armchair, my eyes fixed on her lovely pink bottom trotting across my office. She sat and unbuckled my belt and dropped my slacks to the floor.

She licked my swelling glans while locking her blue eyes on mine. Her hands knew exactly how to stroke me and she set about giving me a blowjob to remember, licking me with her lively tongue, then taking me in deep as I felt her throat close around me. One of her hands juggled my balls and the other stroked me quickly enough to bring me to a climax. And so I gave in, leaned back and jetted into her mouth as the pleasure of orgasm overwhelmed me. She stood up to kiss me and slip a tongue full of warm, sticky cum into my mouth, grinning at me while licking her lips.

I'll go one better, I thought, and dropped her down in the chair on her booty, pulling her forward off the cushion. I got to my knees and licked up her asshole broadly with my tongue full of my load. I ground it into her asshole while spreading her cheeks, her long legs wide apart on the arms of the chair.

“Oh god, that’s so nasty,” she gasped. Her bottom squirmed while she flicked her fingers across her clitoris and her dark, swollen lips, wet with arousal. “I can think of another way to get your jizz in there…”

She was a pretty sight scrunched down in the armchair with her bottom hanging off and her stockinged thighs split wide. I couldn't resist, so I slotted my shaft into her wet-as-hell folds and entered her all at once. She came on my cock really rapidly, shivering as her orgasm rippled through her, her pussy contractions squeezing me so I had to fight to keep control.

I carried her back over to the couch and snuggled up behind her, pressing my throbbing knob at her squishy back door. Her hand on my hip urged me to action and I inched gently inside her asshole, spreading it open with my thick pole until I could go no further, hips tight against her cheeks. I started in fucking, stroking steadily, and Ulia’s eyes rolled back and her breath rasped while she begged me for more. She came again with her fingers on her clit and my cock pounding into her ass.

“You feel so hard now,” she gasped. “Cum in my ass! I love feeling hot jizz flowing into me and your cock twitching and jerking!” That did it; I came, feeling her asshole grow soft and liquid with my jizz. She drew my face down and kissed me with my cock still buried deep inside her.

We eventually uncoupled, and as we got dressed, Ulia said, “Now you must take me out for a nice lunch, okay? You need to regain your strength so you can screw my brains out all afternoon too…”

 

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Sexy in specs

Erotic fiction inspired by Lola Krit in “Cemina

I’ve always found girls in glasses sexy, but I’m not so shallow that I wouldn’t date a girl with perfect eyesight. Luckily my girlfriend, Lola, finds my fetish amusing and is perfectly happy to indulge me. 

Lola is a fun girl and very uninhibited when it comes to talking about sex. I’m more reserved, and so it was months before she found out about this little kink of mine. One night we had been sending sexy pictures of ourselves to each other, nudes and dick pics and so on, and then the next day she came over and I took some more pictures of her while we were out in the park. Lola asked to see them and I let her have my phone, forgetting that I had edited some of her naked pics from the night before, adding glasses. As she swiped through them, she started giggling.

“How come I didn’t know you had a thing for glasses?” she asked. She was only kidding, but when she noticed the sheepish look on my face she was surprised. “No way!” she laughed. “Well, I can think of an easy way to make you happy…”

I was wondering what she had in mind as she dragged me into the nearest drugstore, but all became clear when she started trying on the reading glasses. My dick was stiffening up in my pants as she posed in each pair for me, urging me to pick out my favorite. She looked so sexy in all of them. By the time we had chosen a pair, paid for them and rushed back to her place, all I could think about was fucking her while she was wearing the glasses and nothing else.

She made me wait in the living room while she went into the bedroom to get ready. When she called me in, I opened the door to find her perched on the edge of her bed, wearing nothing but a loose pink shirt that just barely skimmed her thighs.  

She looked up at me through her glasses and pouted.

“How do I look?” she asked, spreading her legs so the shirt rode up, exposing her naked pussy.

“Oh my god,” was all I could say.

Lola reached out and grabbed me by the belt, pulling me to her. She soon had my pants and shorts off, looking up at me through her glasses as her fingers circled my hard shaft. She started jerking me off, making these sexy little appreciative noises. The she kissed the tip and stroked it over her cheeks and lips, her eyes never leaving mine.

She leaned closer until my dick was pressing against the lenses of her glasses, cold to the touch. Her face tipped up and her tongue flicked out to lick at the base of my shaft, my dick resting entirely on her face, rolling over her glasses as she watched me react.

“Do you like it, baby?” she asked. “Do you want to cum on my face?”

I nodded, dumbstruck, so turned on, aching to get my cock inside her warm mouth. She was stroking her pussy, leaning back on one hand, the other holding my cock gently. She let go for a moment to pull her shirt off, revealing her gorgeous breasts, just the right size to fit in my hands, her nipples hard as bullets from the friction of the material rubbing against them.

She carried on stroking her pussy, sliding a finger over her clit and dipping it inside her wet hole, her shirt bunched up around her waist. With her other hand she started jerking me off again, rubbing my cock over her tits, pushing it hard against her nipples, still watching me through her glasses.

“Suck it,” I said, unable to wait any longer.

Lola smiled with pleasure at my eagerness as she pointed my dick at her mouth, her tongue coming out to guide me inside, big brown eyes always on mine. She sucked me slowly and steadily, making sexy murmuring noises as she slid me in and out of her mouth, the way she looked at me through those glasses driving me wild.

As I started to cum she pulled my cock from her mouth and stroked it, aiming it so I unleashed spurt after spurt of thick cum onto her glasses. It was perfect, each splat landing on her glasses and running off onto her cheeks. She licked up every drop she could reach with her tongue, some of it even dripping off her chin and splashing down onto her tits. It was amazing.

Lola waited until I had finished before wiping up some of the drips with her finger and licking them off, smiling through the cum shower on her face. She scooped up another fingerful and smeared it over her clit, still looking at me through her messy glasses as she frigged herself to a noisy orgasm.

Lola even let me take a photo of her in her glasses, splattered with my cum, her fingers in her pussy. Just thinking about it gets me hard in an instant.

 

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An unforgettable sexual encounter with Foxy

Erotic fiction inspired by Foxy Salt in “Alidre

I don’t make a habit of picking up college girls, but I was dining alone in a restaurant while on business when I got talking to another lone diner. She introduced herself as Foxy, and she certainly was, with long dark hair, a cute face and a sensational figure. I invited her to join me for dinner, and I was so drawn in by her sparkling green eyes and sexy smile that I agreed to accompany her to a basement rave club afterwards.

The music was deafening as we downed some jello shots, and she pulled me onto the dancefloor, where her moves had me mesmerized. She moved close to me, her plump, beautiful bottom pressed up against the erection her flirting had caused. She slid one hand between us to stroke my boner through my pants, her fingers plucking at it, sliding up and down. My hands cupped her braless titties and I squeezed her fat nipples through her sheer dress. Foxy gasped and leaned her head back, then closed her eyes and licked her lips, just feeling it.

I could hardly believe my luck when she suggested we go back to my hotel. She held my hand in the elevator, and when we got inside my room she led me straight to the bed. I asked her if she was sure about this, being so much younger than me; I didn’t want to get my wires crossed.

“Oh yes, Greg! You are like, this delicious older guy and I've been wanting to fuck you since I first saw you,” she said.

Green light.

Moments later she was naked, and I could feast my eyes on the beautiful body I’d been imagining all evening. She straddled me and leaned in, kissing me. Her tits felt amazing in my hands, nipples hard. She tugged my zipper down and my cock sprung up, nudging between her cheeks. She slid her slit along my shaft slowly; it was slippery. I ran a fingertip along the creamy groove between her lips and she shivered and gasped. I worked my finger right inside, watching the intense expression on her pretty face as she rocked on it. Her breathing grew ragged and she shuddered through a long orgasm, soaking my fingers.

I began to lick her juices off them, and she joined me, taking each finger between her lips and cleaning it with her tongue. I tasted her pussy juices straight from her lips as we kissed, and now all I could think about was her creamy wet slit and how good it would feel.

She lay back and put her heels up on my shoulders, grasping my cock and using the head to spread her pussy open. Once my glans was nestled in there I gave a little push and slid straight into her slippery cooze. It felt so hot and tight. Her fingers were gripping my hips as I made small thrusts, feeling my cock get even stiffer inside her. I found her moist panties nearby and inhaled her scent as I started thrusting harder and faster. She was whimpering and shivering with each thrust, and our contact made beautiful little wet smacking noises. Foxy started breathing hard and diddled her clit rapidly until she came in a rush.

“Wow, that felt good,” she purred, all smiles. “Greg, will you fuck my ass?” I must have looked dumbfounded because she continued, “I love it! I love feeling a guy cumming inside me. It can make me cum too, feeling a guy going off like that... want to try it?” I nodded, speechless. She grabbed her tiny purse and took a tube of lube out.

“I always carry this...” she smiled, greasing up my boner, which loved the attention, and kissing the head. Biting her lip, Foxy turned onto her knees, face down, ass up. She pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her light brown butthole and puffy pink anus. Her pussy was tiny and tender, but her asshole was soft and substantial. I rubbed my glans on her anus, which shined it right up, and when I gave a small push she pushed back and took me inside, her tight anus tugging on me like fingers wrapped around my dick, stroking my full length.

Foxy's fleshy cheeks were amazing, warm and jiggling each time I penetrated her ass. My hips were grinding on her butt as she took me completely inside, despite her small stature. I don't think I had ever seen a butt quite so womanly and sexy, let alone fucked one so completely.

“Greg! Fuck me harder... I won't break!” I hadn’t been aware of holding back, but I pounded into her even harder, and she whimpered, “Ohhhh, that’s good! Nice and hard! Cum in my ass, Greg. I want to feel you cumming... give it to me hard!”

I felt fierce and full, and that feeling overflowed and then I was pumping gouts of cum into her ass, and that set her off, too. Her body bucked and shook and she moaned orgasmic cries until we were sated and gasping, stuck together with sweat and semen.

It was the most unexpected encounter of my life; and certainly the most memorable, too.

 

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The sexy foreign exchange student

Erotic fiction inspired by Amelia Gin in “Liforma

Back when I was still living at home, but starting college, we had a foreign exchange student staying with us. Amelia was from the Ukraine and I was crushing on her, hard. We were the same age, and she was so cute and exotic, tall and blonde, that I couldn't get her out of my head.

She hung out mostly with my sister. They were both on the volleyball team and Amelia was very athletic, always running or practicing; sometimes she shot hoops with me. She was quiet but friendly, and still working on her English.

There was really only one way to get her out of my head, and that was to give in and jerk off over her until I could think clearly again.

One Saturday morning, no one else was around. Amelia got in from her run and headed straight for the shower. Feigning that I was sleeping in, I tiptoed into the girls' room and there were her sneakers, her sweaty black yoga pants flung on the bed, and thrown carelessly on top, her black panties. I snatched them up quick and slipped silently back into my room, dark with all the shades drawn. I flopped back on my bed and admired my find, damp with her fragrant perspiration.

I drew in a breath and her lively, girlish scent set off a cascade of tingly pleasure, which landed in my boxers with an instant boner. Nothing else I could do but get myself off, so I draped those exquisite, still warm, filmy panties over my face so I could inhale her scent with every breath. I was thinking about her tight buns climbing the stairs, how she smiled gratefully when I explained some American slang, showing her how to shoot a jump shot correctly, her soft sighs when I gave her a back rub after a hard practice, those shy, pale blue eyes...

Then my door popped open and Amelia was yelling, "Greg! Do we have any more shampo-" I jerked up at her shocked silence and wide eyes.

"Hey, Amelia! Out of my room!" I tried to push her out the door and cover my package at the same time but she jammed her foot in the door and burst in.

"Greg what the fuck! Are those MY panties?" She held them up accusingly.

"Ah shit." I had nothing to say so I turned to the wall, my face beet red.

Quiet for a minute. Then softly, "Greg, look at me." I shook my head, twitched when she touched my shoulder. I peeked and she was looking at me anxiously. "Greg, don't be angry. I'm not mad at you." She blew a wisp of hair off her face. "Look, I have these feelings too! We can't, you know... but maybe… we could fool around?”

I nodded enthusiastically, hardly able to believe it, and Amelia dropped her towel. The object of all my lustful fantasies was standing right there in front of me, stark naked! We sat on the bed and our lips met in a long, luscious kiss.

Amelia’s hand slid down to my hard cock and wrapped around it, stroking gently. She bent to lick it, her warm, wet tongue exploring. With her steady stroking, it was a little too much, too soon.

“Hey, let me do you,” I said, my hand moving between her legs. Her smooth slit was very wet on my fingertips and her lips spread open as I caressed her. Shivering a little, she watched my fingers stroke and flick her clitoris, then turned to me and we kissed again.

She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top, rotating her slim hips to grind her wet folds up and down the length of my boner. I gazed into her eyes, revelling in the wet warmth and the way our bodies fit so well together.

Her hips were moving to an irresistible rhythm now, and although I knew I shouldn’t, I guided my cock to the right angle to slide inside her, and she sank down on it, engulfing me with her heat. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed in surrender to the blissful sensation.

She started raising herself up and down the length of me, and we fell into a slow, sensuous rhythm. My senses were filled with her, the aroma of sex and sweat and perfume, the sight and sound and feel of her. And then Amelia gave in to her climax, curling over me and gripping with her thighs, calling out in soft moans, squeezing me with her pussy, now liquid and slippery.

I was close, getting very stiff and ready to blow, so I lifted her off me. She grabbed my boner and stroked me until I came, spraying her from tits to thighs with my sticky jizz.

“Now I really do need a shower,” she grinned, kissing me briskly and sashaying out of the room, leaving me dazed and asking myself… Did that really just happen?

 

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One Last Chance

Erotic fiction inspired by Berenice in “Dusila

I picked up my mail and discovered a rather interesting package; a beautiful box wrapped in purple lace, containing a key. In a second envelope was a plane ticket to New York City, and a letter with specific instructions to bring no personal items except for identification. It was from my long-distance lover, the one I could never forget even if I tried. Our story is filled with mind games, rough play, and amazing sex. It doesn't matter how long it's been, we always find each other again.

I paced back and forth a moment, tapping the envelope in my hand. Something about this invitation seemed different, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. In the past, we have had many sexual encounters that have left me begging for more, yet something always stopped us from taking things to the next level. Maybe it was pride, maybe timing; the moment I felt she was going to take things further, she would disappear again. Then, at the most expected moment, she would walk right back into my life and have me spellbound and aching for her. I couldn't resist. I had to see her again.

It only took a few hours to get to JFK. As soon as I stepped off the plane there was a man holding a sign with my name on it. I waved him down and he escorted me to a limo. He took me to a shopping district and told me to take my time. She certainly had a way of making a girl feel special. I wasn't used to all this pampering, and I am not much of a shopper, so I just purchased some toiletries and perfume I’d been wanting to try, and a simple white button-up blouse that caught my eye. The driver dropped me off at an exclusive day spa. I was waxed, polished, massaged and rested by the time he returned.

Finally, I was driven to a large building, so tall that when I looked up, there was nothing but bricks and sky. The clouds covered the top floor and there was no way to get there but a side elevator. The driver directed me to the penthouse suite. The entire floor was like a glass box. When I looked out the window, I could see nothing but clear blue sky. The view was breathtaking!

I used the key I’d been sent to let myself in, and changed into the white blouse, no bra, no panties. I was hoping she would walk in at any moment to catch me in it. On a side table, I found a bottle of my favorite pinot noir next to an envelope with my name on it. Inside it read:

I am on my way to you. Be naked by the time I get there.

I smiled as I poured myself a glass. I didn't know what enticed me more; what would happen if I was naked or dressed? Knowing how she was when she didn't get her way, I decided to keep my blouse on. I could do with a little light punishment.

I gave myself a personal tour and was impressed by the lavish amenities. The shower room was all chrome and glass. I turned the water on and a red laser scanned my body. I heard a robotic voice tell me my temperature and suddenly, the most soothing rain of water came down on my face. The entire ceiling was a shower.  My white blouse was now transparent and stuck to my curves. I enjoyed the open view of the sky as the water rained down on me. The sun was just about to set. I saw splashes of crimson and pink just before the first stars appeared. The lighting in the room automatically adjusted to the dusk.

Suddenly, I felt her soft hands upon me. She cupped my breasts from behind while her lips grazed my neck. She pressed me up against the glass, my hands making wet streaks.

“I thought I told you to be naked!” she whispered, with a swift wet slap to my rear.  With no pause for my reply, her fingers circled my clit as she kissed my neck. She inched her delicate fingers inside me, making me gasp with pleasure. “I swear I can't leave you alone,” she added, her fingers penetrating deeper.

I was speechless and breathless, pressed against the slippery glass. Her other hand circled my clit while her fingers fucked me from behind, hitting the sweetest spot inside me. She positioned me close to the side jet and raised my leg right over the gushing stream of water. It was aimed perfectly at my pussy, stimulating my clit while she thrust her fingers in and out of my cunt. My arms were shaking as my climax neared. The sensation was incredible.

“I've missed this tight little pussy,” she moaned as she nibbled my earlobe.

Her sexy voice in my ear was almost enough to make me come, let alone the physical sensations. The water felt like multiple tongues licking my clit from all directions while her skillful fingers probed to my G-spot, making me melt. I was consumed by her touch, a touch I’d never admitted to myself that I'd missed dearly, until now. I was arched in rapture, collapsing in her arms, coming hard all over her fingers while her luscious breasts pressed tightly against my back. She sucked my neck and I could feel the pounding of my climax from head to toe. She gripped my pussy firmly, letting my orgasm thump through her hand.

I turned around and took her in my arms. She kissed my lips earnestly, as if she owned them. I could feel her lust radiating through her. I reached down to touch her pussy and got one wet grasp before she pulled away.

“No,” she ordered, biting my lip softly, “I'm not done with you yet.”

She took my hand and led me to the bedroom. Our footprints drenched the pristine white carpet. She pushed me on the bed and ripped my blouse open, throwing the soaked fabric behind her. Then, she slid her body up from between my legs, her breasts caressing my thighs. Our bodies were warm and soaked from the shower. I pulled her close and kissed her luscious lips, my hands gripping her ass, our pussies pressed together. She thrust her hips against me, waking another climax.

She slid back down, kissing my neck and breasts on the way. She lingered on my stomach a while, gently nibbling, then licked from side to side, reaching the most sensitive spots of my waist and hips. She made a slow seductive trail of kisses going down further, letting her soft tongue snake over my mound. My stomach was clenching rapidly by the time her tongue finally touched my pussy. She kissed it, licked it, then sucked it gently. I was moaning and biting my lip, consumed by desire. I gripped the flesh of my thighs, making them spread wider. She stuck her tongue out and pulled my hips up and down her face, making me fuck her mouth. The sensation made my blood boil with passion. Sweat dripped down my face, every muscle in my body tensed. She wasn't just eating me out, she was making love to me with her mouth. She slid her tongue up and down slowly, moaning right through my flesh. I could feel the quickening pulse of my awaiting climax. I reached for her, holding her head steady as I took in the magnificent rhythm of her tongue. The tight pressure of her mouth was practically sucking my orgasm out of me. My body jerked and shook. I could feel the pulse traveling up my spine as I came all over her mouth.

She smiled and kissed my pussy lightly, my sensitive flesh still trembling. Her beautiful face was drenched with my juices. She bit my inner thigh playfully and smoothed her fingers between my lips.

“Mmm… you are so delicious,” she smiled, licking the juice off her hand. I was getting so turned on again just watching her suck her fingers clean.

She crawled back up to kiss me as I held her close, gripping her bottom. I could feel her pussy leaking on mine. Just the slightest pressure made her shiver. She had been holding back her climax on purpose, trying to stay in control. I made it my personal mission to take it from her.

I hoisted her up to sit on my face and held her thighs firmly. Her juices flowed into my mouth as soon as I parted her delectable lips with my tongue. I suctioned my lips around her clit and whirled my tongue in circles, slowly at first then building speed. Her hips were shuddering, trying to run away from the sensations. The more she moved, the tighter my grip, letting her know I wasn’t stopping until she came. Her hands clutched the headboard, her clit swelling between my lips. I could already feel the first pulses of her orgasm, her pussy begging to burst. I twisted my tongue around her clit; clockwise then counter clockwise, then back again. I sucked her clit, moving my head slowly up and down between her thighs. I could hear her nails scratch the wall, her sexy moans getting louder.

I sucked her flesh harder as her thighs quivered around my face. At the very peak of her climax, I inched three fingers inside her with my lips pressed tightly around her clit. I eased my fingers inside her slowly, making her tight wet walls squeeze around them. Suddenly, I curved my fingers inward and flicked my fingers hard and fast without warning. She screamed in ecstasy as she came all over me, her wetness splattering on my neck and face.

I didn’t let go until she lifted herself off my chest, sliding down my lap. I sat up slowly and held her close, keeping my fingers inside her, relishing the feeling of her throbbing. Her gorgeous legs wrapped around me. She took my face in her hands and kissed me passionately, sharing her own wetness in my mouth. I inched my fingers in and out of her again, my thumb grazing her clit. I pressed on it, feeling just a few latent pulses come out as she held me tighter. I kissed her neck, keeping her aroused. I couldn’t resist making her come one more time, just watching her sexy expressions.

I took my time, thrusting my fingers inside her until her walls fluttered around them. I kissed her lips and held her closer as I pressed my palm firmly over her clit. I flicked my fingers faster, hammering her G-spot until she was moaning and gasping in my mouth. I’d never heard her make these sounds before. I’d never seen her this wet. I’d never seen her this passionate. Her body was in a state of bliss, leading to a state of surrender, a helpless expression on her face. For the first time ever, she was completely exposed to me with no barriers or hesitation. She was literally in the palm of my hand, relinquishing all control. Her walls squeezed around my fingers tighter than ever before.

“I love you!” she gasped at the very moment she came, her eyes filling up with tears.

Those words hit me like a verbal train, the three words I never expected her to say. And finally, the words I never thought I would ever say again came out… “I love you, too.”

 

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First date with Juliett

Erotic fiction inspired by Juliett Lea in “Modeta

Ms Juliett is a real cutie who makes coffee at a stand in my hometown. Her stand is out of the way, and I often get to shoot the breeze with her since she hardly gets any customers after lunch. Juliett is just adorable, an awesome soul wrapped up in a slender little tattooed, twentysomething package, and I visit the stand a couple times a week, burning gas idling there at the window as we tell each other our life stories.

It’s a bikini coffee stand, so Juliett is usually dressed in the skimpiest outfit legally possible, often just pasties and mesh lingerie. Not long ago I got up the gumption to invite her to a Burlesque show up in Seattle.

When we got to the club and Juliett checked her coat she looked amazing. She was wearing a cute little dress that showed off her tattoos and complemented her dark red hair. We had a great time, and after the show we danced, drank a few shots, and hung around to talk to some of the performers. Juliett was in her element and I think she made some good connections; she and the other girls were talking about their tats a bunch.

By 2:00 am we were both pretty buzzed, so I got on my phone and got us a hotel so that we didn't have to drive home. Juliett snuggled up close when we staggered down the hall and as soon as we got inside she kicked her shoes off and tangled our toes up, grinning at me.

“You take the bed and I’ll crash on the couch,” I told her, determined to be a gentleman. She was pouting, but I wasn’t about to take advantage of a girl so much younger than me. I flopped on the couch with a blanket, honor intact. That went right out the window when Juliett breezed out of the bathroom, stepped right up to me in her bare feet and asked me to unzip her dress, which dropped to the floor at her feet.

“How do you like my lingerie, Greg? I got it for you, you know...” she said, fluttering her eyelashes and plucking at the panty strings. Strings? I think it was a thong. I couldn't actually tell what color it was because it was pretty much transparent. She spun around and all I could see was her naked ass cheeks. My vision began to close in...

“But, hey, maybe I can wear this at the stand. Do you think it would pass?” She sat her slim self right on my chest and lifted one knee straight up, spreading open her legs about a foot from my face. “Can you see anything?” She pulled the fabric tight over her mound and the sheer fabric got instantly wet, a dark smear spreading from her slit. She looked down, then up at me. “Can you?” Her pink pussy lips were crushed flat and leaking.

I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

“Juliett, this looks like a lot of fun. A lot. And you are very beautiful and desirable – believe me! But I’m too old for you.”

“You're older but you're a lot of fun! I like hanging with you. I get it, Greg. But here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to go to the bed and do myself because right now I'll go crazy if I don't. You coming?”

She got up and padded over to the big bed. I think I floated over because I don't remember walking. She leaned back on the pillows and slipped off her thong. Holding her legs straight up, she spread her slit. Her mound was flushed and her inner lips were shining wet. She paused there and rubbed her folds a little, taking deep breaths and just radiating sex.

“Greg, I want you here next to me because that way I can dream this is you...” and then her slippery wet fingers slid inside and started to reach deeply with some rhythm. Her pussy was radiating warmth, just a touch of caramel at the fluted edges and shining hot pink inside. The soft, wet sounds as she whipped her clitoris and the hazy aromas of her sex had me straining underneath my boxers.

“Greg, I'm naked, you have to let me see you, it isn't fair.”

She was plucking at my undies with her fingertips. Oh man... I slid my undies down and sprang out, sweaty and stiff.

She grinned. “Wow, I had no idea. That is beautiful! Look, Greg, I'm jerking off and so should you...”

“Don't remember how, Juliett. It's been so long...”

“Oh, that’s such bullshit, Greg! I bet you jerk off over me all the time…” I blushed, not denying it. “Okay, pay attention…”

She reached out and wrapped her slim fingers tight around the base of my cock, giving it a good squeeze. Then very, very slowly, she ran her hand up and then down my straining shaft. I just about came right then and there! My boner was thick and the head was straining and swelling. I started to stroke and it felt like heaven. Juliett slid her slim thighs over mine so her sex was facing me so close, her eyes glued to my cock.

“Oh, baby, I can almost feel it inside me!” she whispered, leaning back on one arm and finger fucking herself right in front of me, her crotch shining with her juice. Her eyes closed and she just rocked on her fingers, wet slapping as she drove them deep inside.

That was really too much to take and I stroked my boner hard, imagining pounding her delicious pussy and getting her off. I searched inside for some restraint but I couldn't possibly hold back anymore and I dissolved into orgasm, sending several strings and droplets of semen over Juliett’s small tits and tummy. She gasped and held her breath, flexing into herself and then shuddering, wailing and gasping her climax right on top of me. She writhed and stretched and then noticed the pearly drops on her tits, smearing them idly.

“Mmmmm. that was nice! Really nice...” She stretched like a cat right up to me and licked her lips, big satisfied grin on her face. “Greg, I think I deserve a kiss now...” and she did a little slinky shimmy and squashed her semen-slick belly and tits all over me from my waist to my neck. Her breath was hot as her lips pressed onto mine, tongue finding mine and slowly caressing, drawing me out, then sucking on it slowly. We were fucking each other’s lips; and my tongue was not the only part of me getting stiff. Dimly, I became aware of something warm and wet grinding along my shaft.

“If we can't fuck then here's what we’re going to do," she said. She turned around, positioning her bottom right over my face in all her flushed, aroused, sweaty glory. Then with a gleeful grin she slid two fingers into her shining, puffy pussy. Her buns flexed with each stroke and her asshole tightened and relaxed, a cute swollen ring of luscious flesh. That was my toughest test of willpower, trying to keep from burying my face. Taking Juliett's lead, I began to self-pleasure, easily imagining her lips around my member.

“I need more,” she gasped, and slid two more fingers into her wet folds, pounding all four fingers into her sopping pussy from behind and holding herself up with a hand on my abs. Shivering, she moaned, “I'm almost there...”

“Oh yeah, me too,” I whispered. With that, her hips bucked and she twisted and flexed, groaning her orgasm and collapsing on top of me. I could feel her warm breath down there. I tensed my legs and got intense and then let go my load, not caring where and light-headed with climax, but feeling very sticky...

Juliett flipped back around to look at me with her laughing eyes. “Greg, that was so great! I got some in my mouth! You taste so good!”

We kissed long into the night.

Three days later, I was idling at the stand sipping a double cappuccino, just staring lovingly at her bedroom eyes.

“Hey, there's a new band playing at the Double Door. Want to go?”

“Sure, Greg! I'd love to... but straight to the hotel afterwards. And this time, I’m calling the shots...”

 

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Carrie's first time

Erotic fiction inspired by Carrie in "Enera"

I was out for a run through the neighborhood when I was followed then reeled in by a hot girl. She introduced herself and asked to join me. I'd seen Carrie around. We ran easily; she matched my pace pretty well. I'm new to running again after a few years out and I'm still getting my rhythm, but my knees are holding up, and it's starting to feel good. A student at the college, Carrie was slim and limber with all the comfortable ease and quiet power of the youthful and fit. In the sections where she took the lead it was easy to see she had a nice booty; very pleasant to follow. She stopped when we were almost back at my place.

"Hey, Greg, I go this way here."

"Ok, Carrie, nice running with you."

Yeah! I enjoyed it," she smiled. We were breathing hard and staying warm, keeping in motion while we talked. "So, Greg, can I ask you for something? I do some modeling and I'm checking out a new photographer. Would you come with me and be my back up?"

I was free, so I was happy to accompany her to this guy's studio. He seemed nice enough. The studio was in a big converted room with a sitting area, changing area and shooting stage. I took a seat out front and Carrie went to change. I kept the door cracked and I chilled, reading the news on my phone. About an hour and a half later the door opened and Carrie poked her head out.

"Greg, thanks for waiting so long!" Big smile for me. "I'll be done in a minute and we can go." She turned to go and as the door shut she flashed me a dazzling smile. Surprise surprise, Carrie had nothing on behind that pile of clothes she was holding. I would remember that sight for a while...

Later, Carrie suggested we head for a bar so she could wait for her friends. They came in pretty quickly after us, a nice bunch of students. I wasn't exactly part of their age group but they were an intelligent lot and we had a good time. Carrie seemed very appreciative of the small role I’d played earlier and started leaning on me nicely. Her friends gradually drifted away and Carrie and I had another round. She blushed when I told her she looked nice with no pants on.

"Oh, I look real good. You have no idea!"

"Well, I can guess... I'm guessing right now…"

"We’d better go, Greg."

I changed the subject, but when we got to her place she invited me in. She poured us a drink, and a moment she was sitting in my lap. She'd flicked off the light and was staring at me close, her big dark eyes shining in the ambient light from the street, then only darkness as her lips met mine. Warm and soft, caramel tang of rum, tongues wet as we slid around each other. I broke the clinch.

"Woah, Carrie, it’s getting late. I need to go home, girl. That ok?"

She looked at me, dark eyes brooding. "No it isn't. Because you’ve been drinking, right? Can't drive. I made sure of it!" she grinned. "So now let's go to bed!"

"Carrie, I can sleep out here..." I waved my hand at the sofa. Wasn't she like, a LOT younger than me? Twenties or something?

"Greg. I can see you want to protect my honor or reputation or something, whatever! That's cool; share my bed and I promise I won't attack you... tonight. Okay?"

Her bed was big and comfy and smelled of her perfume, which I loved, sheets washed so many times they were like felt. We snuggled and shared deep kisses; her back felt so good under her T-shirt, nothing between my hands and her skin, smooth and curvy with slim muscles, warm. And that’s the last I remember of that night.

The next morning I heard dishes clinking in the kitchen and my eyes cracked open to bright sunlight through open curtains. Carrie brought me in a fine cappuccino, explaining that she’d worked as a barista; I rubbed my eyes as I realized she had no pants on! She flopped on the bed right next to me. I looked down there just to make sure. Yup, no panties; her plump mound was pink and hairless with just a slim slit. I looked up and Carrie gave me a sly grin. I cleared my throat.

"Ok, girl. I gave you a chance to get rid of me, right?" She smiled. "Well, now I want to fuck you in your cute little ass. That sound ok? Right after I’ve finished this cappuccino… it’s too good to waste.”

She flushed a little. "Greg, I've never done anal before! No... wait. A guy did lick my ass before, and fingered it too."

"Did you like it?"

Carrie smiled her mischievous grin. "Want to see what I was modeling yesterday?"

She stripped her T-shirt off and leaned back on the pillows, reaching down to cup her breasts, rolling and pinching her caramel brown nipples. Right away they got swollen. Between her legs the outer lips were fat, pink and puffy, just showing a slim cleft in the middle, but all the flirty talk was making Carrie leak and she was glistening prettily. Her eye-popping anus stretched wide and shining with her juice leaking down; feet drawn up and knees spread wide.

Watching me with heavy lidded eyes, she slipped a hand between her thighs and found her pussy. Wetting her fingers, she pinched and rolled her clit between the fat outer lips. She was clean-shaven, and the scent of her wet sex was dizzying. Three fingertips were rotating around her hood and her eyes closed while her full lips opened. The other hand slid between her cheeks and she slipped her middle finger deep inside, then withdrew it, shining with sex, and pushed it into her asshole.

With her knee folded back I kissed and nipped all around her pussy while her fingers squelched noisily on her clit. Unshaven, my cheeks roughed up the soft skin inside her thighs and I focused on bringing out that slit with my tongue. Carrie tasted so good and her juices were copious. I kept dipping my tongue deep inside to roll salty sweetness around her swelling clitoris.

By now Carrie was deep into arousal, breathing hard, sweaty and flushed. Her thighs pressed together as she grasped my hair to pull me hard against her. The finger in her bottom was going to town, but I wanted some of that. I lubed two fingers in her pussy and then worked them into her ass along with her own slim finger. Inside the tight ring of her asshole she felt hot and so soft. Good thing her anus was youthful and stretchy because together we worked her bottom hard, going knuckle deep over and over until her jiggling and shivering grew into shudders, clamping my face into her crotch and our fingers in her ass while she gasped and sucked in air and her orgasm rippled through her body.

After we caught our breath, I said, "That was what you modeled yesterday?"

Carrie cracked up. "No, I guess I got carried away..."

We rolled into a sixty-nine. Carrie dug me out of my undies and stroked me with one hand, her beautiful lips wrapped around the tip, my shaft getting harder by the second. She was flicking her tongue around the sensitive glans, dragging her teeth along it and I was getting fired up, hips moving and fucking her mouth, my tongue in her pussy of course, couldn't keep away from that sloppy mess.

"Carrie, if you keep that up, I won't last." That just spurred her on. I think my eyes crossed; my climax was soft fireworks, hips thrusting and Carrie latched on, jacking me into her hot mouth. I could feel her sucking and swallowing while I fucked her beautiful lush lips.

I flopped on my back and took a couple breaths just enjoying the moment, but Carrie was having none of it. Naked squirming girl climbed right on top of me, keeping me pointed straight up between her inner thighs, belly to belly and wiggling a little just to get me slotted in tight. Feeling her slippery slit and wet outer lips swallowing me up kept me steely stiff. She sambaed her hips and it felt like a hand was massaging me down there.

Her soft lips latched onto mine, wet and tasting of semen. I reached down and slid inside her pussy. She drew in a breath and worked her way down the shaft, hot and slippery and horny. She started grinding her sticky wet folds all over me; I looked down to see me disappearing into her slit, feeling the slow grind as she drew pleasure out of me. She rubbed me hard against her pleasure center and it wasn't long before she was shaking softly and shivering into an orgasm, face pressed on my chest.

I pulled out and nuzzled up to her back. "You are so ready Carrie, but if you want me to stop just say it, okay?"

She nodded and I cupped her little titty with one hand while the other one drew her knee up to her chest so I could spread on some lube. She smoothed some on my cock while locking those bedroom eyes on mine, and that felt so good I almost lost it then and there.

"Carrie, if you want to do this, better put me in quick, girl."

She smiled impishly as she lined me up. "Okay, you're right there, Greg. Just push..."

I applied some pressure. Carrie closed her eyes and exhaled, focusing inward to relax her anus, and I could feel it dilating, spreading around my glans and onto my shaft. I felt the tight ring of her sphincter crawling up my stiff, greasy cock. We moved slowly. It was so intense. I withdrew a little and began to fuck her steadily. She pressed her hand back on my hip to control the pace.

"Easy! Oh god I love this!"

I slid my fingers between her thighs and ran them inside her wet lips, feeling her hot wetness, rolling her swollen clit between my fingertips. "Carrie, you have to come with me in your ass, okay? That way you'll always love it."

"Oh, no problem there Greg, just keep that big thing going into me. Oh!" We had a bit of a pace going and Carrie was pushing her plump cheeks back to really feel me, soft slapping them on my belly. I rolled her onto her stomach and spread her legs wider, so I could thrust harder and deeper. She got on her knees so she could push back against me. I felt her tighten up even more around me as she let out a wail and convulsed a little, racked with her climax. I let it go as well and felt the glow of orgasm sweep through me, ejecting into her ass, letting her get sticky and liquid around me and pressing hard to leave it all inside.

We remained together while we nuzzled and spooned. I stayed inside as long as I could, then admired the semen smeared over her cheeks and leaking from her asshole.

"So... ya like that?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm hooked! I hope you're ready for more, Greg..."

 

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Taking control

Erotic fiction inspired by Veselin in “Tilane

I’m quite a shy girl in reality, but in my fantasies I am a powerful, sexually assertive woman who just grabs whatever she wants. Lately I have been fantasizing a lot about making a move on my neighbor’s pool guy; he’s the kind of man I would never have the confidence to approach in real life, but here’s what happens in my mind while I touch myself…

I was lying out in the backyard in my skimpy bikini, topping up my tan, when I became aware of Brad’s eyes on me. He didn’t know I was watching him too, my gaze hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. But I was feeling horny, so I decided to have a little fun. I invited him over for a cold beer when he finished what he was doing; when I saw the way his eyes raked hungrily over my near-naked body, taking in the vivid tan lines just peeking around the edge of my bikini top, I knew I could make him my new plaything.

As I handed him a beer I said, “Can I ask you something… I want you to be honest with me. Do you find me attractive?”

“Of course,” he replied.

“So… would you like to get naked with me?” I continued.

His smile widened and he replied, “Absolutely.”

“One thing, though,” I said, “You have to let me be in charge. I guarantee if you let me be in the driving seat from start to finish, you’ll enjoy it.”

“Whatever you say,” he replied, his cock visibly hardening in his shorts.

We went inside and I told him to get undressed and lie on the bed. He was rock hard. I took off my bikini and looked at myself in the mirror. The white flesh it uncovered glowed in contrast to my deep tan, like a spotlight on my breasts, my pussy and my ass. The effect was hot.

I knelt astride Brad’s face, hovering my shaved pussy over him, letting him drink in the delicious sight. When he was straining upwards to touch me, I slowly lowered myself onto his face, grinding against his mouth. Immediately, his tongue lapped the length of my slit, lingering on my clit, then sliding back down again, over and over. It felt amazing and I pressed down harder, greedy for the pressure on my clit. He prized open my inner lips with his tongue, and squirmed it deep inside my wet hole. As he licked avidly I ran my hands over my breasts, squeezing my nipples and rocking my hips to ride the intense sensations.

My hot pussy walls tightened around Brad’s tongue as it caressed my slick pink folds, and it wasn’t long before I felt my muscles start to twitch as orgasmic feelings rose within me. I licked my fingers and started to rub my clit in time with Brad’s tongue thrusts, moving in wide, slow circles at first, then faster and harder. I bit my lip as a warm, intense tingling sensation built up inside me. My pussy muscles clamped on his tongue as my hand moved faster, strumming my clit furiously. I moaned loudly as I started to climax, bucking on Brad’s face, smothering him with my pussy so he could hardly breathe. My body shuddered and my juices flooded all over his mouth and chin.

It was a rush of pleasure for sure, but I still craved more. I leaned forward to grab Brad’s cock, which was so engorged, shiny and purple. I spat on my hand, wrapped it around the base of his shaft, and slid my fist up and down a couple of times. Brad thrust his pelvis up, chasing the sensation.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge,” I reminded him. I could see the concentration on his face as he struggled to keep his hips still. Still gripping his cock, I straddled him so my sodden pussy lips were just nuzzling against the head. I rocked over it, stroking it along the slick groove, making him groan. I sunk down a little lower until the head of his cock was just inside my honeypot, my delicate flesh wrapped around his head, making him quiver with delight. Then I suddenly let go of his cock and thrust down until he was in me balls-deep.

We were both moaning with arousal as I started to ride him hard, building the pace until my thighs were burning. My perky little breasts bounced, my ass slapping against his groin as I impaled myself on his boner over and over again. My second climax was on the rise, and I focused on gripping his cock tighter with my pussy muscles. At the very instant that I tipped over the edge and headlong into orgasm, Brad let out an almighty howl. I felt his hot load squirt inside me, my pussy spasming around his cock as I was engulfed by a wave of bliss.

When I play this fantasy out in my head, I always orgasm as I imagine Brad snapping his hips up to pump his hot cum into me as I ride him. I wonder how he’d feel if he knew I had these dirty thoughts about him?

 

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Your Favorite Sweater

Erotic fiction inspired by Amelie B in “Castrie

I am lying on the couch, watching you scurry back and forth gathering your things that are scattered around the room. With only a few minutes to spare before you have to leave to catch your flight, I take your favorite black sweater. I put it on, knowing you are looking for it. You don't even notice because you are trying your best not to look at me. If you do, you know you won't leave.

I love making you lose your mind. I can tell that since you've had a taste of me, you have developed an addiction to my touch. Usually, I would help you dress and kiss you goodbye. This morning, I don't think I will be so helpful. I don't want to wait until you return to have you again.

I clear my throat, making you look my way. I am sprawled out on the couch while you are on your hands and knees looking for your sweater under the pile of clothes on the floor.

“Forgetting something?” I smile, smoothing the fabric around my naked body.

You crawl towards me. “Give me that,” you say sternly.

“Come and get it,” I reply, deliberately spreading my legs in front of you. You hover over me and slowly press my thighs together, trying not to look at my pussy.

“That's not what I meant,” you whisper.

“If you want something, what do you say?” I whisper back, grazing my lips against yours.

“Can I... May I have my sweater, please?” you ask politely.

I shake my head and wrap it tighter around my body, the scent of you now engulfing me. You straddle my lap and pin me down. You wrap your hands around my wrists and hold them above my head.

“Are you trying to make me miss my plane?” you ask.

“Maybe...” I reply playfully.

You look in my eyes, melting to my gaze. You lean in closer and kiss me softly. My eyes close for a moment; then suddenly, you are tying the sleeves together. I am trapped in your sweater, no longer able to touch you. You turn me over and twist the cloth tighter, your other hand grabbing my ass. You spank me.

“You haven’t had enough of me yet?” you murmur seductively.

“I can never have enough of you,” I moan as you run your hands up my body.

You reach my nape and grab my hair. My thighs instantly moisten. You make me bend over the couch and pull the sweater up. I feel your lips kissing down my back, your tongue sliding down the cleft of my ass. You spread my cheeks apart and slowly slide your tongue from my ass to my clit.

I grip the back of the couch as my whole body heats up under your sweater. I’m longing to touch you. Your tongue dips inside my cunt, then flicks back down to my clit. I press my face in the cushions and bite down on the seams as you suction your lips around my pussy from behind, your tongue circling my sweet spot. I press my body back and rock my hips, fucking your mouth. You whirl your tongue faster. I start shaking and moaning loudly as I come on your lips.

You finally turn me over and untie the knot, letting me out of your sweater. I unwrap myself and grab your face to kiss your luscious lips. I can taste my wetness in your mouth and I suck it off your tongue. That quaint little move always makes you weak, and I know it. I feel you whimper into my mouth as you get lost in my embrace.

I push you back on the couch and wrap your legs around my waist. I can feel your soaked thighs press on my pussy. I grind on you slowly, then ease my hand between us to play with your pussy. I circle my fingers over your clit while sucking your tongue. You hold me tighter, thrusting up and down against my hand. I wait until you are so close to climax, your entire body is shaking. Then, I lay you back and finish you off with my mouth. I can taste your wetness as you come on my lips with your fevered thighs pressing on my cheeks. I suck your flesh softly until every last pulse of your clit subsides. You pull me up to kiss me, our drenched bodies sliding together.

As much as I want you to stay, I let you go and finally give you back your sweater. It’s now infused with the scent of me, the scent of us. I know you’ll be thinking of me throughout the journey. I kiss you goodbye and let you out of the door, smiling as I watch you stumble down the hallway. I’m sure it will take a few moments for you to realize I never gave you back your panties. 

“Until next time…” I sigh under my breath.

 

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Getting to know my hot neighbor

Erotic fiction inspired by Alysha A and Astrud A in "Sustancia"

I’ve got a hot new neighbor. Couldn’t resist introducing myself. “Hi, I live next door. My name is Greg. Just being neighborly,” I said.

“Hi, I am Annika,” was all she replied. Sexy Russian accent. Time passed and I hardly ever saw her. It seemed like she worked all the time. Anyway, I knew I had no chance.

Months later, I’m down at my new favorite bikini espresso stand at noon, coincidentally just when Ms Randi comes on shift. Randi is my current crush and she is fantastic. Tall, with a ready smile, glowing eyes and a nice tan. Long, shining, dark hair and a lissom body.

But she’s not ready to begin so I am served by Ms Amanda, a gorgeous blonde creature with smoky eyes, a tiny tiger stripe bikini, stockings, and small, creamy boobs ready to spill out, the left one with a pink arc of an areolae making a break for it.

Whew! Sexy smile as she offers my beagle a doggie bone but with a touch of whipped cream on. Smiling right at me, laying it on thick. She really takes her time whipping up my cappuccino. Tiny voice with a hot accent: what size? Extra shot? Full with steam milk? Want any sugar? Doe eyes looking right over her shoulder, swaying her pale, cool buns the whole time. My mind went blank.

Then Randi was leaning out and petting my dog, talking to me, and yelling, “Annika, ok, you’re off!” Suddenly I could see right through the make up; Ms Amanda was my neighbor, Annika! She was grinning.

“So this is where you work…” I said.

“Yes! Say Greg, you could really help me out by giving me a ride. My car is in the repair shop. Going home?”

“Sure, Amanda – uh – Annika.”

She took a couple of minutes to get changed, then hopped in my car in jeans and a blouse, as if we knew each other well. Weird. We chatted a little on the way home and I watched her hips sway as she walked inside. Wow, I’d remember that view...

The next night Annika knocked on my door. She’d brought me some borscht to say thank you. It was unexpected, but so sweet of her. The night after that, when I knocked on her door to return the empty dish, she invited me in. I was surprised, but of course I accepted.

We were sitting on the sofa together when she moved closer and kissed me. Again, very unexpected; and again, a very pleasant surprise! No more thinking. She was just so adorable in my arms, sweet and warm, with my hand on her small, but nice, breast.

I didn’t think I could get any more surprised; but then the living room door opened and in walked Randi, wearing just a long T-shirt. She grinned when she saw me.

“Hey, anyone hungry?” she asked.

“Why don’t you let me cook?” I suggested. “I am a chef, after all.”

They both loved that idea. I found eggs, cheese and tomatoes in the kitchen so I grabbed some Serrano chiles and tortillas from my apartment, and made Mexican eggs. 

We sat at the small table with me in the middle, a warm leg pressed against me on either side. We were talking about sports, and just as a joke I asked the girls if they’d ever tried Indian leg wrestling. They’d never heard of it, so I offered to show them: “Ok, we lie on the floor on our backs. Heads to feet, opposite. Right hands clenched and hips together. We count to three, raise legs three times and go at it. The object is to pull the other over, with only one leg.”

Randi thought it was hilarious and was eager to try, so we got in position on the floor, hands clenched and ready to start. Annika counted down and we locked legs. I was bigger, but man she was strong! We were rocking side to side, trying to get an advantage. Something felt funny, so I looked down; Randi still had no pants on! I lost concentration for a moment and with a huge yank I went over, legs tangled. The girls were both cheering and bouncing.

“Hey I was distracted, I want a rematch!”

“Fair is fair, big boy. Accept your defeat like a man.”

I grabbed Randi’s ankle and she staggered, landing right in my arms. I rolled on top, my lips to her lips, her eyes closed and lips melting. My hand was under her shirt, thumb and finger pinching her nipple. She gasped, then whipped off her shirt, my hands all over her breasts and stiff nipples. My left hand went lower... and Annika was already there between her thighs, hands under Randi’s ass, licking between her legs and looking up at me, eyes half closed.

I whispered to Randi, “Just tell me when you are ready…”

“Ooh, give me a minute…”

Licking sounds now… My tongue entwined with hers, her eyelids fluttering. No talking. Her hand was on me.

“Greg, ok, I need you now.”

She guided me inside, kissing and groping Annika as I thrust in. I just thought about Randi now, bringing her to the edge and keeping her there. She was so hot and tight it was difficult to keep cool, grinding up into her bush to contact her clitoris. She began to arch her back and lift me and I went in deeper, then she gasped and pulled me in tightly, shivering and sweaty, eyes closed.

I said I was ready and Annika took me into her mouth, both hands moving on me. I started cumming and she licked and sucked and swallowed.

Annika smiled and placed her luscious wet lips on mine; our tongues were slippery, sliding around. Annika was on top so she reached down and slipped me inside her easily, I was still so hard. Her moist folds felt so good, riding up and down on me. I breathed in aromas of girl and semen. Randi was right next to me licking her fingers and then nibbling my earlobe while sliding two fingers into my butt! Reaching up, and then a warm bloom of pleasure grew inside me and I came again into Annika.

Randi asked, “How was that, big boy?”

I raised up on my elbow. They were both naked and breathing hard, faces shining, looking at me.

“You girls are very friendly... such good neighbors.”

 

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Sex with Jackie: a friend with unexpected benefits

Erotic fiction inspired by Nikia A in “Panara

During an off week from school I was in New Haven, apartment sitting for my friends who were on their honeymoon. A bunch of us went out for some of that famous New Haven ‘apizza’ and many beers one night. We had a great time. The girls were all gorgeous but I was particularly attracted to Jackie, who was very pretty, cool, quiet and well put together with a slim figure. We had been friends for a while though, so I was just enjoying the company.

I wasn't too clear about how the evening ended but I woke up late the next morning and immediately hit the shower. After a few minutes under the hot spray I was just starting to perk up and feel human when Jackie opened the shower door and stepped in.

"Okay if I join you?"

Wow! I’d had no idea that anyone else was even in the apartment. Jackie reached up and shut my mouth, which was hanging open, and then wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss.

A couple minutes later when we came up for air, Jackie said, "I was fluttering my eyelashes at you all night. Didn't you notice me?"

"Oh I noticed you all right, Jackie. No one could miss you!" Not bad for a tongue-tied, very horny guy. Man, her body felt so good in that warm, steamy shower, and I got a little shower gel and worked it all over her skin. She had a great tan but her milky white breasts were so soft, each just barely a handful, and her nipples were now stiff and dark. I bent down and rolled my tongue around one and sucked it into my mouth. She loved it and offered me her other nip, and I gave them all my attention.

I’d always thought of Jackie as a gorgeous but unavailable friend that I had no chance with, so it was kind of crazy and free to make love with her and I had no reason to hold back. If she was up for this, then so was I!

I shut the spray off and Jackie pulled me out of the stall. I wrapped one big towel around us as we moved to the bedroom. I tossed her on the bed and she opened her still-wet legs for me; I love to lick pussy and Jackie's was luscious. A light brown fuzz of pubes revealed her thick, pink lips, still moist, steaming from the shower. I licked her hard from bottom to top; she tasted great, warm and interesting. I put my tongue deep inside her and curled the tip up into the folds inside. Then I circled her clitoris and started flicking it rapidly.

Jackie was moaning and writhing, loving it. Her fingers were in my hair and her hips were thrusting up to my mouth. I stopped thinking and just gave her everything I had. Her body grew taut, her lean muscles standing out while she built to her climax and then shuddering as her tension broke and she gasped for air.

"Oh, Greg I have to feel you inside me!" She pulled me up to her lips, kissing my mouth still wet with her cream. I ran my hungry hands over her body and she crossed her legs behind my back. I was stiff as a prong and it was easy to enter her slippery pink folds. Feeling my dick moving inside her sent waves of pleasure through me. I fucked her long and slow, wanting it to last. But gradually we got intense and my balls were slapping her ass and my shaft felt hot and swollen, aching for release.

Jackie was grinding on me, both hands on my shoulders gripping me tight. She bit my neck and shivered as an orgasm burned through her, flushed and sweating now. I let it go then, no need to hold back, thrusting in very hard as I felt her pussy wet with my semen.

We flopped on our backs and caught our breath.

"Jackie that was awesome!" I gasped.

"You got that right..." she smiled. I was still feeling magnificent and ambitious. I ran my fingers over her pussy and her legs fell open easily. Her slit was greasy with semen and she looked incredible, her pubes matted and sticky and her lips shining, flushed and swollen. I couldn't resist and dove in again, tongue lapping her dripping pussy.

"Greg, ah! Don't stop. That's amazing!" Jackie's pussy scent was incredible, full of girl and shower soap and sex, I was hard again in a minute. She slid underneath me and I got up on my knees, she took my joint in her slim fingers and started jacking me off, then licked me and took my glans in her mouth. I stopped lapping for a minute; the warm sensation was incredible.

Licking Jackie's pussy from a sixty-nine position allowed me to focus more on her clit and I worked that swollen little nubbin hard, mashing it and flicking it while Jackie took me between her warm wet lips, jacking me while sliding me a little farther inside.

"I'm going to come Jackie, do you want me in your mouth?"

"Greg wait… uh, can you fuck me again? I want you inside me again." It wasn't possible to resist; she turned onto her front and soon I was sliding my shaft between her cool little butt cheeks into her hot folds, mashing our lips together over her shoulder and squeezing her tit while stroking deep into her hot, wet pussy. Her eyes closed and she moaned when I pushed it into her. I kept trying to make it last but Jackie was such a hot little number she had to have that orgasm as fast and hard as she could. We made squishy wet sounds blending with our panting breath until she arched her back, head down, and gasped through another climax, and I launched anything left inside of me into her wetness.

Jackie had to run to work then. I met her after work and we had dinner and another roll in the hay that night. I had to go back to school the next day. Life moved on and although we stayed long-distance friends, we never hooked up again. I had no regrets though, and she told me neither did she. It was a blast!

 

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The Naughty Librarian

Erotic fiction inspired by “Bonete” featuring Ardelia A

I just moved to a new city and decided to take the day to explore the unfamiliar streets. After grabbing a bite to eat, I found a botanical gardens museum attached to a library. I am fascinated by plants and flowers, and I’m also a bookworm. It was a perfect place for me to end my afternoon. The entire building was a large greenhouse. The air was thick and moist. The smell was so soothing. I marveled at the sight of the tall trees and gorgeous flowers on display. I came across some more exotic ones and read about them a while, then looked around to see more areas I could explore.

In the distance, I saw a familiar face. I couldn't believe my eyes! It was the very first girl I hooked up with, right before I finished high school. I hadn't seen her in over ten years. She was even more beautiful now than I remembered, a more mature version of herself. I saw she had taken to wearing glasses with thin silver frames instead of contacts. She still had the same lustrous brown curls and piercing blue eyes, but had developed into a radiant woman as close to perfection as they come. She was holding boxes of orchids in her arms and was taking them across the hall. She smiled at me. I smiled back. I felt that she recognized me, too. Our glances lingered, then suddenly it was as if the memory of us came flowing back into my mind. We were going opposite directions, but I turned around to go her way.

"Hey stranger!" I smiled. "How've you been?"

"I thought that was you," she smiled back. "I’m well, thanks. Just taking these plants to the library. Come walk with me?"

"Yes, of course!" I replied. "Those look heavy. Let me take one."

She handed me the box of white orchids and kept the other. I followed her to the library, talking and laughing the entire time. I learned that she had been working as a curator. Once we got inside, it was dead quiet. A lecture about orchids was about to start. I looked down at the plants in fascination. The aroma was so sweet and the petals looked so peculiar but beautiful. She and I sat side by side to listen to the lecture. I learned that all orchids were specifically shaped to lure birds, bees, and even butterflies for pollination. The speaker also explained that orchids were highly sexual plants. They were all shaped in the form of female genitalia and had different techniques to attract mating insects and birds with their scent, shape, and color. 

"So these orchids are a lot like us in a way?" I whispered, leaning close to her ear.

She nodded and smiled back, placing a finger to her pursed lips, letting me know not to talk during the speech. I was so intrigued by all the facts about orchids. I looked over at her and noticed she was still looking back at me. I thought it was because she was amused by my fascination. But as I looked at her again, I felt something much deeper in her gaze. We couldn't speak at the moment, but she was definitely sending me signals. Those old familiar feelings between us were sparking out of nowhere, as if no time had passed. 

Then, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a bookmark. I knew exactly what that meant. That used to be our signal to each other in class for one of us to go to the bathroom and wait for the other. We would make out in the stall until the bell rang.

I followed her as soon as she got up. She took my hand and led me to the very back of the library. It was a more private section with a lounge chair, a coffee table, a small lamp, and rows of books on the wall. We tiptoed inside and she locked the door behind us. 

"We are going to have to be quiet, okay?" she warned me.

I nodded, licking my lips in anticipation. The idea of having sex with her at her workplace excited me. I couldn't wait to find out if she had changed at all.

She immediately pinned me up against the wall and pressed her lips to mine. She took my face in her hands and kissed me softly. Her lips were still just as luscious as I remembered. Her touch, however, had evolved into something more deliberate and passionate. My nipples hardened instantly as she grazed her nails over my neck and whirled her tongue in my mouth. She tucked her hands under my sweater and squeezed my breasts firmly through my bra, then unclasped it. She ducked her head underneath my sweater and licked between my breasts. She licked my nipples so softly at first, then grazed her teeth over them. That almost made me come.

Something sparked in me. I had a burning desire to show her a few things I still remembered, and a few new tricks I'd learned. I pushed her closer to the bookshelves and raised her arms above her head. I kissed her again, letting my tongue explore hers. I unbuttoned her blouse, and reached into her pocket to grab her bookmark. I lifted her bra up to reveal her perky breasts and gave each nipple a few teasing flicks with the tip of my tongue. I edged the bookmark between her breasts, teasing her skin with the corner and the cloth ribbon. I knew she would be turned on by the gentle scratching. I moved it lower down her stomach, making her muscles flutter. I kissed her again and spread her legs with my knees. I unbuttoned her pants and slowly pulled then down around her ankles.

I pressed her pussy and spanked her mound softly with the flat side of the bookmark. Then, I slid it back and forth. She wanted to grab me but I kept her arms pinned to the shelf with my other hand. I licked her lips and kissed her again, her body shaking with pleasure as I continued to tease her. The look on her face magnified my arousal. After all this time, she still made the same expressions when she was about to burst.

She started moaning loudly, until I pressed my hand over her mouth. She bit down on my fingers as I continued to slide the bookmark even slower, back and forth over her clit. Her thighs were shaking. I knew she was close.

I tossed the bookmark aside and got to my knees. Her pussy was so wet already. I could taste the slick cream from her slit as soon as I pressed my tongue between her lips. She wrapped my hair around her hands like a ponytail as I licked and sucked her clit. She thrust her hips up and down my face, knocking down a few books beside us. I sneaked my fingers inside her and sucked her clit nice and slow until she came violently on my mouth. I could feel her pussy twitching around my fingers as she let every last tremor go. Only allowing herself to let out quiet little whimpers with her explosive orgasm must have been torture!

She pulled me up and kissed me deeply, grabbing my hair even harder. She definitely remembered how much it turned me on to have my hair pulled. By now, my pussy juices were flowing right through my panties and leaking down my thighs just from eating her and feeling her come all over my fingers.

She led me to the coffee table, knocked the magazines to the floor, and made me lie down. She pulled my pants and underwear off, then licked up my thighs and kissed my pussy teasingly. She pulled my hands close and made me spread my own lips open so she could fuck me with her tongue. Her mouth felt incredible! The way she suctioned her lips around my clit and eased her tongue in and out of my cunt drove me absolutely insane. I was so ready to come. I couldn't keep my hips still.

She wrapped her arm under my thighs and gripped my sweater, moving me back and forth so her tongue would drive deeper inside me. Her lips nudged my clit each time she pulled me closer. I spread my pussy lips wider and arched my back until I exploded from the inside out. The fact that I couldn't scream made my orgasm twice as intense. I felt my face flush with an instant rush of blood as I breathed erratically.

She kissed me again. I pushed her onto the lounge chair. She looked so sexy with her blouse open, pussy exposed, and shining with her juice. I kissed her pussy again, then licked all the way up her body to her mouth. I straddled her on the chair and pressed my body close, our pussies rubbing together. I gripped the side of the chair as she held on tight to my ass. She slid me up and down until we both came again. This time, we locked our lips in a kiss to hold in the noise. Feeling her pussy throbbing on mine was exhilarating!

It was so hard to stop kissing her, but she had to get back to work. After we were done, the room was even hotter than the greenhouse. It took us a moment to recover. She waited for me to get dressed and I helped her pick up the things we’d knocked over. Then, she wrote her number down on the bookmark I’d just used on her, embedded with her sweet scent. I continued my tour of the gardens, already thinking of different ways to get her off the next time we met.

 

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Humor in beauty: the playful, sexy woman of my dreams

Erotic fiction inspired by “Jesora” starring Lorena B

Every Friday, I saw her walk by my landscaping crew in the college gardens. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I don't know how many times I almost cut myself, losing concentration while gazing to catch her smile. That killer smile would light up your world in an instant and make you forget who you were.

Who was I, indeed? Just a gardener, an anonymous face outside this exalted temple of learning. I worked here part time to pay for my studies at a local art school; while the fact that she taught here suggested she’d had quite a privileged education. I couldn't stand it sometimes when she walked by. I'd have her image imprinted in my head for hours. I'd remember every detail, from the color and texture of her blouse to what kind of shoes she wore. I especially loved the fact that she wore glasses. Something about them drove me absolutely wild. It was like a curtain trying to hide her inner thoughts.

I’d wipe the sweat from my brow and think to myself, ‘You could never get a woman like that to talk to you, let alone date you.’ The best thing I could do was remain in the shadows and keep my dreams to myself… until the day came when fate would hand me my one chance to be noticed.

That afternoon, she was in a hurry to leave the college and dropped her book on the grass as she rushed by. I ran over to fetch it, and saw a few interesting sketches inside as the pages flew open. She was an art teacher. I loved that! I hurried after her and caught her just as she reached her car.

“Excuse me, miss?” I smiled while handing her the book. “You dropped this.”

“Thank you, señor!” she replied, adjusting her glasses. “I appreciate it. I have some irreplaceable work in here. You just saved me so much trouble!”

“No problem, I replied.

There was that smile again. She had the sexiest Spanish accent, too. I was staring so hard, not even aware how long the awkward silence had been drawing out. Judging by her face, it was too long.

“Well... umm... thanks again. What's your name?” she asked.

“Raphael,” I replied, bowing slightly, like an idiot.

“I'm Lorena,” she giggled. “It was nice to meet you, Raphael. I have to go now. Thanks again for this.”

I bowed like an idiot again, as she drove off. As soon as her car was out of sight, I did a face palm in sheer embarrassment. ‘I might as well have curtsied,’ I said to myself. ‘I must have looked like such a fool!’

I could barely concentrate on my own studies when I got home that evening. I had a project due for my art class and all I could think about was Lorena. The objective of my project was to find humor in beauty. It was the hardest assignment I’d had so far. Our professor was really making us think outside the box. I had many vague ideas, but no solid rendition.

I took out some charcoal and paper and began to sketch. I closed my eyes and envisioned Lorena's face. My hands knew her every curve. I began to draw her neck, her long lustrous hair, her slender shoulders. I could feel my passion grow once the charcoal tipped to the curves of her breasts and her tiny waist. I imagined her skin on mine, my hands on her hips. I nearly blew my load while I was sketching the outlines of her thighs and her perfect legs. I drew her bare feet and felt cum rise to the tip of my cock. I wanted to feel those feet in my hands, to massage the soles and take her toes between my lips. I smoothed my fingers over the paper to make the shadows over her flesh, dotting in the final touches to her physique. Suddenly, I had to stop for a moment.

I put the charcoal down and stuck my hand in my pants. My cock felt like the wooden handle of a hammer, the head was engorged and leaking. I spat on my hand and stroked my cock slowly from base to tip. I closed my eyes and imagined Lorena was there. Me, between her thighs, inside of her and feeling her pulsing slot surround my shaft. I couldn't hold it for long. I stroked my cock faster, my legs tensing. I gripped the side of the table, until my knuckles went white. I stroked and stroked until I exploded. My cum flew clear past my feet and splattered on the carpet under the table. I leaned back in relief. My chest heaved.

At that moment, I knew I couldn't be in the shadows any longer. I had to tell Lorena how I felt. I glanced at my sketch of her again and smiled. There was something about her that surpassed any other woman. I wanted to impress her. I wanted to be romantic. Maybe the oldest way would be the best way. I pulled out another piece of paper and wrote Lorena a letter. The next time I saw her, I would hand it to her in person. Maybe the only way I could win her heart was with my own.

That next Friday, I saw Lorena again. I took the letter out of my pocket and handed it to her. She smiled sweetly at me. “What's this?” she asked.

“It's a letter,” I said shyly. “From… me.”

I rubbed the back of my neck nervously as she opened it. Her eyes scanned through every word. My heart was beating so fast, I thought it was going to rip through my shirt. Her delicate eyebrows rose upward as she looked at me.

“This is the most beautiful letter I've ever read!” she exclaimed. “I don't know what to say!”

I took her hands in mine and looked deep in her eyes. “Would you go out with me some time?” I asked softly.

“Yes, of course!” she smiled. “I would love to.”

I was so elated! We exchanged numbers and set up our first date for that same weekend. It couldn't have gone more perfectly. It was like she knew all the right words to say. I was even more enamored by her. She was so witty and intelligent. I knew she was out of my league, so I tried my best to be a gentleman. But she seemed to be impressed with me too, my ambitions and my passion for art.

I told her about my project, which I was still stuck on. The deadline was nearing and I was running out of ideas. Lorena was so intrigued, and volunteered to help me.

“The objective is to find humor in beauty,” she declared. “That is a tough one, since most of the time beautiful things make people cry.”

“That's so true,” I agreed. “I can't think of anything that really fits the brief.”

Lorena looked around my room. She found my sketchbook and began flipping through the pages, then found the picture of her. My eyes widened in embarrassment.

“Did you do this?” she asked, showing me the sketch. I was so mortified that I couldn't speak. But instead of being upset, she started to assess it just like she would with her students. She even praised my attention to detail.

“This is excellent!” she exclaimed. “Only thing is... my pussy doesn't look like that.”

I blushed instantly. “Considering it was a guess, it's not bad,” she continued.

She put the sketchbook down and looked at me intently. Her eyes fixed on mine as she unbuttoned her blouse. The sheer blue fabric slid to the floor, my jaw along with it. She was even more gorgeous than I had imagined. She reached under her skirt and slid her panties down. Then she perched on my desk and hiked up her skirt, revealing her perfect pussy with just a slim strip of hair above the clit. My mouth watered at the sight. She spread her legs wide and smoothed her fingers over her slit.

“That is the most beautiful sight I've ever seen!” I confessed.

Lorena smiled and took her glasses off. Instead of putting them aside, she placed them right on top of her pussy. Then, she started playing with the flesh of her labia, making her pussy talk like a funny character. It was hilarious! I fell back laughing. Suddenly, I grabbed a pencil and paper and began to sketch Lorena's pussy with the glasses still resting over her mound. This was it! This was the theme I'd been looking to express for weeks, finding humor in beauty. My cock was throbbing the entire time I was drawing. I could tell Lorena was aroused, too. Wetness began to seep from between her folds.

As soon as I finished the sketch, I moved to her. I kissed up her thighs and slowly etched the outlines of her pussy with my tongue. I kissed each sweet inch of it. The glasses on her mound began to fog as her temperature rose. Her sweet voice told me how my mouth felt in her native tongue. She held my head in place as her hips swiveled over my mouth. I whirled my tongue around her clit until she reached her peak. Feeling her come on my lips was amazing! I savored every drop of her delicious cunt.

She pulled me up to kiss me with one hand, the other reaching into my pants. Her tender hand surrounded my shaft.

“Adentro!” she gasped. “I want you inside me!” She wrapped her legs around my waist and I thrust my cock inside her, biting my bottom lip to keep from yelling how good it felt. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. She leaned her head back and shut her eyes, the pitch of her voice getting higher.

“Más fuerte!” she moaned. I fucked her harder and harder, just as she commanded. It took everything I had not to shoot my load. I wanted to feel her tight walls flutter around my cock. Her legs gripped my waist tighter. Her nails were digging at the flesh on my shoulders. I thrust deeper inside her, as hard as I could, until she screamed in my ear. Her pussy was spasming around my cock as she came. It was so tight and gushing wet. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I pulled my cock out and splattered cum all over her stomach.

The look on Lorena's face was priceless. Her cheeks and chest were flushed. It took a few minutes for her to stop shaking. She was so satisfied. The look in her eyes made me feel so proud! She licked her lips lustfully at me and kissed me deeply. I felt at that moment like all my dreams had come true. I wanted to see her face looking just like this every single day.

I turned in the sketch of Lorena for my project; and I failed. My professor was dumbfounded by the sketch and scolded me for turning in something so lewd. I didn't care. I kept the drawing, got it framed and put it up in my room. So now, every time Lorena comes over, we have a visual reminder of our first time to share.

 

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Who's the Boss?

Erotic fiction inspired by Carolina Sampaio

Carolina had just been hired as the manager of a well-established gentleman's club. She didn't know what to expect in those first few weeks, but worked tirelessly to learn the trade. She was a lot less experienced than the previous manager, but all the dancers seemed to like her. She kept the club running smoothly and never let her professionalism falter, so the girls really warmed to her.

There was only one dancer that gave her a hard time. Her name was Erica. Every time she came to work she would flirt shamelessly with Carolina. The stage was within view of the office, and Carolina couldn't help but watch intently whenever Erica danced. Erica, for her part, had noticed Carolina's watchful gaze and knew how to play on it, acting on stage as if she were really dancing just for Carolina. Her body would be on show for the audience, but her eyes often seemed to stray Carolina’s way.

When Erica sat down with the customers at the table after her performances, she would look up at Carolina and smile playfully. Carolina always smiled back – there was clearly something between them and it was plain for all to see. There were times, though, when Erica would ignore Carolina altogether; times when she would give all her attention to one member of the audience, some good-looking girl or guy. There was a complexity to Erica that Carolina found fascinating. Besides, the girl was drop-dead gorgeous! She was the top dancer at the club and made her presence known. All the other dancers knew that the best thing to do was to stay out of her way if trouble was brewing.

One evening, Carolina was busy organizing the dancers’ schedules for the next week. A steady stream of girls flowed past her office door, dancers on their way to the dressing rooms to prepare for the next shift. Erica was late, as usual. When she came into view, Carolina raised a hand to attract her attention. Erica smiled as she poked her head around the door. Carolina hung up her call and adjusted her glasses, lacing her fingers together like a long-suffering principal faced with a naughty pupil.

“Come in and close the door,” Carolina said firmly. “You're late. Again!”

Erica smiled as she looked Carolina up and down, undressing her with her eyes. She shut the office door behind her and took a seat. “Oh, calm down!” she exclaimed. “Things don't start until I get here. By the way, that's a nice color on you. I like that shade of blue. It really brings out your eyes.”

“Look,” Carolina said, ignoring Erica’s flirtatious compliment. “Everyone has to be here and ready to work when their shift starts. You are no exception.” Outwardly, she was calm and collected, but on the inside, she was both flustered and flattered.

“Relax,” Erica smiled. “It's a strip club. There are no rules here.”

“Yes, there are,” Carolina retorted. “My rules. And if you don't like them, you can go work someplace else!”

“I’m the best dancer here!” Erica laughed. “This club would sink without me.”

“You’re an excellent dancer,” Carolina agreed. “But you have no respect for time. This club, and the world for that matter, does not revolve around you!”

Erica looked challengingly at Carolina. The tension in the room was building. The words they spoke were temporarily masking the tension, but their body language was making it loud and clear what they were really talking about. Carolina began to perspire. Her glasses were fogging in the heat rising from her body. Suddenly, Erica stood up and came around to her boss’s side of the desk. She pulled Carolina close to her, guiding her thighs around her waist. Carolina felt nervous and excited at Erica’s touch. Erica leaned in close and gently teased her fingernails over Carolina's chest.

Erica rested her lips against Carolina's ear and whispered, “Yes it does. I don't know who you think you are. But in this club, I’m the boss.”

She gripped the collar of Carolina's crisp blouse and ripped it open, the buttons bouncing across the desk. She reached around Carolina’s back and unsnapped her bra, tugging it down. She sucked her exposed breasts and licked up her neck, her tongue flickering over Carolina's lips. Carolina abandoned her reserve and kissed Erica deeply, grabbing her face and sticking her tongue deep in her mouth.

Erica ran her hands down Carolina's back and unzipped her skirt. She played with the sides of her panties and curled her fingers around them, tugging them up into the groove between her pussy lips. Carolina gasped. Her thighs moistened as Erica teased her. Erica pulled up Carolina’s skirt and slid her panties down just enough to reveal her pussy, cupping her fingers over it.

“Look at you!” Erica smiled, stroking her clit. “You’re so wet! And I thought this whole time you were mad at me...”

Carolina felt breathless and lightheaded with lust. She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as Erica slipped her fingers inside her wet pussy. Her legs trembled as Erica's fingers slid in and out, teasingly slowly.

Erica pulled Carolina up out of the chair and bent her over the desk, her panties still around her thighs. She pushed Carolina’s legs as far apart as they would go, and ran her tongue up and down her slit, her hands spreading Carolina’s cheeks apart. Reaching into a drawer, Erica pulled out a pair of scissors and snipped through both sides of the panties. She balled them up and stuffed them into Carolina's mouth. Biting Carolina’s neck, she wrapped her ponytail around her hand and tugged her head back as she thrust her fingers deeper inside her from behind.

Carolina was so turned on! She could feel her wet pussy gripping tight around Erica's fingers. She had never been dominated like this before. She was used to being in a position of power, both in and out of work. Something stirred inside her. Erica was bringing out a side of her that she had never known existed. Her entire body trembled with fear and excitement. She could barely see through the fog of her glasses, heat radiating off her as she moaned helplessly.

Erica wrapped her hand tighter around Carolina's hair as she fucked her harder. Carolina could feel juice flowing from her pussy. The balled up panties were soaked in her saliva, which was now dripping down her chin. Erica slid her wet fingers forward and rubbed vigorously over Carolina's clit while refilling her hole with her thumb. She hooked it down to hit Carolina’s G-spot, sucking her neck harder.

Carolina was losing control. Each thrust of Erica's hand drew her closer to climax. She gripped the edge of the desk as she bucked her hips back forcefully. Erica wriggled her thumb inside Carolina frenziedly, making her reach the height of her orgasm. Erica squeezed her pussy hard as it quivered against her fingers, drawing out the sensations for a long time.

Carolina collapsed on her desk as Erica finally let go of her hair. She felt so humiliated, but strangely satisfied. Erica didn't even let her collect herself before pulling the door wide open for the entire club to see her disheveled and panting, half-naked on the desk. Erica licked her fingers as she calmly walked to the dressing room to get ready for her shift.

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Wet at the Beach part two

Erotic fiction inspired by Maria Rubio

Hi everyone, I’m glad you all enjoyed my confession [posted on this blog on August 25]. This is what happened next. I got so turned on writing about it. Love, Eva J

As I mentioned in my first story, my girlfriend Emma stroked me to an orgasm under my towel on the beach, and a woman who was watching gave me her phone number. One day not long after that, Emma was away and I was bored. I started to think about whether I should call the woman or not. I was curious and quite turned on thinking about what might happen.

I took a deep breath, rang her number and she answered. When I explained who I was, she remembered at once – with a sexy laugh – and introduced herself as Annicka. I asked if we could meet and she suggested a restaurant midway between us. I spent a while deciding what to wear before I settled on a tight skirt and top. My nipples were so hard I had to put on a bra to cover them!

When I reached the restaurant, Annicka waved me over from the corner booth where she was sitting. I drank in the sight of her pretty face, dark eyes and long blonde hair. She stood up to hug me and I saw she was wearing a short black dress that showed off her beautiful figure. Her breasts were full and firm, and she wasn’t wearing a bra.

We talked and laughed a lot, she was very good company. She told me she was renting a vacation cottage in the countryside; no close neighbors, so she could run around naked whenever she wanted.

Then she said quietly, “It was nice to watch you at the beach. I liked it a lot.”

“Were you turned on?” I asked.

“What do you think?” she replied. “Of course, I was very horny.”

“So you like girls?”

“Yes, but I haven’t had that much experience with them,” she said, smiling. She reached over to brush my hand with hers, and knocked her fork to the floor. “Could you pick that up, please?” she asked. “I think it’s closer to you.”

As I ducked under the table to reach it, she spread her legs. The hem of her short dress rode up to reveal she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was smooth-shaven and very pretty. I felt a gush of wetness between my own legs at the sight. I sat back in my seat and we smiled at each other. Her nipples were hard.

“I can see you’re wearing a bra,” she said. “I’ll bet you have panties on too.”

“Guilty,” I laughed.

“Will you take them off for me?”

I could feel myself blushing, but I was really turned on. I didn’t want anyone to see what I was doing, so I went to the ladies room and took off my bra and panties. I ran a finger between my pussy lips. I was really wet. I looked in the mirror and my nipples were so hard I could see them clearly though my top. I’m so horny, I thought.

When I sat back down at the table Annicka dropped her fork again, deliberately. This time she bent down to retrieve it herself. I pulled up my skirt and spread my legs. She nuzzled her face into my crotch and gave me a long lick, making me gasp, before coming back up.

“Oh, I forgot to pick up my fork,” she giggled. “Can you get it?” I knew what she wanted. I crouched on the floor between her legs. Her pussy was lovely. I spread her lips open with my fingers and kissed her clit, circling my tongue around, before sitting down again.

A few minutes later we were in her convertible with the top down, on the way to her place. Once we left town, she took off her dress, driving nude. I touched her breast. She slid her hand between my legs. I took my top and skirt off too, so we were both naked.

“Oh, life is so good,” she sighed. “I’m so wet and so horny!” She started screaming it: “I’m so horny!”

I started yelling too: “I’m so horny!” We were shouting and giggling, knowing there was nobody for miles around to hear us.

“Do you want me?” she asked. I nodded. “Do you want to lick my pussy?” I nodded harder. “Do you want to put a finger in my pussy?” More nodding. “Do you want me to lick you?”

“Oh, yes!” I gasped. I stroked and squeezed her breasts, then slid my hand down to her thigh, and between her legs. I started to stroke her. She couldn’t sit still now; her hips were rocking.

“Stop, I can’t concentrate on driving!” she gasped. “We’ll be there soon.”

I moved my hand away, not wanting to make her crash, and she squeezed my breasts and then started to rub my clit. “Don’t come yet – tell me when you are close,” she purred.

“I’ve been close for half an hour now, just looking at you,” I said.

Finally we reached her place and went through the gate. I’d thought I couldn’t get any hornier, but now I could really see her clearly, standing in front of me totally naked, I wanted her so badly. She was so sexy.

She told me to wait, than ran into the house and came back with a blanket and some pillows, which she spread on the lawn. She lay down on her stomach, and I sat beside her.

“You have a very nice ass,” I said, stroking it. She put a big pillow under her hips, so her ass was raised invitingly. She spread her thighs and I pushed my face between them and started to lick her.

“Oh yes, oh yes! Lick me!” she moaned, getting louder and louder as I ran my tongue up and down between her folds. I licked and sucked harder, thrusting two fingers inside her juicy pussy and fucking her with them. She rocked her hips, humping back against my hand more and more wildly until her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

When she’d caught her breath she turned over to lie on her back, laughing up at me. “Oh, that was amazing! Now it’s your turn. You can scream as loud as you like, nobody can hear us!”

I swung a leg over her face to straddle her. “Nice view!” she said, and pulled me down onto her mouth, licking with long strokes from my asshole to my clit. It felt so good, I don’t even have the words to describe it.

She sucked my clit and slid her fingers inside me. She pressed my G-spot hard, and rubbed it. I suddenly felt the most amazing rush of sensation.

“There, right there! Fuck me, Annicka,” I screamed. I started coming, yelling and gasping as my whole body shook. Eventually I tipped forward, exhausted – and realized that in this position, my face was right by Annicka’s pussy. Sixty-nine, my favorite position! We started to lick each other again…

Okay, I am so turned on I have to stop writing now. There is something I must do… (I’m blushing now!). Maybe I will continue later…?

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Wet at the Beach

Erotic fiction inspired by “Place” featuring Milena D and Agni A

Hi everyone, I am a 24-year-old bisexual Swedish girl, and I am a big fan of MetArt. There are a lot of sexy girls! I want to share with you a true story of mine. I love having sex in public. Love, Eva J

It was a nice, sunny day so my girlfriend Emma and I decided to go to the beach. We were in one of those playful moods, laughing and cuddling all morning, the way you feel when the sun is shining and you’re on your way to the sea with a hot babe for company.

When we arrived, we found ourselves a nice spot further along the beach where the crowds thinned out, spread our blanket down on the sand and lay side by side. Our skimpy bikinis covered just enough to be decent. We turned to face each other and began to kiss – it was the kind of day where the heat makes everyone horny. With her tongue in my mouth, I could feel Emma’s hand gliding up my thigh, her fingers edging closer to my pussy. My juices tingled between my folds, coating my pussy lips.

It’s easy to get me horny – I love sex all the time and I can get wet from the merest touch. Sex is to be enjoyed, after all! Emma’s hand passed over my bikini panties and onto my belly; then her fingers delved into them, finding it easier to gain entrance where my hips pulled the elastic away from my body. I took hold of her hand.

“Stop. Not here,” I said. “Let’s go for a swim.”

The salt water cooled us down, and we dipped our hair into the water to keep our heads cool too. After a while, we came back to our spot on the beach and I lay on my back to read a book. Emma was still in the mood for my body and she started to caress my belly, swirling her finger lightly around my belly button, then dragging it gently down to the top of my briefs. I tried hard to ignore her touch, but she ran her finger down onto my thighs and then let her hand wander back up slowly. I could feel my pussy moistening again.

Emma’s fingers brushed against my slit through my bikini bottoms – she knew exactly where to touch me, how to turn me on fast, and she traced the contours of my pussy lips and clit deftly with her fingernail. I couldn’t help but moan with pleasure. But there were enough people on the beach to make it very public, so I turned to face her, clamping my legs closed.

Emma draped a towel over my hips and put her hand underneath, her fingers finding my ass and squeezing it sensually.

“Stop it!” I said. “Not here! Are you crazy?”

“It’s okay,” Emma smiled. “I just want to feel how wet you are,” and her fingers crept inside my bikini. I parted my legs just enough to let Emma touch my clitoris, and when her fingers stroked me softly, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning loudly and parting my legs further. Emma laughed.

“You are very wet. Are you horny, darling?”

She began to pull down my bikini bottoms and I lay back and lifted my ass to make it easier for her. I lay under the towel, my bikini now down around my ankles, and spread my knees, flattening them against the sand. Emma slid two fingers easily into my wet hole and toyed her thumb over my clit. She knew exactly what to do with my pussy, finger fucking me expertly, my juices coating her hand and my thighs and ass.

“I like you when you’re horny,” she whispered in my ear. “Do you think you can come here with all these people around us?”

“Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Play with my clit. I need to come.”

Her fingers encircled my clit, grinding around and around, squeezing it between them and rolling back my hood until the rough towel grazed my tender flesh. I was going to explode, but it was hard to really let go, knowing so many people were close by. I stole a glance around us and saw a woman watching us. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, very glamorous. She smiled sexily at me and kept watching. I lay back and closed my eyes, suddenly thrilled by this beautiful voyeur enjoying the sight of my imminent orgasm.

“Finger me harder,” I gasped, and Emma slipped two fingers back inside me. “Fuck me, fuck me!” I moaned, feeling my orgasm tear through me. My body convulsed and I bit back a yell of pleasure – it was amazing!

When I had regained my senses, I asked Emma how she was doing.

“How do you think? I’m so fucking wet. Let’s go home, I want you to lick me out.”

So I pulled on my bikini panties and we started to get our things together, quickly. And that was when my audience came over.

“That was some performance,” she said to us both with a smile. “You made me very wet. Here’s my number, call me if you want to find out how wet you can really make me.”

As she walked away, Emma and I admired the sight of her tanned body – she had a great ass! When we got home, it didn’t take long for Emma to come, holding my head as I lapped at her very wet pussy. Maybe we will call that woman, and if I find out how wet we can make her, I will let you know…

 

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Mending Friendship: three women become lovers

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by “Turkish” featuring Alexa B, Bella A and Yana F.

Alexa, Bella and Yana didn’t see each other often. The three college friends now lived and worked in different countries, making it difficult for them to be in regular contact. The distance was distressing at times, but friendship is not always based on being inseparable. True friendship won't fade no matter how much time has passed. Every few years, they would gather in a different city and catch up on each other’s company. This time, they decided to meet in London and try the age-old tradition of pub-crawling.

After hours of strolling through the streets, Yana had reached her limit and was obviously tipsy. The evening grew late so the girls hailed a taxi and headed back to their hotel. They were giggling about the night's events.

“Poor thing” Bella laughed. “Almost a decade hanging out with us and Yana still can't hold her liquor!”

“You know what though," Yana slurred, "I really needed this. I think we all did. I have missed you both terribly!” 

“I have too!” Bella exclaimed. “I didn't want to go home last time we got together.”

“Me too,” Alexa sighed. She knew Bella was referring to the beautiful beach they visited on their last reunion, but her thoughts lay elsewhere...

As Yana and Bella continued to speak about the evening, Alexa gazed at Bella silently. She was studying her delicate mouth and beautiful breasts as she smiled. She had always wondered how they would taste. The curled tendrils of her long hair fell perfectly around them. She wanted to feel those pretty curls wrapped around her wrists. Alexa looked over at Yana. She admired how amusing she was and how she always looked gorgeous without a drop of make-up. Yana was just naturally flawless.

Her best friends in the whole world were with her for just a few nights. She knew it could be years before they met up again. On every trip they had taken, Alexa had felt this way. Yana and Bella had never realized that Alexa was attracted to them, but she had never summoned up the courage to express it… until now.

As the taxi drew nearer to their hotel, Bella suddenly felt Alexa's hand moving over her thigh. She was startled at first. It was so gentle she couldn't be sure if Alexa had touched her on purpose. Alexa touched her again, much more blatantly this time. She slid her hand between Bella's thighs and up her short shirt, lightly touching the groove of her pussy. She was pleasantly surprised to discover Bella wasn’t wearing panties.

Bella's blood rushed to her face. She could feel Alexa’s eyes on her, but was almost afraid to meet her gaze. Alexa’s fingers felt amazing, but it was torture not to be able to make a sound in case the driver noticed what they were doing. Yana watched in amazement from the other side of Bella. She had never seen Alexa act like this before. Watching Bella's tormented expression aroused her. Bella silently prayed they would get there soon. She was already on the brink. She could feel wetness trickling over her thighs.

As the taxi pulled up in front of their hotel, Alexa finally withdrew her hand from between Bella's thighs. Her own panties were soaked. Yana giggled as she got out of the taxi. There was a new vibe radiating from her friends. She could feel them gazing at her and each other, quite different from their usual girlish antics. The thought of crossing that line with her two best friends turned her on. She began to anticipate that they would not be going to sleep any time soon.

 “My feet are aching! We must have walked the entire city tonight,” Yana laughed.

“I know what you need...” Bella said, kneeling to help her remove her heels. She slid her thumbs over the soles of Yana's feet, smoothing away the pain. Yana moaned as each stroke eased the tension in her feet. Her friend's hands felt incredible. She felt pulses of pleasure rise through her body. Bella noticed Yana was getting aroused and lifted her feet higher to take her toes inside her welcoming mouth. She licked them playfully and slid her tongue between her toes. Yana gasped. Her pussy was drenched. Bella bit teasingly around her ankles and kissed slowly up her legs. Each movement spread Yana's thighs wider open.

Bella’s kisses reached Yana’s crotch, and she caught the front of her G-string in her teeth, tugging them aside. She stuck her tongue deep inside Yana’s pussy, and Yana wrapped her legs around Bella's back and humped up and down over her face.

Alexa watched her friends playing. “I think we all need to release a little tension,” she smiled. “I have an idea...” She went into the bathroom and filled the Jacuzzi with steaming water, then returned to watch Yana's aroused expression as Bella sucked ravenously between her legs.

“Hey girls!” she said. “Come to the tub when you are done.” She undressed and got in the tub, turning on the bubbles. It felt amazing as the bubbles hit the perfect spot. When the other two came in, both flushed and naked, Alexa admired them both, biting her lip in anticipation. Her mind was overloaded with dirty thoughts as they joined her in the water, one on either side.

Bella leaned in to meet Alexa's lips with hers, making her breathless. Bella kissed and nibbled her neck, then began to squeeze her breasts and suck her nipples. Alexa lifted herself up, her body out of the water now, as Bella kissed her stomach – which was fluttering with excitement – and then went lower.

“Oh, I’m gonna fall!” Alexa gasped. 

“I’ll hold you up…” Bella promised. “Spread your legs!” She gripped Alexa's hips with one hand, the other one roaming over her wet skin. She whirled her tongue in circles around Alexa's pussy and eased her fingers inside her, pulsing them back and forth. Alexa’s muscles tightened until she was shaking uncontrollably. Bella sucked slower and slower, then jolted her tongue deep inside, making Alexa orgasm noisily. She slid her fingers back inside to feel Alexa’s warm wetness, holding her tongue still to feel the tremors.

Yana had watched this marvellous show intently, and now she hugged Bella from behind, kissing her neck and shoulders. When Bella was fully relaxed against her, she reached around to rub her clit – slowly at first, then gathering pace. Bella felt pleasure rush up her spine. Her orgasm was building as Yana's hand moved faster. Bella arched her back and grabbed hold of the side of the tub as she felt the explosion flow through her pelvis.

Yana kissed her neck again and then bent her over in front of Alexa, who kissed her luscious lips as Yana teased her fingers over Bella's ass. She slipped her middle finger into Bella’s ass from behind, as Alexa's hand slid down and her fingers thrust into Bella’s pussy. She could feel Bella's lust-swollen cunt throbbing. Yana pushed a second finger inside Bella's tight asshole and held it there as Alexa finger-fucked her harder and harder. Bella felt an intense surge of pleasure. Water splashed all over the bathroom floor as Alexa frigged her fast and deep. Bella’s pussy was throbbing with every swirl of Alexa's hand. She pressed her face to Alexa's chest and jerked uncontrollably into her climax.

The girls moved into a threeway hug, kissing and stroking each other as they caught their breath.

"Wow!” Bella gasped. “Why didn’t we do this last time? It would have been a lot more fun than getting drunk on the beach.” The others laughed.

That magical evening, the three women mended their friendship in ways they had never imagined. Each touch, each kiss, would remain a sweet memory until their next reunion.

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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Introducing MyErotica – filthy free fiction for connoisseurs!

“Refined erotic fiction to ignite your deepest desires.” At MyErotica.com, our brand new erotic fiction forum, I want to make all your hottest fantasties come to life.

It's a collection of sexual confessions, arousing stories and kinky revelations for hot-blooded men and women who dare to explore their wild side. It’s also my own personal project, and I share a lot of very naughty stuff, both fantasies and real life experiences – it’s up to you to guess which is which!

MyErotica also features stories by my writing partner Jaiden, who is a very bad girl indeed, and selected writers whose work turns me on. Whether you prefer girl on girl liaisons or girl meets boy encounters, group sex, kinky or vanilla, you're sure to find something that excites you. 

And what’s more, it’s totally free!

So, how can you get involved?

Well first of all you can “FOLLOW” me (Rose), my writing partner Jaiden, and our online publication, MyErotica.com. That means you’ll be notified whenever we add a new story. You have to create a profile the first time you do this, but it only takes a moment, and of course you can use any identity you choose! Doing this also gives you a personalized feed of all the fun stuff on Medium, the mainstream platform we’ve chosen to host MyErotica. It’s the best source of interesting features, news and thought-provoking journalism I’ve ever come across, and I’m quite addicted.

Second, you can “RECOMMEND” my stories, by clicking on the little heart icon at the bottom of the story. It would mean a lot to me if you do this, because the story then reaches many more potential readers who need my filthy confessions in their life!

And third, you can CONTRIBUTE your own stories. Email me at fanfiction@metart.com (tell me it’s for MyErotica)… I look forward to reading your dirty confessions and hottest fantasies.

Please check it out and let me know what you think, and what you’d like to see at MyErotica. I’d love to write something just for you.

 

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The Emergence Seduction: A Ballerina Fantasy

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by Matilda Bae

The ballet company Matilda belonged to was creating a rendition of Stravinsky's “Firebird,” an explosive love story about a prince who falls in love with a mystical woman he finds in an enchanted forest. The auditions and rehearsals had just begun. Soon, the directors were going to choose the male and female principal dancers, along with the musicians for the orchestra.

Matilda was determined to make principal. She rehearsed rigorously on a daily basis. The choreography was intense. The first auditions for principal ballerina were always the hardest because they had to be done alone. The male counterpart was chosen the next week, followed by more stringent training.

Bella was a favorite among the company. She was an accomplished Concertmaster, and naturally, she was the violinist to perform each section for the dancers during the first and second trial auditions.

Matilda was having trouble with her performance. The instructor was getting irritated with her but had high hopes that she was the perfect candidate. She had the beautiful face and limber moves that would fit the character in the story. Bella wanted to help. The instructor suggested they rehearse together. Bella would play the violin as Matilda danced the audition piece.

They practiced every afternoon. They got to know each other and even got together for much needed drinks. But Matilda was still missing that little something they were looking for in the part: sensuality. Bella was growing fond of Matilda and was determined to help her become the principal ballerina.

One particular rehearsal, Bella and Matilda were alone in the studio and the hour was growing late. Matilda's legs were aching. She was so frustrated that they had been practicing for hours and she still couldn't get the moves quite right.

“All right, that's enough,” Bella suggested. “Why don't we take a break and recap the story. Maybe we can figure out what's wrong?”

“I know what's wrong. I'm what's wrong!” Matilda sighed, angrily unraveling her ballet shoes. She sat down on the floor almost in tears, and threw them across the room. “I'm never going to get it!”

Bella pressed her lips together and raised her brow. “You know what, you're right!” she agreed teasingly, while joining her on the floor. “You are so frigid. You need to loosen up. You're never going to get this right if you don't feel what the character is feeling. This dance is about passion. It's about attraction and seduction...”

“Of course...” Matilda interrupted. “I know very little about the subject."

“What do you mean?” Bella asked. “You mean you've never... done anything?”

"Not really,” Matilda replied. She put her hands over her face. “I'm so embarrassed I said that.”

“You don't have to be embarrassed.” Bella smiled. “Things happen in their own time."

“And not to mention I have no life!” Matilda exclaimed. “Ballet is all I know. It's all I've ever known since I was young. I’m going to be 20 next month. I haven't taken a break since I began!”

“Well you have to take time to find a balance,” Bella suggested. “How are you going to portray such an elaborate dance of seduction artistically, when you don't know what it feels like?"

“I don't know,” Matilda replied. “I just want to get it done.”

Bella stood and picked up her violin. “I want you to sit up and watch me. I’m going to try to seduce you. Keep your eyes on me. Always on me, okay?”

“Okay,” Matilda giggled. She turned towards Bella and fixed her eyes on her. Bella began to play the mystical music from the score. She kept eye contact the whole time, looking down at Matilda. She bit her lips as she played faster and more frantically. Matilda was overwhelmed by her piercing stare. She glanced at Bella's long, sensitive fingers; how they slid up and down the fingerboard so perfectly. Each stroke was so finely tuned to vibrato.

Bella's exotic eyes held her own. She could feel the emotion in each note as Bella jolted her bow over the strings. Then, Bella slowed her tempo. She played smoothly to the part where the Firebird and the Prince were supposed to kiss. Bella got down on her knees and slowly moved closer. Matilda was getting so turned on! She could barely breathe as she watched Bella playing. Bella was edging closer to her while nearing the finale of the composition; the finishing strokes sounded so lovely. Matilda's lips parted, silently trying to take in air.

Bella placed her violin aside and knelt over Matilda. She took Matilda's hands and kissed her fingertips. Matilda sat up on her knees, overwhelmed by Bella's intense gaze. Bella moved closer and pressed her lips to Matilda’s, very gently. She teased Matilda's bottom lip, then guided Matilda's arms behind her back, holding her captive. Bella slid her tongue inside Matilda’s succulent mouth and kissed her deeply.

This was the first time Matilda had ever been kissed properly. What an unforgettable sensation. It was as if she was being reborn. Her senses were overwhelmed, her head was cloudy, her body was trembling. Bella let go of her arms and wrapped them around herself in an embrace. She ran her lips down Matilda's neck. Matilda could feel the sweet suction heating the blood in her veins. She grabbed Bella's face to taste her mouth once more. Bella's lips felt amazing. They had such a distinct taste; a flavor of candy yet unnamed. It felt like Bella’s lips were melting into hers. It was a taste she could crave for a lifetime.

Bella ran her hands down the back of Matilda’s leotard, and around her waist. She played with the dimples in her back for a moment, then squeezed her ass firmly. Matilda could feel her thighs getting moist. She began to imagine how good Bella’s lips would feel kissing between her legs. She wanted Bella's lips there.

She lay back on the floor, beckoning Bella to move on top. Bella went on her hands and knees to follow. She grazed her lips over Matilda's firm breasts and nibbled them through her leotard. She could feel Matilda’s nipples hardening with each stroke of her tongue. She crawled lower to tease her stomach and lifted her skirt. Bella saw a spot of wetness on the tight crotch of Matilda's leotard. She ran her lips over it and breathed into her. Matilda gasped at the warmth seeping through her pelvis.

Bella bit down on the buttons holding Matilda’s leotard in place and snapped them open. Her pussy lips were soaked, cream seeping out between them. Bella could see Matilda's swollen clit peeking through the crease, and gave it a few light licks, being careful not to make her come too soon. She wanted Matilda’s first experience of pleasure to be unforgettable.

Bella bent Matilda’s thighs back over her chest and spread her legs wide, then grazed her bottom lip up and down Matilda's pussy and licked her lightly again. Matilda was beginning to feel tormented by the unfamiliar but incredible sensations building up between her legs.

“Please!” she moaned. “Please!” She wasn’t even sure what it was she wanted, but she felt this teasing would drive her crazy.

Bella smiled. She knew it wouldn't be long before Matilda released the intense orgasm building within her, but she was having so much fun drawing it out, and watching the effect it was having. She licked Matilda again, and blew lightly over her clit. Then she thrust her tongue inside Matilda's pussy and darted the tip at her G-spot. She could feel Matilda’s juice leaking over her chin. Slow and steady, Bella continued to eat her. She sucked softly on her clit. Matilda trembled helplessly. She clenched her stomach tight, making the sensation even more powerful, her legs still parted in the air.

“Bella, please!” she cried, “I can't take any more!”

Now Bella swirled her tongue harder and faster. She took Matilda's entire pussy mound in her mouth and sucked it. She could feel that Matilda was losing control.

“Harder!” Matilda moaned. “Yes! Just like that!”

Bella licked as fast and deep as she could, delving deep into her streaming pussy and flicking over her engorged clit. Matilda was almost there. Each swirl of Bella's mouth drew her closer to climax. Finally, a surging explosion went off inside her. She could feel the orgasmic pulses all the way up her spine. It spread to her chest and the tips of her fingers. She yelled and bucked her hips as she released the tension within her with a flood of sensation. Bella could feel streams of juice bursting in her mouth with each tremor. Matilda’s fingernails scratched at the floor as the spasms wracked her body. Bella spit the juice in her mouth back onto Matilda's pussy and stuck her fingers deep inside her. She ran her tongue up and down Matilda’s clit and felt the final throbs of her pounding release.

The floor was soaked with pussy juice. Matilda pulled Bella on top of her and tasted herself off her face. They kissed passionately, sweat beading on their entwined bodies.

Matilda smiled sweetly and said, “Okay, I think I get it now…”

Bella laughed. “So, do you want to continue the routine?” she asked.

“Yes, I do,” Matilda replied. “Let's get back to work.”

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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Sanna: my first time

Erotic fiction by Frank, inspired by Sanna

I finally hit the big time with my first appearance on MetArt! It’s been my dream since I started modeling, and it came true a couple of weeks ago. Every time I look at my pictures I get such a rush of excitement.

I think it’s quite unusual these days for a girl of my age (I’m actually 27, although I’m told I don’t look it!) to have a full bush. All my girlfriends wax or trim… don’t ask me how I know that… but I like how my pussy looks when it’s framed by plenty of hair. It feels really soft and fluffy.

I loved the outfit the stylist had chosen for the shoot, a silky red top, tight black skirt and heels. Underneath I wore a pretty lilac bra and panties. Having my make-up done and getting dressed up made me feel really sexy, and my excitement grew steadily as we started the shoot. The first thing I did was slip off my panties and flash my bush at the camera. I always love the look of surprise I get when I show a guy my furry pussy for the first time in real life, and I couldn’t help imagining having the same effect on thousands of MetArt members when they clicked on my pictures. Actually, the thought of being seen by such a big audience was a huge turn-on.

I sat back in the big white armchair and spread my legs wider, crossing and uncrossing my legs and playing the tease, which is something I love doing. Off came my top, and then I wriggled out of my tight skirt, making sure to turn my bottom to the camera. I think it’s one of my best features! Finally I took off my bra and there I was, totally naked and posing for MetArt… that’s when I started to get really aroused.

The rest of the shoot passed in a horny but very pleasurable blur! It was as if I could feel all those eyes on me, caressing my skin and encouraging me to get more and more carried away by what I was doing. My nipples were hard and my pussy was really tingling. It took all my self-control not to start touching myself too explicitly. I’ll admit it, I’m a total exhibitionist.

As I headed home I was still on a real high. That’s when a naughty idea popped into my head. On the way to the shoot I remembered passing a sex store, and now I made a beeline back to it. I knew exactly what I was looking for – during the shoot I’d been playing with a little crystal ball, and had wondered how it would feel to slide it into my pussy. Now I selected a set of ben wa balls, as well as a Venus butterfly – that’s a vibrating toy that straps over the pussy mound. The clerk offered lube, but I didn’t think I’d need it, as I was already dripping wet.

The parking lot was deserted when I got back to my car, and I wasn’t wearing any panties under my dress so… why not? I spread my thighs and pushed the two shiny silver balls right into my juiced-up pussy. Instantly, the sensation of them shifting and grinding together with every movement I made started to drive me crazy. It was so intense! I drove off very slowly and carefully, trying to keep as still as I could.

I was shaking by the time I pulled into a quiet rest area a few kilometers down the road. I knew I wouldn’t make it home, so I decided to just go for it, strapping on the butterfly so that it throbbed right over my clit, making the balls jiggle inside me even more. The sensation was simply amazing. I turned the vibrator up high and that’s when my orgasm hit me, flashing through my body like a searing flame of pure pleasure. I rode it out, moaning and rocking my hips involuntarily, every jolt from the balls stringing out my high even further. Eventually I couldn’t take any more and my thighs clamped tight as I fumbled for the off switch.

It was a good thing my roommate was out when I got home, so she didn’t see me in such a wrecked state, a big damp patch on my dress and reeking of pussy juice. My MetArt debut day had proved satisfying in every sense!

Many thanks to our member, Frank, 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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Unmasked

Erotic fiction inspired by Prima

A masked ball, my first. No ordinary ball either, but a gathering of free spirits with carte blanche to give in to their wildest impulses.

My mask conceals my expression, but lets me gaze at the revellers with frank desire. The costumes and music are intoxicating, a palpable buzz of excitement in the air as the night’s dramas of intrigue and seduction begin to unfold. I mingle, drinking in the scent of perfume, the giggles and murmurs of assignations being arranged, the clink of glasses.

And then I see her; slender and statuesque in her heels, her fabulous figure more revealed than concealed by her flimsy, transparent dress. An outlandish headdress covers part of her face, but I can see she is beautiful. I want her instantly.

Our eyes meet and she smiles. A barely perceptible tilt of her head in invitation, and I’m following her like a puppy, out of the crowded center of the ballroom and into a curtained alcove. She sits elegantly on a high-backed chair, casting aside the headdress, and I take a seat opposite, too spellbound to speak.

“Do you like to watch?” she asks, her voice low and husky with a trace of an exotic accent.

It takes me a second to comprehend what she means, and as realisation floods through me I nod avidly. Slowly, teasingly, she inches her diaphanous dress up, sliding it over her silky thighs – pausing, until my heart is beating so hard I can feel its throbbing throughout my whole body – and then higher still, exposing herself to my gaze.

She spreads her milky thighs apart, showing herself to me brazenly. Her pussy is bare and smooth, so pretty and pink it makes my mouth water. Her clitoris is big and puffy, peeping out from between her lips like a tempting morsel waiting to be tasted; and as she moves her legs wider I see her lips peel apart and spread like butterfly wings.  

Nectar is already gathering in the shiny folds, and I shiver with lust as she dips her finger delicately into the wetness and raises it to her lips to taste. She dips her finger again, holding it out to me to lick; my tastebuds explode with her sweet flavor. Now we are connected, she and I, and it’s as if every time she touches herself I can feel her touch on my own flesh.

She moves her hand back down to her pussy, stroking her fingers across it gently at first, then with more purpose. Her thumb strums her clit as she thrusts a couple of fingers inside her creamed-up slot. I’m pulsing with desire, and my hand gravitates towards my crotch, but she shakes her head no. I understand; this is her show. Frustrated but flooded with adrenaline, I watch her fuck herself.

Her veneer of studied composure begins to slip as her fingers work their magic and her pleasure builds. Little moans escape her lips, and her chest is flushed as her frigging becomes more frantic. Finally she arches her back with a gasp of release, fingers plunged deep, her orgasm crashing through her brutally.

When she’s regained control enough to smooth down her dress, she smiles at my discomposure. She holds her fingers to my mouth to give me a little more of the taste I’m craving, then leans in and kisses me softly on the lips.

“Enjoy your night,” she purrs, rising and sashaying away from me, back to the party.

I realize I didn’t even ask her name.

 

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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Naked truth

Erotic fiction inspired by Gracie

People usually think I’m a shy girl and I guess that’s true, but sometimes I get the urge to shock them by being really naughty. I find the look of surprised admiration in their eyes quite an aphrodisiac.

At college I’m always the quietest girl in class, but some of the cooler crowd like me anyway, and they invited me to go on a ‘field trip’ one afternoon. I suspected it was just an excuse to skip class and hang out in the woods but it sounded like fun so I went along.

All five of us girls squashed into one car and drove out to some nearby woodland. At first we were taking photos and collecting specimens for our biology class, but we soon got bored with that. We sat in a clearing to chat, and as usual the conversation revolved around boys, clothes, parties, kissing and sex. I didn’t have much to add to the discussion; I know the others think I’m a bit of a prude because I’ve never even kissed a boy, but I could easily wipe the superior look off their faces if I told them it’s because I’m a lesbian, and I have a girlfriend who eats my pussy so well that I don’t believe any guy could make me feel half so good!

They started talking about the gym locker room at college, and complaining that they hated having to get changed in front of everyone, instead of having private cubicles.

“Is that why you don’t ever come to the gym with us, Gracie?” one of them asked. “Are you too embarrassed to get naked in front of us?”

I knew she was just teasing, but I couldn’t resist taking the bait.

“Why would I mind that?” I replied. “I’m proud of my body, I don’t care who sees me naked.”

“Prove it,” another said. “I’ll do your calculus coursework for a month if you strip off in front of us right now!”

Everyone laughed, and for a split second I considered laughing too, letting the moment pass… but a little ember of exhibitionism was smoldering inside me now, ready to burst into flames. Slowly and deliberately I stood up, pulling off my sweater. There was a collective gasp of surprise as the girls realized I was wearing a see-through shirt, with no bra underneath. I knew they could all see my dark areolae, my nipples getting hard as the cool air hit them… and I began to sense a pulse of excitement deep inside, as I felt their eyes on me.

Kicking off my tennis shoes, I wriggled out of my jeans. I wasn’t wearing panties, and I was pretty sure my pussy was clearly visible through the hem of my top, which barely brushed my thighs. Nobody spoke now; the only sound was birdsong as I pulled the top over my head and let it fall to the ground.

The girls stared, and finally one said, “Wow, Gracie, your body is amazing!”

“How do you get your pussy so smooth? Do you wax it?” another asked shyly.

“I never have guessed you’d have a Hollywood wax!” giggled another. “How does it feel?”

“Touch it and find out…” I dared her.

And that’s how I ended up letting four other girls stare at my pussy until I felt so horny I could feel my juice starting to seep out between my lips. Nothing sexual happened between us, but when I went home I sat astride my girlfriend’s face and she licked up every drop of my cream while I told her that four of my classmates had spent the afternoon admiring my pussy. The thought of their eyes on me turned me on so much I could hardly get the words out as I described the scene to her, and she ate me to orgasm after orgasm.


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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Reflected Pleasure

Erotic fiction inspired by Nordica

I’m a gentle, sweet-natured soul, but when I dress up in stockings and heels it seems to liberate another side to my personality. That’s when I feel compelled to prowl the lesbian bars downtown and pick up some submissive girl to do my bidding.

Getting ready for a night out is all part of the anticipation. I take my time, letting my excitement build until it becomes a tangible thing, a vibration deep in my core. Last night when I felt the first whispers of that urge to touch soft female flesh and bend it to my will, I waited until they had become a deafening roar before I stopped resisting. I undressed and took a bath, but I didn’t touch my breasts or pussy, despite the throbbing that made me want to do so.

I slid black stockings over my long legs, and put on my highest heels. A red satin garterbelt and bowtie completed the outfit. Finally I pulled on black satin gloves, for the ultimate tease. My nipples were hard as diamonds as I stood in front of the mirror, admiring my reflection. When I ran my gloved fingers over them, they sent pulses of pleasure flooding through me.

My bare pussy looked so beautiful, framed by my garter belt and stocking tops, and I moved closer to the mirror, gazing at my plump pink folds. Lifting a leg to spread myself open, I could see cream welling up between my lips and starting to trickle down my inner thighs. I moved to the floor, parting my legs wider, staring at my pussy in the mirror as my lips opened up into a pretty butterfly, displaying my juicy pink sweetness.

I still hadn’t touched myself, and I made myself wait even longer, turning my back to the mirror so I could admire my perfectly round, firm bottom. The wider I spread my knees, the better I could see my moist slit. I pressed my thighs tight shut for a moment, squeezing hard and feeling a fresh surge of juice flood out. Then I turned back to face myself, moving closer and closer until my hot crotch left a smear of wetness on the cold surface of the mirror.

That was it – I couldn’t hold back any longer. I ran a gloved finger along my slippery slit and plunged it deep inside, the shiny fabric gliding against my slick flesh. My eyes roamed over my reflection, taking in my stiff nipples, the wanton expression on my face, and the kinky sight of my gloved finger thrusting in and out of my wet hole. Frantically, I rubbed my clit with my other hand as I added a second finger and fucked myself wildly, hard and fast, my hips bucking as the uncontrollable sensations overwhelmed me. My orgasm hit me like a tornado, ripping through me and leaving me shaking and breathless.

I wasn’t done though. Now my thoughts turned to finding a willing partner to lick me clean, a girl who would kneel as I stood over her in my heels and lap up my juices as I ground against her face. Pulling a raincoat on over my nakedness, I winked at my reflection in the mirror as I set off into the night…

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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White cotton panties

Erotic fiction inspired by Audrey

I was pretty excited – although I tried not to show it – when Audrey asked me to go into the store changing room with her to give my opinion on the outfit she was trying on. We’d been casual friends for a while, and I’d always admired her cool, edgy style. She was the girl everyone wanted to get close to, and I was thrilled she’d picked me to help her choose the dress for her date that night. I was also quite curious to find out what she was wearing under her tight black pants!

What I wasn’t expecting was a pair of plain white cotton panties under those sexy pants. I couldn’t help staring at the way they clung to the curves of Audrey’s peachy behind like a second skin. I watched, enthralled, as she bent over to remove her boots and pants, and I saw the crotch of the panties pulled tight against her pussy. I felt my own panties start to get damp as I looked.

Audrey seemed totally unaware of the effect she was having on me as she pulled off her sweater, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. She turned around and I could clearly see the outline of her big, puffy clit through the thin fabric of her panties. I watched in a haze of arousal as she tried on the dress she’d selected and asked what I thought, my replies to her questions monosyllabic. Disappointed with my unenthusiastic reaction to the dress, she took it off again.

“Maybe I should just go like this, huh?” she asked, looking at me very boldly. I felt myself blush, and she laughed… but she looked pleased too. She hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties and eased them down, so they barely covered her pussy mound. “How about this?” she murmured, not laughing now. I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from her crotch. Was she really going to show me her pussy?

Slowly and tantalizingly, she pushed her panties down around her thighs, tilting her hips forward so I got the full effect of her pussy, with that big, puffy, protruding clit. I wanted to touch it so badly, to peel her lips apart and thrust my tongue inside… I was shaking as I looked up at her face and realized she wasn’t teasing any more. She wanted me to do it.

I knew if I hesitated I would lose my nerve, so I immediately knelt between Audrey’s parted legs and pressed my face against her crotch, grabbing her clit between my lips and sucking. She jumped and started trembling, hard – maybe she hadn’t expected me to take it so far, or maybe it was just her first time with another girl? Whatever, I was determined to make sure it was also her best.

Flicking her clit with my tongue as I sucked it, I ran a finger along the cleft of her pussy lips, discovering how wet she was. I pushed my finger into her slippery hole, adding a second and hooking them so they found her G-spot. Then I started to slide them in and out with a steady rhythm, sucking her clit a little harder as I did so. Two minutes of that and she was quaking like jello, her juice running down into the palm of my hand.

I felt supremely confident now as I bent her over, her hands supporting her on the bench as I thrust my tongue into her hot, sweet hole from behind. My wet fingers stroked her clit as I ate her voraciously, and before long she was drenching my lips with her cream, thrusting back against me and then covering her own mouth with her hand to stifle her moans as she came.

Still shaking, she pulled her panties up, a wet patch immediately appearing on the front as her juice soaked through them. She looked dazed as she slowly dressed and we left the store together without saying much. But when we reached her car and instead of driving me home she took me straight back to her place, I knew she’d be cancelling her date for that night…

 

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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Yoga Bunny - a tribute to Paula Shy

Yoga bunny: tribute to Paula Shy

Erotic fiction inspired by Paula Shy

Yoga always makes me horny. I'm sure that's not an appropriate reaction, but I can't help it! Maybe it's something to do with the deep breathing and all that focusing on the pelvic area... I usually walk out of class buzzing with arousal, and with a telltale damp patch on the crotch of my tight yoga pants. Then a friend told me about the naked yoga craze; I knew there was no way I could trust myself in a class surrounded by acres of bare flesh, but there was nothing to stop me trying it on my own...

I was lucky enough to be housesitting for a friend with a secluded back yard, and the sunny poolside terrace seemed like the ideal spot to get in touch with my inner goddess. I was sitting drinking my morning coffee when the idea struck me, so I just grabbed a mat and headed out in my vest top and panties, confident there was nobody around to spot me. As I warmed up with some deep stretches, I began to feel an intense throbbing sensation radiating throughout my body. I raised my hips up into bridge position, knees open and pussy pointed directly at the sun. Heat flared through my crotch at once, and I could feel wetness start to trickle between my pussy lips. I slid down the straps of my vest and pushed it down to my waist, my nipples immediately stiffening in the slight hint of breeze. Trying to find my balance, I moved through tree pose and dancer pose, but it was no good - my attention was concentrated on my pulsing pussy, not my perfect posture!

Moving into a forward bend, I eased my panties down, exposing my pussy to the air as I got deeper into the stretch. That felt good! I moved into a full back bend, my slit splaying open as I arched up and back. Suddenly my mind was filled with the idea of getting banged in that position, some strong guy grasping my waist as he plunged into me. The thought made me shiver with pleasure, and my legs nearly gave way. I sank down into a shoulder stand, legs wide, pussy open to the sky... and that's when all my yoga composure completely deserted me and I knew I absolutely, positively had to rub myself off immediately!

I got on my hand and knees, my fingers sliding straight into my slick pussy with no resistance. Thumb grinding on my clit, I pumped rhythmically, juice trickling out with each stroke. My pussy walls twitched spasmodically around my fingers, waves of sensation flooding over me. Collapsing down onto the ground, I humped my hand frantically, my free hand reaching over to rub between my ass cheeks as I shuddered to a huge orgasm.

I wish I could tell you the pool guy came by and caught me in this compromising position, but no such luck. However, I did invite a couple of open-minded girlfriends to join me for the following morning's naked yoga session...

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More Than Friends - a tribute to Emily and Milena

Emily and Milena: More Than Friends, a tribute

Erotic fiction by Frank, inspired by ‘Nisake' by Erik Latika, featuring Milena D and Emily Bloom

Milena answered the phone and said, "Hi Em, yeah I heard from Erik also. He wants us to play on a motorbike for a photoset for MetArt. Sounds like fun, right? I'll pick you up about 9:00am. Erik says he has the outfits he wants us to wear - or not wear, as it develops! Can't wait to see you!" It had been a while since Milena and Emily had an opportunity to shoot together, and the good friends always enjoyed each other's company.

Milena showered, brushed her hair back into a ponytail, and then pulled on an old pair of ripped jeans, a ‘Free Pussy Riot' T-shirt, and the brand new Adidas sneakers she had picked up in Prague. She looked more like the cute girl next door than a glamorous model as she climbed into her prize possession, an Abarth Edition Fiat 500, and headed off to pick up Emily, who was staying in a local hotel. Emily, always the flirt, was chatting with the doorman as Milena pulled up. She was also dressed casually, in jeans, an oversized T-shirt with some classical musician's image on it that Milena didn't even recognize, and flip-flops. The doorman's eyes were wide as he took in the sight of the two pretty girls greeting each other with a kiss that was a little more than just friendly.

The girls caught up on each other's gossip on the way to the shoot, and on arrival were greeted by the sight of their photographer, Erik, standing next to a big black motorcycle.

"Wow, I hope Erik lets me take it for a spin," Milena said longingly.

Emily screwed up her face and asked, "You can handle that thing? You ride?"

Milena just laughed and replied, "Yes, and you'd better hold on tight behind me or I will have to wear my T-shirt that says, ‘If you can read this I lost the bitch,’ won’t I?" Emily turned white.

They changed into their sexy outfits for the shoot. When Milena pulled her jeans off, she thought Emily was going to jump on her right then. Emily hadn't seen that part of Milena since she had been waxed. Milena laughed at the expression on Emily's face, and said, "If you want, you can examine it much more closely back at your hotel..."

Throughout the shoot, both girls could feel themselves getting more and more aroused. It was hard to restrain themselves from touching each other too explicitly. When they had finished, Erik let Milena take the bike for a short spin. Emily held on tight behind her; she clamped onto Milena's breasts as she rode and whispered into her ear, "You're going to pay for this when I get you back to my room!"

She wasn't kidding. They were barely in the room before Emily stripped naked and dived onto the bed. She flipped onto her back, spread her legs and said, "I get really horny when I am scared, and that bike ride got me scared. Now don't stop until I tell you."

Milena giggled as she climbed on the bed and dove into Emily. She was telling the truth about being turned on, Milena soon realized, because Emily was already wet when Milena's tongue spread her lips.

The first flick of her tongue on Emily's clit, and Emily came for the first time - but Milena wouldn't let her stop there. Number two came when Milena added a third finger to the two she was pumping into Emily. Milena came up for a kiss, Emily licking all of her juices from Milena's face, and then lay down beside her. Emily reversed direction and lowered herself on top of Milena in the classic soixante-neuf position.

"I miss your full bush, it was so much fun to play with," Emily whispered between licks. But it didn't stop her from exploring every inch of Milena's smooth bare mound with her tongue. She moved her arms behind Milena's sexy long legs, and lifted Milena's ass so as to have complete access. Then she buried her tongue as deep as she could.

It became a game, to see which one was going to make the other cum first. Milena realized Emily's clit would be way too sensitive after her earlier orgasms, so she moved to the rear target with her tongue. Emily let out a deep moan, but then returned the favor. Neither one wanted to lose this battle. Finally when she thought Milena was ready, Emily sucked Milena's clit in as far as she could and whipped it with her tongue. Milena was starting to get those involuntary shudders when Emily slipped her finger deep into Milena's rear orifice! Emily won!

Much later, when the girls had both recovered from the many orgasms they'd given each other, they showered together and decided to put a perfect cap on the day. Rather than dressing casually as they had done earlier, they went through Emily's stuff to find her sexiest outfits. Looking like the beautiful models they were, they went out for a night on the town.

Thank you to our MetArt member, Frank, 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 Meadow... a tribute to Genevieve

Genevieve: erotic fiction dedicated to beautiful MetArt blonde

Erotic fiction inspired by Genevieve Gandi

You stroll through the meadow in the heat of the day, naked as nature intended. Naked, because you want to feel the gentle stir of the breeze against your bare skin, ruffling your hair and teasing your nipples. All your senses seem intensified. The sounds of birdsong and insects buzzing among the wildflowers, the smell of your own sun-warmed skin, the vivid colors of earth and sky, all threaten to overwhelm you. Spreading a blanket, you sink to the ground, the tangled blades of grass and flowers surrounding you. Inhaling their perfume, you feel your body cradled by the earth, tuning in to the rhythm of your own beating heart. You've never felt so alive.

You feel your pulse surging through your core, heat spreading throughout your body, making your fingertips tingle. A light breeze kisses your skin, starting at your toes and sweeping up your leg, up between your thighs, caressing your pussy like a soft breath from a lover. All your attention is focused on this sweet tribute to your sex from the nature goddess herself.

Licking a finger, you run it around your stiffening nipple, feeling the air cool it as it hardens. It's pulsing, echoing the throb between your legs, a primal vibration that needs its release. Your fingers creep lower, stroking the hot, taut skin of your stomach, and lower still, over your plump mound of Venus. They skim the slick groove of your pussy; you slide them along the slippery channel again, lifting your creamy fingers to your mouth to taste yourself.

The sweet tang of your arousal engulfs your tastebuds, igniting a burning desire to be filled. You thrust your hand back between your legs, fingers gliding up and down between your pussy lips, searching out the tremor that occurs each time they hit the sweet spot. Your free hand roams over your body, squeezing your nipples, brushing hair from your face; then pressing down on its partner to increase the pressure as three wriggling fingers push their way into your honeyed hole.

Turning onto your knees, your face buried in the warm blanket, you feel the full force of the sun bless your upturned pussy as your expose yourself to its bright gaze. You pause for a moment, acutely aware of every sensation coursing through your body, then plunge your fingers back inside to pursue the rising crescendo of your pleasure. Riding your fingers, rocking your hips, you let out a cry of ecstasy that rings through the still air as your orgasm sweeps over you.

Trembling, you sink back to the ground, your pulse racing, your fingers and thighs drenched with your juices. And as your breathing slows and your eyes drift closed, you feel the earth gently rock you to sleep...

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The Staircase… a tribute to Sabrisse

Sabrisse: erotic fiction inspired by Metart beauty

Erotic fiction inspired by Sabrisse

You stand there, perfectly composed, on the wooden staircase. On your tiptoes, knowing the arch of your pretty feet will stoke the surge of desire swelling inside me. Your white lace bodysuit is cut high over your hips, emphasizing your fine bones and giving a tantalising hint of what lies beneath. The swell of your cleavage, hair sweeping silkily across it, invites my touch. But not yet...

Confident you have my full attention, you bend over, wiggle your hips at me. Then you sit, lifting your toes high so I get a flash of white fabric between your sweet thighs. You slide one strap down over your shoulder, cupping your hand beneath your breast with a naughty smile. I let out an involuntary gasp... I want to touch you, I want to touch myself, but that would spoil your game.

Now you spread your legs and snap open the poppers at the crotch of your bodysuit, moving it aside so I can see your beautiful pussy. Your fingers brush downwards, grazing the fluffy line of hair that leads to those delicate pink folds. I inch closer, breathing more heavily, all my willpower focused on restraining the urge to reach out and touch your shiny hair, kiss those parted lips.

With a naughty giggle, you shimmy out of the bodysuit altogether and stand there naked, high on your pointed toes again, letting me feast my eyes on your smooth skin. You blush a little under the heat of my gaze, but you don't look away. Instead you sink gracefully down again, spreading your legs wider, letting me see the full glory of that sweet pink haven. Is that a hint of moisture I see glistening within? My mouth waters at the thought.

You turn away, showing me your firm bottom, the curves daring me to move closer still. Your strong, slender frame excites me more than I can say. Teasing me now, you sink to your knees, legs spread, pussy gently opening like a flower. You laugh delightedly at the expression of naked hunger on my face.

Rising to your feet, you begin to sashay up the stairs, your hips swaying. Halfway up, you turn to beckon me. Is there any doubt I will follow?

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