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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 Sinister Effects Of SESTA

About the author: Allison Leigh is a pornographer, producer, polyamorist, and professional kinkster. When sexuality is business, business is fun! 

If you’re at all concerned about US politics or internet freedoms, you’re likely to be aware of SESTA-FOSTA. The controversial sex trafficking bill was passed by the Senate with a startling 97–2 roll call vote on March 21st, and signed into law on April 11th. SESTA-FOSTA is aimed at curbing human trafficking by removing CDA Section 230 harbors for websites that host potential sex traffickers, but its effects have already reached far further. Sex workers and internet freedom advocates are outspokenly protesting the bill, saying that it not only censors online speech, but puts consensual sex workers in real danger. 

Removing the protections of the Communications Decency Act means that websites are held legally culpable for activity they host - which upon initial reading, might sound like a good thing. However, the implications are more far-reaching than the stated intent of the bill, essentially removing the ability for sex workers to screen clientele, post advertising, and discuss their work, including sharing resources like “bad date lists” and mental health support. 

The moment SESTA-FOSTA left the US Senate, its dramatic reach began to emerge. Under the new laws, any discussion of sex work might now be considered discussion of sexual trafficking - and websites that host those conversations are shutting down left and right to avoid prosecution. Even before it was signed into law, many sites shuttered these conversations. Within 24 hours, Reddit closed their “escorts,” “male escorts,” “hookers,” and “sugar daddy” forums. Craigslist removed their personals section entirely - a move that is statistically significant, as the website’s presence has been proven to increase the safety of sex workers, reducing related homicides by 17 percent.

As the wave of changes continues, dozens of sites have closed entirely, and plenty of mainstream providers have reinforced the anti-sexuality sentiment in their terms of service, and stepped up their enforcement. Sex workers on Twitter have reported having their Google Drives wiped of content. Private Skype calls and Instagram DM’s are now subject to censorship of sexual content, and Instagram has been closing accounts. Porn sites are shuttering their comments sections and membership profiles to avoid potential violations. 

Until the government begins to enforce these laws and we can learn more about how they will be applied, their effects are unknown and potentially vast, as basically any form of communication can be used to “promote or facilitate” sex trafficking. The practical effect is that sexual speech on the internet is now subject to scrutiny, or being prevented altogether by cautious websites wishing to avoid a lawsuit. 

Despite its impact on the lives of consensual sex workers, and the erosion of online free speech, SESTA-FOSTA actually does little to accomplish its goal of fighting human trafficking. Recently closed website BackPage, charged with facilitating prostitution and money laundering, was a commonly used medium for finding traffickers and trafficking victims; its loss will take their business further underground and make trafficking harder to fight, putting more people in danger. This is what sex workers are most worried about - that they are being driven further into the dark, away from the resources that protect them.

Sex workers are responding to the new laws by fleeing social media in droves. Some have started their own networking websites based in other countries, in the hope of avoiding law enforcement and continuing to screen their clientele safely; sites like “Switter” - sex worker twitter - are cropping up across the web, though there are no protections offered by such changes. Organizations like Sex Workers Outreach Project, Free Speech Coalition, and the Adult Performer Advocacy Committee are offering support, and Twitter accounts like @pornlaw, run by lawyer Michael Fattorosi, are reaching out with advice and workshops on moving forward safely under the new restrictions.

At first read, SESTA-FOSTA sounds like an altruistic bill aimed at catching the bad guys and holding websites liable instead of allowing them to evade what seems like their responsibility. It was endorsed by celebrities who told sob stories about how these websites were havens for traffickers, and how shutting them down would save lives. In reality, it is a nightmarishly nonspecific web of potential implications for free speech, sexuality, and the safety of consensual sex workers and trafficking victims alike. We can only hope that the inevitable legal battle forces the Supreme Court to turn their eyes toward the subject and overturn these erroneous decisions as unconstitutional under the Second Amendment. 

This post first appeared on MyErotica.com

REFERENCES:

Cole, Samantha. “Trump Just Signed SESTA/FOSTA, a Law Sex Workers Say Will Literally Kill Them.” Motherboard, Vice.com, 11 Apr. 2018, motherboard.vice.com/en_us/article/qvxeyq/trump-signed-fosta-sesta-into-law-sex-work

De Angelo, Gregory J. Craigslist’s Effect on Violence Against Women. gregoryjdeangelo.com/workingpapers/Craigslist5.0.pdf

Fattorosi, Michael. “How Does FOSTA Impact Camming, Dating, Porn & Tube Sites…” AdultBizLaw.com, AdultBizLaw.com, 15 Apr. 2018, adultbizlaw.com/2018/04/15/how-does-fosta-impact-camming-dating-porn-tube-sites/amp/

French, Michael. “Backpage.com Prosecutors Reveal New Details on Site Shutdown Case.” AVN, 17 Apr. 2018, avn.com/business/articles/legal/backpagecom-prosecutors-reveal-new-details-on-site-shutdown-case-772645.html

“Roll Call Vote on Passage of HR 1865 SESTA/FOSTA / Last Vote of the Day | Senate Democratic Leadership.” The Floor, Senate Democrats , 21 Mar. 2018, www.democrats.senate.gov/2018/03/21/roll-call-vote-on-passage-of-hr-1865-last-vote-of-the-day

 

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The American Crusade Against Porn

About the author: Allison Leigh is a pornographer, producer, polyamorist, and professional kinkster. When sexuality is business, business is fun! 

Guns, God, and “good ol’ boys” – the United States evokes a certain image. With liberal coasts divided by a broad band of socially conservative states, the US has a reputation for being the redneck “man’s man” of the world; so why are so many states trying to curtail pornography? In this age where over 30 percent of data transmitted over the internet is adult entertainment, what effect would a moratorium on erotic images and videos have?

In a voice vote that has attracted much scrutiny, the Florida House of Representatives passed a resolution recently declaring porn a “public health risk” that “states a need for education, research and policy changes to protect Floridians, especially teenagers, from pornography.” It stands out in a bleak contrast to the same House’s overwhelming “no” to an assault rifle ban, a decision that was debated for a brief three minutes earlier that session, just days after a shooting at a high school in Broward, Florida that took 17 lives. Surely guns are more of a threat to public health than erotica?

Florida’s decision is not without precedent. In April of 2016, Utah passed a similar resolution through their legislature, and before that, the conservative state created the position widely referred to as a “Porn Czar” to oversee complaints and issues arising from erotic entertainment. Both Florida and Utah’s non binding resolutions could be considered challenges to the First Amendment decision reached in 1973’s Miller v. California, in which the Supreme Court found that erotic materials could only be restricted if they met three requirements applying community standards of offensiveness, with final say being given to the courts to determine if the work lacks “serious literary, artistic, political, or scientific value.”

Attorney General candidate and Florida Representative Ross Spano (R) said, “there is research that finds a connection between pornography use and mental and physical illnesses, forming and maintaining intimate relationships and deviant sexual behavior.” However, psychologists working in the field disagree; Columbia University Mailman School of Public Health associate professor Eric Schrimshaw told CNN that “...Evidence also suggests that it is not pornography in general that may be correlated with potential negative outcomes.”

Scapegoating porn and “porn addiction” as a catch-all for intimacy problems has become a commonplace topic amongst moral conservatives. However, the stigma against enjoying adult entertainment may prove to be far more harmful to the psyche. Research performed by Joshua Grubbs of Case Western shows that “seeing oneself as a porn addict is predicted not by how much porn one views, but by the degree of religiosity and moral attitudes towards sex.” Now, Grubbs has published explosive follow-up research, demonstrating that believing oneself is addicted to porn actually causes pain and psychological problems, in contrast to the idea that identifying as a porn addict is a step on the road to recovery.

Sexuality is an integral part of the human experience, and enjoyment of eroticism is a healthy part of that. Far from simply being a way to privately blow off steam, studies suggest that viewing erotic materials leads to increased arousability and higher sex drive throughout life, a fact that should surprise exactly no one who watches porn. 40 million Americans are self-described pornography users; in reality the number is likely far higher, skewed by social stigma against the habit. Erotica has been a part of human life since the Paleolithic era, and puritanical edicts like the ones from Florida and Utah do nothing for public health, save to damage our collective sexual psyche.

This post first appeared on MyErotica.com

 

REFERENCES:

1. Anapol, Avery. "Florida House declares porn a public health risk shortly after denying assault rifle ban." The Hill. February 21, 2018. Accessed February 22, 2018. http://thehill.com/homenews/state-watch/374816-florida-house-votes-to-declare-porn-a-public-health-risk-within-an-hour

2. Chen, Jason. "Finally, Some Actual Stats on Internet Porn." Gizmodo. June 01, 2010. Accessed February 22, 2018. https://gizmodo.com/5552899/finally-some-actual-stats-on-internet-porn

3. Domonoske, Camila. "Utah Declares Porn A Public Health Hazard." NPR. April 20, 2016. Accessed February 22, 2018. https://www.npr.org/sections/thetwo-way/2016/04/20/474943913/utah-declares-porn-a-public-health-hazard

4. Grubbs, J. B. "Perceived addiction to Internet pornography and psychological distress: Examining relationships concurrently and over time." American Psychological Association. Accessed February 22, 2018. http://psycnet.apa.org/record/2015-42188-001

5. Howard, Jacqueline. "Is porn really a 'public health crisis'?" CNN. September 02, 2016. Accessed February 22, 2018. https://www.cnn.com/2016/07/15/health/porn-public-health-crisis/index.html

6. Leigh, Allison. "The Key to Desire." MetArt Blog: The key to desire: how to unlock this life-enhancing drive. Accessed February 22, 2018. https://www.metart.com/blog/20180216/The_key_to_desire__how_to_unlock_this_life_enhancing_drive/

7. Ley, David J. "Your Belief in Porn Addiction Makes Things Worse." Psychology Today. September 15, 2015. Accessed February 22, 2018. https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/women-who-stray/201509/your-belief-in-porn-addiction-makes-things-worse

8. "Miller v. California, 413 U.S. 15 (1973)." Justia Law. Accessed February 22, 2018. https://supreme.justia.com/cases/federal/us/413/15/

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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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MetArt in 2017: our artists

In 2017 a total of 1,472 postings of photosets and movies appeared on MetArt. 48 different artists contributed, from the most-featured, Matiss, with 217 appearances (see his pic of Genevieve Gandi above) to six artists who had just one appearance each during the year. An average of 29 artists appeared each month. Only ten artists appeared in all twelve months.

As Rose posted in September, we lost our second longest tenured artist when Slastyonoff passed away in 2017. He had debuted as an artist on June 28, 2003. If you’re wondering, the current longest tenured artist is Natasha Schon, who debuted on June 22, 2002. (In the “Archive” section dates don’t appear so all of this is based on our history as it appears now).

On the brighter side, 2017 saw the introduction of seven new artists. A notable new arrival was Alis Locanta, and while this was his first year to appear on MetArt, debuting on New Year’s Day, he is an award-winning director for the Network with his movies on SexArt, where he has been in residence since 2012, and is also a regular contributor to MetArt X, The Life Erotic and Viv Thomas. Another MetArt newbie of note is Tora Ness, who since her debut on April 16 has had 48 postings, and is still climbing in her personal rating.

The artist ratings are fun for a stat hound such as myself. In the current top ten, at the time of writing, we have six who have contributed new work this year: Antonio Clemens, Erro, Arkisi, Catherine, Rylsky and Leonardo. It’s interesting to see the new artists as they start to acquire a following, and also to browse for artists who are no longer active.

Rylsky is currently the most published artist. Since his debut on May 17, 2006, he has featured 1,596 times to date, quite an achievement! In 2017 he had 123 photosets and movies featured.  

Not all artists are full time photographers who specialize in nudes, or in fact any professional photo work, for their primary living income. They come from many different backgrounds, and live in many different parts of the world. However, they do have one thing in common, apart from an appreciation of the female form; every artist I have ever met invests their ego into their work, be it painting, photography, sculpture, even performance art, they are expressing their vision through their artistry. In my opinion, what makes MetArt unique is the variety we get from having so many different artists contributing work. My hope for 2018 is that more members will embrace this variety and try to respect each individual artist for sharing their personal vision with us.  

 

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The MetArt 50+ Club: an update

The creation of the MetArt 50+ Club grew from my suggestion that we needed a MetArt “Hall of Fame” for the artistic nude models who had proved most popular over the years. We chose to honor any model who achieved 50 or more appearances during their career. There were over 40 gorgeous girls on our original list when MetArt's Head Writer, Rose, introduced the 50+ Club on the blog with the induction of stunning Divina A (pictured above) on March 11, 2016.

With sexy Sapphira A’s induction on December 13, 2017, we have recognized 31 models so far. We currently have an additional 14 models already qualified for entry. There are also nine active models with over 40 appearances each that may well reach 50 before long. This year we have seen a number of models qualify, but even with these additions it has remained at about 1 percent of the total number of MetArt models. While Rose posts by moving up our list, whenever we see a model has just reached 50 appearances she posts them at the first opportunity.

Our next inductee from the original list is Erro’s muse Altea B, who had 72 appearances before her presumed retirement. But model turned director Michelle H aka Red Fox stands at 49 appearances, so she may well get there first.

While there is no requirement that a model was ever a Top Ten red flag holder, many of the retired models inducted had that status, in some cases many times. But others on the list never got a red flag – hot redhead Mia Sollis is an example. Mia had just reached 50 on April 8, 2016 when she became the third model we inducted. She has remained active and as of her November 5, 2017 photoset she has 71 appearances, which puts her almost equal to Altea B. Mia never got a red flag but her 9.16 rating keeps her still in the top 100 rated models. If you read my recent blog piece on the Top Ten you will deduce that no 50+ Club member will ever get back into today’s Top Ten.

It is my understanding, confirmed by Rose, that an update that will allow searching for 50+ Club members is in the works. When we get to our #1 model we will make a complete list available. Stay tuned! Watch for your favorites. 

 

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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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MetArt’s Top Ten models – a member’s analysis

Our resident historian and statistician Frank is today’s guest blogger, with a review of our current Top Ten and his impressions of how it works.

A little background: when we started the 50+ Club it was conceived as a way of honoring models whose careers were significant in making MetArt what it is today, the best artistic nude site on the internet. One of the statistics I give on each model inducted is how many times she has appeared in the Top Ten, which is marked with a red flag.

It became obvious that the old saying “out of sight, out of mind” was in play here, as many models with many red flags to their names are falling far down the ranking. Let’s take Iveta B as an example. If you look her up (on Classic view) now, you will find she is listed as #737 out of 3404 models (on the New site she is #176; all stats correct at time of writing). She debuted on June 30, 2006 and earned a red flag on her 14th appearance on January 13, 2007. She has had 74 Top Ten placements, 74 red flags, with the last coming on May 18, 2011. She is #4 on the 50+ Club list, with 93 appearances. This type of record will probably never be equaled for several reasons.

Before we go on, it must be noted that getting into the Top Ten is not a requirement for getting to the 50+ Club. Our newest inductee Mango A, for example, has 52 appearances on MetArt but no red flag Top Ten placements, even though she is the highest rated member of the 50+ Club right now.

When we started the 50+ Club, several of our models appeared in or near the Top Ten such as Lorena B, our most posted active model with 91 appearances. So what has changed?

Nothing here should be viewed as a complaint about the Top Ten ratings but rather to point out how it has evolved into what it is today. While it is my belief that models have always been rated on MetArt, the earliest red flag Top Ten I found came on January 1, 2007, awarded to Nikky Fox.

Several things happened when the New MetArt site was introduced. On Classic, when you bring up the model list, the numeric position by rating for each model is listed. This doesn’t happen on the New site. The models are still placed in order but on New no numbers are shown. The heading for each model on their home page was also changed to give more statistical information, including a whole Ranking box. In addition if you look at the model’s headshot picture on their home page for the top 99, a little gray icon appears in the lower right corner showing their current placing. The Red Flag is much more visible on the Classic model page but is still there on New, just hidden under the little + sign icon, and on the cover when you click on the photoset.

Now let’s look at today’s Top Ten (as of September 30). Gloria Sol is currently #1, being the only model with a 9.29 rating based on 2,028 votes. In today’s Top Ten, she also leads with eight Red Flags out of 19 appearances, which makes her also leading the appearances table. Four models, tied at 9.28, are listed as #2 through #5. Carolina Sweets was the only new model to join the Top Ten in September and came in at #10 with a 9.25 rating based on 548 votes after only two appearances. In fact, except for Mila Azul, with 17 appearances (now #2 with a 9.28 rating based on 2,125 votes), the other eight Top Ten models have only a total of 41 appearances between them. Of the current Top Ten, all but three were new models this year. The other three debuted in 2016. As K, MetArt's Content Manager, tries not to feature models more than once a month, all of these models are years away from the 50+ Club.

If you look at the numbers, any model with less than a 9.24 rating as of today has almost no chance of ever making the Top Ten. Why? In theory each member can only vote once on each model. Most models get most of their votes in their first couple of appearances and once that model has established her base score the ability to move that is limited. The more votes she has, the less chance of moving her base. She is at the mercy of more members discovering her and voting, or her photoset being good enough or bad enough to get a member to change their vote. Take as an example Mango, again. Her base was established by many sets with Vlad. With her vote total at 4,374 votes, think what it would take to change her 9.18 rating by as little as 0.01. There are nine other models sitting on 9.18, one of these being Katie A, our most recent 50+ Club inductee.

To give you a feel for how fluid this whole Top Ten thing is, I found that on October 1 another new model had won a Red Flag, Riley Anne. This was only her second set to be posted. Her debut “Presenting” set was posted on September 1, 2017. It now shows she had 52,660 views and a 9.25 rating based on 558 votes. Compare that to her set from October 1, which gained an 8.68 rating based on 158 votes after 9,688 views. Her rating box only shows the previous week at #110. Her home page shows a 9.26 member rating based on 510 ratings with 6,008 views. Will Riley Anne with her 9.26 base hold her rating up as more members rate her and let her keep her Top Ten status? We will see!

I am sure every model dreams of being able to say she made it into the Top Ten, with the threshold now at about that 9.26 mark. For many it will remain just that, a dream!

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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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The Ruins: for Berenice

A poem inspired by Berenice in “Tholes

 

Here a Goddess lies,

her brilliance unmatched by the sun

 

Her perfect curves shadow the earth,

hiding the horizon from view

 

On the banks of the shores she lies,

resting her feet in the sand

 

Each glance of her glory and grace,

marks the day anew

 

Here a Goddess dances,

her grace unmatched by the wind

 

Her limber length stretched high,

as the air kisses her skin

 

She makes the thunderous skies glow,

with her epic smile

 

On the ruins of the earth she stands,

giving the sundered ground its purpose

 

Her ravishing ebullience beams through striking eyes,

making me drown beneath the surface.

 

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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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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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    Don't see "implants." The administrators must have censored it. Personally, I prefer exotic models with bigger breast than I have..

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