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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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Upskirt flasher knows just what she wants!

Erotic fiction inspired by Alecto in "Waves of Blue"

Admit it, getting an unexpected glimpse up a hot babe’s skirt in public is an instant turn on. Well let me tell you about how a recent upskirt experience led to me getting the most surprising sex of my life.

I was in Santa Monica having won an all expenses paid trip for exceeding my sales target, and not being a great sun lover decided to spend my first afternoon sinking a few beers in an air conditioned watering-hole. The place was pretty much deserted because it was the kind of scorching hot day that packs beaches not bars, which suited me just fine – especially as the bar worker was a beautiful brunette named Lydia, who had a body to die for.

I ordered a beer, but before Lydia poured it she bent over and reached down to get something off one of the lower shelves. As she did so the shortness of her skirt meant that I was able to catch a very quick glimpse of her panties. When she stood up Lydia seemed unaware that she’d just given me an eyeful, and poured my drink.

I sat at the bar reading a book, but didn’t really pay much attention to the words as I was preoccupied with the possibility of catching more of Lydia’s upskirt action. I didn’t have to wait long. I swear it was less than five minutes before she bent down again, this time for longer. Her panties were so tight you could see every contour of her pussy. It was all I could do to stop myself gasping out loud, and my cock started to stiffen in my pants. By the fourth time Lydia performed her little upskirt show, her panties had developed a distinctly wet patch on them. I swear, it was becoming more than I could take, but I wasn’t about to start complaining.

Lydia and I started chatting, and for the next couple of hours we talked about anything and everything, but to me it all seemed tinged with an undercurrent of sexual heat – or did I imagine that because of the upskirt flashes?

Suddenly, half a dozen guys stumbled into the bar. To say they were loud was an understatement. I knew immediately that whatever had been going on between me and Lydia would end; what I didn’t expect was that my supposition about our conversation would prove correct.

As the guys gathered in a booth at the far end of the bar and argued about whose round it was, Lydia stepped back, turned around and bent forward. Her skirt rode up, she slid a hand between her slightly parted legs and pulled her panties aside to expose her plump lipped, shaven pussy. The flash lasted no more than a couple of seconds, but it was enough to give me instant wood.

When she stood back up, Lydia smiled and said, “Do you want to come back later, after I’ve closed the bar?”

I managed to keep my cool and replied, “You know it… around midnight?” She nodded and winked, and I left, hiding my hard-on behind my book.

As arranged, I bowled up to the bar at midnight. The door was locked, so I knocked and waited. By the time Lydia came and unlocked it, my cock was already starting to get hard again. Once I was inside, I figured we’d start with a drink, but no. Lydia was a few steps in front of me when she dropped the bar towel she was carrying. When she bent down to retrieve it her skirt rode up, as it had done all afternoon, but this time, to my utter delight, she wasn’t wearing panties. It was only a teasing glimpse though. She stood straight back up and immediately took control.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw you,” she purred.

“Oh yeah,” I replied. “What’s that?”

“This,” she said, and knelt down in front of me, unzipped my pants and pulled them down around my ankles. She took out my rock hard cock and slid it between her lips and halfway down her throat. Despite my not being big into blowjobs, based on the fact that whenever I’d had them in the past they’d proved unsatisfactory, Lydia sure knew what she was doing. She worked around my cockhead with her tongue, her pace accelerating as she rocked her head back and forth.

With just her lips around my tip, she stopped, looked up and winked at me. I took her gesture as an invitation to take over. So I gripped her head and started thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth, slowly so as not to make her gag. That wasn’t exactly what Lydia wanted though, and she proved it by unexpectedly grabbing my ass cheeks and yanking me hard against her face, forcing my cock deep down her throat. I did what was evidently expected of me and started slamming away relentlessly. As I did so, I glanced down and saw that Lydia had one hand under her skirt and was frigging her pussy like crazy. She loved the cock, that’s for sure, and I was happy to oblige her with mine.

I felt myself nearing boiling point and my thighs started to tremble slightly. Lydia knew instantly what that meant and she was having none of it. Unfortunately, I was closer to coming than she thought, and as she was pulling her head off my cock I unloaded into her mouth. Lydia spluttered but swallowed.

“That better not be all you’ve got,” she said, wiping a few stray specks of jizz from her lips with the back of her hand. She led me into the back room where there was a sofa, bent over one end of it with her skirt hiked up around her waist and pointed at her pussy.

I dived straight in and ran the tip of my tongue up and down her super wet slit, before driving it deep inside. I gripped her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled her hard against my face, slurping down her sex juice and exploring every fold of her pussy flesh.

“That feels awesome, “Lydia said with a long drawn out sigh. “But I want your cock inside me, and I want it now!” Luckily I was hard again even though I’d just come, because she tasted so good. As I lined up the head of my cock with her soaked snatch, she reached a hand behind her, grabbed my shaft and started rubbing it harshly against her clit. I groaned loudly, louder when she guided it inside her. When she had me about halfway inside her welcoming slot, she stopped – then slammed back hard onto me, driving me inside her to the hilt. Her wet pussy walls gripped me tightly as she thrust herself on and off my bone, and I closed my eyes drowning in ecstasy.

Suddenly I sensed that Lydia was doing more than just screwing me senseless. When I opened my eyes I saw that she was rummaging around in her bag. She pulled out a sizeable dildo and thrust it at me. “Use your imagination!” she grinned.

With my cock wedged deep inside Lydia’s pussy, I spat several times on the end of the dildo – which was of the realistic cock and balls variety – and gently rubbed the tip of it against her asshole. She wriggled her rear and gasped, “Quit fooling around and give it to me – hard!”

I’d never been with someone as dominant as Lydia, but I was sure as hell enjoying every moment of it, and bent to her every demand. I pulled back the dildo and dribbled more saliva onto the puckered entrance of her ass.

“What you waiting for!” she yelled. I pushed the tip of the dildo into her ass and she let out a long sigh of pure joy, so I rammed it inside her until the fake balls slammed against her ass cheeks and held it there. With one hand holding the dildo in place and the other gripping her ass, I pummeled her dripping wet pussy with my cock – hard, fast, and deep.

Lydia evidently loved double penetration, because her body started shaking uncontrollably and I could feel her pussy muscles clenching and unclenching around my thrusting shaft.

“Yes! Yes!” she howled. “Oh yes, give it to me! Just like that!” The moment her orgasm kicked in, so did mine. I pulled out quickly, and as my cock exited Lydia’s cunt she squirted juice all over my thighs, in unison with my unleashing my load all over the back of her blouse.

Lydia collapsed face down on the sofa with the dildo still wedged firmly in her ass. After a few moments she looked over her shoulder at me, grinned, and said, “Guess who gets free drinks for the rest of his vacation?”

 

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Ghosts, Episode One: Sexual Presence

An erotic fantasy inspired by Charles Lakante’s masterpiece “Radio Ghost,” featuring Paula Shy.

“Loneliness is a state of mind. There are no empty rooms, there are always eyes watching somewhere within.”

Paula was preparing herself for the night. She was excited and happy, wearing her favorite dress: a soft and simple black and white polka dot affair, thin as a veil and daring enough to make her unique exotic beauty shine.

Sitting at the living room’s large table, in front of three small handheld mirrors, Paula was finishing her make up with extreme care. She wanted to be perfect; she wanted herself to be beautiful in the deepest sense.

Paula was smiling, feeling very happy but impatient. She was finally ready, turning around in the chair and looking towards the stairs. Smiling gorgeously, like an exotic goddess, she wanted to impress, steal heartland breaths. She wanted to be herself.

The aura of an exciting night was all around her. When was the last time she had felt this happy and enthusiastic?

She couldn’t remember. As much as Paula tried to focus, like she was searching for a memory in a familiar smell, she just couldn’t remember when she’d last felt this way, nor why. It nagged at her conscious mind, scratching at the doors of her perception. Why was she so happy?

That sensation of unfamiliarity, of something hidden behind the walls, lurking, crawling, calling her name. The longer Paula concentrated on these abstracts, the more she lost the wonderful feeling. She stopped thinking about it; she didn’t want to lose that happiness…

Standing up, Paula’s face once again lit up with a smile. She felt beautiful, hot and sexy, her dress gently caressing her soft, perfect skin like an angel’s whisper.

Paula turned away from the table and slowly walked toward the stairs, stopping in front of the first step and glancing toward the partially closed door at the top of the stairs, waiting to be observed, admired and discovered.

The atmosphere in the living room changed imperceptibly, the temperature rising, the light becoming brighter, like a new presence had entered the room, circling Paula, watching her. Paula could feel its gaze upon her, admiring her from head to toe.

Its gaze was like a warm breeze, an intangible force, but Paula could feel those hungry eyes all over her body, especially on her naked skin – her legs and arms and slender neck. Paula could sense desire and hunger for her from this invisible watcher.

She could feel eyes roving over her bare shoulders, across her neck and chest, then flitting to her smooth calves and bare feet, lingering on her legs where the hem of her dress cast its shadow.

Its excitement grew the more it admired Paula, who felt this mysterious force draw close. Paula couldn’t move, but she was somehow used to its gaze. There was a familiarity to this moment. Feeling its excitement growing, its desire for Paula’s amazing beauty, made her feel flattered, loved. But more than that, excited.

Something changed around Paula; the air moved. It was still there, looking at her, but it was waiting for something to happen. For a brief instant, under its craven gaze, Paula lost contact with her body. Suddenly, a shiver shocked along her spine. Paula immediately understood, this time she was to be seduced.

Slowly, and with a sensuality born from familiarity, Paula circled the stairs, coming to rest against the handrail, her arms trailing up the metal of the bannisters. As soon as Paula raised her arms, the presence reacted: a breath of air under both Paula’s naked armpits. A sensation that most wouldn’t believe – Paula knew the presence was licking, kissing, caressing and yet no tongue traced her skin, no lips brushed her neck, no hands stroked her face. The air around Paula’s arms grew warmer, the heat of the presence’s desires mixed with an eternal frustration. Paula knew it couldn’t touch her body, but she could feel how much it wanted to. There were ways to make this pleasurable – teasing can turn us all on…

Paula’s teasing and hard seduction built towers of its frustration and desire, a skyscraper of passion. The presence didn’t like that game anymore, didn’t like that Paula was in control. In the blink of an eye the air changed again: it’s desire now pure hunger, no sense of control. Paula’s beauty and charm were the key to a bottomless Pandora’s box now open wide, the lock torn free.

It was seeing her from all angles, unseen eyes from every corner. Paula couldn’t move her arms, locked in position above her. She was not afraid, but a new, never before felt, sensation was filling her. Something slid deep inside her body, slipping between her lips like a dart. It was inside her!

“No, that’s impossible!”

Paula could feel it inside her and out, surrounding her, holding her closer than humanly possible. Magically, Paula’s dress opened, the zipper sliding slowly down, the straps slipping from her shoulders, and fell like a leaf to her feet. Goosebumps rose on her arms and calves as the dress caressed her naked flesh.

Paula, now exposed in black panties only, her breasts illuminated by the warm lights, giving her olive toned skin and hardening nipples a mouth-watering sheen, could feel eyes observing her closely. Her nipples stiffened, springing forward from her breasts. Her own excitement built – being dominated had always made her wet with desire.

With arms still stretched out above, Paula sensed something pause between her feet. It moved slowly up her calves and over her knees, lingering on her smooth, silky thighs, edging closer to her panties. All its energy and intensity where underwear met skin.

It was exciting feeling that breath over her pussy. Paula felt horny, so horny that her pussy juice began to moisten her panties, a dark stain spreading over the thin material. She knew that soon she would be unable to control herself.

She stood waiting for what seemed an eternity, then suddenly something clutched Paula’s hand, snaking around her wrist then wrapping around her upper arm. Caught by surprise, Paula was startled to see a white rope binding her to the stairs. Immediately, her panties were pulled down, as if a panther had torn them from her, and tossed aside carelessly.

Paula, now completely naked, was left vulnerable; a sexual plaything.

To be continued…

 

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Meeting Albina: a tale of youthful lust

Erotic fiction inspired by Alex Grey

Albina called me last week, out of the blue.

“This is Grayg?” she asked in her husky Russian accent.

I got weak at the knees, recognizing her voice at once. Albina was a frontliner for a pro volleyball team. They were in town for a game, but how did she know me? I had only seen her on TV.

“Sure, this is Greg. How did you get my number?”

“Snejanna is my friend. I am Albina. We talk. I say I'm in Seattle this week, and she tells me to call you, okay?”

I knew Snejanna. She’s a hot Russian girl who hangs out in some of the same bars and clubs I do. A very happy, very dirty girl. I spent a long afternoon sodomizing her perky asshole a year ago. A great memory.

“So what can I do for you, Albina?”

“Grayg. I am in town now. I need a man to be with, to show me around, and Snejanna tells me you are nice, no? Also a very special man, she says. Who knows what she likes… yes?”

What did that mean? “Albina, I do styling for models... but you are an athlete, right? You play volleyball… Do you want to move into modeling?”

“Maybe, I tell you when I see you. Want me to come see you?”

How could I resist? I invited her over to my place that afternoon. The truth was I had a crush on her. I'd seen her play and she was ferocious. They’d loft her those sets on the left side and she’d rise up and snap those praying mantis arms out and send spikes down from mid air; legs out straight from the waist with effort, and absolutely crushing blocks and defenders. She was a major talent and also a beautiful dream in a very long and tall sort of way. My pants were getting tight just thinking about her in her skintight mini-shorts and t-shirt.

I met her outside in the sun; she walked up to me looking like a sunshine daydream in tight slacks and a blouse. Wedge sandals made her as tall as me. She looked me straight in the eyes, grinned and kissed me long and deep.

“That is from Snejanna, okay? She says to tell you hi.”

“Uh okay… Hi to Snejanna. Come right in, Albina.” I could taste her on my lips.

“Sure Snejanna was right, Grayg, you are a big guy. Good. Very nice. Very tall.”

We sat on the screen porch and I poured her some wine. I asked if she wanted to quit volleyball and take up modeling. She told me no; she enjoyed playing.

“I was MVP this year,” she said, like it was nothing. “But I did some small modeling jobs and I liked that too. Snejanna said you are professional and you will tell me if I look good enough. What do you think?”

She was pretty enough, for sure, and I told her so. She blushed, suddenly looking cute and much less sophisticated.

“I think maybe you need to see a little bit more, to be sure?” Now it was my turn to blush, taken aback. She didn’t give me a chance to respond before she continued, “I will take a shower first…”

I led her to my photo studio, and told her we could take some test shots after she showered. She grinned when she saw the massage table.

“You can give me massage first, then photos!” she said. I wasn’t going to argue. I gave her a towel and a robe, and waited impatiently as she showered, wondering what the hell I was getting myself into. She came out and leaned against the wall, the robe hanging open. Her nipples stood out hard from her cute little breasts. Her body was tall, firm and athletic.

She was also a handful. She made a point to slide her butt between me and the table, and gave me a good grind and a smile. Down on the table, naked, she was a whole lot of girl. My eyes were glued to her buns, which were perfectly, smooth, tight and round and led to long, tapering, strong thighs. She had a beautiful back. I smoothed the oil on and she moaned and pushed her ass up when I pushed down, relaxing and spreading her cheeks apart with her hands so I could see everything.

“Grayg, my friend Snejanna told me you licked her ass real good. Look at my ass. Do you like it?”

I got real close. Her ass was spread open, glistening with oil. It was obvious she’d been playing with it in the shower. I felt lightheaded with lust.

“Albina, you are a very bad girl,” I croaked. She grinned at me, so I spanked her. I spanked her hard. She gasped and licked her lips. I pulled her cheeks open and leaned in, savoring the aroma of fresh girl. My boner was growing. I licked her ass, pushing with my lips and rolling my tongue until it loosened a little, then plunging my tongue inside and fucking her ass with it. My hands were holding up the points of her hipbones, my whiskery face rubbing between her smooth little cheeks. After a while her anus was gaping open so I could push my tongue right in.

I pulled off my pants and climbed up on the table behind her, my knees pushing her legs apart, hands on the table over her shoulders and her ass spread wide.

“Are you going to be a good girl now, Albina?”

“Oh no, never!” she laughed.

She gasped when I slid my penis in, her little round cheeks flushed and shining from her spanking. I am moderately long but very thick and it was difficult to enter completely. Now I knew what Albina wanted, I gave it to her hard, grinding into her sweet little butt deeper with each long thrust. She had me stiff and hot and throbbing deep inside her. Fucking her ass felt so great I had to hold back while I slammed her hard, my ballsack slapping on her pussy. Eventually she started whispering in Russian and then gasping and crying out while her anus contracted hard in fast little jerks around my shaft. I relaxed and let it go, my hips slamming her hard, involuntarily, as I filled her with sticky cream.

“Come on old man, you need a shower!” With one hand wrapped around my boner she led me into the bathroom. “You stink like goat!” She handed me her glass of wine and a little blue pill. “Take this, Grayg. You are going to need it.”

“What the hell are you doing with an old guy like me, Albina?” I just had to ask. “How old are you anyway? Don’t you have a nice boyfriend?”

“Lot of questions, Grayg! I am nineteen. No boyfriend. Guys my age are scared of me! I like men, not boys. Old men like you! Besides, old guys are tough and you fuck like goat too!”

She kissed me. Her lips were so soft I couldn’t stop. I spun her around and knelt so my face was level with her bottom. I licked her anus and licked it more until it was nice and clean and all my semen was gone. We showered and dried off.

“Let’s take those pictures, Albina,” I suggested.

“Let’s make a video instead,” she countered. “Maybe video is more fun for me, right? I like to fuck more than I like to pose for pictures…. Okay, no more talking.” She touched her pussy. “Down here I am getting lonely…”

 

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Tan lines and temptation

Erotic fiction inspired by Nika O

I recently went on a training course, which meant I had to stay in a hotel for a few days. It was interesting to meet people who worked for our other offices, especially Lori, one of the girls lecturing on the course – to say she turned me on would be an understatement. From the moment Lori and I started chatting, I could feel my pussy getting wet, especially when she looked at me with her piercing green eyes. It got even worse when she leaned down to adjust the strap of her shoe, the neckline of her blouse pulling open just enough to give me a flash of tan line. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

A couple of evenings into the course, we were having a drink in the hotel bar together when I was suddenly hit by an incredible wave of lust. I didn’t feel comfortable making a play for Lori, so I made a rapid excuse to go up to my room – where I spent half the night fingering myself thinking about her. Several orgasms later my body was tingling so much it was impossible to sleep, so I was wide awake when the phone rang.

It was Lori. “I can’t sleep,” she purred down the line. “I’ve been thinking about how much I want to be with you, how much I want to… you know.”

Surprised, but oh so happy to hear Lori’s admission, I said, “I too have a confession.”

“What might that be?” she replied, and I imagined she was smiling when she said it.

“I’ve been frigging myself silly thinking about you,” I replied.

“Well…” she drawled, “I was doing the same thinking about you, when I decided that my bed’s too big for one person, and I’d love you to join me.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but managed to compose myself enough to ask her room number. A moment later, wearing just a bathrobe, I knocked gently on Lori’s door. She opened it wearing sexy black and white lingerie. She took my hand and pulled me into the room, then pushed me against the wall and started kissing me voraciously, tugging my robe open. The feeling of her warm body against mine was incredible.

Lori grabbed my hand and guided it between her legs, inside her panties, until just the tips of my fingers slipped into her sodden slit.

“This is how wet you make me,” she whispered as we backed towards the bed.

We sank down onto the white sheets, and I took my time removing Lori’s underwear, enjoying the sight of her beautiful body. Her tan lines accentuated her perky breasts, and her nipples got really hard as I gently pinched and sucked them. Lori sighed with pleasure, gasping as I pulled off her panties and let my fingers trail down to her smooth pussy, sliding between the folds and occasionally lingering on her clit and rubbing it. As I went a little harder and faster, she spread her legs wide, juice dribbling out of her slot and coating my fingers.

“Lick me, eat me – now!” she begged. Her back was arched and she was fondling her own breasts, tugging hard on her nipples. I lowered my head and parted her pussy with eager fingers so I could indulge myself in the flesh flower that bloomed before me. At first I teased with the tip of my tongue, dipping it rapidly in and out like a hummingbird. But Lori tasted so good I couldn’t resist pushing deeper inside her hotness, licking furiously and lapping up her cream.

Lori started shaking uncontrollably, her legs scissoring around my head. As she hit boiling point and her orgasm kicked in, she was shrieking out her pleasure, and I put my hand over her mouth to stifle her, for fear of waking our colleagues in the adjoining rooms.

She came hard and went limp beneath me, drained – but not for long. Still panting, she rolled me onto my back, straddling me and rubbing her body against mine, stroking me all over with her hard nipples. I shuddered with excitement, reaching down between my legs to palm my clit. Lori slapped my hand away so she could use her own.

I splayed my legs and held them high at the ankles, and Lori dived between my legs and started teasing my clit with her tongue, before plunging it deep inside my sticky, pink slit. The way she wormed her tongue around inside me made my head spin, and overwhelming pleasure flooded my body. It wasn’t long before I was on the verge of orgasm, and I gripped the sheets as I thrashed around beneath Lori.

I was just about to come when she flipped me over onto my front and started rubbing her juiced-up fingers over my ass cheeks. She dipped them back inside my pussy for a moment, then slid one inside my tight, puckered asshole. With fingers in my pussy and ass and her other hand rubbing my clit, Lori made me come harder than I ever had before in my life. I thought I would pass out from the intensity.

After we’d both calmed down, we had a very late nightcap and I went back to my room. Needless to say, neither of us had any trouble sleeping after such vigorous sex. I struggled not to look too much like the cat that got the cream when I joined my colleagues for breakfast the next morning…

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Shibari – the erotic art of rope bondage

From the outside, looking in, it’s easy to see how you might think Shibari is all about BDSM and sex play, but the truth is far more complex than that. Its origins lie far back in Japan’s 14th century feudal system where a form of rope bondage known as Hojojutsu was used by Samurai to restrain their prisoners. Samurai lived under a strict code of honor; a prisoner was to be treated well, thus the binding techniques used were a reflection of the status the captive held. The rigging itself became an art form through the ages, and then in the 1800s a new form of erotic Hojojutsu emerged, which evolved into the Shibari we know today. Shibari practitioners consider it an art form, clearly taking it far above the realm of sadomasochism. Beyond the fact that one participant will be tied up while the other does the tying, there is little in the way of domination.

When I tell people that I like being tied up, they generally think of dungeons, dress up and roleplay – getting handcuffed to the bed or roped into a position that is primarily sexual – but this is far from the reality. Shibari isn’t about sex. That’s not to say that I don’t have sex after a Shibari session, only that it doesn’t happen every time. It’s not even about the relationship between me and the rope artist. Of course, we do have a relationship, and a very good one, but when we practise Shibari, for me at least, it is about the release.

It is a paradox that when I am bound, when I am as far from physical freedom as it is possible to get, I am also at my freest. When I am unable to move because of the constraints – knots that are tied to ensure that even the slightest of movements is restricted – I feel free of all the day’s anxieties and stresses. Perhaps it is because I am unable to do anything about these daily problems that I feel so free. Perhaps it is because, in order for Shibari to work, I have to put myself entirely in the hands of another. It’s probably a mixture of the two, to tell you the truth, because I often flit between these two explanations, depending on who I am explaining it to.

There are many ways we enjoy Shibari. Some sessions are entirely for my benefit, involving lots of convoluted knots and binds, often with me being suspended from the ceiling in some way that means if I close my eyes I lose all sense of where I am, as if I’m floating in a cloud. Other sessions are more for my partner’s benefit, and these can go one of two ways. He enjoys the beauty of the ropes, binding me in dazzling ways that somehow seem to emphasize my body’s appeal. And then there are those times when the sessions end with us fucking, where he suspends me from the ceiling and binds me so that certain parts of me are exposed…

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Private graduation party

Erotic fiction inspired by Cira Nerri

The graduation ceremony was about to begin as I sat down in my designated seat in the back row. I was thinking how I wouldn’t miss going to class, but would definitely miss being around the babes, when the girl sitting next to me turned around and said hello. It took me a moment before I realized it was my lab partner of the last four years, who, with the aid of a makeover, had transformed from studious geek to knockout goddess.

“Hey,” I replied, in disbelief. I wanted to say more, but froze up every time I tried.

Halfway through the roll call she leaned over and whispered, “Do you like my new look? I did it for you, you know.” I was speechless. Even more so when she added, “This is a thank you for helping me get through biology,” grabbed my hand and slid it under her gown.

As she pushed my hand between her open legs I realized she wasn’t wearing panties and was already wet. I got an instant boner, and as she stroked it through my pants I smiled, knowing that my fellow graduates were completely unaware of what was going on.

Moments later our names were called. Panic stricken, I worried that everyone would see my full-on erection as I walked across the stage. The girl had a wet spot on her gown, but it didn’t seem to bother her; something she reiterated when we threw our caps triumphantly in the air at the close of the ceremony and she flashed me – her boobs defying gravity with their perkiness.

My new best friend pulled me towards her and said, “You’re coming back to my place, right now.” I nodded, and we were out of there in a flash.

Back at her apartment, the moment we were through the door she whipped my cock out of my pants. Her eyes looked like they were about to pop out of her head as she exclaimed, “OMG… I never imagined it would be so big!” She dropped to her knees, thrust it eagerly into her mouth and sucked on it sloppily.

I groaned with frustration when she stopped, but before I got a chance to ask her why, she started tearing off her clothes – so I did the same. Once we were both naked she resumed what she was doing. She gave great head, taking my cock balls deep in her mouth while she fingered her smooth-shaven pussy.

When she eventually came up for air, she gave the head of my cock such a super strong suck I thought I’d come right then and there – but thankfully I managed to hold back.

To my complete amazement she turned away, did a handstand up the wall, and giggled, “Eat me!” Without hesitation I grabbed her legs, buried my face between them and went to town. I was in kind of a bent-over position, which I guess could have been uncomfortable if she hadn’t taken my mind off it by wrapping her mouth around my cock again. As I chowed down I thrust my boner in and out of her mouth, and when I substituted two fingers for my tongue she started shaking uncontrollably, so I frigged her harder and faster until she came and sent the most amazing vibrations through my cock.

Fearing she might fall over, I pulled out, lowered her to the floor and knelt down beside her. She grabbed my throbbing boner and jerked it until I unleashed a massive load over her face. She smiled and said, “Don’t go thinking you’re done yet.”

My cock showed no sign of losing hardness as I watched her wipe her face and slurp up my come. “Ready?” she asked. I nodded my reply. She grabbed my cock and slid it between her tits, squeezing them around my shaft. I was in heaven.

She rolled over onto her front. Getting up on her knees, she wiggled her ass at me and said, “You choose, big boy.” Her tight little asshole looked so inviting. She moaned loudly as I bumped the head of my cock against it, louder as I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled them slightly apart. But I was teasing her, and seconds later slammed straight into her pussy. As I thrust relentlessly in and out of her sopping wet slot, I reached around and started groping her boobs. I took her to boiling point and beyond in less than a minute.

With her pussy still clenching and unclenching on my shaft, I sucked on one of my fingers and jammed it in her ass. She yelped a little, then laughed and said, “I need more than a finger in there – use your cock!”

Naturally I complied. It was a struggle for a second or two, but once my cockhead had slipped inside, the shaft followed effortlessly. She moaned loudly and pushed back hard. The way she reacted showed she was no stranger to backdoor banging, and it wasn’t long before she managed to milk a second load out of me. I collapsed onto her back and lay there for a while.

When I eventually pulled out, she grabbed her cap off the floor and put it on her head, shouting, “We graduated! We graduated!” All I had the strength to do was smile, and nod my head.

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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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Tight: a kinky tale

Inspired by “Embrace” starring Yasmina B

It was my first time in a place like this. A friend had recommended the club. There was nothing strange about the lobby; it was all very chic. I was greeted warmly by a pretty receptionist, who handed me my safe word, checked my ID, and got me to fill out a nondisclosure contract, before escorting me to my room.

My fetish is a little unusual. I have a thing for cling wrap. I love how it feels against my skin, and the constriction as the plastic tightens. I undressed and laid my clothes in a neat stack. I was perfectly clean-shaven and freshly showered because the plastic makes me sweat like crazy. My hair is very long, so I pinned it up in a bun for more freedom of movement. Then I heard a knock – my Mistress was at the door.

I sat on the floor, naked, with my head down and my hands over my lap, assuming the position. My heart pounded as the clacking of her heels came closer. The first thing I saw was her black leather boots. I wanted to look up, but I was afraid. I guessed she was dressed in a sexy leather catsuit. Her thighs squeaked as she walked around me.

First, she placed a large box of plastic wrap down and started to stretch it out. Then, she knelt down and tied a thick black scarf over my eyes. I only caught a glimpse of her beautiful face. My body tensed abruptly now that I couldn't see.

“What fun am I going to have with your hair like this?” she sighed. I tried to reply, but no sound came out. My voice was trapped behind a nervous lump in my throat. I felt her hands unravel my hair and weave through it as she braided it. She stood me up and made me spread my legs. I could hear her stretching the plastic wrap out. The sound of it ripping over the teeth of the box was haunting.

“You smell delicious,” she purred. “Good enough to eat.”  My lips quivered and my pussy moistened as she ran her tongue down my cleavage and over my stomach. The slow warm slide made me insanely aroused. She gave my clit a slight wet flick with the tip of her tongue and moved away. My knees were shaking, craving more. She pushed a ball of the plastic wrap into my pussy, using her fingers to stuff it deep.

“You have such a tight little pussy,” she said. “I can barely fit my fingers inside you.” I was still speechless. She wound more plastic wrap around my hips, encircling my body. Then, she wrapped tight loops of it across my stomach and even more over my breasts, finally crisscrossing up and around my neck. I heard more plastic ripping from the box; then froze in shock as I felt it wrap over my mouth. My safe word was useless if I couldn't talk. I didn't know what she was going to do to me. The thrilling fear made me so wet, I could feel moisture leaking from my pussy, squishing over the film inside me.

I heard a clanking noise above me. She took my wrists and wrapped them in plastic, binding them together, then raised my arms above my head and hooked them to something metallic. I was completely helpless. I was so scared, I almost burst into tears – but I was excited, too. I felt the urge to escape, but I couldn't move. I could hear her laughing, so amused by seeing me struggle.

Suddenly, I felt the heat of her body press against mine. The leather-clad swell of her breasts grazed over me, her hands soothing me as they ran down my waist. She popped the plastic that was over my mouth and I gasped for more air. I calmed down a little, feeling her soft lips on mine. Then I felt a hard tug at my braid, forcing my head back. She kissed my neck gently and pulled my face closer, my hair still wrapped around her hand. I was so confused. How could she kiss me so sweetly while she tormented me this way? Everything she was doing was making me so horny. I pressed my thighs together to try and squeeze some tension out.

“Calm down,” she said teasingly. “Look at you! I haven't even started and your legs are shaking already!” Her words made me flush with shame. I felt powerless, my composure shattered.

She knelt and ran her tongue up and down my thighs. I began to whimper helplessly as she licked higher. She hadn't even touched my pussy and I was already close to coming. The tight plastic was squeezing my orgasm back like the taut aim of a slingshot. She kept teasing my inner thighs to the point where I was half-crazed. I was biting my bottom lip so hard, I could taste the indentation my teeth made. I wanted to cry. I tried to close my legs, but her tight grip kept my ankles apart.

She finally began to lick higher, her warm mouth surrounding my pussy through the plastic. I started moaning louder, trembling wildly. Just a few licks were all it took for my orgasm to rise. In the midst of the sensation, she let go of me. She pulled the plastic wrap out of my pussy and ripped through the film surrounding me, finally letting my skin breathe. I felt her mouth on me again, her tongue whirling around my drenched slot. My orgasm became a continuing force. When I thought the last throb would die down, another wave flowed through me. My pussy was so wound up, it felt like I was never going to stop coming. I had never felt anything so intense or powerful in my entire life.

She moved away again, and I heard a buzzing noise. “Yes!” I thought. “Whatever it is, please fuck me with it. I need to let all of this out!” My cunt was aching to be filled. Sure enough, I felt the thickness of a vibrating dildo surge inside me. My pussy was so gushing wet, I could hear the squelching of each thrust. She fucked me deep and hard, the toy pounding at my G-spot. Then, her tender mouth sucked my clit again. The hard vibrating thrusts and her soft tongue drove me over the edge. Multiple orgasms burst through me with unimaginable force. I screamed my way through it, tears streaming down my face.

When I was exhausted, she took the dildo out slowly and tossed it aside. My chest was heaving, my tears flowing. She untied the scarf from my face. The hiccupping gasps of my breath finally calmed when I saw her tender gaze. She kissed me softly. The taste of her mouth was so satisfying. We kissed passionately for a while, making me almost forget about the torment I’d been through.

“Loose,” I sighed, finally using my safe word. She smiled sweetly as she unwound the plastic from my wrists.

I can't get the memory of that experience out of my head. I can never look at cling wrap the same way again. When I see it in the grocery store, I pick it up and stare at the box. Then, I smile.

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College rocks when you rock hard

Erotic fiction inspired by “Fantasies” starring Nasita

After a long jam session with some friends, I came home around 3am to find the slim silhouette of my new neighbor finishing a cigarette on her balcony. Noticing my guitar case, she requested a song before even introducing herself. Her voice was mousy and innocent sounding. Feeling confident, I invited her inside. As she stepped into the light, I realized this girl was a perfect ten. Long silky black hair, pale skin, a model face and a college co-ed body made this girl seem straight from heaven. I whipped out my acoustic guitar and sang a rock song. I surprised her with my singing and her jaw dropped. I could barely see the color of her eyes as her pupils dilated. She was in awe and I knew immediately that I could have her.

“Want to know what I’m good at? Let me show you…” she whispered in my ear, then walked past me into my bedroom. Her yoga pants showed off her perfect bubble butt as she walked.

Once I got to the bedroom, she grabbed me, kissed my neck and lightly caressed all around my cock, teasing me until I was harder than I had ever been before. She led me by my cock to the bed, and pushed me onto it so I could watch as she took off her pink haltertop to reveal her sexy black bra. As I lay on my back, she began to lick and slobber all over my dick, gripping the base and slowly stroking. Her booty in my face blocked the view but I could feel her covering every inch with saliva. I struggled to pull down her yoga pants, and she suddenly and forcefully shoved my entire cock down her throat. It was tighter than anything I’d ever experienced before; no girl has ever been able to take the whole thing that deep. The tip of my cock felt amazing as it thrust into her increasingly snug throat.

I noticed her black thong was soaked. I loved the view of her tight butthole partially covered. As I moved her panties to the side, which revealed a freshly shaved innie, strings of her pussy cream covered my fingers. She started to lick my balls every time she thrust down, and my legs were numb with pleasure. As my finger entered her, I began to wonder if my cock would even fit. I eventually got another finger in and started to increase my thrust and lick her clit. I curled my fingers a little and hit her G-spot. Within a second, she began to shake and I felt her pulsate as she came hard over and over again.

She told me it was my turn and I should stand up. She started to suck my cockhead stronger than I thought possible. I thought she would suck my load straight out of me as she swirled her tongue around the head.

“Fuck my throat until you come in it!” she said, gasping and smiling. Black mascara tears were running down her face as I gripped her head and shoved my cock deep into her throat over and over. I finally shoved her nose to my pubes. She licked my balls until she gagged as I exploded into her throat. She then sucked up all the remains until I was soft again. I felt like a rock star.

 

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Comic Art meets Erotica: Jason Atomic

The creator of art so vibrant it virtually pops off the canvas, in recent years Jason Atomic has also become know for his curation of group art shows and performance events celebrating different aspects of underground pop culture.

I met up with the courteous, eccentric Brit in a Brighton [UK] bar to chat about his life and art – and during the course of several pints of foaming ale I came to realize that they were one and the same.

Did the way you were raised have an influence on you becoming an artist?

JA: Yes, my family moved a lot when I was a kid, so being an artist was the one constant that I had. I don’t remember the first time I found a pen, but it was very early – my mom has pictures from when I was one-and a-half years old. I was obsessed with drawing animals. I also got into history, ancient Egyptians and Native Americans, particularly; and from there I went into horror, and then comics.

How old were you when you got into comic books?

JA: My first ever collage was made from Tarzan comics around 1972, when I was five years old. Then I started collecting comic books about 1976: reprints of American ones that were full of Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko [artists responsible for such awesome characters as Spider-Man and The Fantastic Four] comic strips. I really loved cave paintings too – it’s the kind of art I most relate to.

When did you start painting?

JA: I was instinctively drawn to the idea of it, but the shitty hog-hair brushes they give you at school frustrated me and really put me off painting. I couldn’t get the detail I wanted. I remember one instance when I was about six or seven years old: I couldn’t get Dracula’s fangs pointy enough, so I scrubbed out his face and left it on my desk, intending to finish it off after the weekend. But when I went to the school library it was on the wall – so my first publicly exhibited artwork was an unfinished piece that I was really unhappy with. So I gave up on it, decided I was going to draw comics, and wrestled with that through the 1980s. Unfortunately, in 1994 a bad experience with a publisher made me call it a day with comics, and I decided to move to Japan [for four years]. Around that time I had a dream that changed everything: I was in an old farmhouse at night, sat at a school desk full of sketchbooks from when I was a kid, looking out over a graveyard. Suddenly, I became aware that someone was with me. I looked around and there was the face of [surrealist artist] Salvador Dali floating over my left shoulder, and he said, “It’s time, we’ve gotta go.” I had to go downstairs for this big press launch, because Dali and his fellow dead art legends Joan Miró and Pablo Picasso had chosen me to represent them in the 21st century. While Dali was a floating face, Miró had manifested as a small, white talking kitten, and Picasso had come back as an enlarged newspaper cut-out. There was a sculpture that I had to unveil on their behalf, which basically turned out to be a triplicate phallic symbol. This dream visitation by the three ghosts made me realize that I shouldn’t be trying to conform to this idea of making a popular thing for people to consume [like a comic book]. Instead, as they did, I should get away from everything and start looking at life and drawing it: if someone puts your dinner on the table, draw your dinner; if you go for a walk and see a tree, draw that tree. So that’s all I did for my first year in Japan, I just got in touch with that idea of interpreting reality through my own consciousness.

But you still drew people, didn’t you?

JA: I did, but I knew I could draw people. I tried drawing the things that I didn’t know how to draw. I don’t look at the paper when I’m drawing, because I’m trying to take the ego out of the process: my hand just follows my eye in an almost mechanical way, so my brain doesn’t choose what it draws. I’m trying to make my process authentic, so that the line has a kind of existential nature. And the color, which I add afterwards, is more like an expressive playing: how the paint hits the canvas, how it rolls, how it coagulates.

How did you move on from subject matter that some would consider mundane?

JA: I always wanted to be investigative with my work, and being interested in sub-cultures and different scenes, I’d hang out with [for instance] punks and draw them in their environment. This led to me performing with a band called Fist Fuck Deluxe in London. It was great fun, but very different from my painting. So from the late 1990s/early Noughties I was fighting to pull together these two halves of my life: where one side’s interested in dressing up in weird clothes and performing, and the other side’s very observant and involved in drawing from life, and painting. Meeting my muse Manko [in the early Noughties] was like an act of God. She made me realize that my life needed to go in a new direction, and helped me resolve my interests in street fashion, comics, and life drawing, to a point where it’s all starting to make sense as a cohesive whole.

Is this when you started creating comic book related art again?

JA: Yeah… there’s a funny story that led up to it happening: one day I was very drunk and angry and chopping up parsley at home, when I decided to speed up things by putting it in the blender – along with my [drawing] hand, which saw me spend two months with it bandaged up in a sling. [During my incapacitation], I got to thinking that I’d slipped back into doing art to suit people’s briefs, and I decided it had to stop. So I made a mental note to myself that once my hand had healed, the next painting I would do would be something that I’d want to hang on my wall – something just for me.

What did that turn out to be?

JA: It turned out to be my rendition of [legendary comic book artist] Jack Kirby’s Devil Dinosaur. I’d never traced someone else’s work before, but I thought if I’d ever got hired to do so, I would have. So I approached the picture as a comic book inker/colorist for Jack Kirby. Once I’d painted it though, I wanted to show it, but couldn’t put it in a solo exhibition because it didn’t go with anything else I’d done.

So how did you resolve that situation?

JA: Well… I saw an amazing painting of [The Fantastic Four’s arch nemesis] Doctor Doom by an artist called Feroze Alam, in which he’d taken Kirby’s lines and then just colored it himself in oils. He agreed to be in a themed group show I wanted to do called Hail To The King [Kirby is generally referred to as ‘the King’], so I asked around and put together a bunch of other artists. We launched it in London at Resistance Gallery first, and then approached Orbital Comics about continuing it there. When I told their gallery organizer [the wonderful Karl Asaa] that I wanted to do something that would draw attention to Jack Kirby and highlight how respected he is as a serious artist, he waived the normal hire fee because he said the concept was “too important” not to do. So that’s what really re-established my connection with the comic scene, by meeting people who bought my comics in the 1980s, and some of my favorite artists of the moment.

Of late you’ve been actively working alongside your muse, Manko, and the Art Model Collective… how did that come about?

JA: Manko had been life modeling since before I met her but had become disillusioned with the scene. Basic pay for models has not increased much since the 1980s, and although life drawing is on the rise [in London], the models get very much taken for granted by organisers – so a few years ago we decided to start running our own life drawing sessions. We started out at London’s Orbital Comics with some sessions themed towards comic book artists and illustrators, and the Art Model Collective basically grew from there.

What exactly is the Art Model Collective?

JA: The Art Model Collective is almost an unofficial union for art models, which cuts out ‘middle men’ event organisers. It allows models to run their own sessions on a profit share basis and interact directly with the artists. This means our sessions have longer than average poses that can be repeated or extended at the request of the artists. The artists are also encouraged to suggest themes for future sessions.

What is your role in the Art Model Collective?

JA: I’m support staff basically. I take the money, lay out the drawing boards, keep time, and often DJ or read spoken word pieces to enhance the sessions. I also help with concepts and finding venues, generally at places I have exhibited my art at or collaborated on special events with – such as Orbital Comics and Underdog gallery.

Tell me about the artworks that illustrate this feature.

JA: Many of our life drawing sessions have movie themes. So, when you asked me to be part of the recent Billy Chainsaw presents… Walk Right Out Of The Film art show at London’s Underdog gallery, I immediately thought of working from sketches I’d done at Art Model Collective sessions.

Where are you at with your art right now?

JA: I think my style is constantly developing. I’ve always had a very flat, clean line style, but since we started the Art Model Collective I’ve been getting more into tonal work. I’ve been experimenting with using felt tip pens and the techniques I’ve developed there have led into some experiments with Photoshop. So I’m gradually creeping out from a very comfy comfort zone.

You can see more of Jason Atomic’s stunning art and keep up to date with his activities at www.jasonatomic.co.uk and jasonatomicblogspot.co.uk. Check out the Art Model Collective at facebook.com/artmodelcollective and @artmodcol

 

About the author:

UK-based artist Billy Chainsaw specializes in mixed-media pop art and has exhibited in numerous galleries in such far-flung locations as London and Los Angeles. Learn more about his work at www.koolkrakenincorporated.com

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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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Breaking the Rules

Erotic fiction inspired by Paula A in “Shadow Dancer

It’s nearing midnight when my favorite client comes in. I know I will be doing lap dances only for him for the rest of my shift. That’s fine by me. He pays well and he’s good company. He's built like a gladiator, too: broad shoulders, chiseled arms, rock hard abs, and a ruggedly handsome face. He's just my type. He sees me and nods his head, signaling me to come to him. He has a tray of shots in his hand and crisp bills protruding out of his pocket. He is ready to play.

I escort him to the VIP lounge and take the tray as he pays the hostess standing watch. Our VIP lounge is built for fun. It's a long row of private rooms divided by two-way mirrors. Each room has wall-to-wall mirrors as well. Once inside, there are two switches colored blue and red. The blue switch keeps the mirrors normal so you can only see yourself. The red switch inverts the mirrors, letting you see the other patrons and dancers in the next rooms.

He keeps the switch on blue as we talk and drink. The conversation is always brief. We race, taking shots back to back. My fourth shot is a little messy, and I dribble some on my chest. He leans in and licks it up, then kisses me. His eyes fix on mine.

“Will you dance for me?” he asks sweetly. I nod.

I stand confidently in front of him and sway my hips from side to side, each whirl perfectly in sync with the music. I bend over and let my hair whip forward as I unclasp my bra, my legs still stepping lightly to the beat. I tease him a while, holding my top over my breasts. I whip my hair back and lick my lips at him as I reveal my body slowly. His mouth drops open slightly as I dance closer. I straddle his lap and run my hands over his chest, kneading his muscles. I rub my breasts over his face.

I reach over to the controls and flip the switch to red. The room expands before our eyes. The dancer to my left is twerking as her patron cheers her on. The dancer to my right is feeling up a gorgeous female patron shamelessly, down on her knees. The view on each side elevates my arousal. I grind my hips over my guy's lap and feel his thick cock pressing against his pants. I can feel it swell against my pussy, making me wetter with each movement.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he whispers. His usual confident look is gone. His eyes are pleading, powerless. I bite my lip and hesitate. I know I'm not supposed to, but he is irresistible, and I’m so horny. I close my eyes and lean in to kiss him. His soft lips surround my tongue as he slides his hands to my waist. The mirror to my left blacks out as the dancer and her male customer depart. Now it’s just our room and the adjacent one left, lit in view of each other.

I look to see if the other dancer is watching. She is engaged in her own fun as I slyly unzip my guy's pants and pull my panty crotch to the side, my slick pussy already leaking over his smooth shaft. I guide his cock inside me and wind my hips to the music, being careful not to thrust my hips too high. The switches are now too far from my reach. Privacy is momentarily impossible. The other dancer to my right catches my eye as she unravels her client’s top. I am not the only one breaking the rules this evening.

My guy sees her watching us and murmurs in my ear. “Let's give her a show as well. What do you say?” I nod and grin devilishly at him.

We walk over to the wall, and he presses me against it. I feel his soft lips nuzzle my neck as he lifts me up to straddle his waist with my back against the mirror. We have my colleague’s undivided attention as he slips his cock inside me. I am perfectly elevated. The only thing I can do is hang onto his neck, his fat cock thrusting into me deeply. I arch my back as he swivels inside me. My hair spreads over the mirror as I glide up and down.

I see the girls in the next room approach the mirror and press against the glass. My guy carefully lowers me down and flips me over. The female patron and I are face to face. We are so close, I can see circles of fog from her breath as the dancer pushes her against the mirror. We are eye to eye, our hands palm to palm but unable to touch. My guy sweeps my hair to the side and sucks my neck as he thrusts his dick inside me from behind. The other dancer pulls the woman's panties down and starts nibbling her hips.

The female patron bites her lip as she shuts her eyes for a moment. My gaze is fixed on her breasts as I am fucked against the wall. The mirror cools my overheated skin with every thrust as she opens her eyes again, holding my gaze with her own. The other dancer inserts her fingers inside her patron and starts tonguing her ass. My guy thrusts his cock deeper inside me, my knees shaking with each stroke.

His hands reach around and circle my clit as his thighs surround me from behind. My wetness overflows through his fingers as he fucks me deeper. I can feel the head of his cock hitting home as my pussy grips tighter around the shaft. My forehead nudges the glass as my pleasure grows, and finally my pussy trembles in climax all over his cock. The female patron is staring lustfully at me as she chases her orgasm on the other side of the glass.

I can feel my guy trembling. He is about to come any moment, groaning huskily in my ear. I squeeze my pussy muscles as tight as I can, helping him release his load. I grin playfully at the girls in front of me as they watch him lose his senses inside me. I can feel his hot load spray over my cheeks as he pulls out.

The other dancer's time is up and the mirror blacks out in front of me. I am still facing the mirror as my guy crouches down. He licks up his come from my cheeks, his hands grasping my waist. I can feel his breath on me as I gradually regain my composure. I turn around and pull him to his feet.

“You are so nasty... I love it!” I say as I kiss him, tasting his come from his own lips. His mouth curves into a smile as he kisses me back. We go back to the couch, one last pair of shots awaiting us. I clink my glass to his as we knock them back; then we both dress quickly. He blows me a kiss as he exits the lounge. I shake my head with a smile as I gather my clothes, knowing I’ve broken the club’s rules as well as my own, but not really caring.

 

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Ass on the Menu

Erotic fiction inspired by Milla in “Spice of Life”

My friend Tom asked me if I’d pose for an erotic photography project he was working on. He knows I’m a bona fide exhibitionist, so naturally I said yes.

When I arrived at Tom’s apartment he led me into the kitchen, where I discovered he had an ulterior motive. After taking a few preliminary shots of me leaning across the counter top with my dress hitched up to reveal my panties, Tom asked, “Are you a fan of anal?”

While Tom and I have had sex several times in the past, I was still somewhat taken aback by his question. But, being the naughty little minx that I am, I humored him.

“On the rare occasions that I’ve indulged,” I purred, “I have enjoyed it very much.”

Teasingly, I pulled my panties to one side and stuck out my ass in Tom’s direction. Looking down it was obvious from the instant bulge in Tom’s pants that he approved of my answer and actions.

I walked over to him and grabbed his erection through his pants. Tom smiled, put his camera down and unzipped his pants. His cock was bigger than I remembered and for a split second I wondered if my ass could accommodate something that size.

“Get naked and assume the position,” he said. That was enough to convince me. I love being dominated. I did as he instructed, bending over a chair with my ass in the air, spreading my cheeks apart, offering myself to him. Feeling so exposed was a real turn on. When he didn’t move, I looked over my shoulder, to find him gazing at my ass with an anticipatory grin.

“Just enjoying the view,” he said. “Now, let’s get you lubed up.”

I was expecting him to go straight for my ass, but instead he slid a couple of fingers in my already dripping pussy, swiveling them around until I was shivering with arousal. When he slid them out of me they were coated with my juices, which he rubbed over the head and along the shaft of his cock. Then he grasped and spread my butt cheeks and I trembled with nervous lust. Suddenly I felt the warm wetness of his tongue slide down my crack and come to rest at the entrance to my ass.

“Stick it in me,” I moaned, thrusting my ass backwards into Tom’s face, relishing the tingles of pleasure that coursed through my body as his tongue slipped into my tight back tunnel and his mouth filled the gap between my cheeks. I ground my ass harder as he licked and sucked, tongue-fucking my ass until I was ready to take his cock.

I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, relaxing my muscles as he lined his cock up against my spit-lubed pucker. He pushed steadily until my ass opened up to take the head of his cock – then drove it home so deep and hard his balls slapped my pussy lips. After the initial shock of having my ass filled to bursting point I relaxed into the rhythm of his humping and it started to feel really good.

Tom leaned around me and squeezed my boobs hard, at the same time slamming his cock up me to the hilt again and again. I felt so stretched, so full, so filthy. My whole body throbbed with excitement, waves radiating out from my clit as I rubbed myself, as well as the exquisite friction of his pistoning cock. When my orgasm hit, it seemed to engulf me from head to toe, blasting through me like an explosion.  

Rather than leaving me shattered, my climax seemed to have an invigorating effect, leaving me grinning and giggling on an incredible sexual high. Tom’s legs were still shaking from the force of my contractions around his shaft when I pushed him backwards so his cock slid out of my ass, then spun around and grabbed his shiny hard pole in both hands. I pointed it at my tits and jerked it vigorously, feeling it throb under my tight grip. I licked my lips and stared at him mischievously. Suddenly he yelped, stated shaking harder and unloaded a thick stream of the white stuff all over my breasts.

After we’d cleaned ourselves off, Tom asked, “Can we still take some photos?”

I looked at him and grinned. “Maybe later,” I said. “After you’ve taken me for dinner – I’m ravenous.”

 

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Latex Loving Artist: Michelle Mildenhall

Latex aka rubber isn’t something you’d generally associate with fine art, but British artist Michelle Mildenhall has taken the tactile material and transformed it into stunning portraits of the offbeat and famous. A mischievous mix of light and dark, Mildenhall’s work perfectly refects her personality. Little wonder then that she’s known internationally as the ‘latex queen of the art scene.’

Michelle was gracious enough to answer my questions about herself and her love of latex over a very traditional English cream tea…

Ms Mildenhall, where were you raised, and what is your artistic background?

MM: I come from a tiny village in Wiltshire [England], it was a beautiful place to grow up, we had a huge garden that you could run riot in. I use to draw flowers from the garden from a very early age. In fact I’ve been an artist for as long as I can remember, always painting things and drawing. I took A-level art [the English equivalent of High School] in order to go on to study an art foundation course, spending a whole year creating work and finding out where my strengths lie, and I ended up going to university to study a degree in Textiles.

What inspires and influences you?

MM: I’m a little magpie when it comes to inspiration, it is absolutely everywhere. My art is completely driven by my inquisitive and curious mind. I love to observe people in the street, what they’re wearing, color combinations and textures. Feelings inspire me too, excitement, wonderment and passion – anything that awakens your senses. I also get inspiration from the people around me. I love to look at erotic art, books, photographs, listen to music, watch performers, meet colorful characters. When I create my work I love how the piece makes me feel, how it excites me. I hope to be able to give the viewer the same sensation.

What kind of art were you doing prior to your latex portraits?

MM: After leaving college, I was a freelance commercial designer, working for lots of different companies.

Why did you make the transition to creating latex portraits?

MM: After being a commercial artist for over 10 years I thought to myself, it’s about time you started pleasing yourself rather than trying to please everyone else. It became so mundane working for all these companies, regurgitating ideas and never pushing myself.

What is it about latex that appeals to you?

MM: I love wearing latex clothing, the first time I slipped into it I felt empowered and sexy. As an artist new experiences are essential to my creativity and I think my first encounter with latex had a profound effect on me. I love the way it makes me look and feel. I still get that tingle of excitement when I open my dressing up box full of latex!

Briefly explain your technique – without giving away trade secrets of course.

MM: I could tell you but I’d have to kill you! Let’s just say it’s taken me over 10 years to get my pieces coming out as pristine as they do. I started off making my own clothing, purely for fun, then went into making latex hats which I used to sell, but it was my art that totally engrossed me, there was something inside telling me I had to do this. The idea came to me in a flash of inspiration while I was working on a latex outfit for myself, and since that moment I haven’t looked back.

How do you choose your subjects?

MM: I have two takes on this. I look for an image that really speaks to me, one that has a lot of depth in the eyes, which could translate well. It’s all about what the subject is feeling, I want to create something powerful that really draws the viewer’s attention. But I also like to play with things and do art that is unexpected, adding a little humor in there, as I did in my most successful creations to date – the QE1 and QE2 portraits. They depict the Queen [of England, Elizabeth II] sporting two subversive looks: the first sees her in full latex hood with collar and crown; the second in just the collar and crown. Is this absurd? Maybe… but hey, who knows what goes on behind closed doors.

What do you hope viewers get from your work?

MM: I want to seduce the viewer into a world of disconcerting beauty by using popular but somewhat taboo themes of sexuality, fetishism and subversion. Each piece becomes defined and fetishized via its latex conceptualization. All my pieces have strong characters, and more often than not there is an erotic/fetishistic element to them, which is less about the physical appearance and more about the subject’s state of mind. I want the viewer to be drawn in.

What is the most unusual latex portrait commission you’ve ever done?

MM: I’ve just created a very unique piece, [Russian President] Vladimir Putin as a transgender woman, elegantly wearing a Russian coat of arms tiara with the universal symbol for human rights incorporated into it. Around his neck a pendant sits beautifully. It is not obvious at first glance, but there is a refined political satire to the piece. Putin looks powerful, yet strangely beautiful and demure at the same time.

What do you regard as being your greatest achievement?

MM: Doing what I love every day. I feel so privileged to be in this position and never take it for granted. Doing what I love empowers me, and the positive feedback is like nothing you ever get when working for other people. I had no idea I could get this kind of fulfillment from following my own path, but it’s down to doing something I love and being 100 percent committed to it. Take it from me: no matter what your vocation, if you believe in what you do, you will succeed. I’m also very proud to have shown my work next to some amazing British artists, such as Grayson Perry, Damien Hirst and Banksy.

Describe yourself as both a person and an artist.

MM: I would say I have a sunny disposition, that I’m a bit of a joker, but very hard working. I try to look at things in a different light, with a kind of openness, an almost childlike view of things. I don’t get too bogged down trying to be an artist. I just try to see the  amazement of life.

Are you part of a latex/fetish scene?

MM: I’ve been wearing latex and going to fetish clubs for about 13 years now. I love getting rubbered up for the evening and meeting amazing people. I’ve fetish partied all over the world, London, Berlin and San Francisco to name a few, but no one does it quite like the English. The London-based Torture Garden was the first fetish club I ever visited and I loved it – in fact I still love it.

You can see more of Michelle Mildenhall’s stunning art and keep up to date with her activities at www.michellemildenhall.co.uk as well as www.instagram.com/michellemildenhall www.facebook.com/latexartwork and www.twitter.com/MissMildenhall

 

About the author:

UK-based artist Billy Chainsaw specializes in mixed-media pop art and has exhibited in numerous galleries in such far-flung locations as London and Los Angeles. Learn more about his work at www.koolkrakenincorporated.com

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Do whatever you want with me…

Erotic fiction by Bonnie, inspired by Leda in "Pretty as a Picture"

I remember wondering, as I lay flat on my back, secured to a stepladder by a chain around my waist, just how and why I ever let myself get into this kind of situation. I wasn’t alone in the room; my boyfriend Taylor was wandering around me, camcorder in hand, filming a triple load of come drying on my body. I was totally drained, my jaw ached, my pussy throbbed, and then I remembered why… it’s because I like being this way. Actually I love being willingly defiled by two guys at the same time, and Taylor loves watching it happen – and filming it. So let me tell you how this particular scenario came about…

We’d been out drinking with our friends, Sammy and Ted, and Taylor had invited them back to our place to watch some home movies. While the guys were expecting to see footage of our recent snowboarding trip, Taylor and I had agreed to give them a special treat.

I poured everyone drinks, and as soon as Taylor pressed play on the camcorder, it was already too late for second thoughts. I knew that the exposure of one of our more intimate home movies would have repercussions – and deep down that’s exactly what I wanted. I thought about Sammy and Ted, flopped out on the sofa as they watched the movie play on the monitor, their cocks stiffening inside their pants.

“Stick your cock in my mouth, I want to taste your come on my tonsils,” I heard myself saying, recorded in private, and now played back for Sammy and Ted to see. My mouth was dry as I watched myself sucking Taylor’s shaft, and my pussy became wet when I watched Taylor pump me from behind. I was super excited by my own shamelessness.

Sammy and Ted were silent, while Taylor got horny, his cock unfurling inside his pants, one hand on my bare thigh, the other hand on mine, guiding it inside his zipper. I glanced over at Sammy and Ted as I tugged out Taylor’s boner, stroking him hard before lowering my lips down to the base of his shaft. I’d already decided I’d blow every cock in the room.

I clambered onto my knees, stuck my ass in the air and turned to Ted. “My ass is yours,” I told him, between mouthfuls of Taylor’s cock. As Ted duly tongued my butt-crack, I looked up at Sammy, who was idly stroking his bone.

“Suck him,” groaned Taylor. I slid Taylor’s cock out of my mouth and replaced it with Sammy’s. Taylor had no intention of my sucking Sammy’s cock for long though, and after what seemed like no time at all, he said, “It’s time to move into the back room.”

The four of us got naked. Taylor held up a long length of chain, shook it loudly and said, “I think it’s time to bring this into play, don’t you, baby?” I smiled and nodded in agreement. Taylor wrapped the chain around my waist and secured it to a stepladder. “This’ll look so kinky on camera,” he said. I was shaking with excitement and anticipation.

I got on all fours, taking Ted’s cock in my mouth, while Sammy guided his into my pussy. “Do what you want with her,” offered Taylor, knowing that that’s exactly what I wanted. He circled the three of us with the camcorder, capturing Sammy slapping my ass as I gulped down Ted’s cock.

A voice inside my head repeated, “Yes… do what you want with me, use me, screw me senseless from both ends.” Oh, the sensations that flooded my body, they were so overwhelming. As I sucked on Ted’s shaft, Sammy’s hands spread my butt cheeks as he slammed harder and harder inside my cunt. I stared at Taylor as he moved in for a close-up of my cock-filled mouth, and I winked. He responded by pulling the chain tighter around my waist. I groaned in total pleasure, sucked harder, and squeezed Ted’s balls with one hand. He yelped in such a way I guessed he was about to come. Then Sammy made a similar sound as he too was reaching boiling point.

I yanked my head off Ted’s cock and said, “Not inside me, guys. I want to see you come.” Reluctantly, Sammy withdrew from my pussy, and I rolled over onto my back, reaching for him.

With a cock in each hand I jerked Ted and Sammy hard and fast. As they came all over my heaving breasts I looked up at Taylor and smiled. He was still filming but finding it hard to keep the camcorder steady, because he was jacking off. Moments later he came too – all over my pussy.

I rattled the chain and looked up at the camcorder in Taylor’s hand. Then I looked down at my come-spattered body, admiring the mess and knowing the moment had been captured for me to watch whenever I wanted.

Many thanks to our member, Bonnie, 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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Remembering something very naughty I did!

Erotic fiction by Donna, inspired by Frida C

I like to walk in the countryside, replaying recent sexual conquests in my mind. Usually I will have to stop and touch myself before I make it home! Here’s what I was thinking about last time I went for a long walk…

I had planned to go on vacation with my best girlfriend, but she bailed at the last minute, so I went alone. I had no intention of spending my time alone though. My suitcase, full of high heels, seductive black lingerie and silk dresses, would see to that.

I was in the hotel elevator on the way up to my room, and just as the doors were about to close, I hit pay dirt. A super buff, really tall guy slipped through the doors just in time, so I asked which floor he was headed to.

“Seven, thanks,” he said, his eyes roaming down to my breasts, which were testing the fabric strength of my low-cut top. He could look all he liked, I didn’t mind one bit. My eyes were way ahead of his anyway, checking out the bulge in his tight pants and liking what I saw.

“I’m on seven too, so maybe we’ll see each other around?” I said as we exited the elevator and headed in opposite directions.

The guy casually said he’d like that, and I could feel his hungry eyes checking out the curves of my ass as I sashayed down the corridor to my room. Once inside, I took a shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and slid open the door to the balcony. At once I saw the guy from the elevator, this time dressed in a bathrobe, sitting on the balcony of the room opposite mine. I decided it was time to have some fun.

Stepping out onto the balcony, I dropped my towel to the floor and stood naked in the sun, water still glistening on my breasts, and trickling down my taut stomach to my pussy. I took the towel and started drying myself, ensuring that my boobs and ass were in full view. I looked over to see the guy watching with his hand on the balcony door handle, waiting for the smile and wave he knew was coming. When I did what he was expecting me to do, he opened his balcony door and disappeared inside his room.

Less than a minute later there was a knock at my door, which I answered naked. I was so horny that as the guy pushed past me into the room, I grabbed his robe, yanked it off and jumped up to wrap my legs around him. Why waste time with small talk? His groan as I slid onto his hard cock showed he agreed.

I locked lips with the stranger, rubbed my tits across his chest, and tightened my legs around his waist while he stood grabbing at my ass and driving his pole deep inside me. I clung to him and we moved as one squirming mass as he carried me across the room and dropped me down onto the bed. He pulled out of me and started eating my pussy. He dipped his tongue deep inside my dripping snatch while reaching up to knead my tits until my sex juice was soaking the sheets, and I was begging for more.

“Not just yet,” he said. “I want you to climb on top of me and frig yourself.”

“Absolutely,” I said. “But first…” Then I took a big mouthful of his cock, sliding my lips from the head down the shaft, greedily swallowing the tasty, salty pre-cum and flicking my tongue across his balls. When he was at boiling point I decided it was time to do as he’d asked. So I straddled him, moaning as I took him inside my slippery slit. It was a triple treat as I rode his cock, he tweaked my erect nipples and I slid a hand down to my clit, working myself into a frenzy.

“What’s your name?” the guy groaned as he watched me buck on top of him with my fingers working their magic on myself.

“Like you really care,” I whispered, nipping at his ear. I certainly didn’t care what his name was. I didn’t care about anything but the feeling of his cock inside me. We each started to shudder in the throes of a mutual orgasm, both of us shrieking as his hot load shot deep inside me.

So, that’s what I was thinking about last time I went for a stroll. I guess you can understand why I had to get naked and finger my pussy while I replayed every detail of what happened in my mind...

Many thanks to our member, Donna, 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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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 Party

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux, inspired by Chela and Tulia

I'm meeting her at a party. It's raining and I've called a cab. The rain heightens my mood of anticipation. I'm so excited my panties are already wet. We've been going out for two weeks now and can't keep our hands off each other. Davinia. The Divine.

I walk in and see her, standing in a corner talking to a guy. She greets me with a huge smile.

 “Hi baby!” she says, and puts her arm around my shoulders.

“Hi darling. How are you?” I ask in her ear. She has dark hair; her flashing blue eyes shine in the half-light. Her sensuous mouth is red; her skin is creamy. I want to lick her all over.

“Let's go somewhere,” I say. We find the bathroom, and lock ourselves inside. She grabs my ass and pushes me up against the door. She thrusts her tongue in my mouth and we kiss each other for a full minute. I trace her lips with my tongue and bite her neck. She moans with arousal and pulls my skirt up, putting her hands on my bare ass. Her fingers probe and soon she dips one finger into my pussy.

“Ooh baby, you're so wet,” she says lustfully. I pull down her top and start sucking on her lovely breasts. My lipstick leaves smudges over her pale skin. She puts another finger in me and starts to fuck me.

“Ah, Davinia!” I shriek and push my body up against hers. While she fucks me I rub my clit against her body. Her jeans are pulled down around her legs and I feel her warm thigh. We suck each other’s tongue as we grind together. My hand goes down into her panties and I feel her warm juices. I thrust two fingers into her.

“Oh yes, baby!” she moans.

Someone knocks on the door. “Excuse me!” they call out.

We move over to the bathtub and I sit on the edge. I lean back as Davinia’s face goes down to my throbbing clit. I'm hot all over and I feel her sweat on me. She smells like lavender. I tilt her face up to kiss her. Her lips are red and taste like sugar. She fucks me hard and fast with three fingers, licking my clit. I'm about to come. She knows I'm ready. She licks with more pressure and I hold her head as I come, letting out a howl, and squirt juice onto her hand and face.  We slide into the bathtub together.

There's more knocking on the door. “Hey! Hurry up in there!” people are yelling.

I sit up and say, “I have something for you.” With a mischievous grin I get the vibrator out of my bag. She smiles, and lifts her feet up onto the edge of the bath. I turn the toy on and run it over her nipples and down between her legs. The head of it rotates. I slowly enter her with it, gazing into her eyes as I quicken the pace.

She howls with pleasure as I thrust hard and fast, hitting her G-spot over and over. Her juices coat the dildo. I lick her breasts while pumping her. Her breath gets quicker and she starts to squirm.

“Oh baby!” she yells. She's about to come. I thrust harder, faster, and she arches her back, her legs trembling. Her eyes glaze over, her body shakes and she erupts, her hands grabbing my hips. I slow down and withdraw the vibrator, looking at her as I lick and suck on it, relishing her juices. I start to rub her clit. Her face is flushed. I lick my middle finger and thrust it in her asshole, making her moan even louder.

More knocking. “Who's in there? Can you hurry up?” someone shouts.

Davinia's body shakes, her eyes are shut, her legs tremble. I rub her clit faster and fuck her ass. She grabs me and arches her back as she comes hard, screaming, “Oh, baby!” Her juices are running down her legs and I lick them up.

“We’d better get out of here,” I say. I climb out of the tub, then take her hand and help her out. We dress and check ourselves in the mirror before emerging from the bathroom. We smile and say hello to everyone as we re-enter the party.     

Many thanks to our member, Mimi, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

  

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My Lesbian Initiation

Erotic fiction by Chloe, inspired by Leah Gotti

When I masturbate I like to imagine I’m with another woman. The sensations that course through me are quite something, as I fantasize that it’s another babe’s fingers drilling my sticky snatch, or that I’m part of a threesome and while one girl’s licking my pussy the other’s playing with my nipples. Some say that a fantasy loses its power if you ever make it a reality, but I can tell you that’s garbage; and here’s how I know…

I was with my best friend Joanne at the local juice bar when this stunning leggy blonde walked in. Evidently my face gave away the fact that I was bowled over by her, because Joanne poked me in the ribs and whispered, “You know what? I’ve had sex with her.”

“You’ve what?” I replied in utter amazement. “Since when did you sleep with women?”

Joanne simply winked, then called out to the blonde, “Hi Melanie, I want you to meet Chloe.”

“Well hey there, Chloe,” said Melanie, melting me with a super sexy smile as she approached our table.

“Don’t go getting any ideas, girlfriend,” Joanne told her. “Chloe’s as straight as the day is long.”

“Well sort of. That is, well, not completely…” I said, feeling my face flush pink. They both looked at me questioningly, so I confessed my masturbatory fantasy.

When I was through talking, Joanne looked at Melanie, who nodded and said, “How about we do something about that fantasy of yours?” I was too overwhelmed to speak, but answered with a grin of agreement.

Before long we were at Melanie’s apartment, Joanne and I sitting naked on the biggest bed I’d ever seen while our hostess dragged a wooden chest in front of us. She flipped the catch and as she pulled open its lid, she said, “Take your pick, ladies.”

I grabbed the biggest, thickest dildo in the box, because I believe that size does indeed matter. “Good choice,” said Melanie.

Joanne chose one of those sticks with beads molded onto it. As I gazed at it I wondered where it was going to end up, and it wasn’t long before I found out. “Well, you wanted to join the club, Chloe,” said Joanne, “so get on all fours and stick that sweet ass of yours up in the air!”

Having dreamed of this moment for ages, I was happy to comply. So there I was in doggy position, waiting for the fun to begin. Joanne came behind me and started flicking my clit with her fingers. It felt truly awesome especially when she started fingering my sopping wet pussy too. I was mid-swoon on a wave of ecstasy when Melanie appeared in front of me. Lying on her back, she pulled her pussy lips apart, saying, “Welcome to our world.”

Knowing exactly what she wanted, I dove straight in. With my snatch full of wiggling fingers, I stuck my tongue as far as it would stretch inside Melanie’s juicy pussy, and started flicking it back and forth. I’d never tasted any pussy except my own, from my fingers, before. It was delicious. She let her labia relax around my tongue, which I worked in and out of her slit. She groaned, I moaned, and Joanne said, “Hope you’re ready for this, babe.”

Of course I was ready, but no way was I going to stop eating Melanie out in order to answer Joanne. I did however have an inkling that she was talking about something involving the beaded stick. Suddenly I felt something cold and sticky on my asshole. It was definitely lube, because immediately afterward I felt the tip of the bead-stick being popped into my heinie hole.

The sensation was such a surprise that I momentarily stopped what I was doing. It soon began to feel really good though. I grabbed the huge dildo that I’d picked earlier, and bumped it up against Melanie’s shaven pussy. She got the message and spread her pussy wide for me. She was so wet her inner pinkness glistened and the dildo slid straight inside her.

“Do it hard, Chloe, really hard, really fast, and really deep!” Melanie begged me. So I did – every bit as hard as Joanne was pumping my ass with the bead-stick. Knowing I was mere moments away from coming, I began rubbing my clit rapidly. It was the final push I needed to tip me over the edge and headlong into a screaming orgasm – at the very instant that Melanie’s thighs started thrashing up and down on the bed as she too started to climax.

So that was my initiation into the art of girl on girl sex. Talk about jumping in at the deep end.

Many thanks to our member, Chloe, 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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Sanctify

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by “Washed Away” starring Lorena B

It was release day. Lorena had been in jail for over a year. She stood in processing to reclaim her belongings, the same clothes she came in with when she was first arrested. She’d missed those thigh-high leather boots. She tied the front knot of her sheer shirt and didn't bother putting on her panties under her skintight jeans. She just stuffed them in her pocket as she walked through the iron gate. The sun was setting, heralding a clear night sky. Lorena breathed in the musk of the outside world, now changed and unfamiliar. She had been locked in a cage for so long. The scent of her old perfume faintly emanating from her clothes smelled new. She was a brand new person.

She walked across the street toward a line of cabs and jumped in the first in line. There was only one place she wanted to go, to see the person who had been waiting patiently for her return. Gianna didn’t know she was out today. Lorena's presence was definitely going to be a surprise.

The car pulled up. She was finally home. Lorena unlocked the door and stepped inside. She called out to Gianna but there was no answer. Lorena roamed the house. It was exactly the same, just how she remembered it. There was the aroma of fresh linen in the air. Lorena walked into the bedroom and stopped at the vanity. She used Gianna's mascara and lightly powdered her face. She glanced at the bed behind her and thought about all the things that had taken place in it. Lorena missed Gianna very badly. She was the only person in the world who really loved her. It was unfortunate that Lorena's past had caught up with her just when their relationship was blossoming.

Suddenly, Lorena remembered the night she was taken away. They were still in bed, sound asleep in each other’s arms, when the house was raided by the police. Lorena had been involved with some bad people. The next thing she knew, a whole year had passed without Gianna's touch. Each passing day was torture. Tears welled up in Lorena's eyes as she thought about all the time they had lost. She was hoping Gianna would let her make it up. She didn't have any other plans beyond picking up the pieces of her life and starting over. The only thing she knew for sure was that she would never leave Gianna's side again.

Lorena walked outside to the pool. Stars lit the night sky, making the water twinkle. She went into the bathroom by the pool and caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Her face was marked with black mascara tracks from her tears. She ran her fingers through her hair, still trying to take in the fact that she was finally home. She had a sudden urge to do something out of the norm.

She walked into the shower and turned it on, not bothering to undress. She craved the feeling of the clean water. The first blast of steam was so soothing. She smiled as she washed away the memories of her incarceration. She sprayed the water over her chest and down her stomach, untying her shirt and caressing her breasts. She started imagining Gianna was there, picturing the things she would do to her as soon as she saw her again. The thoughts and the sensation of the shower heightened her arousal. She unbuttoned her jeans and nudged them down as the water soaked the denim. Her pussy moistened with every trickle.

Lorena began to touch herself. She stroked her clit as the water streamed over it. She was soaked all the way to her boots. She squatted down, aiming the shower head directly at her pussy as she fingered herself. Each thrust of her fingers edged her closer to climax. She began fucking herself faster, her fingers going deeper. The stream of water massaged her clit until she came powerfully. This was the first orgasm Lorena had experienced in a long time. It felt so pure. She had missed the privacy to openly embrace her sexuality.

Meanwhile Gianna had arrived home and realized at once that someone had been in the house, as Lorena had moved objects around. Gianna saw the side door was open, and heard running water as she came closer. She followed the source of the noise cautiously, but was stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Lorena splayed on the shower floor, playing with herself, with water cascading over her. She looked more beautiful than ever.

Lorena caught sight of her lover and beckoned for her to come closer, licking her lips lustfully. Gianna stepped inside the shower without stopping to undress and knelt down, grabbing Lorena's face and kissing her passionately. She had sorely missed the taste of her lips. After all this time, their affection for each other was more powerful than ever.

Lorena took Gianna in her arms and sprayed her back with water. It streamed down her skirt, making it stick to the curves of her firm ass. Lorena reached down to squeeze her ass cheeks as she kissed her neck. Gianna was overwhelmed with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes as their lips met once more.

Lorena stood up and shut off the water. Gianna unzipped Lorena’s boots and peeled off her jeans, then hoisted Lorena's leg over her shoulder. She licked and sucked at Lorena's clit, still pulsing and swollen from her first orgasm. Lorena ran her hands through Gianna's hair and rocked her hips, taking in the sweet pressure of her mouth. Gianna whirled her tongue faster. Lorena began to tremble. She shut her eyes tight and scraped her hands over the shower walls. She moaned loudly as she came all over Gianna's mouth.

"Come on,” Lorena said as she kissed Gianna and held her tight. “Let’s go for a swim.” They went out to the pool, shedding the rest of their clothes and jumping in. Lorena swam to the edge and Gianna pinned her from behind. She kissed the nape of Lorena's neck as she pressed close. Lorena turned to face her and wrapped her legs around Gianna's waist. They ground together, slowly rocking back and forth under the water. Gianna held on tight as Lorena’s pussy mound rubbed against hers harder. The slow motion hit her clit just right. Gianna bit down on Lorena’s earlobe to stifle her moans. Lorena squeezed Gianna's ass and thrust against her. Gianna’s whole body shook as her orgasm overflowed within her.

They moved to the shallows, lying back on the steps. Lorena sucked Gianna’s stiff nipples lovingly. Gianna scooted higher, so her pussy was out of the water, and Lorena moved between her legs. She licked her way up Gianna’s thighs, and kissed all over her pussy. Gianna spread her legs wide as Lorena ran her tongue over her drenched slot. She slid her fingers inside her as she devoured her clit. The water splashed around her hand as her fingers slid in and out. Gianna's stomach was pulsing out of control as she chased her second orgasm. Lorena sucked her clit more ravenously, gently scraping her teeth over the flesh. She edged her fingers deeper inside Gianna's tight wet hole, wriggling them until Gianna climaxed all over her hand. Gianna grabbed Lorena's wrist as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Gianna sat up and took Lorena's face in her hands, kissing her softly. They lay in each other’s arms a while, both panting from their exertions. Their bare skin shone in the moonlight as they basked in each other’s presence. Time stood still. It was as if Lorena had never left.

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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Phone Sex

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by "Phone Sex" starring Emily J

Emily was home starting dinner, staring blankly at the kitchen counter. She was bored with the monotony of her evenings now that her boyfriend wasn't there. Jordan was away on a business trip. It was the second week of his absence and Emily missed him dreadfully. She spoke to him on the phone quite often, but the hunger for him was becoming overwhelming.

She heard her phone ring as the water in the pot began to simmer. She scattered some noodles in the water and hurried over to the couch. It was Jordan. He sounded sad as he confessed that he missed her as well. Emily knew exactly what to do to make him feel better; and in turn, it might soothe her own aching for his touch.

She brought up the story of their steamiest encounter. Back before they lived together, Jordan would come over once a week for a lunch date. He had mentioned a very kinky fantasy he wanted to try and Emily had been eager to make it come true. While Jordan was on the phone, Emily recounted every detail, letting them recapture that special experience together.

Emily had been in a naughty mood that day. She was expecting Jordan shortly and was hurrying to get ready. She had invited him over for lunch, but had cooked absolutely nothing. Instead of dressing up in a favorite outfit, she decided to wrap a short black apron around her naked body. The knot was loose, so she took a leather belt and used it to keep the apron snug around her waist. She searched in the freezer for something to defrost for later, but wound up opening a box of cherry popsicles. Emily unwrapped the treat just as Jordan rang the doorbell.

“My, don't you look sexy!” he smiled. Emily smiled back and tasted the tip of the popsicle. She pulled Jordan close and kissed his lips. Jordan almost melted, tasting the sweet juice from her mouth. He had been longing to see her for days. Just the sight of her made his cock rock hard. He caressed her voluptuous bottom beneath the loose knot of the apron. He kissed her passionately and held her close.

“So is this your idea of lunch?” he laughed as Emily pulled him toward the kitchen table. Emily didn't answer. She held the popsicle in her mouth and sat on the tabletop. She spread her legs in front of Jordan, revealing her freshly shaved pussy under the skirt of the apron.

“Sit,” she said firmly. Jordan obeyed, sitting down on the chair in front of her. Emily spread her legs wider over the table, almost in a perfect split. She sucked lustfully at her frozen treat and smiled.

“Eat,” she commanded. Jordan leaned between Emily's thighs and licked hungrily at her pussy. She was already soaked. He could feel her warmth from his tongue's first stroke. Emily leaned back and continued to suck the popsicle as Jordan sucked on her clit and lapped up and down her slot. She let the popsicle slide in and out of her mouth as she took in each powerful sensation.

“Now watch,” she said, Jordan moving back slightly to appreciate the sight as Emily stroked her pussy with the popsicle. Jordan felt the tip of his cock bulge to the zipper line of his pants, as he watched the popsicle melt slowly over Emily's flesh. He leaned in to taste it off her slit. The cool sweetness seeped over his tongue as he rounded his lips over her pussy.

Emily was close to coming, but she didn't want to let go yet. She tossed the popsicle aside and sat up, taking the belt from around her waist and wrapping it around Jordan's neck to pull him close. He gasped as Emily started rubbing her feet over his crotch. She could feel his erection growing even bigger. Jordan bit his lip and rocked his hips up to increase the contact. He had a thing for Emily’s beautiful feet.

Emily stood up. “Down,” she said firmly. Immediately grasping what she wanted, Jordan got on his hands and knees and Emily used the belt like a collar to walk him to the bedroom. She loved toying with him. Jordan tried to lean down to kiss Emily's feet, but just managed a peck on her toes before Emily yanked the belt up.

“Stand up,” she said as she unfastened the belt. “Take off your clothes.” Jordan hurriedly undressed and awaited his next command. Emily pulled off her apron, Jordan's mouth watering at the sight of her perfect curves. His eyes lit up like Christmas morning as she took one of her favorite toys out of the nightstand – a smooth blue butt plug. Jordan had always wanted to try one, but never dared.

“Face down, ass up on the bed!” Emily commanded. Jordan crawled on the bed and pressed his face down on the pillows, nervous but excited. Emily moved behind him, belt in hand. “Ass higher!” she said, spanking his cheeks with the belt.

“Yes! Yes, ma'am!” he groaned, adjusting his position. Emily marveled at the sight of his rigid dick. She caressed his flushed cheeks as she licked the toy to lube it up and started rubbing it against his asshole. She spat on the toy again and started to insert it slowly, inch by inch. Jordan whimpered as the toy stretched him open. It felt strange, but good. Emily slid it out, spat on it again, then eased it all the way in. Jordan gripped the sheets and growled, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations.

Emily rolled him over and straddled his waist, squatting as she sunk down on his stiff cock. She rode vigorously, big tits bouncing as she slid up and down. Jordan gripped her hips tightly as he felt her sugar walls tighten around his cock from base to tip. Emily fucked him harder, his cock penetrating deep in her pussy. She could no longer keep the climax she had held in at bay. She moaned loudly as she leaned toward him. Jordan gripped her sides, holding her steady as he thrust up into her at just the right angle to make her come all over his cock. He felt her juice leak over his balls as her pussy clenched around him. Jordan lifted Emily up over his face to taste her creamy slit. She ground her pussy on his mouth to ride out the last shivers of her orgasm. She held on tight to the headboard as he whirled his tongue around her clit.

When the final tremors of her climax were dying away, Emily lay on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed so Jordan could fuck her mouth. His cock was so hard she could see the veins throbbing. She held his hips as she took his cock deep in her throat. He groaned, feeling his balls tighten. He leaned over the bed, his cock sliding even deeper as his load spurted out. Emily swallowed most of it down, letting a little escape to trickle out of the sides of her mouth as she flickered her tongue over the head. She licked her lips, savoring the tangy sweetness.

By this point of the story, Emily had her hand in her panties and was climaxing around her fingers. Jordan came all over his hand listening to Emily gasping as she tried to finish the story.  

“I can't wait to see you next week!” Jordan panted over the speaker.

“Me too,” Emily replied sweetly. “Good night, darling.”

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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Madame Nastya's Servant

Erotic fiction by Kat and Rose, inspired by Solana and Nasty S

Madame Nastya woke up in a bad mood. Her servant Solana was nowhere to be seen.

“Solana!” she yelled. “Get your lazy ass in here at once and fetch my slippers!”

“Coming, Madame!” the servant gasped as she hurried up the staircase. She hesitated as she entered the room, assessing her mistress’s mood, then knelt to place the slippers gently on her feet. She helped her put on her black silk robe and then stood there apprehensively, waiting for her next order.

“Slow and clumsy as ever,” Madame Nastya grumbled. “How many times do I have to tell you to be here when I wake up?”

“I’m sorry, Madame,” Solana murmured. “I was so hungry. I had some bread and water while I was preparing your breakfast.”

“You greedy, lazy, insolent girl!” Madame Nastya snapped. “Do I have to punish you for the same thing every day? Fetch the paddle.”

Silently, Solana took the leather paddle from the drawer of the dressing table and handed it to her mistress. She got on all fours on the bed and lifted her plaid shirt. Madame Nastya gazed at the inviting sight. The girl had a firm round bottom, perfect for spanking. She took hold of the chain attached to Solana’s leather collar, tugging on it to keep her still – not that the servant would have dared to move. Then she waited, savoring the thought of what she was about to do, until the girl was trembling with anticipation.

The slapping sound of the paddle hitting Solana’s bare ass broke the silence. The girl let out a little gasp of shock, but didn’t move. Madame Nastya paused for a long moment, enjoying the sight of the pale skin flushing an angry red. Then she spanked her again. This time the girl moaned, trembling harder.

Madame Nastya rubbed her palms over the girl’s glowing red cheeks, soothing them, before spanking her again. She gave her three slaps of the paddle in quick succession, making her cry out, and then stroked her gently. It was driving Solana crazy. She never knew when her mistress was going to strike or soothe her. Sometimes she would cry out before she was even struck. The anticipation of the blow muddled her mind.

The heat numbed the pain, but only for a moment. It was the most exquisite torture. Each slap of the paddle seemed to send the heat surging into her pussy, as if it were a physical thing seeking entrance. Her legs were shaking, and she could feel juice seeping out between her pussy lips. The humiliation was almost too much to bear. She bit her lip to stop herself begging as she felt her mistress yank her sodden panties down her thighs.

“I’m hungry too,” Madame Nastya said coldly, pushing three long fingers into Solana’s slick hole. She pumped them in and out until the girl was quivering, then tugged on her leash, making her go face down, ass up. She licked the girl’s burning cheeks before sliding her tongue into her creamed up snatch. When Solana let out a moan of pleasure, her mistress laughed cruelly.

“What a dirty little tramp you are, Solana! You’re the worst servant in the country. All you’re good for is getting your ass spanked and your cunt eaten!” She resumed her licking, each sweep of her tongue making the girl moan louder, until she was on the verge of orgasm. Solana rocked back against her mistress’s mouth, all self-control lost as the pain, pleasure, fear and arousal mingled in a jumble of heightened sensation. Madame Nastya could make her come at any moment, if she chose to; but today, the punishment would continue.

Madame Nastya pushed Solana onto her back, sliding her sticky fingers into the girl’s mouth to make her taste her own pussy juice. Then she straddled her servant’s face, using the leash to hold her in place as she ground her soaked slot against the girl’s mouth. Solana licked her mistress’s clit firmly, just as she knew she liked it. She was so desperate to come but she didn’t dare touch herself. She focused all her attention on eating Madame Nastya’s pussy, sucking down her juice and lapping at her slippery folds until at last her mistress yelled out and shook with a tremendous orgasm.

When she’d ridden out the final tremors of her climax, Madame Nastya dismounted, grabbed the leather paddle and unceremoniously thrust its thick handle into her servant’s pulsing snatch.

“Good girl, Solana,” she said; and it was her words as much as the sudden penetration that sent the servant over the edge into a climax that rocked her whole body. She sobbed with relief as the spasms wracked her body, leaving her breathless and dizzy.

When she finally regained her senses, Solana began to straighten her clothes; but her mistress stopped her.

“Don’t bother putting your panties back on. You won’t be needing them today,” Madame Nastya said. “Fetch my breakfast, and then I’ll decide what to do with you next. I don’t know whether to make you suck my new strap-on cock, or let the gardeners fuck you…”

Many thanks to our member, Kat, for writing this story with me. 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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The Asylum, Episode Four: Fulfilled

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Paul Black’s masterpiece “Asylum,” and featuring Beata, Sweet Cat and Alexa Tomas.

This is a continuation from episode three, which was posted on this blog on May 23rd 2016. The story so far: Sweet Cat wakes to find herself locked in a room in a derelict building. As her mysterious female captor – Alexa – touches her, Cat watches another girl, Beata, masturbating. Alexa leads her into an elevator, where they explore an intimate and intense connection between them, and Cat makes Alexa orgasm…

The story continues…

The sweetness was intense but short, as now Sweet Cat’s epic urge to climax took control. Without giving her soulmate time to recover, she wanted to get fucked hard and squirt every drop of the pussy juice dammed up inside her, which was ready to burst out and flood the claustrophobic elevator cabin.

“Te voy a dar lo que quiere ... pero eres mía ahora. No se puede ocultar de mí por más tiempo.” Alexa’s musical voice echoed deep inside Cat’s heart, just as it echoed around the cold metallic walls of the cramped elevator. Cat didn’t understand the words on a conscious level, but hearing Alexa speak drove her crazy, especially as Alexa’s eyes were devouring her while she trembled through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

The elevator was still stuck between floors, but the doors suddenly opened a little way, leaving a gap that exposed Cat’s ass. A draft of cold air blew across her hot skin and between her juice-soaked thighs, giving her pleasurable goosebumps. Alexa gently but insistently pushed Cat closer to the gap.

“Why are you doing this? I need to come… please make me come!” Cat begged. Her ass pressed against the cold metal, her dripping pussy positioned right at the gap between the doors. She felt strangely observed… desired… available… as if offering her pleasure to an unknown predator lurking on the other side of the broken doors.

She was exquisitely aware that whatever happened, she was trapped in the tight space, with Alexa holding her firmly against the doors, now teasing her again by pressing her own oily body against hers. The sense of vulnerability and exposure made Cat afraid, and very excited. Her arousal bubbled up again, even more strongly, craving someone or something to accept the lust she was offering.

As if her desire were being answered, her lubed-up pussy was stroked by a soft, mysterious hand.

“Who is touching me? Are you going to fuck me?” Cat thought. The fingers dragged long, vigorous, circling strokes around her pussy mound, starting to probe inside, going deeper… breaching the outer margins to reach the quivering pink core of her pulsing hole. They teased around her sensitive clit, making her moan wildly. They inched deeper again, making her juice trickle out, but never giving the single hard stroke to her clit that could push her over the edge. The fingers brushed around the opening to her pussy, hinting at the penetration that Cat wanted, her G-spot throbbing with need. Another few strokes, lubricating her hole with even more juice, and finally the fingers thrust deep inside Cat, going straight to her G-spot and massaging it hard and fast.

“Harder… fuck me harder! she whimpered. Her juices began to squirt out, splashing over Alexa’s thighs. Alexa was kissing her and squeezing her breasts, one hand sliding between her cheeks to stimulate her asshole. Cat was trembling, the assault on her senses overwhelming as the mysterious fingers fucked her pussy while Alexa penetrated her ass. Her primal moans mingled with the filthy squelching sound of her soaked holes being fucked. This was exactly what she needed… to be slowly and intensely seduced, held on the edge and stripped of control over her own pleasure; yielding control in return for more pleasure, fuelled by mysterious love.

“It’s coming… it’s coming!” she shrieked, the furious fingering bringing her right to the brink of a truly apocalyptic orgasm. And finally she was over the edge, free falling. She felt her climax explode like an unstable bottle of nitroglycerin, squirting a powerful jet of juice from her spasming pussy. The fingers fucked her mercilessly right through her orgasm, drawing it out until her legs would have collapsed and let her fall if not for Alexa’s body pressing her against the dirty metal doors. The shock of such an epic orgasm was so strong that she didn’t even realize the fingers were still pounding her G-spot steadily, pushing her inexorably towards another explosion.

Perceiving the repeated swell of her lust, the fingers moved faster again, drawing infinite abstract, looping figures against her G-spot, making her shake. A moment later she came again, squirting like a bursting dam, making a puddle of juice on the floor. This time Alexa let her slide to the ground, her ass landing in the sticky pool, her over-stimulated pussy still twitching.

As she slowly regained consciousness she felt the cold air blow over her sweaty back. The fingers were gone… and so was Alexa! The elevator doors creaked closed, and it began to descend. Cat was still trembling, smeared with oil, sweat and juice.

“What happened to Alexa?” she thought, over and over again. Her confused, pleasure-blown mind could not decode the mystery.

The elevator reached its destination, the rusty doors shrieking open and presenting Cat with an unexpected choice. Right in front of her, the hallway ended in a pair of huge doors, which were wide open and flooding the hall with daylight. It was the exit! All she had to do was get up and walk away from this disturbing place, towards her freedom.

Was it really that simple? Could she walk away as if nothing had happened, and forget Alexa forever? Thinking about Alexa made Cat wonder whether walking into the light was really freedom after all. What she had shared with Alexa had felt so deep and intimate that it was more precious than anything to her now. She was sure Alexa was not beyond those doors, and that was impossible to accept. There is no freedom without love, without an intimate connection with another heart, another mind and body. To be so deeply united that words are not necessary, just a smile, a soft touch, and all the wild desires shared. There was no freedom outside because Alexa was there… deep inside… calling Cat louder and louder.

Slowly getting to her feet, Cat turned away from the daylight and pressed the only button on the elevator panel, letting the doors close again, hoping it would bring her back to Alexa’s arms. As the doors closed, Cat suddenly woke up on the old bed, inside the decrepit room where everything had begun. She was covered by the prickly brown blanket, her body still slippery with juice and oil.

She felt rested and relaxed, and she could already hear Alexa’s voice calling her from deep inside.  

“Estoy aquí con usted ... me abrazas muy dentro de ti mismo ... nuestro amor nos hace uno!” Words weren’t important; she could understand the emotion in Alexa’s beautiful voice better than her own language.

Without even realizing it, she kicked the blanket away from her, onto the floor, spreading her long legs and starting to finger herself. By the time her juices began to squirt out, she could see Alexa appearing in front of her, slowly approaching and ready to have wild sex again.

Many thanks to our member, Lex, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

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The Asylum, Episode Three: Submitted

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Paul Black’s masterpiece “Asylum,” and featuring Beata, Sweet Cat and Alexa Tomas.

This is a continuation from episode two, which was posted on this blog on May 2nd 2016. The story so far: Sweet Cat wakes to find herself locked in a room in a derelict building. As her mysterious female captor – Alexa – touches her, Cat watches another girl, Beata, masturbating; but once again Alexa denies her any orgasmic release…

The story continues…

Incapable of concentrating on anything around her, Sweet Cat was having serious trouble standing upright. She was trembling and shaking from the overwhelming, unreleased pleasure filling every single millimeter of her body, all the way to her fingertips. She was so horny and so close to orgasm that a tiny breath on her clit could have pushed her over the edge, but for some reason she just couldn’t come. Had Alexa put her under some kind of spell?

As rational as she normally was, she felt that Alexa was the only one who could make her climax, no matter how hard she tried to finger fuck herself. It was almost as if Alexa’s fingers were covered in spice! Cat could feel an intense tingling inside, running from her clit to her G-spot, as if Alexa’s fingers had left some kind of electric trace there. There was some kind of intimate connection between them… but who was Alexa?

Just at the moment that Cat thought her name, Alexa appeared in the hallway. Finally Cat could see her in all her stunning beauty: jet black hair, dark eyes filled with passion, and a perfectly toned body. She was as beautiful as Cat, but somehow her opposite: Cat’s starry eyes inspired love and sweetness, while Alexa’s deep, blazing eyes were filled with uncontainable passion and lust. Both like goddesses, but opposed.

Alexa began calling to Cat, touching her own naked body, using herself as bait to lure Cat towards her. Still wildly aroused, Cat approached her, trembling as she saw Alexa touch herself so intimately. As she drew closer, she became aware of an elevator at the end of the hallway. She could hear the rusted metal doors shrieking as they slid open and closed, over and over. Beyond the doors was the deep darkness of the small and claustrophobic cabin. Step by step, Alexa moved towards the elevator, drawing Cat behind her, and finally entering and being swallowed by the darkness.

Just a step away from the elevator doors, Cat briefly glimpsed inside the cabin as the doors opened. The space was small and constricting, barely large enough for two people. The cold metal walls and rubber floor were dirty… but the most disturbing thing was that Alexa wasn’t inside! Just a few seconds earlier she had lured Cat to follow her; but now, where was she? Cat was struggling to stay focused, still tormented by lust, the pleasure inside her pussy screaming to burst out, just as she desired to escape from that insane place.

“Ven adentro... ven dentro de mí!” Alexa’s voice whispered from the empty elevator.

Cat was terribly scared to enter this dirty and inescapable trap, yet that sensual voice calling her like a siren was literally irresistible. Her lust was controlling her, pulling her inside. Once she was inside, the cabin doors closed behind her, the cold metal brushing against her ass and sending a chill through her. The sensation, and the shrieking noise, made her very uneasy; and worse still, when the doors closed she was in total darkness.

She could hear her own accelerated breathing, and feel the cold metal touching her like perverted hands hungry for her naked flesh. But strangely, being trapped in this claustrophobic space was making her sexual excitement grow ever stronger. She could hear deep growling noises, as if she were in the belly of a beast that had swallowed her whole, to taste each drop of her liquid passion.

Suddenly Cat felt something caressing her body – an oily substance pouring from the walls and ceiling of the elevator. The smell of sex was intense. Rivulets coated her skin, making it feel even more sensitive. Then something else touched her in the darkness!

Something was stroking her left hip, sending chills of pleasure through her; then something grabbed her well-oiled breast… there was something between her legs too, something long, slippery, strong and muscular.

“Alexa?” As Cat murmured her name questioningly, the cold neon lights inside the elevator sparked into life, revealing Alexa right in front of her, oiled up and embracing her tightly. Her lively and curious hands were on Cat’s breasts, squeezing her hard nipples. Between each squeeze she pressed her own breasts against Cat’s, their hard nipples stroking against each other. Alexa’s toned thigh pushed right between Cat’s legs, rubbing against her juicy pussy.

Alexa kissed Cat’s mouth sweetly for the first time, a second and then a third. Cat felt so loved, surrounded by passion. The quiet sweetness of the tender embrace moved her, even as the fury of lust screamed to be released within her. Her pussy was open like a flower, soaking Alexa’s thigh, and she felt the urge to rub faster against it. Sensing Cat’s hunger, Alexa kissed her deeper, sucking on her tongue. The oil was pouring down, lubricating their bodies as they ground together.

Cat’s orgasm was surging up now, as Alexa grasped her hips, pulling her vigorously against her own body. Cat began to stroke Alexa’s clit, the overpowering smell of sex saturating her senses in the enclosed space… and suddenly the elevator began to move. It was going up, making a metallic groan, but the girls were so intent on each other they barely noticed. Cat’s fingers slipped inside Alexa’s pussy, which was as creamy on the inside as her own. Alexa moaned, between the kisses and licks. Cat’s pussy spilled a fresh deluge of juice over Alexa’s leg as her fingers went in and out, deeper and harder, while the elevator continued its endless ascent. Cat felt Alexa’s G-spot pulsing against the tips of her fingers.

The connection between them was something tangible, their lust the conducting wire and their passion the electrical flood running in both directions from pussy to pussy. Juices poured out, drops splashing over Cat’s hand and trickling down Alexa’s thigh, both of them on the verge of losing control. They were one body, one mind filled with desire, one lust; their bodies deeply connected, mouths breathing from each other, pussies filled. They were one now, but their passion was double, triple, quadruple! Somehow Cat could feel Alexa inside her thoughts, could feel her need for release, making her own even harder to contain. She could hardly believe such a deep love could exist in such a filthy place. Their beauty was uncontaminated by the darkness.

The elevator had been rising just as their pleasure had, but now as they both hovered on the edge of orgasm it stopped and began to descend, slowly and silently, almost as if it were floating. Cat’s urge to climax was stronger than ever, but it wasn’t her moment; and deep inside she wanted it to be like this, wanted Alexa to be in control, wanted to be dominated, and to submit to her lust.

Almost crying from the tension of holding in her orgasm, still tribbing on Alexa’s leg, Cat began to fuck Alexa mercilessly, using her fingers like a dick. Alexa was squirming and convulsing as Cat hammered her G-spot, until with a wild cry her orgasm exploded from her. She squirted a thick jet of hot juice over Cat’s hand, shaking and moaning. As Cat’s fingers slowed and she kissed Alexa lovingly, the elevator stopped.

To be continued…

Many thanks to our member, Lex, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

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The Asylum, Episode Two: Denied

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Paul Black’s masterpiece “Asylum,” and featuring Beata, Sweet Cat and Alexa Tomas.

This is a continuation from episode one, which was posted on this blog on April 18th 2016. The story so far: Sweet Cat wakes to find herself locked in a room in a derelict building. As her mysterious female captor watches, a strange presence seems to control and penetrate her, teasing her to the point of orgasm before suddenly withdrawing.

The story continues…

Sweet Cat’s mind slowly resurfaced. She still felt the uncontrollable pleasure pushing against her swollen inner labia and struggling to escape from her wide open and creamy pussy hole. Her pussy was dripping and aching for the orgasm that had been denied her, squirming and convulsing. Her consciousness was regaining control but the need for that wet orgasmic explosion was stronger than ever. The frustration was beyond imagination, and as soon as Cat’s trembling body was back under her own control, she wanted to satisfy those urges.

Without even thinking, Cat shoved two fingers inside her juicy pussy, so deep she could cover her whole G-spot with the middle and ring finger to massage it like those mysterious fingers had done so well. She didn’t care about anything else now, as she finger fucked herself hard, feeling intense waves of pleasure thrilling across her body. Her pussy was squelching loudly, spilling out hot juices that dripped onto the dirty floor. It was wild and she felt no inhibition; all she could think about was the epic orgasm she needed to release.

She was fucking herself harder and harder, stroking her G-spot so fast that each touch sent shocks to her whole body, bouncing in a pure earthquake of lust. Saliva drooled down onto her breasts, circling her hard rock nipples. She stroked her breasts with her left hand, moisturizing her bouncing tits with her saliva as her pussy, ass and thighs were drenched in her pussy juices.

It was there, it was right there… but still, nothing!

She could feel herself on the verge of losing that intense balance between the growing pleasure and the beautiful free fall that anticipates the orgasm. The pleasure was growing, she could feel herself falling over the edge... but infinitely, never reaching the ocean of pure lust she was working for. No matter how hard she fucked herself, she couldn’t come.

Cat was once again clenching and trembling without control, like a flag in a windstorm, but the frustration was holding her suspended in the void. She couldn’t stop fucking herself, her pleasure growing after each stroke, but she couldn’t reach her explosion. She was filling herself with more pleasure, making her frustration grow stronger, just to make her fight back with stronger pleasure.

“I need to come, please let me come!” she moaned, begging over and over, but to no avail.

Trembling with frustration, Cat slid to the floor, her ass in the puddle of her juices, the warmth and smell of her own arousal making her feel as if the need to come was more important than breathing. The thought surfaced in her mind that the mysterious captor had done something to her. Just at that moment, another strange metallic noise broke the silence of the hallway. Cat turned to see the door was open… she could escape.

She stood up, her feet in the sticky puddle and her ass wet with juice, and silently moved through the door and into the hallway. It was so long she couldn’t see the end of it, and the intense daylight made it difficult to focus. There were doors on each side of the hall. On hers, the handwritten note said ‘Sweet Cat,’ while the one opposite said ‘Beata.’

Wondering how many girls were imprisoned there was such a creepy thought that she wanted to get away as quickly as possible. But the silence was broken once again by a moan of pleasure coming from the door right in front of her. Frightened but very curious, Cat approached Beata’s door and peered through the aperture. A beautiful blonde girl with silky white skin was naked on her hands and knees on an iron bed identical to the one in her own room, naked and fucking herself hard with a carrot!

Cat couldn’t believe her eyes. Beata was using the carrot like it was a real cock, pushing it in hard and deep. Her moans of pleasure made Cat uncontrollably horny again, and without even being aware of it, her right hand went back to her dripping pussy, rubbing her throbbing clit, while her left hand caressed her breasts. Her thighs opened to let her fingers slide inside her pussy.

She hoped she could come in unison with Beata. Watching her fuck herself with the carrot was surely the right fuel for the blaze she was ready to unleash. As Cat’s fingers reached the edge of her well-lubricated pussy hole, she felt something else penetrate her slowly, going very deep and hitting her G-spot.

“It’s those fingers again!” she moaned, pure pleasure radiating through her. This time she could feel the mysterious female presence pressing against her sticky body – and she was naked too. Her hard nipples were pushing against Cat’s back as if they would pierce it, toned legs embracing her own. If only Cat could turn around and see her perfect body.

“I’ll call you Alexa.” The thought came spontaneously to Cat’s lust-driven subconscious. Her sexual excitement was way past the point of control, and she squirmed with pleasure as her pussy was finger fucked, with the same rhythm and intensity with which Beata was fucking herself.

“Te dejaré el orgasmo después de que ella tiene un orgasmo… pero hay que rogarme!” Alexa whispered in her ear. Cat couldn’t understand her, but she was overwhelmed by the feeling of the strong fingers on her G-spot, drawing fast circles and fucking her so hard. Her pleasure was ready to explode out of her. Beata’s increasingly loud moans told Cat she was approaching her orgasm, and now the urge to come was unbearable.

“I can’t hold it… please let me come! I want to come now!”

The only response from Alexa was to place a hand over Cat’s mouth, containing her moans, as she fucked her even harder and faster. She was in the infinite loop of free falling pleasure once again, driving her crazy. To make it even more intense, Alexa started kissing and biting her neck, drooling a hot stream of saliva down her spine. It ran down to her ass, where it mixed with the mess of her own juices. Meanwhile Beata was going wild, in the midst of a pleasure storm, as the carrot sent her G-spot into overdrive.

“Ella está teniendo un orgasm,” whispered Alexa. At that moment, Beata’s body shook and spasmed as she climaxed hard.

“Please let me come now! Please! I need it so bad!” Cat’s mind screamed out. She felt the rivulets of juice pour down her thighs as Alexa’s fingers pounded her hard. The sensation of an apocalyptic orgasm pushing to explode out of her was so powerful. She was so close… and then she felt the first tremors.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come so hard!” her mind shrieked. And then Alexa’s fingers suddenly withdrew, just like before, leaving her trembling and clenching uncontrollably, without satisfaction. She was frustrated, drunk with the pleasure that was coursing through her, feeling herself now losing all connection with reality… if it was real at all.

To be continued…

Many thanks to our member, Lex, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

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The Asylum, Episode One: Teased

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Paul Black’s masterpiece “Asylum” and featuring Beata B, Sweet Cat and Alexa Tomas.

The strong flare of daylight was waking Sweet Cat up. She opened her beautiful crystal eyes slowly, feeling a little dizzy. Around her there was nothing but a deep, unsettling silence, occasionally broken by small drops of water falling somewhere near her.

“Where am I?” Rapidly looking around for answers, Cat found herself to be in an abandoned building. The room was in a totally derelict state: the plaster falling from the walls in places so that broken bricks were visible, the ruined ceiling crumbling onto the dirty, ugly tiled floor. There was a terrible smell of mold and the room was empty, except for the small iron bed in the center where Sweet Cat was lying. She had never been there before.

“What is this place?” Her skin started to prickle and she looked down at herself. She was lying on a rusty bed, on a dirty mattress, covered only by a brown blanket that was making her itch. “Where are my clothes? Why I am naked? Why am I here?”

Questions and more questions; but no answers. Cat couldn’t remember anything before that moment. She could remember her name, everything about herself and her life, but nothing about how she ended up naked in an abandoned and decrepit building. Determined to discover more and hopefully leave that scary place, Cat stood up, holding the itchy brown blanket to cover herself, as being completely naked and exposed in this place was making her feel too vulnerable.

The light of the sun was strong, suggesting it was early morning. It came from a small window near the ceiling, covered by iron bars, which gave Cat the disturbing feeling of being imprisoned. She walked towards the door, the cold floor making intense chills run up her spine. Each step on the dirty floor made her chills stronger, almost as if an invisible hand was vigorously massaging her whole back, starting at her ass and running hard and hungry up to her neck. At first it seemed like just a consequence of the cold, but as she walked the strokes seemed to get stronger and more ambiguous, lingering in a more persistent way on her ass before continuing their ascent of her bare back. It was almost as if someone or something was attempting to penetrate her ass! It made Cat feel she was being observed by some presence she couldn’t bring clearly into focus… and in a subtle way, it was making her sexually excited too.

She reached for the rusted metal door – only to discover there was no handle. She pushed against it insistently, and it gave slightly, the noise of the creaking metal echoing around the room; but she grew increasingly agitated as she realized it was locked. She was trapped!

There were two horizontal slots in the door, one at the level of her eyes, giving her a partial view of the dirty and deserted hallway beyond it. The other was lower, covered by a metal plate.

“Is this for food? Where am I?” Cat murmured. Her pulse was racing; what if she wasn’t alone after all? What if the noise she’d made had attracted someone’s attention? She felt panic rising in her.

“No puedes salir!” whispered a seductive female voice. Almost as if reading Cat’s mind, the answer came: she wasn’t alone. But who was with her? Another prisoner… or someone else? Both possibilities seemed equally alarming. Cat looked through the slot in the door. On the other side of the hallway was another door; on it was tacked a piece of paper with the handwritten name ‘Beata.’ Could that be who was speaking?

“No puedes salir!” whispered the sensual voice once again. Cat couldn’t understand the language, but it seemed the voice was coming from somewhere in the long hallway.

The silence was suddenly broken by the loud noise of scraping metal, followed by another softer sound that grew gradually louder… footsteps. There was someone in the hallway, approaching Cat’s door rapidly. The soft steps suggested their feet were bare. She had the sudden urge to hide. She ducked down onto her knees, her shoulders pressed against the cold wall, the blanket wrapped around her.

The footsteps stopped in front of her door. She saw a shadow through the aperture. There was nothing but silence for a while, making her heart beat even faster, and then there was a metallic clang against the door. A few moments, and the sound came again. It gave Cat an intense thrill, her excitement growing stealthily, sensitive spots tingling. As she held her breath, the metal plate on the lower part of the door opened and a small silver dish slid through and fell to the ground. Gripping the blanket tightly, Cat craned forward to look. The dish held a rotten apple, a thick carrot, and a handwritten note carrying the ambiguous message: ‘Your lunch, my pleasure!’ Disgusted, Cat refused to even touch the dish, the silent presence at the door making her even more unsettled.

Without warning, the intense chills began to stimulate her sensitive body again, lingering and massaging in a very intimate way, taking more time between her round and juicy ass cheeks. Something was slowly penetrating her ass! Despite the shock, it was an exciting sensation. There was still silence from outside the door, but it was there… watching! Cat could now clearly feel something lurking between her legs, slowly but vigorously fucking her ass deeper and deeper. It felt like a finger. Her pussy was getting wet, juice seeping out. The mysterious finger was going deeper, the pace accelerating, fucking her beautiful ass. Pleasure was radiating from that point until it reached every part of her body, making her thoroughly aroused. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy spreading open and dripping, her nipples hardening, and her skin covered in goosebumps. Her confusion was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure relentlessly devouring her body bit by bit.

“I can’t come… it will hear me!” Cat fought to stifle her moans. She was just one step from losing control, but the mysterious presence outside the door couldn’t see her where she was crouched down. As if reading her mind, the fucking became harder and deeper, pressing inside her towards her pussy, making it almost impossible for her to stay silent. Wetness was flowing down her thighs and puddling on the floor between her feet. She tried to hold her breath but her pleasure was becoming uncontrollable. She let the blanket fall, leaving her naked and exposed. Her body was in the embrace of the wildest pleasure she had ever known, not just because her ass was getting fucked so hard and deep, but because she was so vulnerable and she knew the presence was somehow feeding on her excitement.

Her fear was screaming at her to resist, to stay hidden by the wall; but the pleasure was more determined. It was impossible to fight, as the fear was driving her excitement – and as her arousal built, the strange presence began to express its own excitement with rapid and heavy breathing. Cat’s body and mind were both being penetrated by something she could only sense, and like a true predator, it was hungry to consume her.

She was shaking, her long legs starting to clench. She was still resisting in her mind, and she was aware the presence knew this. Suddenly the finger stopped moving, pressing hard inside her to keep her pussy hot and juicy. The loud clang against the door came again, making her nervous and bringing her excitement to an even higher level. The door opened and Cat saw the shadow take form as an elegant female silhouette. She held still against the wall, naked.

Only silence, and that perfect female form staying as still as a statue. It was as if she was sending a message that she was there, watching and in control. Cat pressed against the dirty wall, motionless, the mysterious finger pressing inside her ass. The blanket was near, and she wanted to grab it, to cover her nudity. She wanted to teach the mystery woman a lesson, to deny her enjoyment by covering her beautiful body. She tried to reach out slowly, to grab the blanket, while still keeping herself hidden, but the finger in her ass seemed to be holding her tightly in place. She managed to reach the blanket with her toe, but as she stretched towards it, the finger inside her ass began to arch towards her pussy from the inside. It was so hard and intense, massaging and stroking from within, that Cat lost control, the wave of pleasure making her moan loudly and almost overbalance.

“She saw me!” She pulled back against the wall, as the mysterious figure caught up the blanket and snatched it away. And now something else was happening… something even harder to resist. She could feel something else making its way between her legs, touching her inner thighs where they were wet with her juice, and reaching for her dripping pussy. It felt like fingers, long and feminine, stroking along the side of her clit. Cat felt overwhelmed, ready to beg for the double penetration that seemed inevitable now. The stimulation was giving her intense pleasure – the slow, deep ass fucking and the teasing of her pussy – but she craved more.  

It was an evil game. It was holding her there on the edge, knowing it could give her pleasure like never before, make her explode so hard she could pass out; but Cat knew she was being punished for hiding herself and trying to resist.

“Please… please fuck me!” Cat begged, surrendering completely to her desire. In response, the two fingers teasing at her pussy slid all the way inside, droplets of juice spilling out around them. A river of her cream was running down from her pussy, reaching for the other finger deep in her anus and dripping into the growing puddle on the dirty floor. The fingers hit her G-spot, rubbing hard. The room filled with the intense smell of Cat’s arousal as the fingers in her pussy and ass moved in unison.

Stroke after stroke, juices dripped out, the pure liquid lust making the floor sticky and wetting her toes. The fingers were moving so hard and deep that her body was trembling uncontrollably, her thighs clenching, loud squishy noises echoing around the room.

“I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come really hard! Please… please let me come!” Cat was screaming out her pleasure, feeling herself on the verge of an epic explosion.

“Tú me perteneces…tienes que rogarme!” the sensual voice whispered directly into Cat’s mind. Cat couldn’t understand the words, but she felt the imminent and extreme urge to come. The fucking was getting even harder and wilder, her pussy and thighs soaked.

“Please make me come! Please make me come!” Cat screamed. Hearing the words and feeling her desire, the fingers started to fuck her harder, slamming her G-spot into the middle of a finger-blasting storm, her ass getting pounded just as hard. It was right there; Cat could feel her climax swelling up, ready to make her juices squirt out. She was screaming and moaning, just a tiny step away from her explosion.

But right before giving her that last microscopic stroke to push her over the edge, both fingers in her pussy and the one in her ass pulled out suddenly. A stream of pussy juices poured out after them. Cat trembled with frustration, right on the verge of the epic orgasm she was hoping for, all the pent up pleasure inside her waiting to be released.

The mysterious female in the doorway turned and walked away, disappearing into the dirty hallway.

To be continued…

Many thanks to our member, Lex, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

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Circus

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux, inspired by Lorelei and Natalia

I walk into the tent expecting to see an array of animals. Instead there stands a tall girl, juggling colored balls. I watch her for a couple of minutes, mesmerized. Then I approach.

“Hello,” I say, a little shy.

“Hi,” she answers, looking at me. “Who are you?”  

“Oh, I’m just passing through.”

She’s still juggling as we speak. She stops. “Want to have a look around?”

I nod, pleased by the offer but wondering what there is to see. Would I bump into a dwarf, see a strongman, a clown? We walk through some bright silk curtains and enter a small room with an antique sofa and a large mirror. I look up, and there are mirrors on the ceiling.

“This is my den,” she says walking past me slowly.

“It's very cosy,” I say.

“Sit down.” She has an accent. French. “Here, let me take your coat.” She takes my brown leather coat off gently. I can feel her breath near my face, my ear. She’s wearing a tank top, and a short skirt that shows off her shapely legs. She sits next to me.

“What’s your name?” she whispers, her face close to mine.

“Mimi,” I answer. She’s staring at me, a smile appearing on her pretty face. Her hair is jet black, shoulder length; her skin, a creamy white.

“I’m Gigi,” she says, placing her hand on my thigh. It creeps up until it’s between my legs. I feel an instant wetness. Suddenly we’re kissing, her lips soft as they press against mine. She stops and looks at me with big brown eyes.

“You’re sweet,” she purrs, kissing my neck and biting my ear. I gasp. I put my arm around her and kiss her, my tongue entering deeply. She responds, fondling my breasts. I kiss her neck and shoulders and slowly lick my way down, lifting off her tank top. She has big, beautiful breasts, and her nipples are erect. I lick and suck them.

She’s moving now, taking my shirt off and undoing my jeans. I lie back on the couch and she sits up on me, takes off her skirt and starts grinding herself on my pussy. I’m so excited, I feel my pussy pulsing and wet. She’s on top of me, fucking me with her pussy. She moves up and down on me, our breasts touching. She gets faster. I grab her hips and bring her closer, so our clits are touching. We’re both on the verge of orgasm. She moves quicker and quicker and soon my head is strained back, my eyes closed tight, shrieking out, immersed in the pleasure.

She screams, and lies down on top of me, panting, breathing heavily near my face. I stroke her hair, she looks at me, and we kiss furiously. Her hand is now between my legs, and she slides two fingers into my dripping pussy. She’s kissing my breasts and fucking me. I cry out as she goes deeper, hitting my G-spot. Then she adds a third finger and my pussy is now exploding around them. She’s fucking me hard and I’m cumming, touching her whole body, her hips, her legs. She’s still on top of me, the weight an extra turn on.

She pushes at my throbbing G-spot, and suddenly I feel something different. There’s an extra fullness in my wet tunnel. I look down and her hand is holding one of the colored juggling balls. She pushes it in gently. Now I have two balls inside me. She pushes at the balls with her fingers, sending waves of desire through me. I’m immersed in this strange yet highly arousing sensation. I’m crazed, moaning and lifting my legs up so she has a full view of my engorged mound. I look at her, then up, viewing myself in the ceiling mirror. It’s coming… I erupt, crying out as a stream of wet pussy juice comes squirting out of me like a fountain.

It keeps coming and Gigi licks at it, sucking on my soaking pussy lips. She starts to lick my clit. I lie back, eyes closed, holding her head there as she licks and nibbles my clit. The balls are still inside me, taunting me. I open my legs wide as more pressure is placed on my throbbing clit. I look up again. I see her face locked between my legs. I keep looking and holding her head as I cum, crying out loud, a jet of cum juice squirting out again as I release my orgasm, soaking the sofa.

Gigi removes the balls one by one and places the green one in my mouth. I suck on it as she lifts herself up over me. She takes it out of my mouth and sits on my face. She’s so wet. I put my hand on my clit and start to lick her sweet lips. Then I tongue her clit, turned on by the taste of her fruity pussy. I place a finger into her ass and she lets out a little scream, writhing on my tongue. Her sweet juices are coming down my chin as I lick and suck her clit.

I put two fingers into her, keeping the one in her ass. I feel the texture of her walls turning velvet and retracting. She grabs my head and presses her whole beautiful wet pussy on my face, moaning and crying out, shaking as she cums fiercely. My hands move up to her soft ass cheeks and stroke her up to her waist.

She lies down next to me and strokes my hair. “So, are you going to join the circus?”

“Definitely,” I answer, as we kiss passionately. Our bodies entwine and we lie on the sofa, still as statues bathed in gold.

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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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Dominated

Erotic fiction by Frank, inspired by Lucy Heart and Dido

This is the second part of the story “Submission,” published on the blog on February 3, 2016. The story so far…

Lucy Heart is being dominated by Dido for a photoshoot for The Life Erotic. She was restrained by her wrists and ankles and teased with an O-ring, buttplug and nipple clamps as Dido gave her the most tremendous orgasm of her life.

The story continues…

When Lucy had recovered from her powerful climax, the assistant led her to a pommel horse and bent her over it, attaching her wrist cuffs to the legs. She craned her neck to watch as the assistant helped Dido to put on a big black strap-on cock. Her legs started to tremble again as she anticipated the fucking she was about to get. But first, Dido attached a vacuum pump device to Lucy’s nipples, making them throb harder than ever, and put a ballgag in her mouth. The atmosphere was charged as the Domme took control more assertively. Even the photographer seemed content to let Dido lead the action, and snapped away wordlessly.

Dido picked up a crop and moved into position behind Lucy, saying, “I would make you count to ten, but I don’t think we could hear you with the gag in, so I will count.” Lucy willed herself not to tense up as she heard the crop swish through the air. It landed with a crack on the soft skin of her bottom, making the tender flesh ripple. The first two strikes were not as bad as Lucy had feared, but with the third blow the pain blossomed, spreading all the way down to her toes, with a sharp center on her sweet ass. She writhed against the restraints, tears springing into her eyes. Her mind whirled with this new experience, but underneath her confusion she was aware of a steady pulse of arousal coursing through her.

The fourth and fifth strokes from the crop were more playful – Dido seemed to sense exactly how much she could take right now – but with the sixth, the pain bloomed again. Lucy’s moans were muffled by the gag, but somehow she knew that even if she could speak, she would not ask Dido to stop. The last four strokes came so fast and sharp they were a blur. Lucy was shaking, and she felt grateful for the respite as the assistant smoothed cool lotion over her burning skin – not because the pain had stopped, but because she felt almost embarrassed by how much she had enjoyed it. Another stroke and she thought she might have cum without even touching her pussy.

At a nod from Dido, the assistant removed the ballgag and adjusted Lucy’s position so her head was held upright. She understood why when Dido pointed the strap-on at her lips.

“Suck it,” Dido purred, thrusting her hips forward. Lucy opened up to let the tip into her mouth, then took it deeper, inch by inch. It was less flexible than any real cock Lucy had ever sucked, but as she grew used to its girth and Dido’s hips found their rhythm, she realized it was having the same effect on her that sucking cock always did – it was getting her outrageously excited. Although she was bound and at Dido’s mercy, for a moment she felt that she was in control as she sucked and tongued the plastic dick lavishly; and she felt a surge of gratification as a moan escaped Dido’s lips and she guessed that the sight of her mouth around the shaft was turning her Domme on too.

She felt almost bereft as Dido pulled away, but then she felt something smooth and hard stroke up and down the slippery groove of her pussy lips, and knew she was about to get fucked. With one long thrust of Dido’s hips, the strap-on penetrated her all the way to the hilt. Her sugar walls contracted around it involuntarily, squeezing it just like a real cock, and an explosion of pleasure burst through her. Dimly, Lucy was aware that as it was only a photo shoot, Dido didn’t actually have to fuck her properly, but she wouldn’t be able to bear it if this amazing sensation stopped. She needed it now, needed it badly, and started rocking her hips back to meet Dido’s thrusts as the petite blonde fucked her as powerfully as any guy had ever done.

Once or twice Dido held still to allow the photographer to get the close up shots he wanted, but Lucy’s moans of frustration urged her on, and soon it was simply raw, urgent sex, the camera forgotten. Dido’s hands squeezed the soft flesh of Lucy’s hips as she slammed in over and over again, hitting her G-spot on each stroke. The pleasure was intense.

At a signal from Dido, the assistant released the cuffs from Lucy’s wrists and they flipped her over onto her back on the pommel horse. She wrapped her legs around Dido’s back as the cock slid all the way into her and the thrusting grew harder and faster. And now it seemed the pressure against her pussy mound was getting Dido off too, because Lucy felt her Domme’s hips start to stutter, just as she reached her own peak of ecstasy, and they clung together as they came in unison.

By the time the girls had recovered from their mutual orgasm, the photographer had already downloaded the raw files to his laptop, and they crowded around to look. The charged atmosphere had completely dissipated and Dido was all smiles and giggles now as she held Lucy’s hand and looked at the screen in wonder. Lucy was shocked to see the shots of the vivid red marks on her ass cheeks; she had been so lost in the moment she hadn’t even thought about how it would look on camera. They all agreed the photos were amazing, but Lucy knew nobody would ever understand just how overwhelming the experience had been, apart from the people in the room with her.

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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Submission

Fiction by Frank, inspired by Lucy Heart and Dido

“Hello… my agency told me to call you before they booked me. What’s up?” Lucy listened carefully, before responding. “Okay. Sounds interesting! I’ll give them the go ahead to set it up. I hope I don’t regret this…”

While Lucy had appeared on The Life Erotic before, and made quite a splash by inserting a whole strand of pearls into her pussy, this was to be something new. TLE was experimenting with a little walk on the wild side, and Lucy had just agreed to a daring bondage shoot. She was nervous, but undeniably turned on at the thought of getting disciplined by another girl.

A few days later when she arrived at the location for the shoot, she still felt some trepidation, but the set-up seemed perfectly normal – it was a small crew, just a photographer, a female assistant, and a make-up artist. Everyone was friendly and welcoming. The set was certainly unusual though; it was a full-blown dungeon! The thought of what was to come made her tremble with horny anticipation.

The assistant brought her some coffee and asked her, “Have you ever done anything like this before? You know, whipping and stuff…?”

“Well, not for a shoot,” Lucy replied. “But… well, for fun… yes, a little bit!” She giggled, feeling herself blush. The assistant smiled.

“Oh, I think you’ll have a good time then,” she said with a wink. She led Lucy to a cabinet and continued, “Why don’t you pick out the toys you’d like to use?”

It occurred to Lucy that if she were a true Submissive, her Dominant would not give her the choice, but she was happy to get the chance to look at all these strange devices and intriguing toys. Hands shaking at the thought of what was going to happen next, she picked out some nipple clamps and a couple of toys. She gazed at the crops and whips, but thinking about that made her feel so dizzy with anticipation that she couldn’t think straight. 

“Oh, here’s your Domme!” exclaimed the assistant, a tinge of envy in her voice. Lucy looked up to see Dido walking in. The glamorous blonde was one of Lucy’s idols, and thinking about playing games with her gave Lucy a surge of excitement that made her heart skip a beat. The girls chatted for a moment – Lucy was delighted to discover her dream girl was so sweet and friendly – and then they perused the cabinet together.

As Lucy reached for a crop, Dido told her, “No, not that one. Let’s use this. It leaves a pretty stripe! I think you’ll enjoy it much more.” Lucy realized her playmate was infinitely more experienced than her when it came to this kind of game. Now she was getting really wet. The assistant took her to get changed, and she was almost embarrassed that her nipples were already rock hard and her panties felt damp as she removed them. Her costume for the photoset turned out to be nothing more than a set of wrist and ankle cuffs and a pair of fuck me pumps.

When she emerged, Dido was already wearing her Dominatrix outfit – she looked like she’d had liquid black vinyl poured over her perfect body, it fitted her so tightly. Lucy’s pulse was racing and she wondered if everyone could see the pussy juice seeping out over the inside of her thighs. A moment later the photographer told them it was time to start.

The chemistry between the girls immediately shifted. Dido took charge, hooking Lucy’s wrist cuffs to a spreader bar that hung from the ceiling, and her ankle cuffs to a second one, so her legs were spread wide apart. She sprayed oil over Lucy’s body, massaging it in agonizingly slowly, but taking care not to brush her throbbing nipples or pussy with her fingers. She then attached the nipple clamps, making Lucy wince as a strange blend of pleasure and pain began to pulse through her.

Dido lubed up her fingers, gazing into Lucy’s eyes with an indecipherable expression as she reached around her and slid one into her ass. The lube was cold and Lucy jumped and shuddered at first, then relaxed as Dido slowly probed her ass. She might be relishing her Domme role, but for now her touch was gentle as she stretched Lucy open, adding a second finger and scissoring them apart. When she was ready, Dido took a fat butt plug and slid it firmly into Lucy’s ass. She wasn’t used to this much anal stimulation, but when Dido leaned in and sucked a love bite onto her neck as she wriggled the plug around, it felt really good.

Next, Dido eased an O-ring into Lucy’s mouth. “I thought about using a ball gag, but I want to hear you scream with pleasure when I make you cum,” she whispered in Lucy’s ear. Lucy started to shake hard with arousal at these words. It might only be a photo shoot, but Dido was playing for real.

At last Dido slid a hand between Lucy’s spread thighs, cupping her pussy, gripping hard, and then sliding a couple of fingers into her. She was so wet they glided easily inside, but thanks to the plug in her ass it felt like a really tight fit. The butt plug was stirring around as Dido twisted her fingers in her pussy, causing electric sensations to spark through her whole body. As her sugar walls started to involuntarily spasm around Dido’s slippery fingers, she saw her Domme’s eyes shine with satisfaction. Dido added a third finger to her sweet snatch, making her feel impossibly full. It was almost too much; she rocked and strained against the spreader bar holding her wrists, raising herself up but then sinking back down as Dido thrust her fingers upwards. Pleasure burst through her in waves.

With a wicked smile, Dido pulled the clover clamps off Lucy’s nipples. Ecstatic pain blossomed though her as the blood rushed back in, intensifying the throbbing. But Dido distracted her by suddenly moving her thumb to grind over her clit as her fingers continued their relentless thrusting, causing an explosion of unstoppable rapture that raged through her like a forest fire. She gripped the spreader bar with white knuckles and shrieked with pleasure, the bar taking her weight as her legs buckled. When she finally stopped thrashing through the contractions of her climax, Dido caught her gently, supporting her as the assistant unstrapped her and helped her into a chair.

“Time to take a break, ladies?” suggested the photographer. Lucy jumped at the sound of his voice. She had forgotten he was even there.

To be continued…

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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    Starstruck4u 5 hours ago

    Zelda is as beautiful as all the others, except my fantasy for her requires wetter pussy trail. She's still a ten, I mean how can you look at that pussy in frame 3 and not droul? Personal "taste" is different throughout the world.

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    vcmlb 6 hours ago

    Thanks for the stockings and for keeping them on throughout.

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    Starstruck4u 6 hours ago

    Fine to the last drop? Go ahead, rub it in. You know all I can do is fantasy about being there. But if I was, there would be more than one drop. Thanks anyway, the view is astonishing.

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    Khan 6 hours ago

    I wish she would smile in her sets would instantly make her sexier.

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    vcmlb 6 hours ago

    Remember those couple of sets Pammie did with Luca Helios? Good time, good times. Pammie is a gorgeous woman and it was an added bonus in those sets to see her having fun.

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    vcmlb 6 hours ago

    Not as many "Hay Sets" without Oleg Moreno around.

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    Starstruck4u 6 hours ago

    With Memorial Day right around the corner, to have such a beauty share her glory will be a "memory" I won't forget. UH, LA,LA!

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    PeterD 7 hours ago

    What a beautiful woman

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    vcmlb 7 hours ago

    Thanks for the reply. She does have a perfect butt.

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    Phil4549 8 hours ago

    I think she's gorgeous!

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    PeterD 8 hours ago

    Wow

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