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SexArt: naked models on tour!

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SexArt models know how to have a good time. Maybe that’s because producer Ariel Piper Fawn is the chief ringleader of Team Lupin’s “work hard, party harder” attitude while on location. Here she is on the beautiful Spanish island of Mallorca, giving you just a little teaser of what’s happening on set right now. And by “on set,” I mean on a catamaran, of course! This is SexArt, after all…

The models here – Margot A, Nancy A, Rosaline Rosa, and new stars Coco and Ariadne – have hit it off so well, painting the town red every night, and so the movies they are shooting together promise to be truly spectacular, with this ambitious project the icing on the cake! 

For more of the fun, frolics and naked chicks on location with Team Lupin, check out our Facebook page and follow us on twitter @sexart

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A fresh definition of sexual orientation

 

How would you define your sexual orientation? Straight? Straight…ish? Open-minded? Open to offers? The three recognized labels of Straight, Gay and Bisexual just aren’t adequate as society becomes more accepting of the idea of fluid sexual identities.

I touched on this concept recently in this blog post about Pansexuality (defined as “not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity”) and it seems this attitude is gaining currency. A southern California man named Langdon Parks who felt the Kinsey Scale – created by sexologist Alfred Kinsey in 1948 as a way of measuring sexual orientation – was out of step with the times, has created his own alternative measure.

The Kinsey Scale is a linear zero-six measure of attraction to the same and the opposite sex; Parks’ new Purple-Red Scale factors in strength of attraction on another axis, with A being asexuality and F being hypersexuality.

“Not only are there sexual and asexual people, there are different kinds of sexual people as well,” Parks explained. “I thought of adding a second dimension to Kinsey's scale to represent different levels of attraction.” 

But if we’re aiming for a society that accepts and is inclusive of all shades of sexual grey, why do we need to define ourselves at all? The Purple-Red Scale could be seen as a great way of initiating a conversation about what you want, especially with a new or prospective partner. As Parks said, “The scale was designed to provide a quick and easy way of scoring a person’s view of relationships on forums and dating sites.” By increasing the options from 6 to 42, it certainly widens the scope of what’s considered ‘normal.’ It could also make you feel more comfortable with wherever you fall on the scale at a particular point in time – and that can only be a good thing.

So, I’m an E3 (mostly)… how about you?  

 

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A Soldier’s Homecoming

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by “Bittersweet Tale” episode two, starring Dolly Diore and Maxmilian Dior.

Max had been on deployment for nearly six months. The only thing that kept him sane was the thought of coming home to his lovely wife, Dolly. He kept her picture in his pocket every day. When their company had down time, he would hold Dolly's picture in his hand and dream of her touch.

The day finally arrived when Max came back home. Dolly was in the kitchen making his favorite dishes and finishing the laundry. She’d had no time to get dolled up and present herself to her husband looking glamorous, the way she had planned. But as soon as Max stepped inside, he went straight into her arms and greeted her with a long awaited kiss.

“I’m so glad to see you!” she exclaimed. “I’ve missed you so much. I'm sorry I look a mess! I wanted everything to be perfect and...”

"No, my love,” he interjected. “You look beautiful. You've always looked beautiful!”

Dolly's heart raced. Tears welled up as she looked into Max's eyes. Although she had something cooking on the stove, she forgot all about it as she kissed her husband passionately. She yearned for the taste of his lips more than whatever she was cooking.

Max didn't waste any time either. Their bedroom seemed too far to go. The closest convenient area was the laundry room. They barely made it there. Dolly pinned Max against the wall by the washing machine and knelt down. She pulled down the waistband of his pants, grabbed his engorged cock and smothered it in her mouth. Max nearly lost his footing as he felt the tip of his cock poke his wife's throat. Dolly took in every inch she could swallow, her hands exploring his rock-hard abs. Max entwined his fingers with hers, squeezing. Dolly could taste drops of pre-cum oozing out of the head of his cock, until he suddenly pulled away.

“No, no,” he cried. “I don't want to come yet.” He tugged Dolly’s panties off and hoisted her on top of the dryer, pressing his body against her. She pulled his pants down lower and grabbed his thick, throbbing cock as he kissed and nuzzled her neck. She jerked him slowly, feeling his width expand with each stroke. When his cock was as rigid as she’d ever felt it, she leaned back and guided it inside her tight, wet hole.

Max could feel Dolly's hot velvet walls tighten around his cock, and bit his lips as he fought to hold back his load. He was already on the verge of shooting, but managed to retain his control with a soldier’s self-discipline. Dolly wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. The warm dryer rumbled beneath her, adding jolts of vibration through her pussy. She could feel her orgasm approaching and gripped Max's broad shoulders. His slick skin rubbed insistently over her clit as he fucked her harder.

Dolly let out sexy moans of pleasure as she came all over his cock. Max could feel her tight walls spasming around his girth. He almost lost control then, but his wife dismounted, and leaned forward to taste herself on his soaked phallus. She was longing to taste her husband’s come.

Max couldn't hold back any longer. He went on tiptoe to thrust deeper into Dolly's mouth. Dolly bobbed her head faster, sucking hard and jerking his shaft, until he exploded streams of hot come in her mouth. She moaned over the tip of his cock while swallowing every drop. Max groaned ferociously as he pumped out every last bit between her lips.

Dolly smiled and wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers as Max regained his balance. He leaned in to taste her lips. Their bodies were glowing with sweat as they kissed on top of the rumbling dryer.

“Mmmm... I’ve missed that so bad!” Dolly smiled as Max embraced her tenderly.

Suddenly, Dolly noticed smoke coming out of the pot on the stove and ran over to turn it off. She stirred it frantically, hoping it wasn't ruined. Max smiled and shook his head, watching his wife trying to make everything perfect again.

“Here, let me taste it,” he grinned. Dolly dipped the serving spoon in the pot and carefully lifted it to Max's lips. It was bitter and scorching, but he still ate it.

“It's still good!” he laughed, making a funny face. Dolly kissed him sweetly and handed him a beer and a plate of cookies.

 “I’ll make us something nicer to eat,” she giggled. “Now go and relax, this time I need to concentrate!” She pretended to shoo him out of the kitchen, but they both knew it had been the perfect homecoming.

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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An interview with SexArt superstar Tracy Lindsay

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I’ve met many beautiful and talented models since I’ve been involved with the MetArt Network, but I have to confess to being particularly excited at the prospect of interviewing SexArt superstar Tracy Lindsay. I met her on the set of Andrej Lupin’s location shoot earlier this year, and I was immediately captivated by her charm.

For one thing, she’s absolutely gorgeous. I’m talking head-turning, traffic-stopping, love-at-first-sight gorgeous. It’s not just her stunning looks that make Tracy special, though. She’s that very rare specimen, a girl who is completely comfortable with revealing her authentic sexuality to the camera, sharing her arousal in a way that makes her touchingly vulnerable, exciting and dynamic to watch. She’s also warm, funny, friendly and endearingly candid, which makes interviewing her a real pleasure. She had me utterly bewitched, and I suspect she’ll do the same to you…

 

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Love in an Elevator

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by “Lift” starring Whitney Conroy and Margot A

Margot’s POV:

It was just another typical morning for Margot. She awoke, got dressed, and headed for work. She walked blankly out of her apartment and yawned. She pressed the button for the elevator and stepped in. When the double doors were halfway shut, a beautiful hand stopped them. The girl entered the elevator quickly. Margot jumped back in slight shock as the doors shut.

From the moment the girl stepped in, Margot could feel keen eyes on her. It made her nervous. Margot looked up shyly. This girl was so gorgeous. She was also professionally attired, except for her overly short skirt. Her lacy black stockings encircled her thighs perfectly. Her legs looked amazing in those sexy black heels. Margot smiled back sweetly as the girl came closer. She leaned in to Margot, hovering her lips over hers.

“What are you doing?” Margot gasped. The girl didn’t respond. She looked into Margot’s eyes and down at her succulent mouth, and leaned further forward. They kissed passionately in a rising cloud of lust. The girl’s soft wet lips caressed Margot’s own. The sweet taste of her mouth encumbered Margot’s tongue. The girl's hands pressed firmly against her breasts, squeezing them together.

Margot's hands stroked up the girl's thighs and under her skirt. All Margot felt was flesh, soft moist flesh. The girl had no panties on. She felt her own thighs moisten as she stretched her fingers over the girl's mound. Her pussy was drenched. A soft breeze from her waving skirt hit Mango’s wrists as the girl thrust her hips to ride her fingers.

Suddenly, the girl pinned her up against the wall. Margot took in the sweet scent of her hair as she kissed the nape of her neck. The cold steel behind her sent chills down her back, but didn't cool the temperature rising between them. The girl got to her hands and knees and lifted Margot's dress. She swiftly pulled Margot’s soaked panties to her ankles and snaked her tongue up her slit. Holding Margot's hips, she rocked her so she slid up and down on her tongue.

Margot was on the verge. Her legs ached from the tension as she thrust her hips forward. The girl suctioned her lips over Margot’s pussy and sucked until she came all over her mouth. Her juices leaked down the girl's chin. Margot lifted the girl up to taste herself off her face and kissed her frantically.

The elevator finally reached the ground floor and the double doors slid open. Margot's panties were still around her ankles, as she kissed the beautiful stranger. Other passengers waiting to go up paused and gasped at the sight. The girl grinned at them and reached behind Margot to hit the button again. The elevator doors shut slowly, leaving a show for the people in the lobby to see. Margot was so lost in the moment as the elevator went up, right back to the top floor where she first stepped in.

Margot regained control and grabbed the girl's plump ass firmly as she sank her teeth into her neck. She quickly unbuttoned the girl’s top and pulled her bra down, revealing her ample breasts. Margot teased her nipples with her teeth and sucked them gently. Then she knelt down and lifted the girl’s skirt above her waist. She raised the girl's thigh over her shoulder and licked wildly at her delectable pussy. She was so wet that the secretions hitting Margot's tongue stretched long strings of saliva into her mouth. She slipped her fingers inside and curved them to hit her G-spot. She could feel the tight muscles throb around her fingers. Margot flicked her tongue as fast as she could over her swollen clit while murmuring moans through her flesh. The girl's legs were shaking uncontrollably. Margot was afraid she would fall, and let her thigh down from her shoulder.

The girl took Margot's hand and swiveled it over her pussy. Margot hung on to the elevator bars and thrust her hand wildly over the girl’s snatch. She could feel her pussy leak through her fingers as she fucked her harder. The girl wrapped her arms around Margot's neck and thrust her hips against her hand. The elevator shifted again. The doors were slowly sliding open, as the girl screamed in ecstasy at her pounding release. She nearly cramped her thighs at each thump of her orgasm. Margot swiftly pressed the button again to close the doors. The girl collapsed on the elevator floor, gasping for breath, legs spread wide. Passersby from the top floor unveiled shocked expressions as the doors slowly shut.

Margot knelt, took the girl’s beautiful face in her hands, and gently kissed her lips. “Are you going to tell me who you are?” she asked. The girl shook her head and sweetly kissed her back. "Do you even live in this building?” The girl giggled and nodded her head.

Margot helped her up and fixed her top, kissing her gently while doing her buttons up. The girl helped Margot straighten her dress and ran her hand around her neck to smooth away beads of sweat from her collarbone. The elevator opened at the ground floor for the second time and the girls calmly stepped out. The girl looked back at Margot and leaned in for one final kiss. Margot walked swiftly outside to hail a taxi. She finally made it to work almost an hour late.

Whitney's POV:

Whitney awoke that morning with a hunger she couldn't explain. It had been a long, boring week and her itch for excitement made her bold as she dressed for the day. She reached into her closet and put on her favorite button-up blouse and a short black skirt. She sat on the bed and rolled her lacy black stockings up each leg and slipped into her heels. Today, she felt the lustful air within her and decided not to wear any panties.

As she walked out the door, she noticed her gorgeous neighbor enter the elevator. She sped over to stop it from closing. Whitney smiled sweetly at her as the doors closed beside them. They had never spoken, but Whitney had seen her around, and found her wildly attractive. The energy was building between them in the tight cramped space. Whitney boldly stared her down and admired her lithe posture. The girl looked shyly up and met her eyes.

Whitney stepped closer. The girl could feel passion rise within her and gasped. “What are you doing?” she asked nervously. Whitney didn't respond, but came closer still. She hovered her lips over the girl’s face and nodded up at her. She leaned in to taste her lips. The girl was gently trapped in her embrace, pinned up against the wall.

They kissed passionately as the elevator neared the ground floor. At any moment, it could open at another floor for another stranger to enter. The danger of getting caught fed Whitney's desire. She ran her hands over the girl's breasts and squeezed them firmly. She kissed them through the cloth. She pulled the neckline of the girl's dress down to reveal them, sucking harder at her nipples as the girl moaned in pleasure. She couldn't help but run her hands up Whitney's thighs. Her gentle palms pressed firmly around Whitney's ass, her eyebrows rising in surprised excitement to find there were no panties there.

The girl bucked her hips towards Whitney's pelvis, pressing her leaking slit with her thigh. Whitney knelt down and lifted the girl's dress high and pulled her lacy panties down to her ankles. She spread her legs as wide as they could go, restrained in the strings. Whitney's mouth watered at the sight of the tight pussy right in front of her face. She grasped firmly on the girl's hips as she stuck her tongue inside her. She moved her back and forth, guiding the girl to ride her mouth.

Suddenly, the elevator doors began to open. They were already at the ground floor. Passengers waiting to enter gasped and stepped away at the sight of Whitney's face pushing against the girl's pelvis, her soaked panties stretched around her ankles. Whitney slyly reached over to press the button. The doors slid closed slowly, like a curtain to a fantastic show.

The girl barely even noticed the gasps and stares as she was licked against the cool steel. She grabbed the bars behind her tightly to maintain her stance. Her pussy throbbed at each swivel of Whitney's tongue. She clenched tight, letting the pounding sensations of her climax leak all over Whitney's mouth.

Whitney stood and turned her around, her ass exposed below the hem of her dress. Whitney bit her lips and pressed her body against the girl’s. She leaned back slightly and swooped her hand firmly over her cheeks. She spanked her against the wall, declaring ownership of her body. Then she knelt again and slid her tongue up and down the girl’s ass. She kissed the cheeks softly to soothe the red marks she had left, and reached her hand underneath. She played with the girl’s pussy from behind and nibbled softly on her ass. The girl’s pussy was dripping, leaving splashes of wetness on the elevator floor.

Suddenly, the girl turned around and took control. Whitney stood back as the girl pressed her firmly against the wall. She unbuttoned Whitney's top and revealed her heaving breasts. She squeezed and sucked them. Whitney's heart raced at each sensation. The girl lifted her skirt and stroked firmly over her pussy. Each pass of her fingers caused Whitney's pussy to throb harder. Her legs were shaking as she held on tight to the girl's neck.

Whitney thrust her hips up and down, drawing in each stroke of the girl's hand. It circled faster and faster. Whitney moaned helplessly as she felt the surge of explosion flow through her pussy. The elevator reached the top floor again as Whitney moaned even louder. She came so hard, her legs gave way and she collapsed on the elevator floor. The doors slid open, revealing them both. Whitney's legs spread wide on the floor as the would-be passengers stared in shock. She pressed her own hand over her pussy, riding out the remaining tremors of her orgasm.

The girl pressed the button to close the elevator door. She knelt down and took Whitney's face in her hands. They kissed passionately as they slowly regained their composure. Whitney rose to her feet and adjusted her skirt. The girl smiled and helped her button her blouse as she straightened her own dress. They shared sweet kisses again as the elevator stopped at the ground floor. As the doors opened, it was as if two strangers calmly stepped out. All the familiar faces they passed admired them from a distance as they walked away from each other as if nothing had happened.

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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