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Erotic star Lucy Heart loves sex!

Glamorous blonde Lucy Heart made her SexArt debut back in 2015 with a very sweet and dreamy photoset, but lately the 26-year-old Russian star has been turning up the heat with a series of scorching movies that showcase her uninhibited sexual appetite and stunning looks. Lucy has a gorgeous face and a sensational figure, particularly her perfect-handful breasts, and she’s not shy about using her powerful physical presence to devastating effect, captivating both male and female partners with her passion and sensuality. Director Alis Locanta’s “Tryin’ To Resist,” in particular, captures the raw lust that marks Lucy out as a star to watch – and reveals that she gives a superb blowjob!

Lucy is very direct and frank when it comes to discussing her sexual preferences. And her husky Russian accent is very alluring. You can see the full video interview with her here and read on for some highlights…

“I’ve been making movies since I was 21,” Lucy reveals. “I’m very sensual and erotic, I like sex, and I think I am very good at this job! It’s never boring. I get pleasure from my work. I travel a lot and meet interesting people.”

She has a high sex drive: “I like everything about my body. I like cunnilingus. I like blowjobs. I like anal and vaginal. I like pretty much everything. I don’t really have a favorite position, but I like cowgirl and doggy. Like everybody, I love masturbating. I do it with my fingers normally, but if I’m in the bathroom I like to make the water spray against my pussy!”

Lucy considers herself bisexual: “I like girls in my personal life, but it’s just the same as with guys, when you meet a person you can just tell if you like them or not. I like smart guys with big cocks.”

She’s adventurous too: “I am more of an exhibitionist than a voyeur. But I don’t like to have sex outdoors, because I prefer to be more comfortable. One of my sexual fantasies is uniforms, a military uniform, or a fireman – that’s the sexiest. I feel on fire when I see firemen – it’s a big fetish. There’s something very sexy about doctors, too.”

She doesn’t see herself as a romantic, though: “I’m not really a romantic person. I’m more rough – because I’m Russian! Romantic moments are a really complicated thing. If you organize something specially, like you put roses on the bed and light candles, that can be romantic. But if a romantic moment happens without organization, just improvisation, it’s much better. For example: you are walking down the street in a wonderful mood, and street musicians are playing exactly what you want to hear at that moment, that is a romantic moment – not something you do specially. I like it when it gives me the surprise of my life, that really thrills me.”

What does the future hold for this top erotic model? “In the future I would like to shoot movies about some strange fetishes. I like strange things because they are more interesting. I’m also looking forward to going back to university, and I’m planning to buy a house close to the sea, because I need the sea and the sun. I’d also like to start a small business, like a beauty salon. I’d like to say a big thank you to all those people who watch my videos. I want to tell you that everything I do is for you. All my energy, love, big kisses!”

 

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First time lust in swinging London

Erotic fiction inspired by Messiah in “Dileva

Eighteen years old and I took my first trip overseas. My family and I were flying from small town Ohio to London; it was 1968 so my head was full of The Beatles! The Who! The Mods! Carnaby Street! Apple Records! Bond Girls! I was so excited.

The first thing we discovered was that London was huge: Hyde Park and a bunch of castles and Chinese restaurants and hotels, with lots of Londoners fast walking the crowded streets and speaking unintelligibly. Fortunately, that cheeky accent made the girls even cuter.

And they were everywhere: waitresses, hotel clerks, shop girls, cleaning ladies, and all over the TV in sexy ads. Not to mention the newsstands loaded with pornography. There was nothing like that in Ohio! I was getting boners all day long that were hard to conceal, especially in my tight, mod slacks. And London girls loved to fuss over a teenaged boy from America, bringing me tea with yummy crumpets and biscuits – that's the other thing boys always think about, eating!

Halfway into the week I'd saved up enough change to buy one of those naughty magazines. I was very frustrated being in the hotel with my family, nowhere to go to jerk off, but I was determined. On the pretext of going out to see a movie one night, I purchased one of those dirty mags with my pocket of weird coins and my shaking hands. I slipped into an alley near the hotel where there was a dumpster and some trash cans and hid behind them. The pictures of the cute English girls with their straight, mod hairdos, big round boobies, lipstick, plump round bottoms and hairy bushes had an instant effect; my erection was painfully hard. With my back against the bricks, I unzipped and savored the release. And it didn't take long. I could feel a climax building and angled my boner so nothing would get on my slacks. I was starting to squirt when I heard a rustle, opened my eyes and saw the face of a horrified woman staring at me with a garbage bag in her hand.

Terrified, I turned and tried to run but my pants were around my ankles, tripping me over a trashcan and dumping me on my face in the contents. Oh my god! I was about to be arrested for being a sex criminal! Unbelievably scared, I started to cry as I tried to get up; then the lady was helping me stand.

"Sorry, love! Are you hurt?" she asked.

Quickly pulling up my pants, I blurted out some nonsense. "No, I don't think so. But this is a mess!" Suddenly she was laughing, and I realized how cute she was. "Are you going to have me arrested?"

"For what? Oh, I see. That's nothing... Free Love and all that, right? You're American, aren’t you?"

I explained I was on vacation with my family and she seemed to find my embarrassment rather sweet. “I'm done with my shift and our flat's just down the street. Come with me and let’s get you cleaned up." She turned and trotted off down the street, and I followed, utterly bemused.

When we reached her flat she handed me a towel. "You have a wash while I wash those dirty clothes,” she said. “What’s your name?”

"Greg."

"My name's Nancy… and this is Lulu, my flatmate!"

"Hello, Greg. Ooh, you're a tall one," her friend said, touching my chin. In the bathroom I stripped, handing my filthy clothes out the door. I was starting to recover, aware that both girls were totally cute. They fussed and giggled and chatted in their tiny kitchen but I couldn't understand a word of it until one of them called out to me.

"Greg! Would you like a cup of tea? I’m sorry, we don’t do coffee much here. Here, take my dressing gown. You can wear that while you wait for your clothes.”

Nancy's face appeared around the bathroom door, handing the robe in and... checking me out? I emerged and sat on the couch beside Nancy, who seemed to snuggle up closer to me. My hands covered my lap because, naturally, my johnson was betraying me again. And to make matters worse, Lulu came in with a tea tray and set it on the coffee table, with nothing but her skivvies on!

"Whoops! Sorry Greg, didn’t know you were in here. I'm just getting ready for work."

Stunned, I couldn't take my eyes off her big, round breasts in their huge brassiere. I thought I heard angels singing when I felt Nancy's lips around my straining shaft. I looked down and she was licking the tip, her big brown eyes fixed on mine.

"I just couldn't waste it, handsome!"

I heard a soft snap and looked up to see Lulu's big white bra flying off and her boobs spilling out, their pink and brown nubby nipples mesmerizing.

"Ooh, that's lovely!" she said, admiring my erection. She knelt between my knees and wrapped those puppies around my stiffy, slowly jerking me off and licking my glans with each stroke.

Tea and crumpets were forgotten now; I was dissolving into ecstasy, my cock deep inside Lulu's slippery mouth. I was almost ready to get off, but Nancy said, "I saw him first, Lulu." Naked now, she sat on my knees and looked over her shoulder.

"Sorry Greg, but I can't get preggers. I think you'll like this, though..." She scooted back into my lap, reached for my straining shaft, and pressed me into her bottom.

What the hell was this? I'd never heard of anal sex! I was still a virgin though, so I hadn't heard of much; and I knew it felt incredible, Nancy rocking on my joint, fingers buried in her pubes. We went at it until Nancy moaned, her whole body tensed and she shuddered her orgasm all over me, drenching my crotch. I couldn't hold out. I erupted and filled up her asshole, her sweaty buns jiggling as I slammed into them.

I didn’t even have a chance to go soft before Lulu pushed Nancy off me and fed my slippery shaft into her bushy folds. Her pussy was hot and wet and hairy. Her curvy body bounced on my lap, so I pulled a boob to my mouth and sucked on her nipple. She tasted so sweet and her nipple stiffened up instantly. She switched me to her other boob and I sucked her nipple hard, confident now. I was a cocksman, ploughing a fertile field; not faltering, but ready to come again. Ah, to be eighteen again...

Lulu rose up on her knees and lined up the tip of my cock with her asshole, sighing as she slid down the pole, feeling me spreading her plump cheeks apart. I knew what I was doing now and started thrusting upward into her ass. I cupped her cheeks with my hands so I could bury my stiffy in her back passage. He boob was still in my mouth and I gave her little bites until she was moaning, then slammed her hard and gave her my load, feeling her butthole get warm and soft while she climaxed over her busy fingers. Wow!

Nancy fetched my clean clothes and handed them to me with a kiss. “You’d better have another wash,” she smiled. “You can’t go back to your hotel smelling of sex!”

Washed and dressed and ready to leave, I said, “I had a lovely time…”

“So did we,” Nancy said, pushing me towards the door. She grinned and gave me the Peace sign.  “Free love, right?”

 

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com.

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Coming soon – SexArt babes Tracy Lindsay and Alexis Crystal!

Tracy Lindsay and Alexis Crystal both bring incredible sexual energy and charisma to their scenes, so it’s inspired casting on the part of SexArt director Don Caravaggio to pair them up for a movie. You can see they like each other a LOT, so the results are bound to be explosive!

Blonde bombshell Tracy and irresistible Alexis were on location in Prague for the shoot when they took a shine to each other. Alexis will be making her debut on our sister site MetArt very soon. And don’t they look cute in their outfits?

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How to eat pussy like a porn star - an expert guide by Samantha Bentley

Let me start by saying this: PUSSY EATING IS NOT OPTIONAL. If you expect oral, then you’d better be giving it back, because no one wants a lazy, greedy lover. I love to give and receive. There’s nothing better than knowing your partner’s pleasure is entirely in your hands (or mouth, as the case may be) but there is a certain art to eating pussy that some just don’t seem to get. No worries, I am here to help! All of you out there wanting to blow your lady’s mind with a clit tingling, pulse raising, eye rolling orgasm, look no further. Here’s how to eat your girl right…

TEASE ME.

Please, please, please tease me. Seriously, my pussy gets wet just thinking about feeling my lover’s breath on my thighs, and I’ve already been fucked senseless once today. Foreplay was invented for a reason; in some instances, I prefer foreplay to the actual act of sex. The build up, the begging, the fantasy, the desperation. If you dive straight in, where’s the fun? Make her beg for you. 

I love foreplay to start long before I enter the bedroom – optional, I just love a tease! Touch her thighs, kiss her neck, whisper that you want to taste her pussy as soon as you get home while you’re out at dinner with her parents (seriously). When you get to the bedroom TAKE YOUR TIME – this isn’t an all you can eat breakfast buffet with ten minutes left before closing. Sometimes a quickie is great but let’s talk about epic sex. Kiss her thighs, leave the panties on for as long as possible… I love to feel my knickers getting wet as my partner touches me. Rub gently over the underwear, not too vigorously, no one wants a friction-burned vagina. 

Finally, when you remove the panties, kiss around her pussy, breathe on it, do anything but touch it. By this point I’m usually dripping wet and moaning…

START SLOW.

Start by gently licking around the outside of the lips. Do not, for the love of god, lick like a salivating dog with your entire tongue. It’s gross, it’s off-putting and it doesn’t feel good. If I wanted to wash my pussy, I’d take a shower, thank you very much. The tip of your tongue is really all you need, let it tickle the pussy gently. To begin with I like slow licking, like I said, I love the build up and the tease.

LICK THE CLIT.

The clitoris is a very important little button on your lady, and when pressed correctly, wonderful things can happen. Unfortunately, a lot of people are unsure how to activate the clitoris. This magical little pink bubble is what will make your girl’s legs shake uncontrollably. It is located at the top of the vagina and looks like a tiny pink pearl. Sometimes it has a little hood, sometimes it doesn’t, it really depends on the girl; but we all have one and it is always in the same place, so learn where it is and stick to it. 

So you’ve located your new best friend. Gently flick the clit with the tip of your tongue, starting slow and building up a rhythm. It might help to point out here that you can pretty much tell if you’re doing it right by reading your girl’s body language and breathing. So many people get carried away and forget to pay attention to the most important thing: your lover. If her breathing is heavy and fast you’re probably doing it right. If she’s shaking and writhing and curling her toes, she’s either really good at faking it, or you’ve hit the spot.

FINGERS ARE YOUR FRIEND.

When she starts to shake, that’s your cue to up the intensity. Take one or two fingers and insert them into her pussy, please don’t stab, take your time. Slide them in facing upwards, GENTLY curve the fingers and begin to slowly move them in and out of the pussy while simultaneously licking the clit. Don’t pull your fingers out the whole way, just a little. Girls eating girls, be careful with your nails here, I’ve had more than one occasion of accidental nail snagging and believe me it is a real mood killer. 

MAKE HER CUM.

You’re getting there… the finger and tongue combination should be sending your girl into a frenzy right about now. Just keeping going, gradually get a little faster, and READ her body. If she moves, it’s probably because that feels better, so stay in that position. If she says “Don’t stop!” then DON’T, and for goodness sake don’t take that as an indication to do something else. Keeping going, this is a sure fire way to give your girl the orgasm she wants and deserves. And after she’s recovered, you’ll probably get the favor returned…

 

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A date with my therapist

Erotic fiction inspired by “Consultant” featuring Samantha Bentley and Paula Shy

My anxiety attacks were getting worse. I could barely sleep. All I wanted was someone to confide in, yet I seemed to be pushing away everyone who attempted to get close to me. I decided to seek professional help.

The therapist’s office was plain but comfortable. There were no visual distractions in the room – except for the therapist. She was gorgeous! Dark hair, light eyes and fair skin, my favorite combination. Her severe business suit seemed to enhance her femininity. Her large, beautiful breasts were pressed tightly under her blazer, just screaming to be stared at. She was small framed with sexy curves; not to mention, she had the sexiest British accent ever. It’s a weakness of mine. A beautiful woman with an English accent could probably talk me into doing anything she wanted. Many outlandish thoughts raced through my head as I sat on the couch, watching her take notes.

“So, I read through your file and I have a few questions,” she began. “Where do you think these anxiety attacks come from?”

“It’s stress, I guess,” I replied. “That, and I don’t really talk about my feelings.”

“Have you done any other activities to help express these feelings?” she asked.

“I have been doing some writing lately.”

“That’s great,” she nodded. “What kind of writing?”

“Mostly… erotic stories…” I answered hesitantly, unsure of her reaction.

“That’s very interesting,” she said. “You know, writing erotica can actually help you understand your feelings better, because even if they are based on fictional characters, every character is actually you. Subconsciously, you express your innermost thoughts without even realizing it.”

Her insightful words hit home. I appreciated that she found no shame in it. This made me trust her even more. Once we began to speak in detail about my erotic stories, my session grew very interesting. She had me explain where my inspiration came from. I told her quite a few things I had never revealed to anyone before. Her facial expressions betrayed her excitement when I revealed some naughty secrets. I could tell she wasn’t the type to blush easily, but she was definitely getting turned on; the way she gazed into my eyes and bit her lip gave her feelings away.

“We are going to try something a bit different today,” she said. “I want you to sit up straight, close your eyes, and concentrate on my voice.”

I shut my eyes and listened intently. I got excited when I felt her move to sit next to me.

“I want you to picture that we are on a date,” she said.

I raised my eyebrow, intrigued by her suggestion. Suddenly, I could feel her hand touching mine.

“Imagine that we are at a romantic place,” she stated calmly.

I trembled a little when she squeezed my fingers. I was already skipping ahead, imagining her naked. She was getting closer. I could feel her soft breath near my face, the intoxicating scent of her perfume overwhelming me.

“In order for you to control your anxiety,” she whispered, “you have to purposefully build tension inside you… then let it all go.”

The tone of her voice was so seductive. I was melting inside as I listened to her every word. Tension was definitely building. My eyes were still closed, my senses heightened. I knew her face was directly in front of me so I leaned in closer. I felt her hover millimeters from my face for a moment. I’m not sure if it was to tease me, or because she was debating whether to go that far. Still, I waited. I opened my mouth slightly, hoping to get contact. Finally, our lips met. The lingering moments were worth the wait. The sensation was overwhelming, as if I’d jumped over a ledge and was now freefalling in the wind. Her kiss made my cheeks flush and my heart flutter.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, our thighs now touching. I kissed her longingly as I ran my hand up her back. She straddled my lap, her plump bosom pressing against mine. She took my hands and pinned them to the couch, making me lie back, then caressed down my arms and squeezed my breasts through my shirt. She leaned in to kiss me. I was lost in the moment, her every move building me up to implode. She kept me from touching her every time I tried. She made sure I knew that she was in control.

She positioned herself between my thighs and spread my legs over the couch, pushing my skirt up to my waist. She grazed her nails over my panties to tease me, then lifted the cloth to the side to bare my flesh. My pussy was soaked. I could see a sheen of wetness over my panties when I looked down. She trailed the tip of her tongue right between my lips, lingering at my overly teased clit a moment, then kissing it.

She pressed her lips to my pussy and began the slowest, most seductive whirl I had ever experienced. I could feel every long, slow lick with such intensity. My impatience set in. I began whimpering and moaning loudly. She was so calm and collected, just taking her time, deliberately licking me to madness. The slow, wet suction of her lips kept me at the very peak of bursting for what seemed like forever. I was shaking so badly from the tension that my abs were burning. I was powerless.

I felt so relieved when she finally started licking me faster, making me gradually ascend to my long-awaited climax. I held my thighs open and gripped tightly at my flesh, shaking and juddering up and down against her face. She grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers, keeping my pussy positioned over her mouth. Her searing blue eyes were locked on mine, just watching me lose control. Then I came so hard, I collapsed in a bursting gush of wetness all over her delicate face. My pussy got instantly sensitive. I pulled myself up quickly with my hand gripped tight on my pussy, feeling the throbbing sensation through my fingers.

She stood up and undressed. Although I was still a bit wobbly, I was eager to watch her peel off her tight business suit. She came straight to me and straddled my face. Her sopping wet cunt soaked my lips and chin as soon as she pressed her pussy down on me. I held her ass firmly, sucking her clit steadily. I darted my tongue in and out of her slit, letting her grind on my lips. Her thighs trembled on my cheeks, her hips thrusting, persistently chasing after her climax. I suctioned my lips around her clit, flicking my tongue up and down rapidly until she came powerfully on my face.

She slowly lifted off me and helped me up. My shirt was soaked and my hair was a mess, but I didn’t care. She wiped her juices off my chin and kissed me softly. We smiled at each other warmly while we straightened up and got dressed.

I’m sure in most cases there might have been an awkward silence. But in truth, what happened between my therapist and I was the best remedy I could possibly have had. I walked out of that office feeling like a brand new woman. When I went home that evening I slept all through the night for the first time in months. The experience triggered something inside me. I felt bolder and calmer, ready to take on any challenge that came my way. I wasn’t afraid to lose control any more. I suddenly had a mental boost that countered my panic attacks. Thanks to this wonderful therapist, I haven’t had one since.

 

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com.

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SexArt movie of the month: February 2017

February is for lovers; and at SexArt, it’s for lovers of beautiful girls in high-class erotica! February 2017 seems to have been an especially fine month for cute storylines to chase the winter blues away; if you like a little plot with your sex, check out “Escape” and “Let Me In,” while “Upstairs” made sensational use of an interesting location. And as for girls, rising star Cassie Fire returned in Alis Locanta’s superb “Arousal,” and top models Lucy Heart, Nancy A, Antonia Sainz and Linda Sweet all made memorable appearances too. Here’s my personal and entirely subjective top three movies of the month:

Gorgeous Russian babe Kalisy made her stunning SexArt movie debut in “Moonlight,” a sultry, atmospheric encounter with curvy cutie Sybil A. Slender sweetheart Kalisy conjures up walking wet dream Sybil as she masturbates; the steamy sex includes a delicious sixty-nine that showcases their beautiful bodies to perfection. Andrej Lupin’s cinematography is elegant, sophisticated and highly arousing.

Brazilian beauty Luna Corazon looks incredibly glamorous and fashion-model sexy in “She Princess,” sweeping up a staircase in a clinging silk dress. What follows is an intense liaison with Ryan Ryder, who pleasures her in multiple energetic positions. Ebony babe Luna has become a major star right across the MetArt Network in a very short time, bringing a unique vibrancy and passion to her scenes; and this is one of her finest to date.

But my favorite movie of the month is the stylish and bountifully sexy “Demolition,” which sees busty Lucy Li and Vanessa Decker wielding sledgehammers like they mean business. The jiggle factor is extraordinary as two awesome pairs of breasts bounce in unison. The sex is stellar, as you’d expect from such popular models, but it’s likely to be the delicious boob play that keeps you watching this excellent addition to Adrej Lupin’s “Art Collection” over and over again.

So, did I pick your favorite this month?

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