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SexArt movie of the month: February 2018

February may be the month of love, but here at SexArt it’s also the month of irresistible passion, sexual chemistry and mutual attraction! There’s been an abundance of hot movies to get the juices flowing, from the tender togetherness of gorgeous Vanessa Decker and Morgan Rodriguez in “Movie Night” to the kinky BDSM games of hot redhead Linda Sweet and Maxmilian Dior in the two part series “Her/His Hidden Desire.” Special mention must go to Rebecca Volpetti in her first boy-girl movie for SexArt, “Countryside” – this cute little brunette is absolutely adorable, and clearly having a whole lot of fun with Pavlos; she’s charming as well as super arousing to watch.

It’s not easy to pick favorites with so much to choose from, but here’s my personal and entirely subjective top three movies of the month:

Summer Vibes” is the third movie that Cherry Kiss and Maxmilian Dior have made together, and their energetic, athletic coupling is so natural – it feels like all director Andrej Lupin has to do is stand back and let them tear into each other! They are playful, wild, amorous and utterly focused on giving each other intense pleasure; and of course it doesn’t hurt that Max has the ideal gym-honed physique, and blonde bombshell Cherry looks incredible.

There’s powerful chemistry between Crystal Caitlin and Juan Lucho in Alis Locanta’s “Que Es La Pasion 3” too, but here it feels more like unrestrained animal lust! It starts on a very hot note for me, with sexy tattooed stud Juan speaking in his native Spanish, and turns into an insatiable, uninhibited fuckfest. Crystal is always a stellar performer, but here she takes it to a whole new level, sucking Juan’s huge cock deep and hard, riding it vigorously, and swallowing his hot cumload with relish. 

But my absolute favorite movie of the month is “Boudoir.” Directed by Andrej Lupin and starring Katrina Moreno and Verona Sky, it’s a beautiful, romantic and very sexy liaison between two stunning brunettes in glamorous black lingerie, stockings and heels. Busty Katrina has never looked better than she does standing over pretty Verona’s face, getting her pussy eaten; and the jiggle factor of those fabulous big breasts and curvy ass is quite spectacular. It’s a sensational slow-burner of a movie, a turn on from the first ardent kisses to their tempestuous orgasms. 

So, did I pick your favorite SexArt movie of February 2018?

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Faking a headache: is there a gender gap when it comes to sexual desire?

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

The oversexed fraternity brother, the pushy husband, the housewife who feigns a headache –familiar stereotypes, derived from an assumption that men have a higher sex drive than women. But is that truly the case?

The idea that most women have a lower sex drive than men is socially ingrained. It features in our cultural tropes, mirroring how it features in our daily lives – a culture where women deny their sexual desires, and many men feel that aggressive pursuit of sex is the only way to obtain it. Women’s lack of desire for sex, especially as they get older, is treated as an innate fact that men must overcome.

At a superficial glance, statistics appear to back this up – by a small margin, men do report higher sexual desire, activity, and more permissive attitudes toward sex. However, a ten-year meta study conducted by University of Wisconsin, Madison found that these results are closely tied to social factors, including age, race, and religion, indicating that sociocultural attitudes toward sex are what leads to the gender gap when it comes to sexual desire.

Psychologists Janet Hyde and Jennifer L. Petersen analyzed more than 800 sexuality studies over a period of 15 years. Their abstract states that they found “that men reported slightly more sexual experience and more permissive attitudes than women for most of the variables. However... most gender differences in sexual attitudes and behaviors were small. Exceptions were masturbation incidence, pornography use, casual sex, and attitudes toward casual sex... nations and ethnic groups with greater gender equity had smaller gender differences for some reported sexual behaviors than nations and ethnic groups with less gender equity.” Furthermore, they found that while a woman’s sex drive may decrease over time, this correlated more strongly with monogamy than with age.

With these facts in mind, it is time to discard the notion that women have an inherently lower sex drive than men – and instead turn a critical eye toward a culture that encourages disparity between genders, sexual violence, and judgmental behaviors such as ‘slut shaming’ for women who are openly sexual.

Women are challenging gender inequity in many arenas, with recent movements such as the SlutWalk, #MeToo and Time’s Up just the most visible and vocal examples of a drive to turn the spotlight on outdated and harmful stereotypes and behaviors. Women are reclaiming the right to explore and express their sexual desires freely, without fear of recrimination; and what could be hotter than a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to claim it as her right?

Here at SexArt, we love to see women taking charge, expressing themselves sexually in whatever way comes naturally. Alexis Crystal in the film “Listen To Me” is a great example; she takes the initiative, demanding her man’s attention with a sensual footjob before getting him into a passionate 69 and riding his cock, bathed in the beautiful sunlight. Her happy smile and uninhibited moans make it clear that she’s utterly in the moment, experiencing physical pleasure and – just as importantly – the freedom to express it. Perhaps if society allowed all women to feel that it was safe to be their true sexual selves, no one would feel the need to fake a headache again. 

REFERENCES:

Petersen, J. L., & Hyde, J. S. (2010) A meta-analytic review of research on gender differences in sexuality, 1993–2007. Psychological Bulletin, 136 (1), 21-38.

Bergner, D. (2013) “Unexcited? There May Be a Pill for That.” The New York Times, 22 May [Online]. http://www.nytimes.com/2013/05/26/magazine/unexcited-there-may-be-a-pill-for-that.html

Gross, J.  (2014) “5 Studies That Offer Fascinating Conclusions about Human Sexuality.” TED Blog, 30 Oct. [Online]. blog.ted.com/6-studies-that-offer-fascinating-conclusions-about-human-sexuality/.

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Erotic model Belle Claire shares her secrets with SexArt

Stunning Belle Claire is one of SexArt’s most popular erotic models, a gorgeous girl whose vivacious presence lights up the screen in every movie she makes. Whether with male or female partners, Belle’s flirty, playful manner and vigorous sexual appetite makes for compelling viewing. And let’s not forget her physical beauty: with gorgeous brown eyes, a dazzling smile and a slender, athletic physique that supports surprisingly big, natural breasts, she’s simply irresistible.

Belle has 14 movies to date on SexArt, all shot with director Andrej Lupin. “Touch and Feel” with Sybil A is particularly lovely, a tactile and sensuous liaison, while in three-girl movie “Teacher” we get to hear her sexy voice as she directs the action. In “Punish Me” she explores her kinky side, but my personal favorite is her most recent, “Stay Alone,” which pairs her with Kristof Cale for some energetic sex and a moving story. I was delighted to learn more about this delightful star…

Belle Claire, please tell us about yourself.

BC: Well, I’m turning 25 in May, I come from Prague in the Czech Republic and I have been living there my whole life. Since I’ve had a very busy shooting schedule for the last couple of years, I enjoy spending my free time with my beloved family – my partner, lovely daughter and sweet bullmastiff named Dexter. 

What inspired you to get into nude modeling?

BC: Actually, I didn’t plan to start nude modeling at first. I started as a fashion and glamour model, and over time people convinced me that it’s much more fun to do nudes, so I tried my first couple of sets and kind of stayed around it for over five years.

What is your favorite thing about working in the adult entertainment industry?

BC: Feedback from my fans, for sure. I’ve always loved being the center of attention and this job has made me a dream girl for so many people all over the world that I feel needed – and that makes me very happy. 

How do you keep in such good shape?

BC: Always the same question, always the same answer – no idea! I got this slim gene from my mother, and all I do is eat whatever and have a super busy life – that’s the best exercise you can possibly get. 

How long have you been making films?

BC: I have been making nude and erotic films for over five years. I’ve always loved three things about it: traveling, meeting interesting people, and the fun we have backstage!

Do you like to watch your own movies? 

BC: I always love to watch myself during the storyline for a little bit of the old self-criticism, but when it comes to the harder parts of the film, I skip. 

How would you describe your personality?

BC: Well, people who know me would say that I always have my head in the clouds, I am creative, smiling all the time no matter what situation I am in. I love my close ones to death and I would do absolutely anything to make them happy. I am always trying to do stuff to help others – currently I have opened my home to abused dogs waiting for a new loving family, which I am very careful choosing. And the downsides? I am a little insecure, sometimes I do things faster than I actually think about them, and I make loads of mistakes because of that. And, of course, if someone hurts me or my family, I can be very cruel. 

Are you a romantic person?

BC: Actually yes, I am a very romantic and naive person, but there are only few people in the world that know me like that.

Are you an exhibitionist?

BC: I’m the exact opposite; I am a very shy person. I know that it doesn’t really match my career in this industry, but I feel that way even when I go to the doctors. There are only a few outside shoots with me, and I can tell you, I was super shy and scared that someone would see me. But for some reason, when the door’s closed, I can be very outrageous!

Do you have a high sex drive?

BC: When I’m with the right person, absolutely.

Are you more dominant or more submissive?

BC: I enjoy myself in both roles, but I’ve never been an extreme type of either. 

Did you ever have sex with a girl in your personal life before you started to make movies? Are you bisexual?

BC: No, no, no. I might disappoint loads of you, but I like MEN!

What kind of man do you like?

BC: A man can always impress me with his character, his ability to make me laugh and make me feel protected.

Where is the most unusual place you’ve ever had sex?

BC: When I was in my teens, I did a few seconds of sex on public transport, on the underground to be precise. But only because there was barely anyone there. The rest is mainly the classic “unusual” – the forest, a tent, showers, changing rooms, and so on.

Do you like to masturbate?

BC: I do, when it’s absolutely necessary! I have this little clitoris vibrator, so I just snuggle up in my bed, close my eyes and use my secret fantasies. But if I told you about that, it would not be a secret anymore!

Have you ever had a threesome?

BC: No, never. But I kind of played with the idea of having two men by my side when I was younger. But after all my professional experience, I don’t really need to think about it anymore.

Do you believe in open relationships?

BC: To be honest, no. An open relationship for me is just an excuse to cheat and not feel guilty about it. 

Is there anything else you would like to tell your fans?

BC: First of all, I would love to thank you all for all the love and support you have given me over the years. There is no better feeling than knowing that I DO IT FOR A PURPOSE! I read every comment, all the feedback, every tweet, and I will always be grateful for them, for you. I hope you will enjoy my upcoming scenes and remember me in my best ones, as I do not plan to shoot any more in the future. I wish you all the best in life, fulfilling your dreams, being super happy and super healthy! Love, Belle x

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SexArt movie of the month: January 2018

Favorite is such a subjective word, especially when it comes to sex – what floats the boat is a very personal thing, tied up with triggering all kinds of memories, preferences and visual cues. But we can all recognize quality when it comes to good movies, and January 2018 has been a fine month for top class action here at SexArt.

We’ve seen some gorgeous girls in the “Chasing Men” series – Elena Vega, Morgan Rodriguez, Linda Sweet and the scorching hot Katy Rose – and the sensational return of everyone’s dream redhead, Ariel Piper Fawn, in retro movie “Road Trip,” a fun lesbian romp you certainly wont want to miss. Emylia Argan’s deliciously romantic and passionate liaison with adorable Sabrisse in “Be Together” is another scorcher, making it tough to narrow down my selection; but anyway, here’s my personal and entirely subjective top three movies of the month:

Andrej Lupin’s “Pure,” featuring Henessy A and Lana Seymour, takes the concept that white is the color of innocence and purity and runs with it. There’s a sense of natural wonder about their encounter that makes it seem very loving and spiritual; that said, it’s also intensely arousing, the intimate physical and emotional chemistry between the pair so powerful it’s impossible to tear your eyes from the screen. Members described it as “gorgeous, one of the best girl-girl scenes on the Network”; the fact that both girls are absolutely stunning and utterly uninhibited certainly doesn’t hurt. And let’s face it, white panties turn everyone on, particularly when the fingers slipping inside them do not belong to their owner!

My second choice, “Garden,” is very much to my taste. Sexy Cherry Kiss has the look of an A-list Hollywood celebrity with her blonde hair, fabulous figure and dark shades; she’s a total knockout. I’ve loved all her movies but this is my favorite so far. She and Maxmilian Dior are sensational together, energetic and athletic as they fuck hard in the sun. Max has the perfect physique and knows how to use it, drilling Cherry vigorously, and she gives as good as she gets. It’s super hot… earthly delights indeed!

But the stand out SexArt movie for me this month has to be “Stay Alone.” It opens with the jaw-dropping sight of beautiful Belle Claire stripping out of her dress and diving naked into the pool, and it just gets better from there. Kristof Cale’s acting is excellent as the man mourning the loss of his lover, but there’s no acting required when it comes to the sex – who could resist a girl so hot? She has the most amazing natural breasts, surprisingly big on her slender frame, and a smile that would melt any heart. The scene in the bathroom with her panties around her thighs is electric. Poetry in motion, with Team Lupin once again showing their mastery when it comes to blending sex and story.

So, did I pick your favorite SexArt movie of January 2018? 

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SexArt producer Ariel Piper Fawn stars in a retro “Road Trip”

These days, stunning redhead Ariel Piper Fawn is best known as a Producer for SexArt, working with her husband, director Andrej Lupin, and their talented team to create many of our most technically impressive and erotically exciting movies. But Ariel originally made her name as a model and performer – check through our archive to see the busty beauty in some very hot and arousing action – and fans will be delighted to see her get naked and naughty again in a two-part retro release, “Road Trip.”

Dressed in pretty gingham dresses, Ariel and cute blonde Miela A are the focus of the first part, abandoning their picnic in the long grass in favor of eating each other’s juicy pussy. It’s a playful, sexy and passionate encounter, and the retro styling adds a fun and flirty angle to the story. I asked Ariel for the story behind “Road Trip,” and why we’ve had to wait so long to see it…

“Road Trip” was shot in 2012, just before we first started shooting for SexArt,” the gorgeous star explained, in her sultry Czech accent. “It was a project we funded ourselves, and we all worked for free, just paying the models we hired. It was kind of an experiment, the first time we had total creative control and made the kind of movie we wanted to watch.

“Then we started to work for SexArt, which was the perfect match for us, as we were able to make movies that really fulfilled our creative drive; but somehow “Road Trip” got forgotten as we were so busy with our new productions. We found it recently and it brought back some really good memories, and although it’s not perfect we felt SexArt members would enjoy the energy and the sense of fun.”

What do you remember about shooting it?

“I remember it was such a fun shoot, we picked models that we really liked and had a good relationship with, so we knew we would all have a good time. It felt like an adventure, it was quite spontaneous. We just set off in the car, and drove until we found a field that looked like the perfect place for some fun!

“Andrej and I both really love this fifties pin-up style, the make-up and dresses, the atmosphere; and the whole team loved the process of trying something new. Of course when we look at it now, our productions have evolved so much and we see all the faults. We have learned and developed so much since then. But we still think it’s cute! It was a really nice surprise to see it again with fresh eyes.”

Will you appear in movies again?

“I would never say never,” was Ariel’s teasing reply. “I enjoy doing cameo appearances in our movies for SexArt. I would probably not shoot a ‘normal’ scene in the way I used to, but maybe I would do it in a different way. I do have a special project in progress, but I don’t want to say too much about it. I miss shooting though, especially giving the pleasure… maybe I could do a solo shoot! What do you think?”

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Make up sex with Antonia

Erotic fiction inspired by Antonia Sainz and Michael Fly in “Messy

I lay in bed watching my girlfriend Antonia as she tidied up the bedroom, getting a sly look at some porn on my phone until she complained that I wasn’t helping. So I sat up and folded some clothes and she spotted what I was looking at on my phone and gave me the cold shoulder, seriously unimpressed with me. I can’t help it, I’m a horny little dog.

And those shoulders of hers looked tense. I thought she could do with a massage, just to get her to relax a little, and I had a boner hiding under the sheets that could do with a massage too…

The thing about Antonia is that she can be totally mad at me but she loves a good make up fuck, and she really loves a massage. It only took a few minutes to get her in the mood, which is good because my dick was too hard to let me work on her aches and pains for long.

She leaned back against me and my hand just wandered over her shoulder and inside her T-shirt. I eased it down to bare her big titties – she has fine, big nipples that I just love to tease. Her breasts felt so good in my hands, their weight resting on my palms as my fingers and thumbs teased each nipple; it sent thrills through my body, making my cock throb. A wave of desire flushed through me, making me eager to have her. I moved over and let her fall back onto the bed and stared down at her. She was watching me, her eyes shining bright, waiting for my next move. I bent my head, my tongue grazing her nipples. They were warm in my mouth and grew stiff as I sucked gently on them. My erection pressed hard against her thigh and I listened to her breathing as it quickened and rose in volume.  

From there, it was easy to slide down the bed and get my face up tight against her panty-clad pussy, gliding my tongue over her underwear, giving her a taste of what was to come. Was it my tongue that moistened her panties, or her pussy getting wet? It was hard to tell. I tasted the cotton of her panties mixed with the musky flavour of her sex and felt her slender thighs wrap around my head. Quickly, she yanked her underwear off and I knew she was just as eager for a fuck as I was.

My tongue tasted her wet hole and her lips parted; her desire had flooded her pussy, coating my tongue and lips, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I was balls deep inside her within seconds as she lay back and moaned with pleasure, her eyes locked on mine as I pumped my dick into her tight hole. I ground my hips against hers, sliding my cock in and out of her, her pussy lips gripping my shaft.

We moved as one, thrusting against each other as her pussy juice slathered over us both, coating my cock and thighs, her lips dipping in with my dick, rolling back out to smear my shaft with wetness again each time I pulled back. Antonia moaned with passion, her nails raking my back, searching for my ass, digging into my flesh, pulling me harder into her as if she feared I might pull out and leave her wanting more.

My arms began to ache holding myself above her like that and I rolled off onto my side, spooning in behind her. Her back was coated with a thin sheen of sweat, hot against my chest. She pushed her ass back into me and opened her legs, desperate to have me back inside her. I held her leg up high as she moaned loudly, her fingers playing with her clit, grinding at her button – I love a woman who will play with her pussy when you fuck her, don’t you? It’s like she’s showing that she’s so into it, all her inhibitions just melt away.

Antonia was so wet and I was so hard that I slipped into her pussy without having to use my hands to guide me, and I let out a deep sigh of relief as I felt the warm tight grip of her pussy back around my shaft. Antonia’s orgasm swept over her then, my dick deep in her pussy, her fingers all over her slippery clit, shuddering as she came.

And then she got interested in my pleasure, pushing me onto my back and getting her mouth around my rod, kissing my dick and sucking me off. Her mouth was warm and wet, but she couldn’t take me as deep as she could in her pussy. No matter, she was good with her tongue, rolling it around my tip, cushioning my cock as she bobbed down on my shaft.

She crawled up the bed beside me, her hand wrapped around my cock, her awesome titties brushing against my body, hard nipples making me acutely aware of them. It’s the most wonderful thing she can do for me, handling my cock like that, tugging me with a desire to make me cum, and she slapped my boner against her pendulous titties, kissing me and pumping my dick fast. It felt incredible, her grip soft but firm, and she jerked me steadily, watching me with beautiful intensity. A wave of lust came over me and I wanted to cum for her, to cum all over myself, to please her.  But Antonia was only turning herself on more and she let go of my shaft and clambered back onto me, ready for more.

She rode me with a deep need for satisfaction, using me for her own pleasure, her thighs slapping against mine, her breasts pressed into my face as I raised my head to lick and tongue her nipples eagerly. I came, my cock spasming with each blast as my seed entered her, filling her with my sperm. Her body rocked, her orgasm loud and final, her hands pressed against my chest, head back, eyes closed tight. She fell against me and kissed me gently, her pussy relaxing, our juices slowly spilling over my thighs.

Is it any wonder I sometimes pick a fight with Antonia, just so we can have make up sex?

 

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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Star Crush

Erotic fiction inspired by Chrissy Fox and Belle Claire in “Under the Stars

From the moment she got home from work, all Chrissy could talk about was her date. I must have heard her mention Thomas seven or eight times before she even bothered to ask me how my day was.

“It was fine,” I said. “I have a date tonight, too.”

“Really?” said Chrissy. “I thought you said you were staying in.”

“Oh, no,” I said. “I just texted Kris, and we’re going out.”

I should have been more excited for her. I should have been helping her get ready. I told myself I was being protective; I was worried Thomas would break her heart. The truth is Thomas was a great guy. I might be the bridesmaid at their wedding, for all I knew, the godmother to their kids. Yet I felt willing to sabotage it all on the off chance that I might one day reveal my secret crush on her.

Yeah, I guess I had it bad for her.

I don’t know if I’ve ever been in love. What I do know is that Chrissy and I lived in very tight quarters and—despite lots of stress in our lives—I only wanted to strangle her on a few occasions. We were busy and broke, busting our asses as paralegals while taking night classes. Our apartment was more or less a studio with a small nook that the landlord had the audacity to call a kitchen. We split everything, even a full bed that barely left room for a desk. The walls never felt like they were closing in, but they were white and sparse. We couldn’t even afford a curtain for our clawfoot bathtub.

The lack of privacy would have seemed to be a good enough reason for Chrissy to keep me out of the bathroom, even as I banged on the door telling her I was going to “pee my pants.” But I saw her naked all the time. Something else was going on.

I heard the door click. “OK, fine, come in,” she said.

Chrissy couldn’t hide her embarrassment behind her freckles. Her legs were crossed and it was painfully obvious that she wanted to draw attention away from the can of shaving foam on the vanity next to a razor.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What’s it look like?” she said.

“Shaving?” I said. “Where?”

She paused. “Down there,” she said, using her code word for vagina.

“With that stuff?” I said. “Seriously?”

“Original thick and rich shaving cream,” she said, reading the label. “It was, like, a dollar.”

“First of all, this is your first date, so, I mean good for you if you think he is going to go down on you,” I said. “But if he does he’s going to think he picked you up from the nursing home.”

“Do you have any better ideas?” she said.

I had plenty of better ideas stowed away in a plastic tub under my side of the bed. I brought her a bath bomb and some organic shaving cream. "It's never been tested on animals," I said. "So, good for beavers and stuff."

"Oh, wow,” she said. “But is it gluten-free? He might have a wheat allergy or something.”

I did my business quick and gave her almost an hour of peace in the tub. I stripped down looking for something to wear but was distracted as hell. The thought of her in the tub forced me onto the bed. When I heard the water draining from the tub I stopped playing with myself and quickly threw on a thin, loose shirt and some white cotton undies.

Chrissy came out with nothing on but a long, white tank top that was tight around her nipples and clung to her butt cheeks. It was the same thing she wore to bed when our room sweltered in the summer. She would often throw the covers off and the sweat on her body would glow like embers with the reflection of the streetlights. I could stay awake for hours with my hand “down there” watching her sweet tushy roll around.

There were a few times I think she caught me staring at her and once I woke her up midway through an orgasm. “Are you OK?” she said.

“Sorry,” I said, as soon as I was able to speak. “I must have been dreaming."

It wasn’t awkward the next morning, which made me bolder. Sometimes I would go to sleep naked and I would wake up to her sweaty and in my arms. Those were the mornings we’d lounge in bed as many extra minutes as we could, wishing we were cats.

Chrissy had thanked me for the bath goodies but otherwise seemed preoccupied getting ready for her date. I was struggling to get her attention as she looked in the mirror putting her makeup on. I got a few glances as I twirled my hair in my fingers and my struggles to put my hair in pigtail braids finally got her attention.

I thought it was pity that inspired her to sit behind me on the bed to help with my hair. But her hands were shaking and her breathing was irregular. She was quick with my braids but didn't get up. The sound of her nervous exhaling could have knocked me over if I were standing up.

I turned back towards her to find her bottom lip hanging low like a peach ripened with the color of her hair. Her anxious tongue wouldn’t sit still and she struggled to catch her breath until our lips locked.

Her tongue had a taste that made me question my allegiance to men. As we kissed she put her hands on my neck and slowly weaned my shirt off my shoulders. The shirt dropped over my breasts and got hung up on my hardened nipples until her fondling hands knocked it free.


I pulled her shirt down as we continued to make out. Her nipples were soft and inviting, like they were painted in watercolor. I got to suck on them a little but she was in a position to do what she wanted with me. She told me to turn my “sweet ass” over, and she went down on me. Her tongue felt so good on my ass and pussy. I longed for the slow burn of the tip of her tongue but the click of the long hand convinced me otherwise. I didn’t want her to feel the pressure of time when it was my turn to spread her love lips. I asked her to finger me and I came after a few minutes.

“Did that feel good?” she said.

“I think I came when you were breathing on my neck,” I said, laughing. I lifted my head from the duvet cover to look back at her. “But you know what I’m waiting for.”

She got back in bed and opened her legs for me. “This, maybe?” she said. "Will you tell me if I missed a spot?”

“I'll need a few minutes,” I said, diving in to lick and suck on her clit.

“Only a few?” she said.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” I said, refusing to lend my tongue.

Truth be told, I would have given up orgasms for a year just to get one taste of her. Her shaven skin was still as warm as she was on the inside. I continued to moan and hum with the delight of my first taste of wet pussy—or any kind, for that matter—and stretched my tongue down on her until I made her ass glisten.

“Oh, yeah baby,” she said, taking my braids like reigns.

I wanted to give her a kiss and tell her how good she smelled but this honey bear wasn’t taking her nose out of the jar voluntarily. But she began to rub her clit and I had to relent as her hand began to move vigorously and unpredictably. I started finger fucking her, which brought her along even faster.

“Yes, yesss, yeaaah, babeeee,” she said, losing the structure of her words in a climax. “Ohhhh, fawwwwww!”

She clenched her legs together, squeezing my fingers out along with a few drops of love juice. When she had stopped shivering I leaned forward to taste her wet fingers but she jerked them away, still sensitive to touch. I slowly crawled up in between her legs and rested my head on her breasts. Her heart was racing and thumped like it was inside my eardrums.

“You messed up my hair,” I said. “Maybe I should cancel my date.”

“Oh, fuck,” she said. “We’re going out tonight.”

“Maybe we should call in sick,” I said.

“Of what?” she said.

“Of men,” I said.

She took it as a joke, not a hint. She stroked my hair for several minutes and then separated it into strands to stitch together. I sat up so she could do the other side. With my eyes locked on hers, she was slower with the second braid.

When she was finished, we started kissing again, slow and wet. I wanted to tell her I wanted her again but she was the first to get words out. “I need to go,” she said.

She pulled her hair back into a ponytail and threw herself together in five minutes. She rushed out the door without saying goodbye or closing the door. I giggled when she poked her head back in.

“I forgot something,” she said, calling me over for a kiss.

“I hope it goes early,” I said, pushing some stray hairs away from her forehead. “Well, I mean. I hope it goes well.”

“Me, too,” she said with a big smile. "For you, too." She gave me another quick kiss and then a longer one before forcing herself away from me and scurrying down the hall in a tiny dress and heels. I waited until she was out of sight to say goodbye. “I’ll wait up for you.”

 

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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Ariel Rebel Confesses: Exhibition

SexArt model Ariel Rebel shares her true-life experiences with you…

I chose an apartment with a lot of windows because I like to walk around naked in front of them. Perched in the clouds in a high-rise, I can admire the city. So many little ants minding their own business while I observe them from afar, comfortable in my bare skin.

My breasts, pushed up against the cold glass, are covered with goosebumps. My long hair – it grew a lot since my most recent SexArt movie – is tickling my hardening nipples. It makes me smile to expose myself like this.

I wasn’t always this way, in fact I was pretty much the opposite. The old me would rather go hide under the bed than consider exposing so much of herself to the world… physically and mentally.  

It takes a certain kind of person to do what I do; but here I am, naked in front of my windows and loving it. Over the years, I’ve learned to be more confident and comfortable in my own skin. The reasons for my exhibitionism will forever evolve as I learn to surf across the current. Every day, I challenge myself to become immune to judgments and conventions, following my own convictions, in order to leave my mark on the world. 

Your body is beautiful, and so is your mind. Challenge your own personal boundaries in order to grow. Never stop growing.  I repeat it to myself like a mantra.

Sometimes, as I stand there naked, I look at people in the buildings across the street. It’s fun to see them go about their lives, and I make up stories about them in my head. You’d be surprised by how many times I’ve caught someone having sex, in the past week alone. Sometimes I’ll touch myself while peeping at someone’s private life, wondering if they secretly know I’m watching.

The orgy-loving couple that host a party every Friday; the bachelor pads and their multitude of conquests; the sexy girl who likes to undress with the drapes open; each little cell belongs to my own personal porn collection. They are all doing their thing while I look at them and caress my body, hands running over my silky skin, exploring every inch. 

Now I imagine it’s your hands running wild over me, I think of the strength of your embrace and the electricity of your kiss. I touch myself harder and imagine us fooling around like those unsuspecting exhibitionists I masturbate over, the voyeur becoming the watched…

Prisoner of my own fantasies, I keep rubbing my clit until I climax. My toes curl down as I try to contain the energy boost and I scream your name as if you were right there with me. The world will stop turning for a moment, as pleasure floods through me, blotting out all other consciousness. Gradually I come back to myself, realizing I’m standing there in the dark, cum drunk, my body still twitching as I look out the window.

I don’t only peep at night, though. Some days I’ll perch my naked behind on the window ledge to daydream about making a garden on top of each of the surrounding buildings, because a green roof would be so much prettier to look at than a cement structure. And then I get to fantasizing about a bunch of naked gardeners downing tools to fuck in the grass, under the blazing sun…

Then I press my hot skin to the cold glass and wonder who’s watching me and daydreaming about me. I smile at the idea of my naked body bringing happiness to someone out there, maybe becoming the inspiration for a symphony I’ll never hear or a painting I’ll never see. It’s a thrill to know I’m giving the world some positive energy. And as an orgasm is the pinnacle of positive energy, how can I resist sharing this with my unknown voyeur once more? I touch myself, and I feel free, fearless and wild…

Today, you’ll be the artist and I’ll be your muse. I’ll expose myself to you, without ever knowing the symphony of thoughts going through your head. I’ll just be here, enjoying myself, walking around naked in front of my big windows.

Love and kisses,

Ariel Rebel

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Who is your top SexArt model of 2017?

2017 was a great year for beautiful girls on SexArt, both naughty newcomers and returning favorites – but who would you pick as your number one? It’s not an easy decision when you’re so spoilt for choice, but here are our top three models at the time of writing, as rated by our members:

Number three is stunning Sybil A, a curvy green-eyed beauty with perfect breasts and a seductive smile. She’s been a solo star on SexArt since 2015, and began shooting girl-girl movies in late 2016, but 2017 saw her shooting boy-girl movies for the first time, and making a huge impact with her evident appetite for sensual pleasure. Sybil’s movies are always popular, with three this year, all directed by Andrej Lupin, rating an impressive 9.5: “Moonlight” and “Just A Dream” both co-starred Kalisy, while “Snow Time” saw her partnered with Nick Ross for some playful and passionate fun.

Gorgeous Georgia (above) is this year’s runner up, making her debut in May and appearing in a further five photosets, all shot by Marlene. The 21-year-old Russian sweetheart has a flawless figure with perfect-handful breasts, often highlighted by tan lines, and a sensational ass; but it’s her pretty face, permanently lit up with a naughty smile, that makes her so irresistible. Two photosets, “Anley” and “Carren,” are rated a whopping 9.6.

The top rated model on SexArt in 2017 was sexy superstar Mila Azul (below), and it’s easy to see why. Since she first appeared in 2016, the 20-year-old busty bombshell has turned heads with her cute and charming demeanor and astonishing natural curves. Mila appeared in eight new photosets this year, shot by Alex Lynn, Erro and Vicente Silva, and all very highly rated. Her masturbation movies on our sister site MetArt X have catapulted her to the top there too, no doubt due to the arousing ‘jiggle factor’ – those beautiful big breasts are nature’s wonders.

Who’s your top SexArt model of 2017, and why?

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Horny for the holidays

Erotic fiction inspired by Henessy A and Ryan Ryder in “Let Me Watch You

Last year I stayed at my brother's place for the holidays. He had a sprawling apartment over the garage that was perfect for me. After the schools let out, the in-laws, family friends and cousins all drifted in for a few days to relax and party. In the evenings, the twenty-somethings would congregate around the fire at my place, and listen to loud music, watch horror movies and goof around. Joints would get passed and we drank hot chocolate spiked with peppermint schnapps.

The night before the big day, my niece blew into town with her college roommate, Nichole. She was a gorgeous, raven-haired Russian girl with beautiful eyes. Despite the twenty-year age gap, we hit it off and enjoying hanging out together, listening to metal music and talking about traveling.

My shoulders and back were really tight from hitting the gym, but when Nichole offered me a massage one evening, my first instinct was to refuse. She insisted she was a qualified masseuse, and although I wasn’t sure if she was serious, I found her sexy Russian accent irresistible.

“I’m really good at this, you should try me! I love to practice,” she said, wriggling her fingers, and rubbing my shoulder, her perfect cheekbones catching the light. “Take your shirt off and lie down, I’ll make you feel a lot better.” She kicked her boots off and led me to the bed in the corner of the room. I couldn’t help noticing how sexy she looked in her skintight jeans and ugly Christmas sweater.

I did as she instructed and she started to work on my shoulders and back. She was very good, and my muscles began to loosen up. She straddled my thighs as she worked her hands up and down my spine, making me melt into blissful relaxation.

“Wow, it’s getting hot in here,” Nichole said, and I saw her sweater tossed onto the bed beside me. I wasn’t expecting to feel her hands reaching around me to unbutton my jeans and ease them down. “I’m just working on your sacroiliac joint,” she said by way of explanation, grinding down with the heels of her hands. It sent waves of pleasure through me.

She told me to turn over, then sat on my thighs again to work on my chest and shoulders. I was acutely aware of the growing bulge in my shorts as she leaned over me, her lace bra barely containing her beautiful breasts.

“Whew, I’m really hot… do you mind?” she asked, and without waiting for the answer she unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. Her tits swung sexily as she worked on me, round and firm with pointed nipples standing forth from big, satiny areolae, pinkish brown against her pale skin, glowing with a thin sheen of perspiration.

The sexual tension grew as she worked her way lower and shuffled back, landing right on my growing erection. It felt so good as she trailed her fingers over my tingling skin, brushing my nipples. She was working hard at it, rocking and grinding on my boner without inhibition.

Her breasts were bouncing as she arched her back and slipped one hand inside her jeans to diddle herself. She leaned back with one hand on my thigh and rubbed herself against my rock hard boner. I was paralyzed with surprise and arousal, watching avidly as she shivered and moaned through her orgasm. She was almost glowing with energy as she bucked on me, gasping.

After catching her breath she kissed me with warm, passionate lips, then slid her sticky fingertips into my mouth, the heady flavor of her arousal spreading across my tongue. Then her plump breast was in my mouth, and I sucked her nipple, rolling my tongue around it, nipping it to make her shiver.

She tugged her jeans off, lying on top of me naked. I slid my hands down and squeezed her firm ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and she gasped as I circled her asshole gently with a fingertip.

“I like that… I love it!” she sighed. She arched her butt up to my hand and I slid one finger inside her, deep, holding it there. She reached between her legs for my stiff, standing cock and positioned me at her sticky vulva, then sat back so I slid inside her slippery cooze. It felt like heaven. Immediately we were rocking hips and fucking, Nichole riding me with my finger probing her asshole.

Things got intense as she ground her clit hard against me, and I thrust upward, feeling her anus squeezing and pulsing in climax, her pussy getting wetter. She moaned wordlessly as I held her tight against me while she shivered.

“Greg,” she breathed against my chest, “I want to feel you cum inside me… cum in my ass, please? Fuck me in my ass!” She climbed off me and assumed the position, wiggling her rear as I pushed into her quivering asshole. Her breath caught and sweat moistened her smooth skin.

“Oooh… that feels so big! Mmmmmnn, so good…” I felt every inch of my veiny hard cock thrust into her tight butthole. Nichole was flattened on the bed now, fingers clutching the covers, with her legs spread wide and my shaft balls deep between her cheeks. “It’s so good Greg, now just fuck me, don't stop!”

 This position was great, and I must have been tapping her sweet spot pretty well because Nichole came early and often. Her keening voice and bucking haunches, fluttering eyelids and pulsing, quivering asshole drove me crazy. My dick was loving sliding in and out of her shuddering, tight pink ass. Hot, tingling friction began to overtake me and I tried to hold it in to make it last, but eventually I could feel my jism gathering and I knew it was time to finish.

“Gonna cum now, Nichole!”

“Yes! Yes! Cum in my ass, Greg!”

I came like a hot flare bursting into flame, thrusting deep and setting her off again. Nichole was gripping the sheets and yelling her climax, all inhibitions lost in a rush of orgasmic bliss.

When I could think again, I admired Nichole's brownish pink, swollen little rosebud, pearly glaze oozing out. Licking her sensitive pucker soothed her and she squirmed in pleasure. She turned to me and we made out until we drifted off in each other’s arms.

We woke up famished and drifted down to the crowded kitchen, Nichole holding my hand and hiding behind me while I snuck us into a couple of corner seats. Might have been a bad idea to let Nichole wear a set of my pajamas. We looked up and every eye was on us, goofy grins all over the place... had we been that loud?

 

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