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Familiar Strangers

Erotic fiction inspired by Morgan Rodriguez and Vanessa Decker in “Movie Night

I know her body like the back of my hand. The flavor of her skin, the taste of her sweat, her heat. How she likes to be touched. I know she likes it rough sometimes, being pressed at the neck with my fingers deep in her core. I know she likes my tongue inside her as I dig my nails into her thighs. I know what gets her off. I’ve felt her pussy pound on my lips and her sweetness pour into my mouth. I know what she tastes like and I love it. 

But I have no idea what her favorite color is.

I know that her hair stands on end when I kiss her neck. She bites her lips when she is close to climax. Her fingers tremble when she cums, then she holds her breath to elongate her throbbing. Her mouth waters when I kiss her hips. She likes it when I nibble her ankles and can nearly orgasm when I suck her toes. 

But I have no idea what her favorite food is.

She moans when her hair is pulled. She loves feeling my tongue run down her spine and loves it even more when she’s spanked. She likes being punished for absolutely no reason. She likes being gripped hard but licked softly. She cums even harder when her ass is played with. She loves being licked in there, then fingered while being eaten out. Her pussy swells when she’s about to cum. Her clit pokes out past the hood and I can taste it jumping on my tongue like rock candy. 

But I have no idea where she’s from.

I know she likes her fingers in my mouth. She loves it when I bite softly on them. She likes her wrists being kissed and having them held above her head while I grind down on her body. She hates and loves being teased. She likes being licked softly on her clit until her pussy is leaking, then having cool air blown on it until it bursts just from my breath. She likes her inner thighs sucked hard and having hickeys all over them. She loves gripping her legs around my neck so I don’t move from her sweet spot. She likes rocking her hips up and down my face when she’s really wet and slippery. She loves everything I do to her. She loves… me.

But I have no idea who she is.

 

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Angel Junk

Erotic fiction inspired by Jia Lissa in “Remote Control

When he woke up to find a notification on Twitter—sprinkled with pixie dust, apparently—he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Yet the words remained.

Jia Lissa replied.

Was it a joke? No one would bother to troll an account with 17 followers. Was she an imposter? No. It was Jia in the flesh.

The night before, he had felt clever about the caption he left over a luscious photo of a perfectly naked Jia fondling some oranges: “Everything about Jia is juicy.”

No matter how hard he had tried, his Tweets rarely raised attention. A porn star had never so much as liked one of his Tweets until that morning.

“I’m much juicier in person,” Jia typed, adding a winking emoji.

He was speechless. Dumbfounded, actually.

“Wow,” he typed, deleting the letters just as quickly.

“Now my cock is juicy, gorgeous,” he typed, shaking his head in embarrassment.

He sat trying to piece some words together that might make her laugh and briefly take notice of a not-so-secret admirer.

“Good to the last drop, I bet!” he typed, adding a blushing emoji.

A few minutes later, she replied. “One way to find out. Come over?”

Even a tongue-in-cheek invitation to her abode made his dick stiffen with anticipation. He felt an urge to show his appreciation for her flirtations, and for revealing herself from a million different angles. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock.

The composition didn’t seem right in his phone’s viewfinder. His thumb wavered above the shutter button. His cock didn’t look so appealing. It was too soft. His skin was a little flabby. And those curly hairs.

“You fucking caveman,” he said to himself. “She doesn’t want to see your junk.”

He put his cock away and sat quietly, cursing that he couldn’t sleep as he sipped his coffee.

See it, obviously not. But feel it?

He remembered a link on one of her appearances that took him a few minutes to find: “Spoil me!”

Her wishlist was a mixture of sexy clothes and undergarments, some equipment to satisfy an apparent photography bug, cosmetics, and sex toys. After a bit of browsing he sent her a link, suggesting that something was missing.

“Damn, I thought it was going to be pizza,” she typed. Then came her follow-up. “OK, I made a wish.”

Sure enough, the biggest, most impressive dildo was on top of her queue.

“When’s it cumming?” she typed, adding a winking emoji for good measure.

“Oh, my cock is well on its way.”

The dildo kind of looked like his cock. He couldn’t resist giving it another inch and adding some girth. He also circumcised it. Nothing more useless than a foreskin on a dildo, he thought. The vanilla color of his cock was spot on—it didn’t get out much.

Weeks went by and he heard nothing from Jia despite Tweeting out a few of her photo shoots. He had resolved that she had just moved on. They were in different time zones, on different wavelengths. Fuck, they operated in a different time and space—what’s the frequency, Jia?

His only hope was that she was enjoying his dildo.

And she was.

He always seemed to find her Tweets in the waking hardness of dawn when pleasant dreams lingered. She had sent him a lonely link that took him to a video.

Jia’s pretty face appeared. She was low to the ground behind a glaring piece of glass—maybe a sliding door. She had a gorgeous smile.

“Holy smokes,” he said.

It seemed Jia had just woken up that morning too when she had filmed herself. Her red hair was a divine mess, feathering out every which way like flames. The light gave her porcelain pale face a radiant glow. At different angles, the color of her eyes shifted from brown to green, like shimmering leaves atop a sturdy branch.


He could hear Jia’s muffled giggles as the tip of his dildo emerged from the bottom of the screen. She stretched out her tongue to wet its tip and dribbled spit on its head. She licked his dildo impossibly slowly. After a little more teasing, she gave the base of his dildo a good clean lick and suctioned it onto the glass in front of her, giving it a blowjob.

She stared at the camera with wanting eyes. He wondered what – who? – was on her mind. A lover? Or perhaps she had in mind the thousands of men and women who could only think of touching themselves when seeing her on screen?

The jerk in her defined shoulder blades told him she was masturbating. He took his balls in one hand and imagined his hands keeping her jiggling tits still.

Jia knew how to please herself and she seemed far along when she spit on his dildo and stumbled up to her feet. Walking towards the camera, she stepped into a ray of sunshine. The strands of a small strip of hair above her clit became emblazoned in orange.

Jia continued to rub the only chubby part of her body. She parted her wings for him and stuck a few fingers inside, turning her wetness inside out. Her pussy glowed.

She turned away from the camera, showing off her perfect little butt, and bent over so she could back up onto his dildo, which was still stuck firmly to the glass. Taking her little ass cheeks in her hands, she opened wide and slowly devoured his dildo whole. A hand on a tall ottoman balanced her as she started to fuck it hard. Her cheeks flattened out against the glass. He could hear her moans between the thudding against the shaking door.

Her legs seemed to be getting tired but he realized she was in the chills of an orgasm when she pulled away, leaving a trail of her juices over his dildo. A strong spurt dotted the glass below—juicier in person, indeed—and she dropped to her knees, still dripping, to rest on the ottoman.

He was jerking himself slowly when finally she looked up and blew a kiss. He felt relief in her pleasure. The video ended abruptly, and so did his patience. He pointed his enthralled dick upwards for a long, steep climb. As he felt the ascension, he had a moment of clarity.

“You are an angel.”

 

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Waking up with Cherry

Erotic fiction inspired by Cherry Kiss in “Sweetheart”

I learned long ago that it’s best to leave my girl, Cherry, to sleep in when I wake up. No matter how hard my cock is when I rise, it pays dividends to leave her sleeping.

Like this morning. I slipped out of bed and went to make breakfast. I sleep naked so I put on an apron in the kitchen to protect my vitals and left Cherry in bed to awaken in her own time.

I didn’t hear her come in, but I did hear her camera snapping away at my naked ass. There she was, wearing one of my shirts, open to show off her gorgeous body, laughing while she fired off a load of shots of me.

Once she’s awake, I know it’s on. Good job I hadn’t gotten far with preparing the food, because she was all over me in seconds, mouth open, tongue pushed between my lips as I rubbed at her pussy. She was nice and wet, horny for me now she was fully awake, and my dick grew hard fast.

Cherry felt it pressing against her through the apron and pulled the thing out of the way so she could jerk me off. Then she was down on her knees in the kitchen, sucking me deep. I threw that apron off as fast as I could and stood there watching this amazing beauty handling my meat, pumping it with one hand while she sucked it as far into her mouth as she could. Her tongue slid up and down my shaft, her mouth warm around my cock, her eyes flicking from my face to my cock. Honestly, is there any better way to start the day?

But Cherry being Cherry meant she wasn’t just going to tend to my needs, she had her own too. So she stood up and turned around, backing into me and bending over, reaching for the table to support herself. I knew exactly what she wanted. I took hold of my dick and eased it inside her. She was so horny for me that I entered her with no resistance, shaft sliding into her slick slit, her pussy lips almost sucking me inside.

Cherry’s so fit that she can fuck in all kinds of positions, so I wasn’t surprised when she put one foot up on the table, but I was so turned on by it. It meant I could thrust even deeper, and allowed me to enjoy the feel of her ass, the sexy curves of her cheeks pressing into my hands.

I could have cum right then; it was first thing in the morning and I was so turned on that it would have been easy to pump hard and fast into Cherry’s tight wet pussy and fill her with my load. But I wanted more. I pulled out and she turned around to kiss me. I pushed forward and made her sit on the table, then I knelt down between her thighs and licked her pussy. Cherry lay back on the table and wrapped her thighs around my head while I sucked on her clit. She tasted of pussy juice and sex sweat, the tang delighting my tongue. I added two fingers, pushing up into her hole, and she raised her knees to let me finger-bang her. When she started to moan louder, I took it as my cue to stand up and introduce her to my cock again.

Her pussy was at the perfect height for me, I didn’t have to do anything more than stand there and ease myself in, our eyes locked together. Cherry draped one leg over my shoulder and I got off on the way I could push my cock deep inside that tight slot, feeling her ass slap against me with each thrust. She reached down to frig her clit and I grabbed her tits, squeezing them hard as I fucked her faster and faster. She didn’t take her eyes off me, silently willing me to drive my dick in harder.

I can’t say what it was that sent me over the edge – was it the look in Cherry’s eyes? The tight, wet heat of her pussy? The feel of her amazing ass bouncing against me? I don’t know. I didn’t care, either! I carried on fucking her like that, staring into her gorgeous face as I drilled her pussy, until I shot my load inside her. As I pumped my cum as deep inside her hot pussy as I could, she started cumming too, not once breaking eye contact with me.

It was a shame that I had to pull out of her, but when I finally did, I watched my cum drool out of her hole onto the floor beneath her, which broke the spell. We laughed as Cherry grabbed my cock one last time and tugged it affectionately, rubbing the tip over her clit.

“Breakfast ready?” she asked.

“I think I just had mine,” I replied.

 

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Oiled up and horny

Erotic fiction inspired by Lilu Moon and Veronica Leal in “Infinity

I’m a lover through and through – men, women, I love them both in equal measure. Men are wild beasts in bed, their heat builds like a volcano; once it starts, there’s no stopping it, and when they erupt they take no prisoners. Women are different. Women are like the sea, calm and gentle one minute, as wild as a tsunami the next, then calm and still again moments later.

With Lilu, the waters are calm until the waves come crashing down and then it’s everyone hold on tight because this ship’s going over! When she’s horny, she’ll bring her lust straight to me, but she always makes sure it’s me that gets off first; and when Lilu makes you cum, she makes you CUM!

She knocked on my door in the middle of the afternoon this past Sunday, with a look in her eyes that was all sex, and a bottle of massage oil in her hands. She didn’t have to say anything, I just stood aside and let her in, my heart pumping that little bit faster as I closed the door behind her.

She whipped off her dress the moment she walked through the door, and I found her on my couch in just her panties, squirting the oil into a metal pot on my coffee table. I stripped down to my panties and went to join her.

“Want to play?” she asked, waving the pot at me. I dipped my hands in and knelt between her legs, running my hands over her thighs, smearing it all over her, fondling her breasts and kissing her hard, my tongue in her mouth. Lilu turns me on like crazy when she’s horny like this, because I know she’s going to fuck me senseless.

True to form, she took over quickly, dipping her hands into the oil and coating me with it, from my shoulders down to my feet, slathering it on, squeezing my titties, drenching my panties, kissing me wildly, our tongues entwined.

“Let’s see how hard you can cum with your pussy all slick and slippery,” she said, pouring some oil over my body, her hands yanking my panties aside to let it trickle down onto my slit. Then she peeled my panties off as I sat there and spread my knees apart, pressing her face into my pussy, lapping at my oily slit, spreading my lips open with her tongue.

“Yeah, you taste good,” she purred, sitting up on the floor beneath me. She eased two fingers inside me, the oil and my pussy juices combining to give her zero resistance. I was ready to be drilled and Lilu knew it. She turned her hand palm up and fucked me with her two middle fingers, hard and fast, no letting up, intent on making me cum. I was so hot for it I just had to rub at my clit until she had me so horny that all I could do was sit there gripping the seat as her fingers fucked me harder and harder.

She was frigging me so vigorously my breasts were bouncing together, the oil making them slide around, and still she didn’t stop. Her relentless fucking, and her horny attitude, the way she was looking at me while she fucked me, drove me insane. I had to pull her hand out and grab her by the wrist to make her rub my clit when I came, squirting hard, shooting it out between her fingers as they blurred over my clit, splashing it all over the coffee table and into the massage pot.

And still she wasn’t finished with me. Lilu had me turn over onto my knees so she could fuck me from behind and eat my ass, her tongue slippery over my greasy anus, fingers probing me until she was sure I couldn’t cum any more.

Only then, only when she was certain I was done cumming, was it her turn.

I sat her on the couch, pulled her panties off, stuffed them into her mouth and rubbed at her hole. She was as oily as I was, her lips opening like parted wings. I rubbed my slick belly over her slit and clit, coming up to pull the panties from her mouth and kiss her hard, groping her tits. Then I slid right back down and got her pussy in my mouth, sucking on her lips, getting them between my teeth, the way she loves it.

I held her pussy wide open with two fingers, dipped my tongue inside her gaping hole and rolled it around, watching her face, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy. Then I entered her with two fingers, drilling her hard like she had done me, pleased that she too had to reach down and play with that sweet clit of hers as I finger-fucked her.

She slapped at her clit until her body began to buck to my touch, jerking and shaking as she came on my hand, my thumb pressed hard on her clit, her pussy lips slick around my fingers as I watched her cry out. She looks so wild when she cums, like she doesn’t even know where she is.

When she was done, she sat me down and smiled, grinding her oily pussy against me, her eyes closing again as she suddenly felt the urge to fuck some more, surprised that I’d reached down and pushed my two fingers right back inside her. I fucked her some more, hard and fast, and she knelt up, giving me plenty of room to screw her.

I slipped out from beneath her easily since we were so oily, and came in from behind to finger her hard, loving how she was reacting. She was twitching violently, lost in her own orgasm as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, holding her as tight as I could, getting off on her body’s reaction.

As she came down from her orgasmic plateau, I sat back down, but she wasn’t done with me. Lilu straddled me and rubbed her pussy all the way up and down my waist. It was so unexpected, and so horny, that I just couldn’t help but reach for my pussy again to rub my clit frantically. I came hard again, surprising myself, squirting harder than before, showering the floor with jets of my own slick oils, splashing Lilu with it as she sat and watched, delighted.

You’d think this kind of hot sex happens rarely, but with Lilu, these wild moods often strike – and when they do, I just hang on and enjoy the ride!

 

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Riding her pretty face

Erotic fiction inspired by Morgan Rodriguez and Vanessa Decker in “Movie Night

Vanessa and I sat down to snuggle up in front of the TV, ready for our regular Wednesday night movie session. We closed the drapes and dimmed the lights, stripped down to our T-shirts and panties as it was so warm, and settled down with our popcorn and snacks.

When the film began, we were lying on the couch eating potato chips off a shared plate, shoulder to shoulder, but as it progressed and the chips had been eaten, I slid right down until my head was resting on Vanessa’s lap.

She absentmindedly stroked my hair as I lay there, losing interest in the film; she didn’t realize her touch was turning me on. I tried my best to ignore it and pay attention to the movie, rolling over onto my front, but that left Vanessa’s hand on the small of my back.

Instead of cooling things off, all I had done was turn up the heat. Vanessa’s fingers traced the line of my spine gently, running down to my panties, getting dangerously close to my ass. She carried on stroking my back, making me so horny; I couldn’t be sure whether her actions were innocent or she knew her teasing was driving me wild.

I had closed my eyes and was edging my legs apart, half wanting her to notice, half afraid that I was getting the wrong message. And then her fingers stepped over the line of my panties and slipped down my ass until her palm was flat against my right cheek.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I looked up at her and she was watching me, her eyes sparkling. We kissed and her hand squeezed my ass, fingers sliding to my inner thigh. I reached for her, fingers roaming over her panties as she opened her legs, tracing her slit through the cotton of her underwear, feeling her groove. She shivered under my touch, and I sensed her desire – she was as horny as me.

The film forgotten, I slid my hand inside Vanessa’s panties and felt her wetness. Her lips parted around my fingers, letting them slip down the slick channel and dip into her slippery hole. She pulled her top up and fed her big breast into my mouth, wanting me to suck on her stiffening nipple.

I needed to taste more of her, tugging her panties aside to bare her pussy and thrusting my fingers right inside her wet hole, licking at her clit that bulged up between her plump lips. Her hips bucked up against my fingers and tongue, her hand between my thighs, rubbing my pussy through my panties.

I brought my fingers up to her mouth and watched with delight as she sucked her own pussy juices off them. Back they went inside her tight snatch as she grabbed my wrist and held me there. Her whole body was shaking as I finger-banged her, feeling how responsive she was, how aroused and sensitive. And I wanted her up on her hands and knees with her beautiful ass in my face.

Vanessa did as she was told and I spanked her once before getting her panties off and burying my face in her pussy from behind. Her lips were swollen and juicy, sticking out from her shaved mound as she bent over, ready for me to slide my tongue between them and spread them apart. She was dripping with excitement, her clit puffy and hot, and she moaned each time my tongue dragged over it. She tasted so sweet and tangy.

After a while my steady licking was too much for her, and she fell onto her back, wriggling beneath my licking, sucking, probing tongue, cumming loud enough to drown out the TV. I watched her the whole time she came, her gorgeous face flushed, mouth open, and I knew that as soon as she’d cum I was going to sit on her face.

When she stopped yelling I climbed up her body, kissing her, pulling my panties off and then I was on top of her, my juicy slit over her mouth. I got one foot up on the arm of the couch so I could steady myself, then I began to fuck her face. Like this, it was easy to rub myself back and forth over her tongue, and it gave Vanessa room to get a hand up to my clit.

That was fucking incredible! Grinding on her face like that was so good, and her fingers toying with my clit made it even more intense. As my climax built I stopped moving and just let her take over, tongue flicking over my clit until I started to cum, gasping with each orgasmic wave.

We watched the end of the movie together, lying in each other’s arms; but funnily enough, neither of us could tell you what it was about…

 

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Can’t wait to get you home

Erotic fiction inspired by Emylia Argan and Sabrisse A in “Be Together

Out with my girl Emylia for a walk in the woods, I spent most of the time wet with desire for her. She was wearing the tiniest butt-hugging denim shorts, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. That’s the thing about Em, she’s sexy without even trying. As we walked along the dusty path I was struggling to keep my hands off her too. I could tell she knew it, the way she walked beside me, letting my arm wrap around her waist as she snuggled up next to me. But Em’s not into public displays of affection, although that’s never stopped me from trying it on.

We reached a small lake in a secluded area and sat down, Em sitting between my knees and resting her back on my chest. Now, with her body pressed up against my breasts and her crotch within easy reaching distance, I just couldn’t resist kissing her neck and running my hands over her body.

Incredibly, she responded, turning around to kiss me, then pulling me to my feet as she stood up. She pushed me back against a tree and we kissed harder. She ran her hands over my hips and lifted my skirt, to touch me between my legs.

“Let’s go home,” she whispered in my ear, then turned and walked back up the path.

I knew I couldn’t get her to make out with me in the woods, but I wasn’t going to refuse that invitation; my pussy juices were already trickling out between my lips, soaking my panties. We headed back to the car and drove home quickly. 

Back at our apartment, I took Em straight to bed, both of us stripping down to our underwear. Em lay beside me and stroked my bare skin sensuously.

“Did my little teasing back there turn you on?” she asked, smiling.

“Like you wouldn’t believe, baby,” I purred, pushing her back onto the bed and kissing her, my tongue darting between her lips. She helped me out of my bra and panties, kissing my breasts, sucking my sensitive nipples and then pulling me on top of her, straddling her face.

I pressed my shaved pussy onto her tongue and she lapped at my slit, spreading my juices over my clitoris. I had been waiting for her to focus on my pussy since she first made me wet back by the lake, and her tongue felt incredible. I had to grip the bedframe tightly as she licked me, and she soon had me bucking back and forth over her face.

I wanted to fuck her face, to ride her tongue until I had covered her beautiful features in my cream, and Em seemed to want it too. Her mouth worked hard at making me wetter, her tongue flattening as I rode her face, her lips surrounding my clit and pussy lips, sucking me gently into her mouth.

When she had me shivering on the edge of a climax, she wriggled out from beneath me and came up behind me, kissing my neck and gripping my hips. Her mouth worked its way down my spine, making me tingle with excitement. I felt her fingers creep over my ass and she plunged two inside my pussy. It felt sensational. With one hand, she fucked me from behind, while the other slid around me to find my clit. I was so wet and so horny that I had to grab her wrist and work her fingers over my clit rapidly, as I ground myself hard against her.

I came then, loudly, my legs trembling, my pussy utterly at her mercy. I sank down onto the bed and looked up at Em adoringly. She was so sexy when she smiled like that, so happy that she could bring me such pleasure. She had that expectant look in her eye, telling me she expected me to lavish just as much attention on her.

Now that my wild lust had subsided, I could slow things down a little and take my time to satisfy her. I lay Em on her back as she wriggled out of her underwear, and kissed my way down her body until my tongue found her pussy, tasting her wetness, parting her lips to lick between them. She laughed as my tongue teased her clit, then gasped as I slipped two fingers inside her.

I love her beautiful pussy, and really get off on fingering her. I like to get close and watch her lips spread open around my wet fingers as I fuck her. Her folds part and her moans grow louder and more insistent. I know when she’s ready to cum because she always has to touch herself, and today she was quick to rub her clitoris as I frigged her.

I think eating my pussy had already made her so aroused that it didn’t take me long to get her off with my tongue and fingers. I knelt between her thighs and watched her hand as it blurred over her clit, my fingers pushed deep inside her, her hips bucking up as she exploded before me. After that we kissed and cuddled for a while, until we were ready to start all over again. I can never get enough of her.

 

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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?

 

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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.”

 

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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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My flexible fuck buddy

Erotic fiction inspired by Taissia A in “Yoga Inspiration

I met my girlfriend Taissia in a club and we hit it off right away, ending up back at my place for a drunken fuck. There was something about her that really grabbed my attention, and we arranged to meet again. This time it was at her place, sober, and that’s when things got even more interesting.

She’d told me when we met that she was a yoga instructor, but it hadn’t really registered – the drinking and the partying definitely got in the way of deep thought. She was so hot, slender with jet-black hair, dark eyes and a gorgeous face. She was wearing this sexy, skimpy white dress, with her hair piled up on top of her head. So I confess, I was only half listening to her because I was way too busy marveling at her beauty. Now, seeing her again, I was even more enthralled.

She’d buzzed me into her apartment building, and opened the door wearing yoga pants and a loose sweater. She gave me a seductive smile as she let me inside, then walked back to her yoga mat.

“Mind if I get more comfortable?” she asked, reaching up under the sweater and peeling down the skintight yoga pants. I couldn’t see her pussy under the long sweater, but as she sat with her legs spread into a perfect split, I could certainly appreciate her lovely toned thighs, not to mention her incredible flexibility. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

Taissia brought her feet back together and smiled at me, then rolled onto her back and brought her feet up over her head until she was up on her shoulders, her toes pointed and resting on the floor behind her. She slid her feet apart.

“This is a variation on the plow pose,” she said softly, spreading her feet wider.

I could see her perfect ass, cheeks parting, asshole and shaved pussy on display. I don’t think I’d said more than two words since I’d walked through the door.

“Wow…” I gasped.

Unfolding herself, Taissia took off her sweater, baring her beautiful breasts. She sat up straight, breathed deeply and looked me right in the eye as she hooked first one and then the other leg over her shoulder. I swear, I thought she was going to start eating her own pussy! She was so flexible.

“Come over here,” she said.

I knelt in front of her, eyes fixed to the glistening pink folds of her pussy as she traced her finger over them. Slowly, teasingly, she dipped a finger from each hand into her pussy, spreading it further open. She offered me one to suck. My dick was hard as steel as I tasted her juices. I leaned closer and gave her pussy a kiss, then pushed my tongue into her hole. I swirled it around, sucked on her clit, and spread her wings open with the flat of my tongue. She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair as I ate her hungrily, enjoying her juiciness.

“Fuck me…” she gasped, somewhere between an invitation and an instruction.

I was naked in seconds, stroking the head of my cock against her soaked, splayed pussy. It looked amazing, my dick smeared with her cream, her slit shiny with her excitement, her body bent like a pretzel so her face was close to the action. 

“Your cock looks like it wants to be in here,” Taissia said, tracing her fingers over my shaft and slipping a couple inside herself. “Do you want to fuck me? Or maybe you’d like rest those balls on my pussy and push your cock into my mouth?”

I didn’t have to be asked twice. Kneeling up, I had my balls nestled on her pussy and my cock as close to her mouth as I could get.

Taissia bent further forward and took the head of my cock between her lips. It was an effort for her and she couldn’t get too much in, but it was such an incredible sight I didn’t care. I thrust into her mouth, slowly and gently, my balls getting smeared with her juices on every stroke, her tongue lapping my glans.

After a while I really wanted to get in deeper, so she untangled herself, stood with her feet planted firmly apart and her back to me, then bent all the way down, holding onto her ankles, and smiled at me from between her feet.

“Well, come on then,” she giggled. “Don’t just stand there staring, fuck me!”

I stepped to her and eased my cock inside. She was so tight, wet and hot. I ran my hands all over that awesome ass and began to fuck her, slowly and steadily because I didn’t want to send her sprawling.

“Harder!” she urged me, placing her hands flat on the floor to brace herself, legs still perfectly straight.

I hammered into her, fucking her like my life depended on it. She was hollering and moaning, slamming back against me, and I felt her pussy ripple and clench around me as she climaxed. Now I didn’t hold back, blasting my cum deep inside her pussy, hands gripping her hips, pulling her on to me with every squirt of spunk I fired off.

She held herself in that position when I pulled out of her, and I got to watch as she flexed her pussy until my hot cum dripped out and splattered on the yoga mat.

Since then she’s taught me a few yoga positions – and a remarkable number of sexual positions!

 

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Help Me Remember

Erotic fiction inspired by Samantha Rone and Myiuki Son in “Lights

Since my accident, my vision has depleted to the point where I can only see blurred light. There is no more form to things, no depth. I am afraid to go out most days, considering I live in a busy city full of cars and passersby. My friend Samantha has been my saving grace through all this, as my recovery has been very emotional.


I wait in the living room as I hear her stepping around me busily. I felt a light breeze on my face as she walks back and forth. She says she has a surprise for me. I am trying to be patient, but I can't help but wonder how I will be surprised by something I can't see.

“Almost ready,” she says as she walks towards me. She takes my hands and stands me up. I get startled as I feel strings hanging everywhere. They feel like plastic cords, maybe Christmas lights. I feel the slight warmth of a small bulb that my fingers brush upon.

I hear a clicking noise. Samantha is flipping a switch… and suddenly, I can see! There are halos and orbs everywhere. I am stunned, and marvel at the different sizes of each glow, my heart lightened by the instant relief that I am not trapped in the dark.

“What is all this?” I asked. “What did you do to my house?”


“I've found a unique way for you to train yourself into seeing objects around you.”


“This is amazing,” I say. “I can't believe you went to all this trouble for me.”


I reach my arms around her and hold her close. I squeeze her gently and rest my head on her shoulder. Then, a moment of sadness comes over me again.

“I'm so scared,” I cry, gripping her shoulders. “Sooner or later, I won't even be able to recognize you anymore.”

Samantha is silent for a moment, then responds softly, “Then, I will help you remember, so you will never forget me.”

She lets go of me for a moment; I hear rustling and smell her sweet perfume, her silky hair whipping past my face. She takes my hands, and presses them to her body. Her warm breasts are in my hands, her smooth skin at my fingertips.

I can barely breathe as she reaches around me, pulling my blouse up above my head, then my skirt to the ground. The energy between us is carnal and exciting, but also a bit frightening. I don't know how our friendship took such a drastic turn in a single moment. But there is no turning back.

I lean in nervously as her lips meet mine. We kiss just the way two brand new lovers would, soft and tentative, our hearts racing while our bodies stay still. Her breasts press to mine, our pussies brushing upon each other's thighs. For a second, I envision her the way I remember, except naked and exposed to me in a way I never imagined. Her long golden hair flows down her back, her voluptuous curves begging to be kissed. Those baby blue eyes gazing lustfully at my naked form. An entire conversation in silence.

She lays me down on the floor. The lights dangle over my neck and face, taken over by the soft caress of her mouth. She licks up my neck and meets my lips in a kiss, then bites me gently. I feel deliciously desired, making me pluck up the courage to kiss her back.

She licks down my chest and sucks my nipples, making them stiffen through my piercings. My wetness stirs within me, beginning to flow. She kisses lower down my body to my stomach, then slides her tongue slowly down my middle, making my pussy quiver in anticipation.

She spreads me open with her fingers and tastes me deeply, long deep strokes up and down my slot. It's been so long since I've felt anyone touch me there. I am so sensitive to the point where her every breath adds stimulation. It won't be long before I burst into climax.

She lets up a moment and eases her fingers inside me. I'm so wet, I can feel my juices leak around them, dripping slowly to my rim. She tastes me again, lapping her soft tongue up and down my pussy while her fingers hook up into my G-spot. My body tenses, then shivers as my climax nears. She fucks me faster and harder, sucking my clit strongly as her tongue whirls around it. In seconds, I release a powerful, throbbing explosion! I moan in pleasure as my body shakes uncontrollably. I see stars! I feel my orgasm from my head to my toes. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced before. My senses have heightened to a whole new level.

I am awake and alert; my new eyes are now my lips and fingers. My very skin can see her as I feel her. Every ounce of me wants her on her back, begging to return the favor.

The hanging lights let me know exactly where she is, where her thighs are spread, which hand grips my hair, pulling me closer to her wanting cunt. My lips find her clit, as my tongue follows, ready to serve. I lick and suck her pussy gently at first, then building speed. My aim and accuracy are rewarded by her moans, and her little sexy shivers.

I sneak my fingers inside her, just deep enough to tease. Her pussy grips them hungrily, like a starved animal trying to swallow its prey whole. I motion my head up and down, side to side, leaving no spot or angle untouched. I lick deeper, fucking her with my tongue and fingers at the same time, then come up to suck her clit again. I suck it slowly and firmly, just like a cock. I don't stop until I can taste the tremors.

Her hips are wet with sweat, her pussy leaking. My chin is drenched with her lovely juices. I lick up every drop I can, savoring her sweetness, marinating in her sex. I breathe her in, then kiss her pussy softly.

She takes my face in her hands and kisses me fiercely and passionately, our lips no longer in hesitation to touch. Her touch is now embedded, encoded to my flesh. I will know it in light or in darkness. I will know it in life and in death.

 

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Sock it to me

Erotic fiction inspired by Candice Luka in “Igaro

My fiancée, Candice, knows what I like. She’s a sexy girl, well aware of her body and how to show it off. Well aware of how to turn a man on. She’s not the type who thinks just putting on some sexy lingerie is enough; Candice will rub her finger around her lips as she stares at me, then get down on her hands and knees and crawl towards me in her underwear, asking if she can suck my cock.

Truth is, I like variety when it comes to fucking, and Candice has done all kinds of different things for me, but there was this one time recently she blew my mind, like the gods of poontang had conspired to make us think the same thing at the very same time.

I had spent the day up town, fall was coming and a lot of hot women were out wearing sexy knee high socks and sweaters. I’m a big fan of cute girls in knee high socks, and I get a kick out of women wearing sweaters with nothing on underneath – I always imagine they’re getting off on having their nipples rubbed all day long. I’d had a hell of a day imagining every single hot babe I saw in those socks down on her knees in front of me, waving her ass, letting me sink balls deep in her pussy.

When I got home I thought about jerking off, but I knew Candice would be coming over later and decided to save it all up for her.

I sent her a text: Hey, baby, when you coming over? I got something for you. Had it all day long, it’s aching and throbbing right now…

Got this back: Licking my lips, I can taste you already, daddy.

It was on.

I made some food, wasted some hours online, and then the doorbell rang.

Straight out of my day’s fantasies, Candice stood there in a loose fitting blue sweater dress, sneakers and dark red socks with white lace tops, her long, dark hair around her shoulders.

“Hi, daddy,” she said, pouting then smiling. Gave me an instant boner!

I let her in and she went straight into her sexy babe role. It was clear that the first thing she wanted to do was fuck and I was more than okay with that.

“Do you like my dress?” she asked, holding the hem in her hands, spreading it out a little and lifting the edges, making it rise up on her thighs just enough to give a sneak peek of her white cotton panties, tight against her pussy.

“Yeah, nice,” I said. “Turn around, show me all of it.”

Around she spun, giving me a good look at the back of her thighs, the only flesh visible. I stood there, wanting her bent over, wanting my dick up against her, and it was as if she read my mind.

“Is this what you wanted to see, daddy?” she asked, her voice so sexy. She spread her feet apart and bent over with legs straight, her dress rising up over her ass. In front of me, I had a dick stiffening view – Candice’s tanned thighs, slim legs in the sexiest of socks, her fine ass and a thin strip of white cotton barely covering her asshole and pussy.

I couldn’t wait any longer, but got up close and cupped her crotch, rubbing my hand on her pussy, my other hand undoing my pants as fast as I could, wanting to get up inside her straight away. With my dick out, I used both hands to yank down her panties.

“Ooh, daddy, you’re so horny!”

Damn straight. I got her panties around her thighs, stretched tight, then ran my hand over her again. She was wet. Seriously wet. My fingers spread her pussy lips open and plunged inside.

“Baby, you’re dripping.”

“Yes, daddy, I’ve been thinking about you on the way over. I was playing with my pussy in the car. Are you going to fuck me?”

I pushed my cock into her hole without a moment’s hesitation, listening to her gasp and groan with pleasure, fucking her hard, no holding back. She was tight, wet, and loud, bouncing back at me with that fine ass, reaching her hands back to grab at me and pull me in harder.

After a while of that I had to stop. I was horny as hell and ready to cum in an instant, but no way did I want to waste this feeling.

“Get on the couch, girl. Let me see that ass some more.”

Candice kicked off her sneakers and the panties that were still around her ankles, and knelt on the couch. She started taking her sweater dress off but I told her not to, so she stopped and bent over the back of the couch, her ass up right where I wanted it.

I got down behind her so I could have a suck on her pussy, my dick catching her foot as I squatted down. That gave me an idea; I started to rub my cock against the sole of her foot, feeling the heat inside her wool socks on my shaft. Kneeling on the floor behind her, I pulled her feet closer and Candice responded, locking them around my dick. From here, I could fuck her feet while I ate her pussy, and it felt fucking awesome!

I ate her good, plugging my tongue up her pussy hole, licking her anus, trying to get my tongue deeper inside her asshole. Having my dick squeezed between her feet was a serious thrill and soon I forgot about eating her out and just fucked her feet. It felt so good, her socks were warm and a little bit damp with her sweat. I switched between looking at her feet pressed around my cock and looking up to see her asshole and pussy, both wet and shining, her pussy gaping open. She was watching me over her shoulder.

“Does daddy wanna cum on my socks?” she said.

That was it. I hadn’t planned it, I hadn’t even considered it; but as soon as she said that, I knew that was exactly what I wanted to do.

With the soles of her feet, Candice pushed my dick back up against my belly, her toes trapping my balls, and rubbed her feet up and down, nudging my balls each time, jerking me off against her feet and my own stomach.

My cum shot out of my dick, huge strings of semen spraying from my cock down onto her socks, splashing onto her ass, over her pussy and the backs of her thighs. I wish I’d had the presence of mind to take a photo, it was such an amazing sight, but my brains were scrambled.

I lay back and watched Candice frig her drenched pussy while I caught my breath.

 

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Need a ride?

Erotic fiction inspired by Michelle H, Nancy A and Matt Ice in “Hitchhikers

Alone I’m usually a good girl, but when I’m with my friend Nancy she brings out the naughty little devil in me. She’s a bad girl if ever there was one and always chooses the hedonist’s way – which is why she and I agreed to hitchhike the 300 miles to a music festival this summer.

Nancy’s the kind of girl any guy would stop to offer a ride, a sexy blonde with beautiful big breasts and a killer smile, and with my red mane, together we set pulses racing. But Nancy’s also choosy. She had already turned down three guys who’d pulled over, eyes wide, grinning from ear to ear, to offer us a ride.

“One of my rules is that if you’re going to get into a strange guy’s car, make sure he’s hot,” she said when I got mad at her for shooing the third one away. By the time Matt stopped, I was hot and sticky and ready to climb into a bear’s mouth if it meant I didn’t have to walk along the dusty highway anymore.

“You girls going my way?” he asked, the sexual innuendo so strong you’d have to be deaf, dumb and blind not to notice.

“Oh, honey, you know we are…” purred Nancy, giving Matt her most provocative smile. Yeah, we were getting in this car…

Nancy and I dived into the backseat. Matt turned around and introduced himself with a smile and a lingering handshake, his eyes barely able to stay on the road as he pulled away, fixed on the rearview mirror, which he adjusted to get a better look at the two of us.

Nancy’s hand found its way onto my bare thigh. I was wearing a cute little miniskirt ready for the festival, and she spread my legs open a little bit. I knew exactly what she was doing, and I was more than happy to play along. I put my arm around her and together we gave the mirror our most flirtatious smiles.

“Is this what you were hoping for, Matt?” Nancy asked, and then turned to me and we kissed, tongues in each other’s mouths, my free hand stroking her cheek. I swear I could hear Matt’s heart pounding. We turned to face the mirror again, checking Matt was watching, and I opened my legs wider and let Nancy run her hand up my thigh to my white cotton panties and start to stroke my slit.

When we pulled over, I thought it was going to be one of those wild backseat fucks – which was exactly what Nancy and I were hoping for at that point. But Matt just turned around and looked at us, keys in his hand.

“Ladies, this is where I live. Why don’t you both come inside for a while, get a drink and cool off?” He climbed out of the car and sauntered off towards his house. Nancy and I looked at each other.

“Shall we go in and fuck him, or shall we steal his car?” she said, always the naughty devil.

“Well, I don’t know how to hotwire a car, so I guess we should go in and fuck him.”

Matt had left the front door open and we strolled right on in. Nancy took me by the hand and we went looking for the bedroom, no words necessary. As soon as we found it, she spun me around and stood behind me, both of us facing Matt, who had wisely followed us. Nancy lifted my little skirt and pulled down my panties. I held up my skirt, biting my lip and looking down at Nancy’s hands as they edged closer to my slit. I was turned on enough to have wetness welling up between my lips, and when Nancy’s fingertip found it, she rubbed it over my clit before dipping her whole finger right inside me.

It wasn’t just a fun little game for me now, I really needed to get off. I undressed and got on the bed on my hands and knees. Nancy was stripping, twirling around and tossing her clothes at Matt. Once she was naked too, she got on the bed behind me and I felt her fingers stroking my ass, edging their way closer to my pussy, sliding around my lips and squeezing my clit, then slipping inside me, slick with my juices. She knew just how I wanted it, that I needed her to rub my clit with her thumb as her fingers fucked me. I involuntarily closed my eyes and tiled my head back, soft moans escaping my mouth.

Matt took that as his cue to get involved, standing in front of me and fishing his hard cock out of his pants to wave it in front of my face. I looked up into his eyes, knowing that Nancy was probably doing exactly the same thing, and then at his dick, licking my lips. It looked so tempting, but Nancy’s fingering was just too much. I was gasping and squirming too hard to concentrate on Matt’s cock right now. Her fingers started moving faster, coaxing me towards my orgasm, and I bucked back against her hand, going wild as she turned her wrist and pushed her thumb up against my asshole.

My hand moved from Matt’s thigh to let him rest his balls on my open palm, rubbing them a little, feeling their weight. This was getting me really hot. Nancy was spanking me now, teasing her thumb into my asshole; Matt’s cock was twitching in front of me, desperate to get inside my mouth or at least feel my hand wrap around it; and I was about to cum like crazy.

Nancy started finger-fucking both my holes hard and fast, pushing me forward, Matt’s cock thrusting against my face, the underside of his dick rubbing against my lips and nose. I came pretty damned powerfully right then, waves of ecstasy flowing over me. I collapsed onto the bed when I was done, rolling onto my back to watch as Nancy crawled forward and took hold of Matt’s dick.

I was expecting them to fuck like wild things now, and let me watch, but the sight of Nancy and me must have been too much for Matt; Nancy only gave him a few strokes of her hand before he was showering us both in his cum, hot spurts splashing over our skin. It was at once highly erotic and very funny. Here was this guy who was seriously hot, that we’d both love to fuck under the usual circumstances, and we’d wound him up to the point where just a couple of strokes had him blowing his load! It was also a real turn on though, so I let him watch me eating Nancy’s pussy until he was ready to get it up again…

 

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Continuum

Erotic fiction inspired by Miki Torrez and Talia Mint in “Rose

Time doesn't exist right now. There is no space. There is no ground. There is no sky. We are suspended in each other’s touch, defying the very rules of gravity. We are no longer two people. We are one force in an endless state of explosion.

We have been making love for hours with no plan to stop. I am in your arms, circling my tongue around your neck, lost in the scent of your skin. Your legs are crossed over mine, flexing over my thighs. I trail my nails between the dips of your back, then reach underneath you, filling my hands with your luscious bottom. I pull you closer, making our pussies press together. You swirl your hips slowly on me, making my lips spread over yours. I lick a long wet stripe up your neck and catch your lip gently between my teeth. I can feel your nipples harden over mine as our breasts squash together. Beads of sweat drip between us. You run your fingers through my drenched hair and kiss me passionately, exchanging our wetness.

You lean your body on mine, making me lie back and relinquish all control. You pin my arms down on the bed and press your body on me. Your skin upon my skin, so close I can feel your muscles flexing on mine. Your breath in my ear, so close I can hear your thoughts.

My body is aching, my pussy throbbing, nearing combustion. My passion peaks to a height I have never reached, your soft voice guiding me to surrender all I have. “Give it to me,” you say repeatedly, commanding my orgasm to come out at will. My wetness is so loud, I can hear myself coming. I moan as if death is coming for me.

You pick this very moment to slow your pace. “No!” I groan. “Please, for the love of god, don't slow down!” I swirl your hips vigorously, making you fuck me faster, squirming beneath you like a serpent trapped under a stone. Then, I come again, making you come again too. Our pussies cream on each other, spurting juices like crossed waterfalls.

I quickly move down, drinking the last drops of your fountain. I lean in to kiss your pussy in the same way I would kiss the lips on your face. I suck it and mark it as mine, my signature written on your flesh with my tongue. I suck your clit softly, waking another climax. You grab my head, your soaked fingers quivering around my face as you spread your legs as far apart as you can. I dip my tongue inside you and slide my mouth up and down, making sure your clit stays in contact with my lips. Each soft press draws you closer to your metaphysical zenith. I suction my lips around your clit, flicking my tongue rapidly over and under. My fingers curl inside you, massaging the dulcet curves of your opening. I can feel your pussy clench and grip my fingers, and still I push deeper. In and out. Up and down. I whirl my tongue rapidly around your sopping wet flesh until you explode on my lips. Each calculated touch is my accolade; your orgasm, my reward.

Right here, right now, we push the very boundaries of time and space. Our bodies, which are made up of the same adorning stars above, glowing and burning with the same heat that boils us to a sizzled drop. We are perfectly aligned to create our own constellation. We are the oldest story ever told, defying the great expectations of tragedy, carefully recording each page just to watch it burn again before the ink dries.

 

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Hot Seat

Erotic fiction inspired by Ally Breelsen and Maxmilian Dior in "Jacuzzi"

I was working as a grill cook in a cool, upscale restaurant, carrying on a passionate affair with our gorgeous cocktail waitress, Deb. She was definitely in another league: tall with dancer’s legs, violet blue eyes and honey blonde hair. Deb and her husband Dave led a pretty wild and sexy life; she had just broken it off with Max, our bartender, to take up with me, and he was always sleeping around, still enjoying the sexual revolution in Cali... Deb and Dave were just more open about it than most.

Deb told me across the pillow about these parties they hosted, where first-time attendees were put in the ‘Hot Seat’ to introduce themselves. I was invited to the next one. I mingled and chatted with the fifteen or so other folks there, feeling a bit nervous. Then Dave introduced me: “Alright Greg, you're up!”

I sat facing the group spread out around the room on couches and beanbags. I rubbed my palms on my jeans, no idea where this would go.

“Hi everyone, I’m Greg and I know Deb from the restaurant where we work.”

“And?” Dave prompted me.

“Deb and I have been sleeping together...” my vision was closing in and my face was so hot. How did I get into this chair? But then I saw Deb’s encouraging smile and I started to breathe again.

“So how did this happen?” Dave asked wryly.

“Well, Deb brings me the orders after the servers ring them in, and she’s just so beautiful! I asked her out, but I guess she was seeing Max, the bartender. So, I didn’t think I had a chance… but then one day I gave her a ride and she started making out with me in the car. The windows were all steamed up!”

“In the car?” Dave chuckled. “How did that work?”

Whew! Okay... “The seats go all the way back and Deb was on top of me and she had these dancer's tights on. I reached down and unsnapped them. And she was just ready to go! So I got my pants off and we just went at it right there. Deb is crazy! While we were doing it, she was diddling herself. She gets off every time...”

“Okay, Greg! That was great. Thank you!” Dave was grinning. I guess he enjoyed hearing about his wife having fun.

Next up was a redhead named Lesley, very pretty in shorts and a peasant blouse. She was a little shy, blushing as she shared an experience she’d had with a guy in his van, one night: “When we got to the beach we made out a while. We went in the back for more room and I turned over to pull my pants off. He really liked that and started fingering me from back there and then he licked me. Man, I really loved that!” She rolled her eyes. “So it just felt natural that we start doing it that way and for me it felt super good, like he was hitting my spot!”

“Lesley, how did you know you wanted to have sex with him?”

Lesley paused for a moment. “He was a good kisser and I liked him and, you know, I got wet down there...”

“Are you wet now?”

Shyly: “Yes...”

By now we were all squirming in our seats, and Dave suggested we take a break. I noticed him heading to the bedroom with Lesley; I couldn’t find Deb, so I headed for the hot tub on the back deck. Several of us were in there – naked of course – when Sheila, the cashier from our restaurant, came over. She dropped in next to me and gave me a friendly hug and a kiss.

Out of her work uniform, the hot Latina looked gorgeous, her long wavy hair, big dark eyes and soft lips captivating me. Under the water in the candlelit hot tub, we began exploring each other. Then we were kissing. When her fingers wrapped around my boner, I almost lost it. She leaned in close.

“Want to get out of here?” she whispered. I looked around and almost everyone had paired up. I couldn’t resist. We quickly dressed and she kept her hand in my pants, keeping me hard all the way to my place. Just as quickly, we undressed, she leaned back on the bed and spread her legs, and I was inside her; she was so slippery. We fucked for a while and it got hot and sweaty. She was grabbing my ass to pull me in tighter. All I wanted to do was fuck her deep and strong. She gripped the headboard and pushed hard down on me, her body convulsing while she cried out. It was so hot to watch and feel her orgasm. I pulled out and let it go all over her tummy and tits.

After we caught our breath, I wanted to go down on her and make her come with my tongue. Her pussy was wet and shining, just a few dark pubes around it, so inviting and open. I spread her lips and dove inside, tasting her sweet moisture and spreading her juices all over her clitoris. My hands found her boobs, perfect handfuls with soft dark nipples aching to be squeezed. I slid my middle finger into her pussy, so easy and wet. She felt so good inside, little folds pulling me in. She was squirming and panting when I massaged her in there, then I pulled out and found her asshole, a sweaty little ring that softened up a bit when I rubbed on it and then she let me in and I stroked my long finger in her spread wide ass while I flicked at her clit very lightly. A few minutes of that and Sheila went over the edge, pulling at my hair, moaning and writhing, fucking my mouth with her pussy. It was amazing and so fulfilling watching her orgasm under me, panting and moaning.

I so loved working at that place! The women were amazing. It’s all gone now. Just a memory.

 

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My new breast friend

Erotic fiction inspired by Mila Azul in “Radau

Have you ever done something completely out of character? I did, and I don’t regret it…

Let me start by explaining that I have fantastic breasts. I’m not the type to brag, but I’ve been told so countless times. Yesterday I was wearing a tight, thin sweater with a lace bra underneath, and the gentle friction meant my nipples were hard pretty much all day.

The subway was packed on the way home, too many people squeezed in tight. Right in front of me was this broad-shouldered man with dark hair and a five o’clock shadow, dressed in a tight T-shirt that also showed his nipples! As more people got on, I was pushed up close to him, my breasts pressed against his arm. I had nowhere to move. I stood there, feeling his body heat, breathing in the scent of him. My mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of sex, of what it would be like to be held in this man’s arms, pinned to the bed as he drilled into me, and I found myself getting wet and aroused.

That’s not unusual – I often let my mind wander and indulge in sexual fantasies during my commute; only, this time, I couldn’t resist the temptation to twist my body just so and get a little thrill from rubbing my stiff nipples up against this guy’s arm. If I do it subtly enough, he won’t notice, I thought – but when does a man not notice a woman rubbing her breasts against him?

I was so caught up in my lustful little haze that at first I wasn’t aware that I was busted. But without me realizing, he had moved his hand down between us, close to my crotch. When I twisted my body again to rub my nipples against him, his fingers touched my pussy.

At first, I couldn’t be sure that it was deliberate and I stood still, wondering if I’d imagined it. My dirty mind got off on it, fantasizing that he was going to finger me right there on the subway, and as my mind raced, my pulse did too. I rubbed my breasts against him with a little less subtlety and – yes! – his fingers didn’t just brush against me, they stroked me, brief heat and pressure sending a jolt of arousal through me.

We didn’t make eye contact. He pretended to look at his phone, I gazed at the floor, but we both knew. I wondered if I should stop, move away, get off at the next stop; but I was so turned on I was fighting the urge to rip his clothes off and throw him down on the dirty floor. As I stood there locked in this mental struggle with myself, nipples getting harder and pussy getting wetter, he made the next move.

I felt his fingers come to rest on my pussy mound, waiting to see what I would do. I did nothing. He took that as a green light and gently stroked up my slit, nudging my clitoris. Without thinking, I pushed my pussy up against his hand and spread my legs a little further apart, wanting more. His fingers curled tighter against me, cupping my whole crotch, fingertip rubbing at my entrance. I wanted more than anything to feel it slip inside me.

As we approached the next subway stop, he turned his head to meet my eyes for the first time. There was an irresistible current of lust between us. He gestured with his head, as if to say, Come with me.

I could have just stayed where I was and acted like nothing had happened. That would have been the sensible course of action. But I was way past being sensible now. I didn’t even think about it; I just followed him off the subway and out onto the sidewalk.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Jenny,” I lied. He nodded.

“Wanna fuck, Jenny?”

I stood there and stared at him. Good question. Blunt, but right to the point. And a straight questions deserved a straight answer.

“Yes,” I said.

“Cool. I live right here,” he said and nodded towards the apartment building across the street.

I took his hand and let him lead me to his place. We didn’t say much; what was there to say?

Inside, he was already unbuttoning his pants as he walked to the bedroom. At the doorway, he turned, saying, “Well?”

And then he pulled his pants down. A big, thick cock sprang up surrounded by dark pubic hair. We looked at each other for a few seconds, me still standing in the hall fully clothed, him and his cock in the doorway.

When he disappeared into the bedroom, I came to my senses and dropped my bag. I undressed as I went and walked into the bedroom wetter than ever, naked and horny. He was lying on the bed, hands behind his head, watching me. His dick was standing proud, curving up towards his face.

I was about to climb on top, my only thought how much I wanted him inside me, when he reached out to stop me.

“Rub those beautiful big tits on me, like you did on the subway.”

So, I took hold of his shaft and bent over him to let one nipple graze his cockhead, holding his gaze all the time. I lay his dick on my tit and used the flat of my palm to jerk him slowly against me. He reached out and took his dick in his hand to press it between my hanging breasts, then squeezed them tightly around himself. It made it easy to bob up and down, using my boobs to jerk his whole shaft, his tip poking out from my cleavage. I dribbled some saliva down to lube it up for him. His blissed out expression told me the sensation of my pillowy breasts squashed around his cock was making him very happy.

But I was there to get that big cock inside me, and I wanted it right now. I straddled him and this time he didn’t protest, but lay back again as I guided him inside me.

Oh, that felt so good. He was big. And thick. I wanted to go slow, to really enjoy that big dick, to savor every inch, but it felt so good and I was so turned on that slow turned into fast and hard way too soon.

He reached up as I slid up and down on his dick, trying to catch my tits as they bounced around in front of him, tweaking my nipples, patting each tit, telling me to fuck him harder. His big dick, his frank appreciation of my breasts and his groans of pleasure really hit the spot, and I came so hard and loud I must have been heard in every apartment in the building.

Just as the last shudders of my orgasm were subsiding, he tensed and bucked me off him, rapidly twisting to jerk himself off onto my tits. I was happy to let him do it, holding them up for him, staring at the beautiful sight as he jetted hot spunk over my soft flesh.

It was one of the hottest fucks I’d ever had. I left straight after he’d cum, I had no reason to stay. I never even asked his name. But I won’t forget how good that big hard cock felt, or the sight of my breasts coated in his cum. I’m sure he won’t, either.  

 

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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?”

 

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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.

 

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Photo shooting with Paulette

Erotic fiction inspired by Paulette A in “Epavlie

I was in London for a trade show and chose to stay in a guesthouse as I was sick of hotels. I arrived mid-morning, jet lagged from the long flight. The owner was an attractive brunette, but to be honest she barely registered I was so wiped out. I dropped my bags and headed over to the conference center.

When I got back after a long day, the owner was kind enough to make me a snack and a hot drink. Something about her looked really familiar, but there was no reason we would ever have met before. I figured it was just the jetlag playing tricks on my mind. She offered me a nightcap to help me sleep; I was enjoying her company, so I went into the living room with her for a glass of whisky.

As we clinked glasses I asked her to call me Greg, and she replied, “All right, but then you must call me Paulette.” The name rang a bell, and she did look so familiar – slender and pretty, with a lovely smile. As we chatted, she told me she was originally from the Ukraine, and had been a model. That didn’t surprise me, she was certainly attractive enough; but the penny still didn’t drop. I was still thinking about her smile when my head hit the pillow, and I was out like a light.

The next morning I felt like a million bucks. Paulette fixed me breakfast, and invited me for cocktails that night – I was pretty sure that wasn’t in the brochure! My day went well and I went back to the guesthouse, showered and went downstairs to meet Paulette. She looked amazing in a figure-hugging black dress and heels that showed off her stunning figure.

I’d brought the ingredients for some hors d'oeuvres, and Paulette watched, mesmerized, as I put them together. Being a chef certainly has its benefits. I placed a dozen corn tortilla chips on a plate and topped each one with a dollop of fresh guacamole and lobster tail. Paulette's eyes were rapt as she watched me, and as she leaned in to try one she idly put her arm around my waist.

“Mmmm, that’s amazing,” she purred, giving a little orgasmic shimmy.

We moved to the couch with our drinks and snacks, Paulette sitting close, our legs almost touching. Paulette's legs were incredible, long and slender in her strappy heels. She put her hand on my knee while she munched another chip. Her perfume was intoxicating, gardenia and musk and something else...

“Greg, is something wrong? You’re staring.”

I blushed a little, and so did she. Time to ‘fess up. “Paulette, it's just that you look so familiar. I'm sure we haven't met before but I can't stop thinking about you.”

“Well that's not so bad,” she smiled. “Maybe you saw some pictures of me? I didn’t say so before, but I was a nude model…”

Recognition flooded through me. Of course! I blushed even harder as I realized what that meant; I had lingered over naked photos of her, studied her beautiful body… I gazed at the ceiling, embarrassed.

Paulette immediately put me at ease though, teasing me a little bit and then going to the mini bar to fix us both another drink. My eyes were glued to her every second. She was every bit as gorgeous as I remembered, and her figure had filled out perfectly; as she turned I detected a lovely jiggle.

We talked about her modeling days and she got a bit emotional remembering the good times. I gave her a comforting hug, those big, soft puppies a distracting pressure against me. I’m a keen amateur photographer, and somehow I ended up agreeing to take some photos of her, just for a bit of fun.

I could hardly believe my luck! I set up my camera on a tripod opposite the couch while Paulette went to get ready. She was a vision from a daydream as she stepped out of her bedroom, still in her heels but wearing nothing except a white lace top and skimpy panties that left very little to the imagination.

“You look incredible,” I told her, and I meant it. “Portraits aren’t my usual thing though, so why don’t you take the lead?” As I’d hoped, deferring to her modeling experience boosted her confidence and we soon got into the shoot. We started with her posing in the doorway, bending over with perfectly straight legs, her ass looking fantastic in her barely-there panties. She moved to the couch, lying along the back with her bottom facing me, giving me a saucy wiggle and a grin. Then she kneeled on all fours and placed her hands on the floor; I reclined even lower and shot upwards, catching a big smile and her perfect breasts hanging low with an assist from gravity, areolae visible through the sheer fabric. Then a quick shot of Paulette passing into the bedroom and beckoning for me to follow.

She kneeled on the bed with her back to me, flashing me a smile over her shoulder as she peeled off her top. Her boobs spilled out, even better than I remembered from her photos. I began to shoot close ups of them, noting how her nipples were hardening alluringly.

I genuinely wasn’t expecting things to go any further, so I practically stopped breathing as she started lowering her panties, a teasing milimeter at a time. Finally she was completely naked. Uncovered now, her beautiful folds were mesmerizing. I moved in closer; her womanly aroma was making my face flush with desire, and I could see she was getting wet.

“Can you roll over and… um… push your bottom up?” I asked shyly.

“How’s this?” she said, holding her firm little cheeks apart, giggling.

“It’s gorgeous, but it’s getting very difficult to be a gentleman and a professional,” I grinned. I managed to stop my hands shaking enough to get some great shots of her smooth pussy. It was stunning, lovely and fluted, the hood and clit distinct and perfect. Pale pink, and flushed darker on the lips. Paulette was running her fingers over her pussy. I took a long look and then our playful glances locked.

“You're so beautiful, Paulette…” I said, and then we were kissing. Lips so wet and sweet, I couldn't stop. My arms were full with this lovely naked woman. Paulette began to massage her folds and circle her perky clitoris. I pulled back a little so I could watch her.

She smiled so sweetly as she relaxed against the pillows, then closed her eyes and began to pleasure herself intensely. She spread her legs wide and lifted her pelvis. I had to keep shooting, this was incredible, her lips just beginning to open, revealing her shining pink interior. She reached down with two fingers and pulled up and out, making her slit into an oval. Wet. Her pussy was definitely flowing.

Then her fingers were searching and two fingers found their path, sliding deep inside her and out again, shining with her flowing wetness. At that moment I was lying flat, getting the most incredible shots of her bottom, her labia glistening in the light. She turned on her side, soaked two more fingers with saliva and swirled them around her asshole. All this while she was finger fucking herself with passion.

“Ah Greg, I wish this was you!” she gasped, fingers deep in her ass now, spreading it and pounding herself.

“Soon enough Paulette, but don't stop! Please finish, baby.”

She rolled onto her knees, face down and her bottom held high, her fingers fucking her pussy and asshole, hands slapping on her cheeks. She buried her face in the pillows and shuddered her orgasm out, gasping and shivering.

Enough photography! I thought and put the camera down, dropped my pants and slid beside Paulette. I wrapped her in my arms and we kissed again. She reached for me and I was stiff and ready.

She wrapped the fingers of both hands around me. “Greg you're so lovely and big! I don't know if you'll fit!”

“Oh sure, Paulette, it won't be a problem.”

“No I mean in my bottom! Now you know I love it...” she smiled.

“We'll see, but right now I want to watch you while you come, baby.” I climbed on top and seconds later I was inside her pussy. Paulette was ecstatic, her hands all over me while I pounded her steadily, her slim ankles crossed behind my back. She pulled my lips down to hers, thrusting up with her pelvis to meet me, grinding to prolong her climax, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

When she caught her breath, Paulette rolled over and wiggled her tight little bottom at me. Her eyes were glowing and her smile was wide.

“I'm ready for you now. You can fuck my bottom now, darling...”

I licked her asshole, leaving it nice and wet. Then I got in position and gave it a try. First push I got it inside while Paulette leaned back a little to help, but I was able to get in a bit deeper each thrust. She was very tight yet able to stretch around me and soon I was deeply inside her ass. It felt as if we were locked together, but I could move a little if I was gentle. And I was, so slow and easy, letting Paulette set the pace. Paulette was hungry for it, and before long we were able to get a smooth pace going. Her bottom felt great – warm and tight and round and lively, shivering a little, and I was shivering too; I was close. But we made it last; I was right on the edge but held back and fucked very slowly, feeling the incredible friction of her asshole stretched so tight around my shaft.

“Are you ready, Paulette?” breathing hard...

“Yes, Greg!” gasping, “Do me now!” I wrapped her up, my arm around her boobs and my hand in her folds, banging on her clit, my hips thrusting hard and firm, pushing Paulette into her orgasm. She almost got free she was so wild in her pleasure, but I held her slim body tight and she shuddered in ecstasy, moaning while I came as well; feeling her tight bottom grow warm and slippery and my brains went a little scrambled...

That was just the second night of the trip. Paulette and I met for cocktails at eight every night, and so much more. I quit my job and I've been in London ever since!

 

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Happy Wife, Happy Life

Erotic fiction inspired by Suzie Carina in “Galusa

Suzie kicked off her heels and slammed her purse on the side table. It was the third time her husband had stood her up for dinner with no explanation. She was beyond angry. She was already irritated at having to schedule meals with her own man, as if she were one of his clients making an appointment. 

They had been married for several years and their sex life was dwindling. Sometimes, he worked so late that Suzie would already be fast asleep by the time he got home. Each day was getting more monotonous and dreary. Suzie was bored out of her mind. She wanted to do something daring, something that would bring her husband’s attention back to her. She had an idea to surprise him at work.

The following lunchtime, she dressed in a black mesh bodysuit with no bra or panties. She put on a light trench coat and some heels, her excitement growing with each passing moment. She reached her husband's office just as his secretary stepped out to lunch. Suzie sneaked into the boardroom and took off her coat.

She lay down on the table and began smoothing her hands over her body, already imagining her husband’s cock inside her. She craved his touch more than ever. She stroked her pussy lightly, anticipating the moment when the door would open. She spread her legs wide, kicking off her spike heels right over the chair. Just then, her husband walked in.

He was shocked to see his wife, virtually naked and acting so brazen at his workplace. Anyone could have walked in and caught her sprawled out on the table. He checked outside to make sure no one was coming to the boardroom. Suzie heard him call down the hallway to the receptionist, canceling all his meetings for the rest of the day. She grinned slyly, relishing the feeling of power at having gotten her own way.

He came back into the room and gazed at her. "What are you doing here?" he asked.

Suzie didn't answer. She beckoned to him to come nearer. He bent towards her and caressed her face. She grabbed the end of his tie, pulled him close, and kissed his lips softly. He was speechless, completely surrendered to her touch.

In this position his crotch was near Suzie’s face, and she smiled up at him as she unzipped his pants and nudged them down to his thighs, along with his shorts. She hung her head over the edge of the table and took his cock into her mouth. She was so turned on, feeling her husband's dick swelling between her lips. She got such a rush from knowing they could get caught at any moment.

She spat on his cock and took it deep in her throat. She guided his head down to her crotch and rocked her pussy up to his face while she fucked him with her mouth. He lapped his tongue up and down her slit, right through the fabric, until it was soaked with her wetness. He unsnapped her teddy and sucked her clit while his hands ran over her thighs.

Suzie got up and bent over the table, enticing her husband to fuck her from behind. He grabbed her waist and thrust his cock into her.

“You’re being such a bad girl today!” he said, pulling halfway out and spanking her ass cheeks firmly, making her tighten up around his shaft. “What has gotten into you?”

“I missed you being inside me!” she moaned, looking back at him lustfully.

Her pussy was so wet. Her husband reached around to stroke her clit, fucking her slow and deep, careful not to make too much noise. He could feel her taut walls squeezing around his shaft as he inched in and out of her. Suzie bit her lip, trying not to scream as her whole body trembled. When she was getting too loud, her husband pressed his hand over her mouth to muffle her moans. He fucked her steadily, his fingers circling faster until she reached her peak. The deep, slow insertion drove her wild. She came so hard he could feel the quakes of her climax rumble around his cock.

He turned Suzie over and held her tight. He thrust deeply inside her, kissing her passionately. He was so ready to cum! Suzie could feel his stiff cock get even harder inside her. She squeezed his ass tightly, making sure his shaft aimed right where she wanted it. He thrust as deep as he could until he came powerfully inside her. His cum started trickling down the inside of her thighs as he slid out of her slowly.

At that moment, they looked into each other’s eyes as if they had just made love for the first time. He hadn't looked at her that way in years, and it was a wonderful feeling.

He slipped her shoes back onto her feet, and kissed her beautiful legs on the way up. She helped him get dressed, but kept his tie around her neck just for show. She raised his head to kiss his lips once more. She leaned close to his ear and said, "Don’t be too late. I’m going to wait up for you.”

She nibbled his earlobe and kissed his neck. Then she blew him a kiss before leaving. Her husband was stunned. He was a wrinkled mess, the aroma of sex all around the office. That afternoon, he left work early for the first time in years. He picked up some roses on the way home and made love to his wife the way she deserved. He never left her stranded at dinner again.

 

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Late At Night

Erotic fiction inspired by Silvie Deluxe and Matt Ice in “Drive

I live in an apartment complex near a major city; a mix of families, singles and students. A nice thing about walking my dog – a silly little beagle with lots of energy – is that I get to meet plenty of women, because they think she's cute. And on our late night walks around the complex I've started to see... interesting things. There is a subculture of people hanging out in their cars late. There are people slow cruising among the parked cars, looking to hang out with friends; people sitting in their cars working their phones and savoring some precious solitude – ghostly faces lit up by the flickering screens; people getting high, the savory aroma of weed drifting out their cracked open windows. Seems like the cars are an extension of some people’s apartments.

That includes my new neighbor, who is particularly cute and quite mysterious. She has lived in my building for several months, yet I've only seen her five or six times. Her car is parked out there most of the time, yet her work hours aren't regular. She has to be either a call girl or a restaurant manager! I keep attempting to strike up a conversation when I see her but she just says hi and breezes on by. She has interesting eyes, and is always on the move.

The other night, the dog dragged me out the door for a walk at almost midnight. The air was cool and there was my neighbor behind the wheel of her car, her face ghostly blue, giving me just a look and a nod as I walked past, intent on her phone. She was still there after our circuit around the complex, relaxed and not connected now, and we shared a long glance while my beagle was sniffing the bushes, her favorite pastime.

My neighbor seemed to decide something, glanced at the empty passenger seat then back at me. My eyes got wide, aha! I held up one finger, hustled the dog upstairs and then zipped back down to her car door, which unlocked with a click. I was sealed into an atmosphere of new leather overlaid with a touch of perfume and woman.

"Hello, my name’s Greg."

She took my hand with her small, slim one. "Greg, call me Sofia."

This is going to be fun, I thought. But I had no idea. Leaning back against the driver's door, she watched me, sizing me up.

"You are older than I thought…"

"How old did you think I was?"

"Fifty maybe," she said, shrugging.

"Yes, older. What’s your real name? It's not Sofia." She shrugged.

"Greg, what is it that you want?"

"Oh. Well, since we're neighbors, I wanted to meet you and find out about you. Russian people are interesting. I know something about Russian cooking and, uh…” I lost my train of thought as the lights in the car went out and my seat began to recline with a hum.

Sofia was so small that she easily climbed over on top of me and faced me, straddling my lap. Her arms went around my neck.

"Okay, let’s get to know each other," she purred, and then her lips were on mine. I kissed her lips softly and then kissed harder. Her tongue darted and then slid into my mouth, tangling with mine. Her body was warm on me and her wet lips were hot. Something clicked inside me and my hands were hungry for her skin, feeling under her blouse up her back and then a hand into her jeans under her panties; warm ass cheek, mmm!

It took a minute, but I figured out her bra with one hand and unclipped it, then pushed her bra and blouse together up over her head. My hands went to her nice little tits and squeezed, so warm and with stiff nipples. She shivered, then leaned forward and bit my earlobe, hard. I tensed and drew back, but her hand was in my pants, slim fingers circling my shaft, which stiffened up in about three heartbeats.

Quickly, she had my zipper down and I was throbbing and straight up, her hand squeezing and sliding my skin up my shaft slowly, feeling me. I looked up and watched her face closely, her eyes on my joint, smiling.

"Sofia, have you been interviewing me?”

"Hmm? No, I just want to fuck," she said, then, staring at me, "no one can know about this!" I reached down and started sliding her pants off her bottom. She rolled back on me and I quickly looped the strip of fabric from her panties around my cock. It held my shaft hard and tight up against her pussy.

That surprised her. I flexed and slid up along her slit and she sucked in a gasp. Her eyes closed. Gripping my shoulders, she pushed her bottom back, grinding on me until her folds opened and smoothly slid down my joint, warm and wet.

I lifted her wrists around my neck and held them there, kissing her hot mouth, breathing her breath and keeping her wetness flowing – I didn't want to fuck her yet. She was rocking her hips, trying to get me inside but I held her wrists tight, keeping the pressure on, staying just out of reach of her insistence. She was cursing softly in Russian; she was small but strong, arms trying to break my grip, but I was too much. I'm long too, and got my hips up and my glans reached her little rosebud, pressing on it while she was caught, then pressing the base of my shaft into her clitoris. She shivered, her body sinuous, squashing her breasts into my face. It was working, her stiff nipples rough on my cheeks and mouth, distracting me. We were fencing with heat and restraint and it was getting hot and crazy.

Inching her knees forward, she ground her clit on my abs and rolled her ass along my slippery cock, up and down, insistent. Damn, she is dirty, I marvelled to myself. Both her hands were gripping my head now, pushing her plump little tit into my mouth. I sucked on it and flicked the hard nipple. Now my hands were free and I took a finger and put it in her mouth; she sucked it in, gripping it with her tongue. I pulled it out wet and went right into her asshole. She arched her back, feeling it while my other hand guided myself into her wetness, pressing up inside her pussy. It was really tight, she was so small, but very slippery. I was fucking her slow while my finger was up her butt, feeling her contractions and filling some very tight places. And fill them up I did, my slow fucking regular now and strong; sweat was breaking out and we were almost there.

Then two car doors slammed; close! I heard the two guys from downstairs talking and walking right up to us across the lot. Sofia's car was dark with tinted windows but they would easily see us bobbing up and down like we were. I held my breath and gripped Sofia tight, my joint pressing deep inside her, still but throbbing, and her body was straining hard against me quivering. Her back arched and I realized she was starting to climax! I quickly covered her mouth with mine. She let out a muffled cry as her orgasm rippled through her taut muscles.

The guys didn’t see us as they brushed right past the car and walked into their place, slamming the door.

Sofia's eyes blinked open, foggy, then looked at me. "Spasibo."

"Da!" I said, thus exhausting all of my Russian.

"Wait," she said, nimbly reversing her angle, and gripped my cock, taking it into her mouth, her hands moving on me. That placed her lovely bottom right up on my chest and I savored her heat and sharp aroma of sex. Couldn't resist, and I explored with my tongue, hands squeezing her buns. All was dark, but her flavor was bright and delicious. Her folds felt a little swollen, I knew they'd be sensitive and took advantage, finding her clit and licking it hard. I knew I could easily make her come again so soon after her first orgasm and I did, her strong thighs squeezing my cheeks as I felt her buck and rock. I lost it myself then into her hot mouth.

We both breathed hard for a long moment while we recovered. Sofia got herself dressed quickly and I took that as my cue, pulling up my pants and trying to put myself together.

"You have to go now, so go!" She was in a hurry now, giving me a sharp look as the door unlocked with a click.

I looked right at her, not moving. "Tell me your real name."

Thoughts moved across her face while she buttoned up her blouse, then: "Anna, my name is Anna."

I leaned over and surprised her with a quick kiss. I bounced out the door, but then turned back and tapped the window. It slid down, and she looked at me.

"Anna… again?" She smiled then, and the window slid up with a thunk.

 

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Sexual Healing

Erotic fiction inspired by “Ordinary Night” starring Linda Sweet, Antonia Sainz and Anabelle

Antonia was in the middle of a disastrous divorce and turned to her friends for comfort. Linda and Anabelle insisted she stay with them until everything was finalized. It was nice having her there. It gave them time to catch up, since they hadn't seen much of her during her marriage. The first few nights were rough. It took a while for Antonia to talk about her feelings, shedding a few tears in the process. In time, she felt better. The girls’ company was just what she needed to begin healing from her broken heart. Antonia was grateful to have such caring and supportive friends.

Linda and Anabelle were no ordinary women, but the kind of couple that lived by their own rules. They were very open-minded and didn’t tie each other down, or put labels on their relationship. It was extremely different from what Antonia was used to. Everything about their lifestyle was relaxed and carefree. They rarely even closed any doors in their house.

One morning, Antonia saw Linda eating Anabelle out over the bathroom counter. She was walking past and stopped in the hallway, her attention drawn by the sounds of their moans. She couldn’t resist peeking through the half-open door. Anabelle saw her and gave her a smile. Antonia got nervous and walked away when their eyes met, but the image had been replaying in her head all day. She loved the fact that her friends were so uninhibited. This made it easier for Antonia to be herself and start embracing her own newfound freedom.

That evening, all three of the girls were in separate parts of the house, engaged in their own activities. Linda was in the kitchen making drinks, Anabelle was in the living room listening to music, and Antonia was just finishing up a long hot shower. Linda joined Anabelle on the couch and set the drinks down on the coffee table. Anabelle went upstairs to get Antonia, who was just about to get dressed when she reached the door. Anabelle saw a glimpse of Antonia's voluptuous form while she was drying herself off, and gave her a look of admiration.

“You don't need to dress,” Anabelle suggested with a smile. “Linda already has our drinks waiting. Come down as you are.”

Antonia happily agreed and went downstairs in just her towel. Somehow, seeing Anabelle naked that morning made her more comfortable about being undressed. She saw that Anabelle wasn't wearing much either. The lower curves of Anabelle's bottom peeped out under her tiny shorts and her T-shirt barely covered her stomach. Antonia couldn't help but stare at her from behind as they walked down the steps.

Once they reached the living room, Antonia saw that Linda was just wearing a sheer red robe. She could plainly see her perky breasts right through it as she took her glass.

The drinks Linda made were very strong. Just one glass brought out a warm glow from Antonia's complexion and had her head swimming. She was relaxed and content. They were all having a wonderful time talking and laughing. Antonia almost forgot she was only in a towel, wrapped at her chest. All the laughing unraveled it and let her beautiful breasts out in full view. Linda and Anabelle smiled at each other, silently agreeing to get Antonia out of her towel completely.

Linda set her glass down and daringly leaned in to kiss Antonia right in the middle of her laughter. It was brash and unexpected, but Antonia immediately got excited. She turned towards Anabelle, who also leaned in to kiss her. Linda caressed Antonia's breasts as they kissed, guiding her back further towards Anabelle. Linda kissed down Antonia's chest and sucked her nipples, while Anabelle turned Antonia's face to hers for a kiss. Linda kissed down Antonia's body and spread her legs over the couch. Her towel fell away, revealing her enticing form. 

Antonia was enveloped by desire. Her friends were pleasing her from each end. Anabelle kissed Antonia's neck while Linda ran her tongue around Antonia's pussy, letting her soft red hair tease her inner thighs. Antonia’s wetness grew, juices trailing down Linda's chin. Antonia started trembling as Linda licked her clit faster. Linda snaked her fingers inside Antonia's soaked slot and held them still, making Antonia thrust up and down on her hand.

Anabelle was getting so turned on seeing Antonia lose control. She sank her teeth down Antonia's neck and sucked hard enough to leave a bruise, making Antonia moan. The twinge of pain added to her pleasure. The suction of Anabelle’s mouth amplified the sensation of Linda’s tongue. She held on to Anabelle's head and arched her back in delight, coming hard all over Linda's mouth and fingers. It had been so long since she'd climaxed, and her whole body shuddered in pleasure from the much-needed release.

Antonia leaned in and kissed Linda deeply while unwrapping her robe. She turned to Anabelle and pulled down her tiny shorts. Antonia sat them both on the couch and took turns kissing them and fondling their breasts. She knelt and trailed her tongue up Anabelle’s thigh, while circling her fingers over Linda’s pussy. She flicked her tongue up and down Anabelle’s clit and inserted her fingers inside her. Linda turned to Anabelle and kissed her as she moaned into her mouth.

Antonia sat up to kiss them both, her fingers squeezing inside each of their slots. She sucked on Anabelle’s big breasts, making her back arch. Linda held Antonia’s wrist closer, aiming her fingers precisely where she wanted them. Anabelle held on to the back of the couch, taking each sweet thrust of Antonia’s fingers.

Antonia flicked her fingers faster, hammering both the girls’ G-spots at the same time. She could feel their holes constrict, soaking her hands with juice. Linda began circling her clit and reached over to play with Anabelle’s pussy with her other hand. Anabelle, then, squeezed two fingers inside Antonia’s pussy. Their orgasms peaked, one after the other. The sounds of their melodic moans and squelching wet flesh filled the room as they came hard on each other’s hands. It was a beautiful dénouement to their fun-filled day.

After that evening, Antonia blossomed in self-assurance and was no longer bound by the troubles of her previous relationship. She stayed with her friends for some time and got used to their open lifestyle. They started hooking up more frequently, not leaving one corner of the house untouched. Antonia got so used to it, that every hot encounter with her friends became just an ordinary day.

 

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The L Train Blues: a lesbian encounter

Erotic fiction inspired by Kiara Lord and Vanessa Decker in “Room of Secrets.”

I was uptown catching a jazz show. The band was fantastic. The liquor was flowing. My senses were heightened. The heat of the evening was making my casual little black dress stick to my skin. I was having a great time. I looked around the room and a beautiful girl caught my eye. She was sitting alone, and looked like she was craving a martini and some company.

I walked over to her booth and asked if I could join her.

“Here,” I smiled, handing her my glass. “You look like you need this.” For the first time all night, she smiled. Seeing it was like seeing the first flash of light from a firework display, brilliant and unexpected. Soon we were exchanging stories. Our glances became more intimate. She grew comfortable with me, to the point where she was touching my hand or patting my thigh with each remark.

The evening grew late. The quickest way back downtown was the L train. She said that route was also the way to her apartment and whichever one was closer, she would like my company for the night. I didn't mind one bit. It was nice to see my charms still had their way of turning a girl's mood around.

We got on the train and sat side by side. I put my purse on my lap and smiled at her. We sat silently as the train filled up with people. Suddenly, I felt her hand nudge under my purse and caress my thigh. I spread my legs slightly, inviting her to touch me there. She placed her purse close to mine to hide her hand and started playing with my pussy through my panties. I became so aroused. We were surrounded by strangers who could catch us at any moment. The vibrations from the train added to the sensation. Her face was impassive, not giving anything away.

She kept stroking her fingers slowly until my clit was swollen and throbbing. I was so wet, I could feel moisture leak down my ass crack. I was gripping my purse tightly, my cheeks flushed, trying not to give away my emotions to the other passengers.

The train finally stopped right when I was about to come. The tension between my legs was incredible. Moisture trickled down my thighs as I stood up. She stood close behind me, pressing her breasts against my back.

Her building was much closer than my hotel, so we wound up there. We didn't even make it halfway up the stairs before she turned me around and pinned me against the wall. She hiked up my dress and pulled my panties down and off one ankle, leaving them dangling around the other.

She spread my legs apart and licked slowly over my pussy. She waved her tongue from side to side, spreading my lips apart, then encircled my clit between her lips and began sucking it. My excitement heightened as she quickened her pace. I started shaking and moaning loudly as she whirled her tongue around and sucked my clit even harder. I weaved my fingers through her hair and held on to the back of her head as I came all over her mouth in a trembling jolt.

“Mmm... you've been holding that in for a while, huh?” she teased.

I smiled and pulled her to her feet to kiss her, tasting my own sweetness from her lips. She took my hand and led me up the stairs. She could barely get her key in the door as I cupped her breasts from behind and nibbled the nape of her neck.

Once we were inside, we couldn't get our clothes off fast enough. The soft glow of the lamp made her skin look so alluring. I lay on top of her on the bed, pressing my pussy over hers and grinding down on her pelvis. She wrapped her legs around me and held me tight. Her soft breasts squashed against mine as I slid my body up and down on hers. The sweet sound of her voice moaning in my ear was making me shiver.

She bit down on my ear lobe as I ground against her harder, slowing my pace to build her up to the peak. I could feel her pussy throb beneath mine as her thighs gripped my body tighter. The heat of our bodies was boiling over, the wet, warm slide of our pussies building to an imminent explosion. I circled my hips over hers until the intense tremors of her pussy pulsed like a beating drum within her flesh.

“Mmm... you've been holding that in a while, too?” I teased back, kissing her lips.

I ran my hand down her body and slipped my fingertips between her pussy lips. Her folds were soaked and sticky from coming. I pushed my fingers inside her and felt her walls squeeze around them. Her breath quickened into whimpers as I pressed her G-spot.

She spread her legs wider. I pressed my palm over her clit as my fingers went deeper. Her hand grabbed my wrist, guiding the pace as I hooked my fingers further inward. I fucked her harder and faster, her walls constricting rhythmically, another orgasm building rapidly.

I wanted to taste every drop that came out of her. I slid down her body with my fingers still inside her as she held her legs apart invitingly. I could see glimmers of wetness all over her pussy. I suctioned my lips over her clit and slid my fingers in and out of her tight wet hole. Her sexy moans sang out in sync whenever my tongue whirled to the top of her clit. I sucked her softly and fucked her hard in a steady rhythm. Her thighs were shaking uncontrollably as she came all over my mouth. The final pulses of her orgasm made her scream out a string of obscenities, like she was saying one long cuss word. It was adorable.

As I was lying next to this beautiful stranger, I realized how differently the evening could have gone if I had never noticed her. I could have landed up in a different bar, even a different city. I was grateful that she’d been open enough to let herself go and take a chance, as I did. It's funny how the simple events of an evening can turn into something magical, if you just let it happen.

 

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Addicted: my need for his cock

Erotic fiction inspired by “Perder Tiempo” starring Kiara Lord and Matt Ice.

This evening, we are attempting to go on a real date. He asked me to dinner. I said yes. Now he is here at my door. He escorts me to his car and opens the passenger door, like a gentleman. I give him a look.  My chest is fluttering already, just feeling his body near me. His eyes are still fixed on me as he walks around and gets in. He turns the engine on and lets it run. He finally looks forward and drives up the street. I watch his every move as he drives. I wonder if we will even make it to the restaurant. I can't explain what happens to me. I just get instantly wet every time I am near him. We are not even out of the neighborhood yet, and I am already sneaking my hand to his crotch. He is already hard. It seems I have an effect on him as well. He is always hard.

I can't contain myself. I unzip his pants and take his cock in my hand. It's not enough to hold it. It's not enough to suck it. I want it inside me. I hoist myself over and straddle his lap. He gets nervous because the car is still moving. The slightest misstep may cause us to crash. I guide his cock into me and feel an instant physical relief. I don't even care that a few cars pass by, seeing me on top of him. I want him so bad! His cock feels like that very first shot you take at a bar. It goes down easy and feels so good trickling through. All the troubles of the day are instantly gone.

I love how he fits perfectly inside me, like a key in a lock. He is still trying to concentrate on the road as I glide my pussy up and down his shaft slowly, taking every inch of him inside me. He is quiet as always. He bites his lip as I kiss his neck. I ride him faster, pressing my breasts against his chest. He swerves off the road and stops the car, rather haphazardly. He releases his seat belt and wraps his arms around me as I ride him, my hips picking up pace with each thrust. He kisses me passionately. Our tongues collide. I love the way he feels inside me. He is like a drug, my personal addiction.

The car is getting humid. Each breath we take fogs the windows. I am so close. He already knows what to do. I hang on to the headrest for dear life as he fucks up into me hard and fast. I moan helplessly as my pussy walls twitch around his cock. I want to feel his hot load inside me. I crave it.

“Please cum inside me,” I gasp.

“No,” he says sternly. “Not yet."

“Please!” I beg. I start purposely squeezing my pussy muscles tight around his cock, making him groan and shake.

He lifts me off him and pinches the head of his cock. I love the way he is so controlled, while I am being so mischievous. I let myself out of the car and crawl onto the hood. I look at him through the windshield and beckon for him to come out. He shakes his head and smiles as he comes to me.

“Why are you so bad?” he whispers as he presses his body against mine. “I swear, I can't take you anywhere!”

“I can't help it,” I reply as I nip at his bottom lip. “When I want you, I just have to have you!”

He lifts my skirt and grasps my hips firmly. He pulls my panties to the side and thrusts his cock inside me. I feel an instant relief again, just like an addict getting a fix. My pussy is so wet, I can hear his cock squelching in the cream. My sweaty skin clinging to the car hood is the only thing keeping my back from sliding. I have nothing to hang onto except his neck. He presses close and kisses me deeply while taking long deep strokes inside me. He lifts up to readjust and holds my legs together. He slides inside me again, hitting my clit and my G-spot at the same time. Each time he surges in, I feel the tremors build. I cry out in ecstasy as my body explodes and implodes. It feels like I am coming endlessly.

I look up at him and see he is finally about to lose control. I spread my legs wide and hold my ankles apart as he fucks me deeper. The car is tilting back and forth from his hard thrusts. I can feel his cock jerking as his hot load sprays inside me. I grip him tight as he fills me. I love the way it feels, squirting against my walls. It's the crescendo of my high.

I sigh in satisfaction. I pull his face to mine and kiss him again. “Take me home,” I whisper.

 

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Sweet and spicy: a taste of sexual pleasure

Erotic fiction inspired by Taylor Sands in “Warm Up

When I was invited to do a food demo on a local TV show it was the first time I’d met the hosts, although I’d watched them on the tube many times. Right away you could tell they were professional newscasters. They were great looking, well dressed and they seemed really pleased to have me on the show. I couldn’t take my eyes off Mina, she was so gorgeous – tall, very bright and energetic, with long chestnut hair and a knockout figure.

It was the run up to Thanksgiving so I kept it simple, roasted a turkey with all the fixin’s; I demonstrated how to make the gravy, which in my experience most people consistently screw up. I think that demo was my favorite one I ever did as a chef. It was simple, not pretentious and, incredibly, Mina was my helper on the air. Since they only ever give you two or three minutes, I had refined my plan for these demos over time to: a) Get everything possible ready in advance. b) Keep the cooking demo short and sweet. c) Give the celebrity helper something to do. So I asked Mina to slice off some turkey while I whipped up the gravy and together we made up a nice plate for the camera right on cue. Success!

Mina thanked me and rushed off to wrap up the show. Watching her walk away was... special. I tore my eyes away from the sight and looked up to see much of the staff lining up with plates at my little demo kitchen table; all the producers, camera people, engineers and security had been working since four or five in the morning, and by now they were definitely ready for lunch! So I served them, and as I was finishing up Mina drifted back over, the show finished. She stood beside me and chatted while I finished packing everything up; it was nice to talk to a pretty girl who wasn't a foot shorter than me.

Mina kept smiling at me and trying to catch my eye while I was working. It felt so good standing next her I didn't want it to end, so I blathered on about meaningless BS just to keep her smiling. I didn’t see a ring on her finger, and I thought to myself, ‘Stop being such a pussy, Jeff! Ask her out!’

“Uh, Mina. It was a lot of fun cooking with you... ” I stammered. “I could make you dinner some time, want to come over?”

“I don't know, Jeff,” she said, smiling and arching her eyebrow. “What can you make?”

Sure of myself now…  “I can make anything you want, Mina. What would you like?”

We chatted about food for a while – me tantalizing her with suggestions for all her favorite things – agreed I should surprise her, and we made a date. There was a moment when our eyes locked. I opened my mouth to say... I had no idea what...

Mina reached out and touched my shoulder. “See you then, Jeff!” And she was gone.

You can believe I put a lot into that dinner!

Mina showed up at my apartment and took off her jacket, looking devastating in tight slacks and a cool sweatshirt. I poured her some wine and handed her an apron, telling her she could help me in the kitchen again. We put together some Korean shrimp tacos, I had made some fresh kimchi earlier. When I held one up for her to take a bite, she looked so blissed out. We leaned against the counter, hip to hip, and polished them off, feeding each other. I took the plate. Now or never...

I leaned in and gave her a kiss. Mina wrapped me in her arms. Her lips were like satin and she held nothing back... Whew! Our eyes opening...

“What's next?” she asked, smiling. I talked her through the pan roasted lamb chops, and while she got that going I started some risotto.

“You have to stir it continually so it becomes gradually more creamy, see?” Mina tried to distract me by smiling over my shoulder with her arms wrapped around me. I tried to stay focused but I could feel her breasts warm on my back. It was not easy. When she ducked in front of me to take the spoon, I was very aware of her ass just millimeters from my joint. It took willpower to move, but I took the lamb out of the oven to turn the chops and add the lardons and shallots, then popped it all back in.

“How's the risotto?” I put my arms around her and took the spoon.

“No idea...” She turned and kissed me again and I couldn't think anymore. I started pulling her shirt over her head but the apron was around her neck.

“Let me.” By some girl trickery she got her shirt off and unclipped her bra, leaving the apron on. I had her warm tits in my hands while she unbuckled her belt and the slacks dropped to the floor. Her nipple in my mouth while I kneaded her other breast and her hands were in my hair. I dropped to my knees and lifted up the apron. For a moment I admired her lace panties, which were very tiny, barely covering anything.

“Like them?” she smiled. Her pussy lips could be seen through the filmy lace. There was a little shine on them. I inhaled deeply and the aroma of girl was dizzying.

“They're cute, but I like them better when they're off.” My hands on her waist, I lifted her up to the counter and raised her knees to slide those panties down her long legs. Soon my tongue was flicking her clit with her legs over my shoulders, nose in her fluffy pubes. Mina was wet inside and one finger was feeling behind her clit for the G-spot somewhere in her delicious folds. She was breathing hard and loving it, eyes closed and head thrown back as I pushed her over the edge.

I slid that finger into her ass and stroked inside her and Mina responded. She caught her breath and bent over me, crushing my head. I kept going to prolong it for her and she squeezed me harder, gripping my finger tight with her ass.

“Ah! Oh!” She gasped and let me go and warily I got to my feet and hugged her to me. “Oh Jeff,” she gasped, “I need you inside me!”

“Wait!” I grinned, and quick as a flash opened the oven and threw the pan with the lamb chops on top. Then I took a deep breath, picked up my naked girl and carried her to the couch. I sat down carefully with Mina on my lap. She lifted herself on her knees and pressed her ass back to rub my shaft. I reached to guide her to the spot and then I was inside her. I pulled her down and our tongues entwined while I rocked my hips and we got a rhythm going. She felt amazing inside and I could feel every fold of her.

Mina really wanted it and pushed expertly to get me in deep. “That feels really big,” she moaned, and her breathing got rough. I needed to hold myself back or I would explode any second; my shaft was rigid and those delicate pink lips were getting mashed on me with each thrust. Her tits were wrapped around my face and I pushed my hips up harder to really get her going. She rocked faster, breathing crazy hard and then gasping and slowing, and I lost it feeling the climax burn through me and jetted inside her, making us both all sticky.

We were sweating and calming down. I reached and barely got to the switch on the wall that lit the gas fireplace with low blue flames. Mina turned to look and giggled. “Was that for me?” Her hair was a mess.

“Yup,” I laughed, “And you know what? We need to finish dinner…”

 

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Punished by Mistress Lorena

Erotic fiction inspired by “Olas de Placer” starring Lorena B

Malcolm had been a very naughty boy. As Lorena's sub, he was supposed to obey her every whim. But today, after eating her pussy, he forgot to lick her clean before getting up. Instead, he got back down on his knees to await another command. It was a big mistake. It made his Mistress very angry. Lorena didn't mention it at the time because she expected him to remember their daily ritual.

When evening came, Lorena surprised Malcolm by telling him to sit in a chair. He was usually on all fours or on his knees, and wearing some kind of uniform depending on what she wanted from him. This time, he was naked. He was pleasantly surprised and thanked her as he bowed his head respectfully. However, the look in her eyes made him nervous.

Lorena took some strong rope and bound Malcolm’s wrists to the armrests of the chair. “You know you've been a bad boy today, right?” she said, tightening each knot.

Malcolm’s pulse raced. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Whatever I did wrong, please forgive me.”

“Whatever you did wrong?” Lorena laughed. “Oh, you're really asking for it today.”

She knelt down and tied his ankles to the chair legs. Just then, Malcolm remembered his sin. “Oh no!” he gasped. “I am so sorry, Mistress. I can explain!”

Lorena looked coldly into his eyes and leaned in to bite his bottom lip. Malcolm became instantly tense. His cock jumped at the taste of her mouth.

“Don't bother,” she said. “This is your punishment. You are not allowed to touch me tonight.”

“No! Please!” Malcolm begged. “Make me do it again so I can do it right. Please, Mistress!”

Lorena shook her head and placed her finger over Malcolm's lips to hush him up. Then, she left him there a while. Malcolm's chest heaved as he waited patiently for her to return. He scolded himself about forgetting. Her absence felt like hours. He struggled in the chair trying to get loose, but the knots were way too tight.

Lorena finally came back with a giant dildo in her hand, wearing nothing but a simple blue tank top that revealed her heavenly pussy below the hem. Malcolm’s mouth watered at the sight of her. She sat down on the bed right in front of him and caressed her pussy with the toy. She made sure Malcolm could see the tip slowly penetrate her. She wet her fingers and stroked her clit softly while gliding the tip of the cock around her slot.

When she was dripping wet, she spat on the suction cup at the base of the dildo and slammed it onto a transparent stool, so it stood straight up. The sound startled Malcolm, making his heart beat rapidly.

“I am going to make you cum without touching you,” she declared with a wicked grin.

Malcolm was already aching to touch his Mistress again, his cock rock hard as he watched her. The arousal and frustration were driving him crazy. He felt anxious too, not wanting to disappoint her.

Lorena began to whirl her tongue around the tip of the rubber cock. When it was wet and shiny she sucked it, keeping her eyes fixed on Malcolm. She gave it the most intense blowjob he’d ever witnessed. She stroked her breasts across the tip, making her nipples glide back and forth on it. She raised one foot and grazed her toes over the head of the cock. Malcolm felt his own cock twitch in sympathy.

Lorena spat on the dildo to make it even wetter, then straddled it and sank down slowly. Malcolm could see the thick shaft spreading her open. He felt insanely jealous of the dildo.

“Mistress, please untie me. I want to be the one to please you!” Malcolm begged.

“No,” Lorena replied coldly, riding up and down on the shaft slowly and deliberately. “You are going to cum when I tell you to. Not before, not after...but when I say.”

Malcolm bowed his head obediently. This was going to be a test of his willpower.

Lorena swiveled her hips and stroked the head of the dildo over her clit before sliding it back inside her pussy. Her bare feet were planted firmly on the floor. Her hands gripped the stool as she bounced up and down on the thick rubber cock. Malcolm's temperature was rising. His cock was engorged and throbbing, watching his Mistress fuck her toy. He wanted so badly to be the toy. He concentrated on the shaft as it slipped in and out of her pussy. He could already see trickles of juice running down the shaft. Malcolm wanted to touch himself so badly. He balled his fists beneath the ropes and bit his lip, eyes fixed on his Mistress.

Lorena stuffed the dildo deeper inside her cunt and rubbed her clit in vigorous circles. She was getting so turned on watching Malcolm struggle to keep his composure across the room. She could see his cock jumping over his abs, with drops of pre-cum beading at the tip.

“You’d better not cum yet,” she commanded.

“No, Mistress,” he replied breathlessly. “Not until you say.”

His face looked so helpless as he watched Lorena rock her hips faster. She turned her back as she continued to ride the dildo, making sure Malcolm had a perfect view of it sliding in and out from the back. She wet her finger again and rimmed her ass teasingly as she dipped her hips lower. She was so wet, the juice trickling down the shaft was starting to leak onto the stool. A small puddle was building underneath her as her hips danced around the dildo.

When she felt her orgasm approaching, Lorena took the dildo off the stool and lay down on the bed with her legs spread wide. She stroked her clit while ramming the dildo in and out of her cunt. The head hit just right. It was hammering at her G-spot over and over again. She was ready to explode. Malcolm felt deranged, watching his Mistress suffused with bliss. The head of his cock was turning reddish purple. He could feel semen rising in his balls. He had to close his eyes for a moment just to keep from cumming too soon. Lorena was already there.

“Okay, now cum for me!” she yelled as she fucked herself even harder. Malcolm groaned in ecstasy as he started to cum, jizz fountaining out of his cock and splattering his belly and chest. Lorena's pussy clenched tighter around the shaft and her hips rose off the bed as she reached the height of her climax with a moan of pure pleasure.

“Good boy,” she gasped. “Very good boy.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” Malcolm replied, feeling the last drops seep from his cock.

When she’d come down from her orgasm, Lorena untied Malcolm. “My pussy is soaked and sticky again,” she declared. “Lick me clean.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Malcolm replied. He was overjoyed to be allowed to touch his Mistress once more. He dutifully dropped to his knees and licked up every trail of juice from Lorena's inner thighs. He was hoping his Mistress would make him eat her until she came again…

 

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Timeless: a tale of erotic romance

Erotic fiction inspired by “Romance” starring Anna Rose and Lucy Li

I am the first to wake. Fresh memories of our lovemaking fill me with desire. She's fast asleep. I lean close to her and watch her silently. Her face looks so elegant, pressed against the sheets. Her hands flutter delicately. I lean closer and kiss her face softly. Her eyebrows rise at my touch. The scent of her neck arouses me, still mingled with my perfume and the lingering hint of last night's passion. Her silky hair gently brushes my cheek.

Her deep sigh tells me she’s awake, but reluctant to cast off the clinging cloak of her dreams. I lean closer still and kiss her lips. I run my fingers over the curve of her shoulders, the softest touch possible. I kiss her skin as she breathes deeper. She shifts toward me, her eyes parting just enough to see my face. She smiles.

I press my lips against hers and unravel the covers. She is bare beneath the sheets. My hands wander. Her lips part as I circle my hand over her hips. The tickling of my nails makes her muscles flutter. She takes my hand, entwining our fingers and pulling me closer. We kiss, so gentle but so eager. I taste her lips as if it's been years since they met mine. My heart pounds as she turns her body to face me, her eyes still barely open. My hands stroke lower to her thighs as she spreads them apart. I lick my lips in anticipation.

She takes me in her arms, making me roll on top of her. I squeeze my arms beneath her back as it arches closer. I hear her whisper, “I want you.”

I hide beneath the covers and position myself between her legs. She spreads them wider and pushes my head down. Her hands grasp a handful of my hair, holding my head in place. She thrusts her hips up to my face, meeting my lips with her pussy. The sweet taste of her makes my mouth water.

I suck her pussy as she dances beneath the sheets. I stick my tongue inside her as she waves her hips sharply. She grabs my hair tighter as her thighs tremble around my cheeks, her entire pussy fixed in my mouth. I suck on it, tease it, caress it with my lips. She moans as she draws closer. I move my tongue faster as she thrusts her hips more vigorously. I can't wait to feel her come. I suck her clit in small circles just the way she likes it, my mouth getting wetter with each turn. Finally she grips my face and bucks her hips up and down. I hold my position until I feel her explode in my mouth. Each pulse she lets out rumbles over my lips.

She shifts back suddenly, her pussy now overly sensitive. I don't ever let go until she pushes me away. Her hand swiftly covers her pussy, commanding me to stop. I smile over her flesh and kiss her hand.

She pulls me up and kisses me deeply. It's like my special treat for a job well done. I feel her fingers linger between my legs. She is now fully awake, her beautiful eyes fixed on mine. She lifts me up over her face, my forehead pressed against the headboard. I hang on to the edges as I feel her lips surround my pussy. Her tongue tips over my clit as she sucks me from underneath. My hips hold steady as she tastes me deeper. I can't bring myself to grind on her beautiful face, but hold still as she works. Each whirl of her tongue makes me convulse. The tip of her finger enters my ass. Her other arm is wrapped tightly around my thigh.

The gentle suction of her mouth forces me closer to explosion. I clench my thighs tighter. My knees buckle around her face as she tastes me deeper. She thrusts her tongue inside me and inserts a second finger in my ass. I try to move, but she is in control. She slides her tongue back and forth as I shake uncontrollably. I dip my hips down lower as her lips follow. I grip the wood, my knuckles white and aching. My face scrapes the headboard as she moves me up and down, the warmth of her mouth penetrating my flesh. I moan loudly as my pussy pours into climax, the pitch of my voice breaking. I lose control and shake over her face.

She pulls me down slowly, careful not to let me fall. We are face to face again as I press my body against hers and kiss her softly. I can taste myself on her lips, my sweet sticky marks left around her chin. I lick them off as she bites her lip lustfully. She runs her hands over my back as I rest my head on her chest. I am so content, so happy to be in her arms. She breathes blissfully. I can feel her lips curve to a smile. She holds me close and falls back to sleep. I sink closer to slumber with each breath, my eyelids now too heavy to flutter. I surrender to my fatigue and dare not move. My only thoughts before drifting back to sleep are to conjure more ways to keep us longer in bed. Time is of no consequence, and holds us still as the world waits.

 

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Fucking the new neighbor

Erotic fiction inspired by Malena Morgan in “Vacillant

Rachel was relaxing in the kitchen, halfway through her first cup of coffee. She stepped outside for a smoke and noticed a van pull up in the driveway next door. The large, ramshackle house had been empty for years. Rachel lived in a quiet, gated community deep in the countryside that consisted mostly of families and retirees, so she was mildly surprised to see a young woman step out of the truck.

Rachel puffed incessantly as her new neighbor smiled and waved a greeting. She had long, lustrous, brown hair. A sudden gust of wind picked it up and waved it around her angelic face. Rachel smiled back calmly, but deep inside she was stirring with animal lust. She stubbed out her cigarette and stepped back inside after one more wistful look at the girl.

The movers carried the girl’s belongings inside swiftly, while she unpacked a load of exotic plants and flowers, finishing the job by placing a picnic table in her backyard; and then the movers were gone, the truck disappearing down the street. From her kitchen window, Rachel had the perfect view of her neighbor. She had changed into another outfit that was more suitable for a warm summer’s day. Of all the things she could have worn, the sexy babe had slipped on a translucent white tank top that showed her tantalizing perky breasts. Rachel could plainly see her nipples through the sheer cloth, hard as bullets.

Rachel found an excuse to stay at the window, washing dishes that had already been cleaned once. She kept her eyes on her neighbor at all times. The water trickled over the plates as Rachel felt herself moistening inside her panties. Her neighbor looked up as she finished arranging her plants, their eyes locking; then she gave Rachel a dazzling smile.

To Rachel’s utter astonishment and delight, the girl took off her shorts and sat up on the picnic table. She made sure to face Rachel head on as she spread her legs wide, tugging her turquoise panties aside to reveal her beautiful pussy. The girl was posing just for Rachel. She lay back on the table and let her radiant hair tumble over the edge. Rachel could barely contain herself as she watched her neighbor slide her tank top up over her chest. She played with her pert breasts, teasing the nipples. Then she pointed a finger at Rachel, before curling it seductively, inviting her to come over.

Rachel swallowed hard and wiped her hands on her shirt. Eagerly, she stepped out of her house and through her neighbor's gate. The girl was still on the table, lying back comfortably, her legs spread wide. Rachel stepped closer. At first, she simply stood beside her, marveling at her flawless skin. She licked her lips and ran the back of her hand between the girl’s breasts and over her stomach.

The girl sat up and pulled Rachel close. She wrapped her legs around Rachel's waist and smoothed her hands down Rachel’s arms. Rachel leaned in, hovering her lips inches from the seductive brunette. She moved closer for a kiss, but the girl shied away. She smiled teasingly at Rachel and wrapped her hand lightly around her neck, keeping her at bay.

With her free hand, the girl reached under Rachel's shirt. Rachel leaned close, pushing against the girl’s fingers. Closer still, so that their breasts pressed together. She stole a deep kiss. Her pelvis ground against the girl’s pussy, so warm and wet. The girl's legs wrapped tighter around Rachel's waist, and she grabbed her face to kiss her deeper.

Rachel was overwhelmed with sensation. The aroma of exotic flowers filled the air as the summer breeze cooled their bodies. Her thighs moistened as she ground her hips harder. The girl reached inside Rachel's soft cotton leggings and cupped her mound. She played with Rachel's clit agonizingly slowly, and then slid her fingers into her soaked pussy. Rachel was hoping the girl would thrust her fingers, but she just held them still, forcing Rachel to rock her hips up and down on her hand.

Rachel grew more breathless with each dip. She pressed her pelvis over the girl's palm as juice dripped around the top of her thighs. She was so close! Then, all of a sudden the girl pulled her hand out of Rachel's pants. She pushed her slick fingers into Rachel's mouth, making her taste herself. Rachel lapped up her own juices and nibbled the girl’s fingers.

The girl peeled off her damp panties and pulled Rachel down onto the table, straddling her in a 69 position. She hovered her pussy over Rachel’s mouth, teasing as Rachel tried to lick her, then finally dipping down to let Rachel get a proper taste. She flipped her long hair over one shoulder and leaned in to kiss Rachel's lust-swollen pussy softly. She rested the back of her tongue over Rachel's clit and shook her head from side to side.

Rachel moaned helplessly, her own tongue whirling around her neighbor's clit. The girl shook her head faster. Rachel could feel her soft mouth sliding like a pendulum over her pussy. Rachel licked faster as the girl stopped right in the middle, perfectly positioned over Rachel's clit, and sucked as hard as she could on it. Rachel spread her legs wider, her stomach clenching with each sensation, then let out a powerful orgasm across the girl's hungry mouth. Her neighbor moaned louder as Rachel licked her faster, gripping her hips tightly. The girl’s thighs trembled around Rachel's face as she came too.

Suddenly, they heard the rumble of motors coming up the driveway. More cars and trucks followed. Rachel saw a group of girls coming through the gate, her neighbor's pussy still hovering over her face. Some were wearing Greek-lettered tank tops. Her neighbor called out a greeting. The girls didn’t seem at all surprised by what they saw, but introduced themselves to Rachel warmly. It turned out they were a group of sorority sisters who had rented the house, and they liked the look of their new neighbor. Rachel stayed for the house-warming party and didn't go home until the next afternoon.

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The Exchange: a tale of dark lust

Erotic fiction inspired by “Vintage Collection: Photographer II” starring Antonia Sainz and Meggie Marika

Antonia was a forensic photographer in a growing industrial city. It was winter of 1923; the glowing spark of the Golden Age era. It was unusual for a woman to work in that field at the time, but Antonia was the best at what she did. The crime rate was particularly high and the law enforcement agencies were overstretched. Nonetheless, every case she was assigned was handled with care and helped bring suspects to justice. Photographing the dead was no easy task. Few people had the stomach for it. This earned Antonia respect among the detectives in her district.

One evening, she got an assignment for a peculiar murder investigation. The deceased's wife was the main suspect. Everyone in town had heard of Madame Marika. She was the powerful daughter of a late mob boss who had a notorious appetite for sex and violence. She had been married four times. The slightest indiscretions from her previous lovers had resulted in death or disappearance. The people of the city had nicknamed her ‘the Black Widow.’ Rumor had it that her current husband had been cheating on her with just about every barmaid in the city. It was no great surprise when his body turned up floating in the river with holes in his chest the size of cup holders. But this time, she had left a trail that the police could finally use to put her behind bars. Her signature Besame Red lipstick was imprinted on her husband's lips. The lipstick was waterproof and very hard to wipe off. She was the only woman in town who wore it.

Antonia took pictures of the body and kept the film with her. It was an open and shut case, so she intended to get the pictures developed and send the prints to her team in the morning. Madame Marika's arrest warrant was already being written. She would be in jail by the time the body reached downtown.

Antonia decided to head home and relax for the rest of the evening. Little did she know, she had an unexpected visitor who had already made herself comfortable. It was Madame Marika. She was smoking the cigarettes Antonia kept in her bedside drawer. She was sitting on the bed with her legs crossed seductively, toying with the pearls dangling from her neck.

“Make yourself at home,” Antonia said sarcastically.

“Call me Meggie,” the elegant woman replied, tapping her foot. “I think we will be on familiar terms after tonight.”

“Is that right?” Antonia smiled. “What are you doing here, Meggie?”

Meggie stood up and walked boldly towards Antonia, taking long drags from her cigarette. “I think we both know the answer to that. I don't have much time. I’m here to offer you a deal… I believe you have some photographs of my dear departed husband. I need you to give them to me. I am willing to pay you handsomely for them.”

“You know I can't do that,” Antonia said. “I will not.”

“Yes, you will!” Meggie replied arrogantly.

The look in Meggie's eyes was starting to make Antonia uncomfortable. She had a strong, scary presence. Something urged her to go along with the deal. Meggie was a dangerous woman. It might cost Antonia her life if she didn't cooperate. And underneath it all, she found Meggie fascinating and incredibly attractive.

“Okay, we have a deal,” Antonia agreed. “On one condition...” Meggie raised a questioning eyebrow.  “I get to take pictures of you instead,” Antonia smiled. “Fair trade.”

Meggie reached for Antonia's camera and placed it in her hand, acknowledging their agreement. She took one last puff on her cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke in Antonia's face as she walked around her. Sitting back down on the bed, she began to unfasten her top. Antonia put a fresh roll of film in her camera and looked through the viewfinder as Meggie bared her breasts, her pearls dangling around her erect nipples. Antonia was instantly aroused. She unbuttoned her jacket, feeling heated. Meggie stretched out and hiked up her skirt, revealing the tops of her stockings. Antonia bit her lip as she saw that Meggie wasn't wearing panties. She leaned in closer to take pictures of her pussy.

Meggie crawled closer to Antonia, who set her camera aside as they gazed into each other's eyes. The atmosphere was charged with intense fear, lust, excitement and surrender. Slowly but surely, their lips met in a kiss. That one kiss made Antonia's skin tingle all over. The taste of a woman's lips was unfamiliar to her. She wanted to explore. She pressed her lips harder, smearing Meggie's lipstick. The same lipstick that was now evidence against her. The bittersweet combination of smoke and perfume ignited her senses as Meggie straddled her thighs. Meggie undid Antonia's blouse, stroked the back of her nails over her skin, and squeezed her luscious breasts. Antonia could barely breathe, feeling Meggie kiss them softly.

Meggie dragged her pearls slowly down Antonia's body. She unfastened Antonia’s pants and slid them off, leaving her shoes on and trailing the spike heels across her own breasts. Antonia was so aroused by the sight. She wrapped her legs around Meggie’s back, and Meggie leaned in to taste her pussy. She slid her tongue up and down Antonia's slot and suctioned her lips around her clit. Her lipstick smeared all over Antonia's flesh.

Antonia’s thighs began to quiver as Meggie sucked harder. She gripped the sheets as she edged closer to climax. Her moans echoed around the room. Suddenly, her pussy throbbed out of control, pressed tightly over Meggie's mouth. It was a sensation she had never felt before. Her body was so tight, her muscles clenched with each surge of pleasure. Meggie didn't let go until Antonia pushed her off. Her pussy was instantly sensitive.

Antonia moved behind Meggie, kissing her neck as she pressed her breasts against her back. She reached around to slide her fingers into Meggie’s wet pussy. Meggie leaned back to catch Antonia's lips in a kiss as her fingers went deeper, her pearls dancing. Antonia felt Meggie's hot walls tremble. She slid her fingers in and out faster, until Meggie’s pussy quivered in climax. Meggie held on to the back of Antonia's head, riding each thrust. When the tremors began to die away she took Antonia's fingers in her mouth, tasting her own sweet juices. Antonia kissed her softly, savoring the flavor.

Meggie got dressed in front of the mirror, reapplied her favorite lipstick and smoothed her hair. Antonia took the film from Meggie's file and handed to her as she kissed her one last time.

“That color suits you,” Antonia smiled.

“Thank you,” Meggie replied. “It looks good on you as well. Thank you for these. There is a briefcase under your bed. I'm sure you will find the sum sufficient.” She blew Antonia a kiss goodbye as she walked out the door.

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The Maestro's Hands

Erotic fiction inspired by Aria Logan and Matt Ice in “The Pianist

It's been said that musicians make the best lovers. Maybe it’s the way they concentrate, not only on each note but how that note is played. Where to place their hands on their instrument. How hard or soft to press and for how long. These were just a few of the thoughts streaming through Aria's mind as she watched her handsome professor perform. Matt was a beloved orchestra instructor at the university. He had just delivered the performance of a lifetime in front of his colleagues and students; a thrilling piano concerto he had composed himself. His star pupil, Aria, couldn't take her eyes off the figure on stage. She had been secretly crushing on him ever since she started school; at least she hoped she had been discreet. She’d never had the chance to tell Matt how she felt. She had just graduated, so she told herself that tonight would be the night to convey her feelings.

After the concert, Aria offered to carry Matt’s briefcase of sheet music to his car and invited herself home with him. She said she wanted to talk to him about a recommendation to a private chorus in the city, a place where her singing talent could blend in with a more diverse group. Matt had a feeling that wasn't the only reason Aria wanted to be alone with him. As they drove to his place he began to grow uneasy, feeling her eyes on him in such a seductive way. He had always been so professional. Although he found her attractive, he still thought of her as his student. He reminded himself that was no longer the case. For a while they talked about music. Even with the cordial tone, Aria's eyes and body language spoke to Matt in other ways. He was acutely aware of the way his cock jumped in his pants each time he looked at her. He hid it by adjusting in his seat so she wouldn't notice. The tension between them was heavy by the time they got to his house.

They walked to the door. Matt let Aria in first and tried his best not to look at her rear as she walked past. Aria sat on the couch beside the piano and crossed her legs. Matt loosened his tie, walked to his piano, and sat down. He began to play another song. It was different from the exacting concerto he had played earlier. The tune had a haunting melody. It was almost as if Matt was speaking to Aria with the piano because he couldn't find the words to express himself. Aria inched closer and watched him play. She stared libidinously at his beautiful hands, how they stroked and lifted so precisely over the keys. She imagined how his hands would feel on her. Matt could feel her deep focus on him, but didn't falter. He kept his face forward and pressed each chord with precision.

Aria moved to stand behind Matt and smoothed her hands over the shoulders of his tux. He shut his eyes and savored the sensation. He was instantly aroused feeling her breath by his ear and her soft lips on the side of his neck. Aria leaned over and started to press down on the higher keys. The harmonious additions flowed beautifully with his composition. The gentle tickling of her hair on his cheek made the blood race to his face. He played the final notes in a slow diminuendo and gave in to his lust as Aria leaned in to kiss his lips.

Matt turned to face her and ran his hands up her thighs. He was still hesitant, but his confidence gradually ascended at the sight of her beautiful form. Aria sat down on Matt's lap as they kissed with growing passion. She could feel his cock swell beneath her bottom as she moved her hips to stimulate it. His rugged face brushed against her cheek. Matt slid his hands between Aria's thighs and stroked his fingers over her satin panties. Her wetness seeped through the cloth as he kissed down her neck.

Aria was becoming intensely aroused. She unbuttoned Matt’s tux and stripped it off him. She stood and turned around, inviting Matt to unzip her dress. It was like unwrapping a delectable piece of candy he couldn't wait to devour. He ran his lips over Aria's back as her dress dropped to the floor. She turned around to straddle his lap as his hands encircled her waist. Their lips collided with growing anticipation. Matt stood up, still carrying Aria and kissing her neck. The scent of her perfume and the sweet taste of her skin escalated his passion. He perched her on the back of the couch, running his hands up to her breasts. Aria took Matt's hand and kissed his fingertips, then began sucking them to a sensual rhythm. Matt's cock pulsed as he imagined her lips sucking elsewhere.

Aria unzipped Matt’s pants and pulled out his cock, then ran her tongue around the tip. Matt inched closer and started to dip in and out of her mouth, letting her teeth gently graze his shaft. He reached down to play with her pussy, massaging until he could feel her wetness moisten his fingers.

Matt pulled away from Aria's face and straddled the back of the couch so Aria's legs could wrap around him. He slid smoothly inside her. A rush of wet heat soaked around his phallus with each stroke. Aria swiveled her hips as Matt thrust into her. He could feel her getting tighter. He circled her clit with his thumb. Aria couldn't hold it in any longer. She was ready to come all over him. She gripped the couch tightly as she exploded all over his cock. Her climax felt like an internal detonation. She shook and twisted her body with her ankles tightly crossed around Matt's waist, taking in each sweet thrust.

Matt turned Aria over onto her stomach. He spread her legs wide and thrust back in, hitting her G-spot at the perfect angle. She felt the tremors of another orgasm as Matt fucked her faster and faster. He leaned forward and pressed his face against Aria's neck as he shot his hot load inside her. The last exquisite thrusts made her recall the finesse with which Matt ended his composition.

Matt kissed Aria's neck gently and turned her over again so he could look in her eyes. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately, lost in the moment of post-coital bliss. After years of silent attraction, they had finally made beautiful music together.

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Introducing MyErotica – free erotic fiction to ignite your desire!

 

It’s no secret that I love my job – I get to watch hot movies and look at beautiful girls all day, and to hang out with you lovely folks discussing it. I also get to indulge my number one passion, which is writing and reading exquisite erotica.

That’s why I’m so excited to introduce our new erotic fiction site, the repository of all my sexual secrets: MyErotica.com. I know how much you all enjoy a dirty story; we have a thriving fiction community right here on the blog, and it’s been my great pleasure to read and share erotica from our members, as well as making a few naughty revelations of my own. Now we’re turning the heat up with a dedicated site just for our most intensely arousing stories.

MyErotica’s mission statement is “Refined erotic fiction to ignite your deepest desires” and that’s just what you’ll find there. It’s a collection of sexual confessions, eye-opening tales and kinky revelations for hot-blooded men and women who dare to explore their wild side.

It’s my own personal project, and I share a lot of very naughty stuff, both fantasies and real life experiences – it’s up to you to guess which is which! Start with my latest story, “Nothing gets me wet quicker than sucking cock…” if you really want to find out what makes me tick – or maybe “Touching my best friend’s sister” will be more to your taste?

MyErotica also features stories by my writing partner Jaiden (who is a very bad girl indeed), and selected writers who I deem worthy of being included, including our lovely member Kat, who has shared some of her hot stories here. Whether you prefer girl on girl liaisons or girl meets boy encounters, kinky or vanilla, you're sure to find something that turns you on. 

And what’s more, it’s totally free!

So, how can you get involved?

Well first of all you can “FOLLOW” me (Rose), my writing partner Jaiden, our guest writers, and our online publication, MyErotica. That means you’ll be notified whenever we add a new story. You have to create a profile the first time you do this, but it only takes a moment, and of course you can use any identity you choose! Doing this also gives you a personalized feed of all the fun stuff on Medium, the mainstream platform we’ve chosen to host MyErotica. It’s the best source of interesting features, news and thought-provoking journalism I’ve ever come across, and I’m quite addicted.

Second, you can “RECOMMEND” my stories, by clicking on the little heart icon at the bottom of the story. It would mean a lot to me if you do this, because the story then reaches many more potential readers who need my filthy confessions in their life!

And third, you can CONTRIBUTE your own stories. Email me at fanfiction@metart.com (tell me it’s for MyErotica)… I look forward to reading your dirty confessions and hottest fantasies.

Please check it out and let me know what you think, and what you’d like to see at MyErotica. I’d love to write something just for you.

 

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Secret Admirer

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by Tracy Lindsay and Amarna Miller in “Love For Sale: Crossdressing

Amarna had been in love with Tracy for quite some time. They were close friends, but Tracy was more into men. Amarna, on the other hand, was sexually fluid. She had an idea to try and seduce Tracy. She knew her friend frequented online chat rooms and decide to create a profile posing as a man. To her delight, Tracy took the bait. Amarna used everything she knew Tracy liked in order to pique her interest, talking about books, music and fashion that she knew her friend would appreciate.

Before long, Tracy was eager to meet, and they set up a date at a hotel. Tracy was excited and nervous as she got ready; she had been on blind dates before, but never with someone who seemed like such a perfect match. Amarna was nervous too. She wanted to embody Tracy's fantasy somehow, so she decided to dress up like a gentleman. She wore a white linen button up shirt, black tie, suspenders, cufflinks, mannish cotton briefs, and tightly fitted trousers.

She wanted to know what it felt like to be inside Tracy, just like a real man. She bought a strapless dildo, her excitement growing as she inserted the shorter end of the phallus inside herself. Tracy would be there at any moment. Amarna poured a glass of wine to ease her nerves as she waited.

She heard a soft knock at the door, took a deep breath and walked over to open it. Tracy was taken aback to see the familiar face of her dear friend – but looking so different in her masculine attire. They were both tongue-tied.

Amarna took Tracy’s hand and led her to the lounge area. They had some wine, still silent, gazing avidly at each other. Amarna was usually extremely feminine and dainty, and Tracy was fascinated by her transformation. It was the first time she’d seen her radiant red hair slicked back in a tight bun. She looked like a powerful mafioso from a classic movie. Tracy couldn't find the words to ask how she’d pulled this off. She realized that Amarna had been her secret admirer all along. At that moment, everything she’d thought she knew about their friendship blurred, refocusing into something much more intriguing.

Tracy had only taken a few sips of wine before Amarna took her glass away and set it aside. She held Tracy's face close and kissed her. Tracy was captivated. Her heart raced as she felt Amarna's tongue whirling in her mouth. She twisted her fingers around Amarna's suspenders and kissed her back even harder.

Tracy's mind turned hazy. Every question she’d had coming into the room was forgotten as Amarna guided her to a kneeling position between her thighs. As she unbuttoned Amarna’s pants, she was transfixed by the mock cock that sprang out, just like a real erection except for the bright pink color. Her eyes widened as she licked her lips. Amarna pulled her head closer and she ran her tongue around the tip of it, looking right into Amarna’s eyes as she teased it. Then she took it deep in her mouth and began sucking it.

Amarna was so turned on. The other end of the phallus massaged her G-spot every time Tracy's head bobbed up and down. The mere sight of her cock dipping in and out of Tracy's luscious mouth edged her closer to climax. Tracy sucked harder and faster. Amarna could feel her pussy tighten around the dildo. She moaned ferociously, holding Tracy's head in place to fuck her mouth deeper. Tracy could feel the dildo hit the back of her throat as Amarna exploded from the inside out.

Tracy straddled Amarna's lap, grabbing her tie to pull her in for a hungry kiss. She lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and guided the dildo into her pussy, so wet it slid in easily. Amarna gripped Tracy's hips as she bounced up and down on her cock. She could feel Tracy’s pussy juice flowing over the bottom edge of her shirt. Each time Tracy’s pussy came down, it left another wet spot. Amarna felt Tracy's pussy grip the dildo tight with each stroke, stirring it inside her own wet hole. Tracy’s legs were shaking uncontrollably. Amarna wrapped her hands around Tracy's throat as she fucked up into her. She clenched tight to make sure her cock kept hitting the same sensitive spot.

Tracy whimpered helplessly as she drew closer to her climax. She gripped Amarna’s shoulders as she rode her, leaning back to take the cock even deeper. She let out a cry that she had never heard herself make before, a raw, primal scream of ecstasy. Her entire body trembled as she came all over Amarna's cock. Her pussy was instantly so sensitive that each thrust as she rode out the convulsions of her orgasm was torturous. Amarna caressed Tracy, wrapping her arms around her waist to hold her close. Tracy leaned in and kissed Amarna reverently.

Tracy dismounted and pulled Armana’s pants down to her ankles, along with her cotton briefs. She kneeled between Amarna’s spread thighs again, and slowly pulled the thick end of the dildo out of her pussy, making her gasp. It was smeared with Amarna’s cream, long viscous strings of it that Tracy licked off the slippery surface. Amarna was so turned on by the sight that she leaned in to give it a taste as well, their tongues tangling around it.

Amarna pushed Tracy onto her back on the floor, then lifted her legs, making her bend them so her knees were pinned back. Tracy held her thighs in place over her breasts, trembling with excitement. Amarna teased her ass with the short, thick end of the dildo and slowly slipped it inside. Tracy moaned as her ass was stretched open. Then Amarna took the longer end and pushed it inside Tracy's cunt. She was so drenched her juice leaked out around the shaft of the dildo as it went deeper. Amarna spread Tracy's legs wider apart and ran her tongue over her clit. Tracy could barely handle the sensations flowing through her body. Amarna's tongue felt amazing, sliding up and down over her pulsing clit. Both her holes were filled and she could barely move. Another orgasm was rapidly rising within her.

Amarna pumped both ends of the dildo in and out, slowly at first, then faster and faster. Tracy hung on to the bottom edge of the lounge chair to keep from sliding. The abrasion of the carpet burned her back. She closed her eyes as every muscle in her body tightened. Amarna sucked her clit harder and harder. Tracy felt her teeth gently surround her swollen flesh. One last whirl of Amarna's tongue set off a billowing explosion inside Tracy, more intense than she had ever experienced before. She screamed out her pleasure until Amarna felt her eardrums would burst.

Tracy collapsed on the floor, her body going limp and nerveless as she pulled the dildo out of herself. Amarna sat back and smiled as she watched her friend regain her senses, then hugged her tightly as they kissed. They were both overwhelmed with emotion. At that moment, they knew their friendship had reached a new level of intimacy that excited them both.

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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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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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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The Cellar

Erotic fiction by Noel and Rose, inspired by Frida and Candy Sweet.

Late one afternoon, Frida was over at her best friend Candy’s house when they decided to go down to the cellar to look for some wine. The space was piled high with all kinds of random clutter, and the girls opened a bottle and took unladylike slugs from it as they started browsing through the mess. Frida found a shoebox in the corner that was full of old photos and letters. She showed it to Candy, who was really curious about the contents, so they sat together in a tattered armchair to look through it.

The letters were from two different couples. One batch was correspondence between Candy’s grandparents, and it was very sweet and tender. The other letters were something else altogether, though. They were signed only with initials, and they were very hot and steamy indeed. As the girls read them, they realized the lovers were not a man and a woman, as they had initially presumed, but two women.

Frida could feel herself blushing as Candy read out the letters to her. Suddenly her shorts felt a bit too tight, the way they were pressing against her crotch, and her nipples were hard. She tried to control her breathing so Candy wouldn’t see that she was getting turned on… but she noticed her friend’s cheeks were also flushed, and there was a tremor in her voice as she read the juiciest passages.

“Imagine what it would have been like to be lesbian lovers in those days,” Candy giggled. “All that sneaking around, how exciting it must have been. How daring!”

“True,” mused Frida. “It must have been a very brave thing to make a pass at another girl. Not like today, we’re all so open minded.”

“Are we?” Candy said, suddenly very serious. “I mean, are you? Have you ever tried kissing another girl?”

“You know I haven’t,” said Frida. They really were best friends and told each other everything. As she spoke, she couldn’t stop looking at Candy’s lips though. They were so pretty. Acting on impulse, she leaned in and kissed her friend. It started as an innocent, gentle meeting of lips, but somehow it turned into something more. She felt Candy’s lips yielding, parting to let her tongue slip between them. Their arms wrapped around each other, breasts pressed together as they kissed and kissed, the heat between them growing until Frida felt overwhelmed, and pulled away with a shaky laugh.

She gazed into her girlfriend’s eyes, the unspoken question, ‘What just happened?’ passing between them. Candy’s eyes were dark with lust, and as Frida studied her, she seemed to make a decision. Slowly and deliberately, she pulled her flimsy top over her head, leaving her half naked. Frida had always been aware her bestie had a beautiful figure, but seeing her like this, so stirred up with arousal, was a turn-on she had never imagined.

Involuntarily, Frida’s hands moved to Candy’s breasts, stroking and squeezing. Her lips went back to Candy’s for a moment and then moved down, nuzzling her neck and sucking a red mark there, before traveling down across her collarbone to her breast. She sucked Candy’s nipple hard, eliciting a series of gasps and wriggles before moving to the other. She became dimly aware that she had one of her heels pressed against her crotch, and was rocking against it. She’d had no idea kissing another girl could be so exciting.

She broke out of her trancelike state when Candy unbuttoned her shorts and slid her hand inside, raising an eyebrow as if asking permission to continue. Frida nodded, feeling a swell of arousal, and then a shock of pleasure as Candy’s fingers slid along the slick indent between her pussy lips. She was so wet and creamy she almost felt embarrassed, but Candy’s smile as she ran her fingers up and down over her clit was enough to make her lose whatever inhibitions she had left. Wriggling out of her shorts hurriedly, she spread her legs wide so her best friend could push two fingers right inside her hot pussy. With Candy’s thumb working busily on her clit as she finger fucked her, she already felt close to the edge.

She groaned with frustration as Candy took her hand away; but as her girlfriend rapidly removed her shorts and panties and straddled her in a 69, any conscious thought was lost. She had never seen another girl’s naked pussy so close up before, and it looked beautiful, with juice seeping out between the tight pink folds. Experimentally, she ran a finger along it and Candy shivered with pleasure.

Holding Candy’s hips, Frida pulled her down until that pretty clam was right there above her face, so pink and inviting. And reaching out her tongue, she took her first taste of pussy…

Many thanks to our member, Noel, for co-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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On The Edge

Erotic fiction by Frank and Rose, inspired by Milena D and Emily Bloom

This follows on from a story posted on this blog on December 31, 2016, titled ‘Menage a Trois,’ which featured Emily and Milena having some fun with Nika N after a photo shoot.

The story continues…

Emily and Milena hadn’t seen each other since they shared Nika in that delicious threesome, so when Emily called to invite Milena to dinner, she immediately said yes. Milena started getting wet just thinking about what she would do to Emily this time. But she was destined to be disappointed. Emily was in town for a shoot, and when Milena offered to fuck her brains out she declined, saying she needed to be fresh for the early call time. With a teasing smile, she said she doubted she would get much sleep if she let Milena into her room.

“Anyway, it’s much better after the shoot… you know how horny I get when I’ve been posing nude,” she added. “Save it for tomorrow, and I’ll make it worth the wait.” Milena felt a thrill of anticipation as she agreed to pick Emily up from the location the following day when she finished shooting.

Throughout the day, Emily sent Milena lots of naughty texts and a few naked selfies too, keeping her friend in a state of nervous excitement for hours at a time. By the time Milena picked Emily up, she had already made herself come three times, and her panties were so wet she’d taken them off and stashed them in the glove box. Emily flashed Milena a wicked grin when she asked how the shoot had gone.

“Well, it was supposed to be for MetArt, but I think it will end up on SexArt instead,” she giggled. “I couldn’t help touching myself every time I thought about you! I had to go and masturbate in the bathroom during our coffee break, but even that didn’t help… I just couldn’t wait to get my hands on you, baby!”

She leaned across and put her hand on Milena’s tanned thigh, sliding it upward, but now it was her girlfriend’s turn to tease.

“If you keep doing that I won’t be able to drive!” she laughed, pushing Emily’s hand away. “Now let me concentrate on the road!” She relented once they reached the parking lot of Emily’s hotel, and when Emily slid her hand right up under Milena’s skirt, she was delighted to discover she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“You hot little slut!” she exclaimed. “You’re so wet already! Have you been touching yourself, you dirty girl? You know you’re supposed to wait for me.” Milena felt her pulse begin to race at Emily’s stern tone. She loved seeing this dominant side of her sweet girlfriend, and it really turned her on when Emily took control.

“I’m sorry, Emily. I’ve been a bad girl today,” she said meekly. “I was thinking about eating your pussy, and I couldn’t help myself. I put my hand in my panties, and I was so creamy, and I humped my pillow and pretended it was you, and fingered myself until I came.”

“You’re a bad girl, Milena,” said Emily. “And bad girls need to be punished. You know that, don’t you?” Milena nodded. “You’re not allowed to come again until I say so,” Emily told her. They went up to Emily’s room in silence; Milena didn’t dare make a sound, even when Emily pressed right up against her and tweaked her nipple in the elevator. She already felt on the verge of another climax just from the hard, searching look Emily was giving her, and she wasn’t sure how long she could hold back – but she had to try.

As soon as they got into the room, Emily pushed Milena onto the bed and straddled her. She held her hands above her head as she kissed her hard, but when Milena tried to grind up against her, craving contact, Emily arched her body away.

“Don’t be greedy,” she said primly. “Naughty girls have to wait.” Milena lay back passively, trying to quiet the voice in her head that was begging to be touched. Agonizingly slowly, Emily kissed her way down Milena’s neck, sucking a love bite on her collarbone; then on down, nuzzling her nipples through her top until they were rock hard. It took all Milena’s self-control to keep still as Emily pulled her top up and took a nipple between her teeth, tugging and nibbling until her girlfriend was gasping with arousal. She could feel wetness seeping out to coat her thighs.

When she was beside herself with frustration and arousal, Emily finally kissed her way down over Milena’s flat stomach, taking her time, brushing the skin until it fluttered and Milena had to fight not to buck her hips. Emily flipped Milena’s short skirt up, exposing her bare pussy and gazing at it until Milena wanted to squirm. Emily blew on her overheated flesh, making it tingle. When she spread Milena’s thighs wider apart and started to kiss and suck and bite them, Milena wanted to scream with horny frustration.

Emily’s mouth moved closer and closer to Milena’s pussy, but she didn’t touch it. Instead she turned around so she was on top of her in a sixty-nine, and lowered her pussy down onto Milena’s face. She leaned forward so she could stroke all around Milena’s mound with her teasing fingers, as Milena grasped her hips and pulled her down harder. Crazy with lust as she was, she couldn’t resist Emily’s sweet taste.

“Oh yes! Show me what a good girl you are!” Emily gasped as Milena’s tongue swept over her clit. “Make me feel good and then maybe… maybe… I’ll do the same for you!” Milena licked her deeper, savoring her tangy taste, feeding off Emily’s response. She knew instinctively how to make Emily shudder with pleasure – and focusing on that helped take the edge off her own need for release.

But as Emily approached orgasm, her fingers grew clumsy, fluttering closer and closer to Milena’s pussy until they were brushing over her clit. Milena’s hips bucked up involuntarily, chasing the sensation. Immediately, Emily’s hands clamped down on her thighs, holding her still. Milena howled with frustration, and that vibration was all it took to send Emily spiralling over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

Milena did her best to lick Emily gently through the aftershocks of her climax, hoping it would make up for her bad behavior, but she found it difficult to concentrate as her thighs were spasming and shaking. The pressure was building inside her to the point where she felt she could come untouched. But Emily, having regained her composure slightly, was ready to resume tormenting her again now.

Softly – far too softly – she started to kitten lick Milena’s clit, fingertips digging into her thighs to hold her steady whenever she tried to move. Milena was moaning uncontrollably, her resolve to stay silent forgotten as her desperate need for release swept everything else away. Emily dipped a finger a little way inside Milena’s creamed-up hole, but pulled it out again at once.

“Please, Emily!” Milena gasped, her voice hoarse with lust. “Please fuck me! Please!” Emily slid her finger in again, a little deeper this time, but still not deep enough to hit Milena’s G-spot. After teasing her this way for a while, she added a second finger, making Milena feel a little fuller. Finally she thrust deeper, crooking her fingers to press that perfect spot. Milena’s back arched and she gasped with relief, thinking that this was it… but as the waves of sensation carried her towards orgasm, Emily pulled her fingers away again, letting her excitement subside minutely.

“Emily, please!” Milena sobbed. “Please let me come!”

“You’ll come when I say you can,” Emily purred, lapping at Milena’s clit a little harder. She did the same thing again, coaxing Milena right to the verge of orgasm, and then denying her the release she craved. And a third time; by now, Milena had lost all sense of who she was, where she was, her entire being focused on the unbearable throbbing between her legs. At last Emily seemed to sense that Milena was ready to break.

“Good girl, Milena. You can come now,” she said, and this time she sucked hard on Milena’s clit as she plunged her fingers all the way inside, pressing her G-spot firmly. That was it; Milena’s hips bucked crazily, her head thrown back as she yelled and shook and came, harder than ever before in her life.

After that, the girls lay and kissed for a while, Milena’s over-stimulated body unable to take anything more; but later they fucked again, more languidly this time. By morning Emily’s pussy, which had looked so neat and tight at the photoshoot, was spread open and soaking wet; and Milena’s thighs were marked with the bruises Emily’s fingers had left.

Many thanks to our member, Frank, for co-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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Encounter Number One

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux

We get to my apartment and as I enter she swings me around and grasps my ass and opens her mouth on mine, her tongue flicking in and out, sending hot waves of fire into my belly. Hands reach and grab, items of clothing stripped away. She has me from behind, licking from my clit to my asshole. I reach for her head, moaning; she gasps, sighs, her hands creeping up my body to my breasts. She has hold of both nipples, squeezing slightly. My moans and shrieks fill the quiet. Her breath quickens as she turns me around.

I look into her eyes; they are green, beautiful. Her lips like a rose. I kiss her, my tongue entering deep, greedy. Her tongue responds. Now we are one mouth, all-consuming. My hands run down her slender frame. I squeeze her ass, then place my hand on her pussy. It’s very wet. I'm excited, kissing her neck, biting, my hand lying still on her pussy. She moans with delight. I place one finger into the delicious mound of flesh, then two, then three. Now I have her up against the wall, fucking her sweet lips, juices running down her legs. I kiss her breasts and linger on the nipples, her hand on my head guiding me. Licking her stomach, I eventually go down to her secret garden of honey and nectar. I kiss her clit. Her moans excite me; I feel my own wet pussy pulsing in empathy. I lick and kiss her clit very gently, my fingers still inside her, fucking her pussy hard. She's holding my head, hers straining back against the wall.

I feel the tension in her legs, she’s trembling. I kiss and lick, kiss and lick, then suddenly she erupts screaming and shrieking, my face firmly on her clit. She holds my head while savoring the moment. I lick her slowly, retreating from her pussy, her orgasm juices lining my fingers. I suck on my hand, then put it in her mouth. She sucks the sweet honey while I kiss her stomach and kiss her mouth. Now she is holding my head between her hands, lavishing my tongue and lips with kisses.

I lead her to the bed, pulling her on top of me. She bites my ear, my neck, my breasts, and follows her tongue down to my dripping wet pussy. She licks, I moan loudly; she places two fingers inside me, licking and fucking me. I squirm on the bed. My legs spread, I grab her head and hold it down on my clit. It only takes a few seconds and I cum, shrieking, shouting; loud strange vocals emerge. I hold her head there, enjoying the oozing warmth.

Two fingers enter me, then three, as she begins to penetrate me. I lie back, neck straining as she hits my G-spot over and over. Now it’s four fingers, in out in out, I’m wound up like an antique clock. Screaming now I hear my own voice somewhere, but she is on top of me, face to face. We look into each other’s eyes, gazing. I’m bringing my legs into the air over my shoulders. She’s fucking me and fucking me hard. I can’t resist the tantalizing movement driving me into a frenzied state. One more stroke and I cum again, arching my back, my whole body trembling, shouting and howling. We kiss, I bite her lower lip. She kisses my closed eyes while I taste the joy of orgasm. There's only the sound of our breath.

I look into her eyes. They are glazed over, half smiling. I feel tears in my eyes. We fall asleep.

Many thanks to our member, Mimi, for writing this hot 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 Itch, Episode Two: Reflection

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Silvie Luca

This is a continuation from episode one, which was posted on this blog on January 18th 2016. The story so far: Silvie is trying to study in the merciless heat, soaked in sweat, but she is distracting by a relentless sensation in her pussy that she can only describes as an ‘itch.’ The harder she masturbates, the more the feeling drives her crazy. Then she catches sight of her reflection…

The story continues…

It was both exciting and strangely kinky, masturbating without control at her own reflection while it was doing the same. Silvie moaned louder, juices flowing from her pussy like a rainstorm, while the other Silvie watched her. Getting incredibly excited by that thought, and feeling the first contractions of an orgasmic explosion, Silvie’s hand suddenly reached towards the window, as if to touch her own masturbating double... watching wasn’t enough for her anymore!

As her hand hit the glass hard, covering it with sweat and pussy juice, her desire to touch the wet and squirming body of her double vanished. With her other hand she was finger-fucking her G-spot harder and deeper, her fingers moving so fast they were a blur. The itch was still growing, but now the urge to cum hard and release all that pleasure was dominating Silvie’s body. Her orgasm was near, she could feel it coming stroke after stroke; each movement was making every muscle of her body build up to the tension before that huge eruption. But then, right on the edge before her fall, something strange happened…

Her reflection stopped masturbating! She slid her fingers out of her pussy, juices dripping onto the floor, and stared straight into Silvie’s beautiful eyes.

“She wants to see you cum hard!” the itch whispered to her. “She wants to kiss and lick you. She wants to fuck you!”

Suddenly Silvie found that she couldn’t move. Two fingers were still inside her pussy, pressing her G-spot, as she froze like a statue. A terrible and uncontrollable urge, demanding an orgasm, was making her feel incredibly frustrated. Was it the itch doing this? Was it her reflection? Or was it her mind trying to take back control?

“She can’t have you… but you can have her if you ask nicely,” the itch whispered. Silvie’s sweaty body was pulsing from inside, her heart pounding, the pleasure demanding to break free and explode like a geyser. But she couldn’t move at all, she could only stand there frozen, feeling her G-spot throb against her motionless fingers.

“Please me and I’ll please you… let me taste your pleasure slowly for a while and then you’ll have it all as hard as you want!” the itch whispered.

Silvie was experiencing every sensation in her body like never before, as if amplified. She felt the sweat trickle through her hair and down her naked body, and her pussy juice seeping out and coating her thighs. It was making her horny to the point where she could hardly bear it; if only she had control of her fingers, she would make herself cum multiple times. She was breathing heavily, with her double staring at her and breathing in unison.

“Let me taste you… let me drink you… let me eat you… let me feel you… let me fuck you!” came the whisper, low and hoarse.

Silvie’s hand started to move again, very slowly, but she wasn’t in control. It was acting on its own, rubbing her G-spot with deep, hard strokes, pausing for a long moment between each stroke. It was teasing her so badly, keeping her right on the edge of orgasm but without letting her get there. Whatever the itch was, it wanted to enjoy her pleasure at its own pace. She was moaning, each stroke driving her so close to the point of no return that her legs were shaking. The slow rhythm was making her so crazy that the last part of her rational mind was fading away. Her reflection was observing her, showing clear enjoyment as seeing her getting teased and denied relief so mercilessly.

“Is that really you? Or is it me? Or maybe we are one and the same!” Silvie wondered distractedly.

Her reflection smiled and moved closer to the glass, looking down at Silvie’s wet pussy. The finger fucking was getting even harder, keeping Silvie just a milimeter away from exploding. She was at the mercy of her own lust, unable even to control her own body… and that thought was making her so hot! Having her double staring at her soaked pussy as she stood there dripping with sweat and juices was so exciting, she couldn’t stop imagining all the things she would do, if only she could break free and touch her double.

At last her hand was shortening the pause between each stroke, giving her the momentum towards her climax that she craved, her body shaking as pure pleasure embraced her. Her double was pressing her whole body against the glass now, smearing it with sweat as she watched avidly. Silvie was ready to cum so hard she was sure she would lose consciousness, but something was still keeping her teetering on the edge.

“I want more… more… more!” the voice came, the whisper feeling more like a scream. Suddenly Silvie’s free hand moved behind her, spreading her ass cheeks so her middle finger could penetrate her tight hole. The pleasure was so overwhelming that Silvie was in a state of pure bliss; her primal lust was in perfect balance with the ecstasy coming from her own beautiful body. She felt peace, a warm embrace of love coming from inside herself… that perfect moment before her orgasm. The muscles of her long legs started to tense, her toes curling, her flat tummy moving faster as her breathing raced. Her breasts bounced with each breath, juices flooding out of her.

“It’s coming, it’s coming… it’s here and it can’t be stopped!”

Her thighs clamped tight around her hand, fingers still rubbing her G-spot furiously. Her orgasm swept over her, and then it happened: a powerful jet of juice squirted from her pussy, soaking the books on her desk. Her legs spasmed, almost letting her fall, her toes curling uncontrollably in a warm puddle of her juices. Her finger moved out of her ass to rub her clit hard, more juices squirting out with each stroke. Thrills pulsed through her like an earthquake, the tremors showing no sign of fading. Her G-spot was getting sensitive now, almost making her want to stop… but no, something inside her was still demanding more! Her hands were moving with an unstoppable fury, making her moan so hard even the glass in the window was shaking.

“It’s coming again… it’s coming again!”

Now she was struggling to keep her balance like a tightrope walker over a volcano ready to erupt. She came even harder than the first time, juices squirting over the window like a waterfall as sweat cascaded down her body. She slid to the floor, sitting in a puddle of her own juice, muscles quivering as her orgasm slowly faded.

Her breath slowed, and as her rational mind resurfaced Silvie could finally feel the relief of the itch being scratched away. Her fingers massaged her G-spot more and more slowly, until the sensation dissipated and she slid her fingers out of her pussy. All that remained were the memories of the amazing experience, which her rational mind would have to carry without being able to explain them. Looking around the room, she could see the evidence of her pleasure everywhere – her books, the desk, the chair, the floor, and the window…

Yes, the window! But what had happened to her reflection? How was that possible?

As Silvie’s eyes reached the glass, her mind went silent again, like a frightened animal in front of a menacing predator. Her reflection was still on the glass, with her pussy juice falling in droplets over it, and the juice was slowly washing the reflection away as it smiled at her.

Now only one question was filling Silvie’s mind: would the itch come back 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 Itch, Episode One: Dripping

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Silvie Luca

Summer was still far away on the calendar, but the sun was burning like the hottest days of August. Concentrating on her studies and preparing for her upcoming exam was really hard for Silvie, even with the air conditioner running high and loud in her small room. She was at her desk, sitting on the wooden chair completely naked, sweating relentlessly as the sun gave her no mercy. She could feel every single droplet pouring out of her soft skin and slowly trickling down her body.

A small drop of hot sweat started behind her ear, growing bigger and heavier as it rolled down her neck, falling on her shoulder and giving her goosebumps. It reached her breast and fell all around her nipple, making it hard as a diamond. Hungrier for her amazing body, it descended her flat tummy, growing bigger while devouring smaller sweat drops like a predator hunting for both her wetness and her growing lust, teasing her bellybutton and then running straight down to its craved destination.

The sweat drop slowed down again when it reached the very tip of her incredibly wet and sweaty pussy, taking a small but intense pause and giving Silvie some strange distracting feelings, then crossed her clit vigorously, falling onto the chair.

Silvie’s concentration vanished at the same time as the hungry drop submerged in the puddle of sweat between her legs; thinking about it, it wasn’t only the heat. Something else was distracting her as that heavy drop of sweat teased and stimulated each single part of her naked body. More drops were still falling, accentuating her excitement while descending her long legs, forming another small puddle right on the floor below them. Something was pushing… touching… seducing her… from the inside! A strange sensation was slowly growing right in between her legs... an itch!

“Yes! An itch!”

At least that was the word used by her rational mind to justify what was happening in the moment: a familiar word to describe something unfamiliar, the useless struggle of the mind to justify everything, an illusion of control... a control she was about to lose, as something else much stronger and hungrier was coming from inside.

She was still trying to study, but without even realizing it, Silvie’s right hand moved down to her pussy to scratch that small itch and find some relief; but as her middle finger gently scrubbed and rubbed the very tip of her pussy lips, it didn’t abate. The itch was still there, calling for her fingers, teasing Silvie.

Suddenly the itch started to grow, stronger and harder, exponentially, making Silvie rub even harder at her excited, sweaty pussy. But the more she rubbed, the more the strange sensation grew. Silvie’s hand started to move around her pussy frantically, almost as if it were acting on its own, searching for that tormenting but pleasurable itch. She rubbed everywhere, from her pussy lips to between her beautiful ass cheeks.

“No, it isn’t there!”

Was her mind screaming to her in a desperate search for relief, or was it something else? Maybe it was the itch, playing a cruel hide and seek game with her as it grew like an unstoppable fire.

The more Silvie rubbed every single spot between her legs, the more she was sweating and wetting her whole naked body... and not only with sweat! Her breathing was getting heavier and faster. The relentless rubbing between her legs was making her incredibly horny, juices leaking out from her pussy, but still with no relief. The itch was making her mind succumb to her senses.

“It’s inside, it’s inside!” it was screaming. Who was screaming? Her own mind, or the itch? It was a question without value, as Silvie’s mind was on the verge of falling into an endless abyss, her hand acting like it was possessed by something else... something else that was growing harder and stronger inside her beautiful body, right in between her legs... deep inside her wet pussy!

Now clearly feeling the itch crawling and convulsing from deep inside her dripping pussy, Silvie’s right hand jumped straight for it; both her middle and ring finger sliding deep inside, with a copious stream of hot pussy juices lubricating their way in, and finally touching her hungry G-spot.

“Here you are!”

Her breathing suddenly became a deep moan of pure pleasure. As Silvie’s fingers started to massage her G-spot, finally the relief was coming! But... it was different, hard to explain... pleasure thrills were exploding at each stroke of her fingers inside herself, but the itch was still there!

The itch was getting stronger as she fucked herself. The deeper and harder her fingers were stimulating her G-spot, the more the itch was demanding her pleasure in an infinite loop of pure lust. Silvie was pushing her fingers harder, deeper and faster in and out of her pussy. Juices were flowing more and more after each stroke, spilling out onto the chair between her legs. Sweat was flowing down her body, giving it a beautiful glow as the sunlight embraced her. Her hair was soaked in sweat, dripping down her back to her amazing ass, which was getting tense from the physical thrills of pleasure. Her flat tummy was drenched in drops, some of them filling her bellybutton, and her breasts were covered in a shining and glowing ocean of sweat as her left hand was continuously playing with her hard nipples.

The finger fucking was getting even faster, harder and deeper, with her G-spot aggressively and continuously masturbated by the two fingers. Her whole body was accumulating pleasure like a volcano ready to erupt.

“More, I want more!” it was screaming louder inside her. The itch was now totally out of control. The urge for pleasure was doubled, tripled, quadrupled, making Silvie stand up, controlling her like a puppet. Juices were flowing out from her pussy like a stormy river now, gooey and thick, creamy juices covering her busy fingers.

A very small slice of her rational mind was still awake and watching, but it was falling silent to the unstoppable pleasure she was giving herself to satisfy that mysterious hungry itch. Without warning, her mind was given control of only a small part of Silvie: her beautiful eyes. They looked toward the window in front of her.

“She is watching you!” it was whispering.

Silvie observed her own reflection in the glass: they were both completely naked, dripping from head to toe in sweat and pussy juices, finger fucking in unison in a beautiful ballet of lust and pleasure. That image of pure lust was driving her out of control. It was both exciting and strangely kinky, masturbating without control at her own reflection while it was doing the same.

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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Menage a Trois

Erotic fiction by Frank, inspired by Milena D, Nika N and Emily Bloom

This follows on from a story posted on the MetArt blog on April 22, 2015, titled ‘More Than Friends,’ which featured Emily and Milena having some fun together after a photo shoot.

The story continues…

Milena was so excited to be shooting with Nika again for SexArt. In fact she was getting wet just thinking about it. Nika turned her on like crazy, with that hot little body and platinum blonde bombshell looks. Actually, Nika had such a high sex drive she was almost too much for Milena to handle; and it suddenly occurred to Milena that it might be fun to share! She had the feeling her special friend Emily would enjoy Nika’s company just as much.

Milena called Emily. “Hi, do you want to play?” she asked. Luckily Emily was free, so they arranged to meet after the shoot. Milena could swear she heard the hum of a toy on the other end of the phone as she rang off. Well, that was Emily!

The sexual tension between Milena and Nika was really buzzing throughout the shoot, and when she got a text from Emily to say she was waiting for them at the hotel, it was all she could do to restrain herself from pulling Nika down onto the floor to fuck her there and then. But she managed to concentrate, and by the time they finally finished shooting she knew they’d got some great shots. She invited Nika back to her hotel for a drink; Nika said yes at once, and Milena got the feeling she wasn’t the only one who was already wet with anticipation. So far Milena’s only sexual contact with Nika had been in front of the camera, but she was getting the unmistakable signals that the attraction was mutual.

They had a drink at the hotel bar. Milena was wondering the whole time how she should let Nika know what she had in mind. She was so confident when it came to men, but when it came to initiating sex with girls, she often felt rather shy. As it happened, Nika made the first move. Leaning in and kissing Milena on the lips, she said, “Why don’t we go up to your room and make ourselves more comfortable?” Milena was a little taken aback, but she didn’t hesitate for a second. She was practically vibrating with excitement as she took Nika’s hand and led her to her room.

As soon as they got inside, Milena’s shyness disappeared. She was just too turned on to hold back for another second. She kissed Nika passionately and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Nika lay back on the bed with an inviting smile, parting her thighs. Milena didn’t need to be asked twice. Tugging Nika’s panties aside, she ran a finger along the smooth groove of her pussy, finding it was dripping wet. To her delight, Nika arched her hips up off the bed and moaned, “Oh yes!” A second later, Milena had Nika’s panties off altogether and was eating her pussy skilfully, her talented tongue finding the sweet spot and teasing it until Nika was shaking with what she hoped was only the first of many climaxes.

As Nika caught her breath, Milena asked her, “Do you remember your first girl-girl shoot for SexArt with me?” Nika nodded. “And do you remember the photoset I did with another girl – the one you said turned you on so much you wished you’d been there?”

“Yes of course, it was with your friend Emily – she’s so damn sexy!” replied Nika. “Why do you ask?”

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Milena smiled at the look of surprise on Nika’s face as she went to answer it. In walked Emily, looking incredible in a skimpy dress and high heels, and carrying a big bag.

“Menage a trois?” Milena asked Nika, raising an eyebrow.

“Menage a trois… oh, yes please!” giggled Nika, scarcely able to believe the turn her evening had taken.

Emily reached into the bag and pulled out two big double-ended dildos, asking, “Who’s first?”

“Me!” yelled Milena and Nika in unison. But as it turned out, Emily didn’t play favorites; she had them lie side by side, sliding one of the toys into Nika’s juiced-up pussy and then pushing up Milena’s skirt, peeling off her panties and thrusting the second one into her equally wet hole. The pair kissed voraciously as Emily fucked them both simultaneously, keeping them both hovering exquisitely on the verge of orgasm without letting them quite reach their peak of pleasure.

When Milena felt she would go crazy if she wasn’t allowed to cum, Emily moved Nika into a 69 position on top of her, letting each take control of the dildo in the other’s pussy. Turned on as they were, they immediately started fucking each other hard and fast, pussy juice trickling over their hands as they both gasped and shook their way to an uncontrollable climax. 

Emily didn’t let them rest for a second, but moved them both onto their knees, ass-to-ass, joining them together with one of the big double-enders. She rubbed and stroked them, and pinched their nipples, as they thrust back against each other, quickly building to a rhythm that had them cumming once again. When Nika collapsed down onto the bed, Emily spun her over, the dildo still inserted, and straddled her face to get licked. Milena had no idea Emily could be so dominant, but it excited her so much she could feel that telltale throb start up deep inside and she knew another orgasm would soon sweep over her.

Over the course of the next couple of hours, the trio licked, sucked, spanked, rode and fucked each other until they were all utterly satiated and totally exhausted. Who came the most is still hotly debated in their sisterhood, but it scarcely seemed to matter. Milena hadn’t even realized it was possible to orgasm so much in one night, and she knew the phrase “menage a trois” would always make her smile.

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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The Morning After…

Erotic fiction by Frank, inspired by Mango, Amarna Miller, Tracy Lindsay and Ariel Rebel

This follows on from the last episode posted on August 13, titled ‘Good Vibrations.’ The story so far: our gorgeous models met up for a SexArt location shoot. Mango and Amarna Miller enjoyed some kinky fun, before Mango left Amarna to the mercy of a studly taxi driver who had picked them up. Meanwhile Tracy Lindsay and Ariel Rebel were left to get to know one another better, with the aid of a prototype sex toy.

The story continues…

When Mango awoke she realized that she did not have anything planned until much later when the next formal meeting was scheduled for the cast. She called the other models and they agreed to meet for a late breakfast, then maybe they all could go to the beach. There had to be a nude one somewhere close? 

The girls met in the lobby, all of them looking fresh and beautiful despite the busy night they had enjoyed. Mango was looking forward to some girl talk; she wanted to hear all about their adventures after she had left them. They went into the hotel dining room and Amarna lit up as she spotted two men sitting at a nearby table. She introduced everyone; they were Franck Franco and Juan Lucho, two Spanish models she knew well. As the other three girls did not shoot boy-girl movies, they listened, fascinated, as Amarna told them about her experiences.

“But how do they compare to Jorge?” Mango asked. This got everyone’s attention. Amarna blushed as Mango told the others about the previous night’s encounter with their well-hung new friend. Then they made Amarna share all the details.

“That sounds pretty amazing,” Ariel giggled. “But I may have one that even you can’t handle!” Mango and Amarna listened and laughed as Tracy and Ariel described the fun they’d had with the prototype sex toys the previous night. By the time Tracy had told them about how she had teased and tormented Ariel, and then blown her mind, they were all wriggling in their seats. Forget going to the beach; they headed straight to Ariel’s room to investigate this interesting new contraption.

They examined each attachment, and to Mango’s delight there was one for anal stimulation. And yes, there was one that Amarna said was even bigger than Jorge’s cock! Like college girls at a sleepover, they giggled and teased each other until Tracy decided that she and Ariel would control the devices while the other two rode. She didn’t disclose what the red button did, though! While their subjects were undressing, Tracy whispered a challenge to Ariel – the winner would be the first to give her ‘victim’ an orgasm so hard she had to give up and pull off!

They set the sex toys up facing each other, and Mango and Amarna straddled one each, sinking down onto the probes they had selected. Mango had a probe in her ass as well as one in her pussy, and it took Tracy a couple of minutes to get both working in a pleasing rhythm, giving Ariel a slight advantage with Amarna. The vibrations felt incredible, and Amarna was already shaking and rocking by the time Mango started to tremble. But when Tracy used the controller to increase the size of the anal probe, Mango let out a low moan of pleasure and then started bucking her hips wildly as the sensations drove her crazy. Tracy could see Amarna was already building to a climax, so she let Mango have it with the red button on the probe in her pussy. Mango screamed with delight but stayed firmly planted on the toy as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Ariel responded by giving Amarna two quick tastes of the red button, but Amarna just gasped and bit her lip, seeming to push down harder. Tracy noticed Ariel had her hand between her legs, rubbing herself, and guessed that she was having trouble concentrating on their competition. She told Mango to lean forward, upped the vibration, and tapped the red button three times. Mango yelled and almost flew off the front of the contraption, knocking Amana off hers too. It was close, but Tracy had won. The units were still vibrating as Mango and Amarna lay in a heap on the floor, gasping and giggling.

Ariel helped them up while Tracy fixed them all a drink, smiling victoriously. When she confessed to her game, Amarna said she thought they were all winners! The conversation turned again to Jorge, and Mango related how they had met him, and more importantly, what she had done to Amarna before he arrived. It was a switch from her usual more submissive role, and one they all found very intriguing. They decided to see if the cab company would send Jorge to take them all to their meeting that afternoon. But first they all needed a nap...

To be continued…

Many thanks to our member, Frank, for writing this exciting 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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Good Vibrations

Erotic fiction by Frank, inspired by Tracy Lindsay and Ariel Rebel

This follows on from the last episode posted on July 28, titled ‘Colossal Pleasure.’ The story so far: our gorgeous models met up for a SexArt location shoot. While Mango and Amarna Miller enjoyed some kinky fun, Tracy Lindsay and Ariel Rebel were left to get to know one another better.

The story continues…

Tracy and Ariel had never met before, but they felt comfortable with each other immediately. Well, maybe a little more than comfortable… as their scriptwriter Rose left them to enjoy each other’s company, she had already noticed a certain spark between them. Both girls had pushed the boundaries in their movies for SexArt, and shared an unconventional and somewhat daring outlook that instantly attracted them to each other. The flirtatious sparkle between them increased as they speculated about what would be in store for them on this shoot – Rose still wasn’t telling, although she had said it was important that they all spoke such good English.

Rose had arranged for them all to have dinner together, and when they went inside to change, Ariel had a message from the front desk to say there was a package for her; she had it sent up to her room. She took a quick peep at the intriguing contents, and smiled as she imagined telling Tracy about it.

The dinner was fantastic. Mango was there, but seemed a little sleepy and distracted, while Amarna, it seemed, was ‘otherwise engaged.’ No doubt there was a story to tell there! Ariel and Tracy only had eyes for each other, and when they returned to their hotel, Ariel invited her new friend to help her investigate the package.

Tracy took a look inside, and giggled with lustful surprise. It was a matching pair of… sex contraptions! She had seen something similar before, but nothing so complex. It was a kind of seat, with a huge dildo sticking up from the middle of it, and a controller that promised all kinds of naughty fun. Ariel explained that one of her friends had designed it, and wanted her to test the prototype.

“I could use a second opinion though,” she added with a smile that made Tracy quiver with anticipation. They sat very close to each other as they investigated the controller, discovering to their amazement that not only did the dildo attachment vibrate, but it also expanded in girth, and increased in length! It even had a memory function. They looked at each other with eyes wide, imagining how it would feel to ride it. 

“It’s your toy, you should go first,” Tracy said. “But I get the controller.”

“Okay, but then you have to record it,” Ariel laughed. “Because whatever you do to me, I’m going to do exactly the same to you next.”

Tracy felt herself getting really wet as she watched Ariel use the little tube of lube to get the toy slippery, then stand and slip off her panties with no trace of shyness. When she took her dress off too, it took all Tracy’s self-control not to grab her for a kiss.

“Now, wait until it’s right inside me before starting it up,” Ariel giggled, as she squatted over the toy and slowly lowered herself down on it. Watching the big probe spread Ariel’s tight pussy open and thrust inside it was almost unbearably exciting. Tracy did her best to concentrate, listening to the low throb as she turned the toy on and it started to vibrate.

Ariel’s giggly high spirits soon turned to genuine arousal as the probe did its work. She rocked her hips, riding the sensations until it hit the perfect spot and she started to tremble with pleasure. Tracy tried the little joystick that made the probe move around, enjoying Ariel’s squeals of delight as each movement made her shake harder. She turned the vibration up until Ariel was moaning involuntarily, then expanded the girth and length, little by little, until the sexy redhead was gasping and crying out as it filled her like the biggest cock she’d ever imagined.

Ariel started riding it like it was a real cock, raising and lowering her ass as she slid up and down on it. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in pleasure, chasing her orgasm. Tracy watched her, fascinated and very turned on. She realized she was dripping wet, and slid her free hand into her panties to touch herself.

“I wonder what the red button does?” she mused. Ariel didn’t reply, she was beyond the point where she could speak coherently, so Tracy tapped the button anyway. With a gasp, Ariel reared up so high she almost slid right off the probe, her eyes flying open.

“Oh, it’s huge!” she gasped. “It just got massive!” Tracy realized the button made the dildo grow to full length instantly – a real thrust effect! “Do it again!” Ariel giggled, settling herself back down on the toy.  

Now Tracy had figured out how to control the toy, she used her expert knowledge of the female body to drive Ariel crazy. She brought her to the brink of orgasm over and over again, then eased off, each peak more exquisitely frustrating than the next. It felt almost like a video game as she watched Ariel’s response to each move she made. When she knew Ariel’s climax was going to be the most raw, powerful, earth-shattering one she’d ever experienced, she finally hit the red button again, sending her over the edge.

It took a while for Ariel to recover from her orgasm enough to speak. When she was finally able, she smiled as she said two simple words: “You’re next…!”

To be continued…

Many thanks to our member, Frank, for writing this exciting story (and for giving me a cameo role!). 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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Colossal Pleasure

Erotic fiction by Frank, inspired by Mango and Amarna Miller.

This follows on from the first episode posted on May 28, titled ‘Power Play.’ The story so far: Mango and Amarna met on a SexArt location shoot and felt an immediate attraction to one another. After a trip to the store for sex toys, Mango restrained Amarna on the bed for a taste of intensely pleasurable domination.

The story continues…

Amarna was still sleeping when the phone rang. Mango grabbed it before it woke her. It was the front desk.

“A young man named Jorge is asking for you. Should we send him up?” Jorge was the cute driver who had taken them to the sex store earlier that night. She hadn’t been sure if he would have the nerve to accept her invitation.

“Yes, please do, and could you send up a pitcher of sangria with him?” That gave her enough time to dress and wash the evidence of her feasting on Amarna from her face before Jorge knocked at the door. No longer dressed in his uniform, he looked even more studly. Mango ushered him into the living room of the suite, explaining that Amarna was sleeping, and they had some sangria as they chatted. He told her he was at university studying law, and the driver gig was just a summer job. As he started to relax and lose his initial shyness, she took a deep breath and revealed why she and Amarna were in town. Although he looked shocked, he was clearly excited by the idea too.

“I’m meeting our scriptwriter, Rose, for dinner, but I thought you might like to get to know Amarna a little better?” Mango suggested. He nodded eagerly, and she poured him some more sangria and led him into the bedroom. Amarna had been woken by the sound of them talking. Mango had covered her with a sheet, but she was still strapped to the bed. Jorge’s eyes widened with surprise, but Mango noticed the bulge at his crotch swelling. Smiling to herself, she undid the straps restraining Amarna’s wrists and ankles.

“Darling, I have to go meet Rose now, but I thought you might like to have some fun with our new friend?” she asked. Amarna flushed bright red, but she smiled. Mango had read her mood perfectly. “Okay, I’m going to have a quick shower, and I’ll check on you in a few minutes…”

By the time Mango had dressed for dinner and returned to the living room, Amarna had put on a silk robe, Jorge had poured her some sangria, and they were having what looked like an intimate conversation, all murmuring and flirtatious looks. She raised an eyebrow questioningly, and Amarna nodded and smiled. Satisfied that her friend was happy with the way the evening was shaping up, Mango told them to have fun, and headed out.

Left alone, Amarna and Jorge began to kiss. He was eager at first, but then seemed to draw back, a little hesitant. There was something about Amarna that made her easy to confide in, and haltingly, a little embarrassed, he told her what was bothering him. He had no problem getting girls to date him, but he had a lot of disappointments when it came to sex. Amarna was intrigued, and pushed him to open up further. He told her his big issue was… a BIG penis. Most girls freaked out when they saw what he was packing.

Amarna smiled as she said she was pretty sure she could handle it. Jorge relaxed then, and as they started kissing even more passionately, she slid her hand to his crotch and was excited to feel the monster in his pants stirring. As she unzipped him, she resolved not to express any surprise; but couldn’t suppress a gasp when she saw it. “Oh my!” she whispered, awe-struck.

Jorge turned red again, and made to pull away, but Amarna stopped him by letting her robe fall open to show her beautiful alabaster skin. She took hold of his cock with both hands as it reached enormous stiffness, measuring the girth with her delicate little fingers. A stroke and a squeeze, and he was utterly under her spell. She could feel his eyes glued to the undulations of her fantastic rump as she led him back to the bedroom.

Reaching for the bottle of lotion on the bedside stand, she began to stroke it over his cock, until it was slippery and shiny. To her amazement she realized it had not even been fully hard until now. Under her soft, warm touch, it just grew and grew. She kissed and licked the head, and sucked as deep as she could, but there was no way she could get much of it in her mouth.

Wet as she still was from Mango’s earlier attention and her current arousal, she wondered if that huge cock would really fit in her tight pussy. She straddled Jorge’s face in a sixty-nine so he could lick her and get her sweet folds spread open. She licked him and jacked him with her lotion-slick hands as he lapped at her hot slit. He didn’t have Mango’s expertise, but he had skills of his own when it came to eating pussy, she discovered.

When she was so wet she could feel juice trickling down her thighs, she turned around, straddled his crotch, and very, very slowly lowered herself onto him. The head alone stretched her to her limit. She took a deep breath and inched her way down. As the stretching, throbbing sensation began to feel really good, she dropped with all her weight, and let the massive shaft fill her all the way up. She leaned forward and kissed him, rocking her hips slowly at first, and then gaining momentum as her pleasure grew.

It felt incredible for them both, and Jorge grabbed her hips and began to guide her pace, but like a true gentleman did not try to thrust upwards. Full as she was, his whole shaft was still not inside her. Her snug pussy walls squeezed him spasmodically, pulses of intense pleasure firing through her whole body. Sweat trickled down between her beautiful breasts. Heat radiated from the hot shaft penetrating her core, and she realized she was going to cum…Riding faster and harder, she reached behind her to squeeze his balls. As he tightened his grip on her hips, she felt him expand even more inside her and for the first time thrust up into her as he came with a cry of pleasure. The feel of the hot blasts inside her triggered her own orgasm, one of the most intense she had ever experienced.

As they caught their breath, Amarna asked, “Have you ever considered our profession?”

Jorge laughed and replied, “I don’t think lawyer and porn star is a very good mix!"

It’s our profession’s loss, Amarna thought as he left, much later. She had just started to doze again when Mango returned, demanding details…

To be continued…

Many thanks to our member, Frank, for writing this exciting story (and for giving me a cameo role!). 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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Power Play

Erotic fiction by Frank, inspired by Mango and Amarna Miller

Mango was running a little late when she arrived at her hotel. A note at reception requested for her to meet Rose poolside, so she quickly changed into a bikini and a cute wrap, and went down to the pool. The maître d'hôtel led her to a table at the poolside restaurant, where Rose was sitting with some models she recognized. Her reputation as a nudist obviously preceded her, as the girls teased her, asking if she was planning to take her bikini off for some skinny-dipping. With the ice broken, they sat and chatted over drinks. Rose spoke to each of them individually, telling them SexArt was working on a new project, but she didn’t tell them exactly what it was to be. Then she left them to enjoy the sun and the pool.

Mango felt especially drawn to Amarna Miller, and despite their language difference they were soon talking intimately. Amarna was curious to know what Rose had asked Mango.

“She wanted to know why I hadn’t done any boy-girl shoots, and whether I would consider it,” Mango told her. “And then she asked me, how about anal? I told her I like it, but do you remember how much fuss there was when I played with my ass in my ‘Girls Love Sex’ episode?”

“My questions were a little different,” Amarna told her. “She asked me if, in real life, I preferred being a dom or a sub. I know I blushed when I admitted preferring to be submissive. And then she asked me if I thought I could write dialog – how strange!”

“So you are a sub? That’s interesting…” Mango smiled. “I like to be submissive in movies sometimes, but in real life I’m a true dom. Wanna play?”

“Yes, mistress!” Amarna replied, looking down and blushing even harder.

Mango took Amarna’s hand and led her through the lobby, telling her they needed to go to buy some toys. The doorman summoned a cab and she asked the cute driver if he knew a suitable store. Turning red, he admitted he did, and offered to wait while they did their shopping.

Mango chose a good assortment of restraints. “Are you loud when you cum?” she asked Amarna. When Amarna nodded, she plucked a ball gag from the display. “Maybe I should bring you out of here with a collar and leash on?” she murmured. Amarna turned even paler. Mango chose to use the handcuffs instead, helping Amarna into the back seat of the cab and then exposing her breasts and fondling them as they made their way back to the hotel. The driver glanced at the mirror repeatedly, but said nothing.

As they reached the hotel, Mango whispered, “I’m going to slip the driver a note and invite him to come over when he gets off tonight. Shall I tell him he can play with my slave if he does?” Amarna was speechless. Her mind was in overload. She avoided eye contact with everyone as Mango led her through the lobby, wondering what the hell she had got herself into. She felt nervous, but also very excited. She was already dripping wet as they entered Mango’s room.

Mango went to the phone and placed an order with room service, leaving Amarna just standing there, trembling. Then she positioned the restraint straps on the bed, undressed Amarna – being careful not to touch her sensitive skin more than necessary – and strapped her to the bed. There was a knock on the door and Mango took the drinks from room service, letting the door open just enough that the server got a glimpse of her naked captive.

When he left, Mango went to her suitcase and produced a huge vibrating wand. “I don’t consider this a toy, it’s a necessity!” she said. Now Amarna understood why she would need the ball gag. But Mango just put the toy on the nightstand, saying, “Later!” She undressed slowly, and Amarna felt herself getting even wetter at the sight of her companion's beautiful body.

Mango held up the bottle she had ordered from room service. “This is Kahlua, a coffee liqueur, very sticky. It will tingle.” She moved between Amarna’s spread legs. “I know you love to eat pussy, but I’m going to teach you how to do it even better.” She poured a stream of liquid onto Amarna’s mons Venus, letting it run over her lips and on down. “My job is to get every last drop and lick you clean.”

Amarna squirmed and pulled at her restraints. Mango was right; the sensations were intense. It felt hot, tingling and teasing. She had never felt so aroused. As Mango began to lick her, the pressure built and built. Looking down, she could see her abdomen ripple, but it was obvious Mango did not intend to let her orgasm yet. Her whole body was shaking involuntarily, but her release escaped her. Mango licked every inch of her pussy, and even tongued her asshole, but every time she was about to climax, her tormentor would ease off until the sensations subsided a little.  

Amarna realized she was moaning, “Please, please, let me cum!” but to no avail. At last Mango kissed Amarna, slid the ball gag between her lips and secured it. Only then did she reach for the vibrator, turn it on high, and with a wicked smile, applied it directly to Amarna’s clit. The effect was instantaneous. Armana started to cum like crazy, harder than ever before in her life. She screamed into the ball gag, writhing and pulling against her restraints, until it seemed she would almost faint from the relentless onslaught of ecstasy.

To be continued…

Many thanks to our member, Frank, for writing this exciting story (and for giving me a cameo role!). 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 Road Goes On II: Travel Diary

The following is a short story prelude to Alis Locanta’s beautiful film about travel romance, ‘The Road Goes On: Vol. 2,’ released 14th Feb, 2015. It is told from the first person perspective of Silvie Luca, as we gain insight into her personality, her adventures and her relationship with Agatha leading up the events of the film. 

After consulting with and receiving permission from Alis to complete this title, I studied the following material to help generate a story that would be true to the feel of Alis’ film and its actresses, while also extending and (hopefully) enriching it. 

To guide the development of this story I looked to:

  • Girls Love Sex: Dreams – for insight into Silvie’s personality, language and mannerisms (I would strongly recommend watching at least the first eight minutes of this film before reading this piece, I’m 110% certain you’ll find the read all the more interesting if you do!)
  • Hangover – for insight into Agatha’s personality
  • Websites – relating to travel in Spain, and particularly Barcelona

I hope you will enjoy the story, and more than anything I hope that you feel:

  • I’ve found Silvie’s voice!
  • Upon (re)-watching TRGO(2) afterwards, that I’ve done justice to Alis’ film and perhaps even added a further layer to it

Your thoughts and feedback after reading would be very welcome, and immensely appreciated! This is my first-ever short story, so please let me know what you liked, didn’t like, how I could have improved it, etc., and if you want to see more of this type of thing in the future. It would honestly make my day! :)

So… here it is, in PDF format :)  The Road Goes On II - PDF Download

 

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Erotic fiction for SexArt?

Is erotic fiction something you’d enjoy reading here? I’m not talking ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ (seriously… give me some credit). I mean fiction inspired by the beautiful girls we feature. Or maybe even fiction written by YOU?

The movies and photosets at SexArt give me all the visual stimulation I could ever dream of, but as a writer, I love the magic that words create just as much. If you’ve ever read classic novelists such as Anaïs Ninn, you’ll know it doesn’t need to be explicit to be erotic – not that I mind a little explicitness sometimes!

Erotic fiction is a very satisfying form of self-expression, and can be an exciting way to live out fantasies that you don't quite dare to try in real life. I thought I’d experiment with a little fiction writing myself. It’s the first time I've ever tried something like this, and it turned out to be quite... fulfilling!

You can read my first three stories at http://blog.met-art.com/erotic-fiction/meadow-tribute-genevieve/ and http://blog.met-art.com/erotic-fiction/staircase-tribute-sabrisse/ and http://www.thelifeerotic.com/blog/20150326/Caravan_of_Love/ - here’s a little taster:

“Turning onto your knees, your face buried in the warm blanket, you feel the full force of the sun bless your upturned pussy as your expose yourself to its bright gaze...” (inspired by Genevieve, MetArt).

“Your fingers brush downwards, grazing the fluffy line of hair that leads to those delicate pink folds. I inch closer, breathing more heavily, all my willpower focused on restraining the urge to reach out…” (inspired by Sabrisse, MetArt)

“My hand seeks the pulsing source of my energy. And that’s it; all sense of control is lost as I plunge three fingers into my slippery slot, my thumb rubbing frantically on my clit. Almost immediately I feel a gush of wetness…” (inspired by Saju, The Life Erotic)

What do you think – would you enjoy reading erotica inspired by your favorite SexArt girls? Let me know! And if you’d like to contribute your own stories, you can send them to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don’t promise to post them in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

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