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

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

TEASE ME.

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

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

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

START SLOW.

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

LICK THE CLIT.

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

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

FINGERS ARE YOUR FRIEND.

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

MAKE HER CUM.

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

 

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A date with my therapist

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have been doing some writing lately.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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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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The transformative power of touch

In SexArt director Andrej Lupin’s stimulating massage movie “Ecstasy,” Tyler Nixon transports voluptuous Nekane into a world of unfettered ecstasy, in part through the expert use of his hands. Lupin’s vision perfectly illustrates the overwhelming sensations that can be generated through the power of touch. He’s not alone in recognizing this notion; art historian and museum educator Georgia Krantz is currently employing the power of touch as a new way of ‘seeing’ art.

Krantz is the creator of the “Mind’s Eye” tours at New York’s Guggenheim – a series of sensory experience workshops for museumgoers who are blind or have impaired vision. She takes a multisensory approach to the art experience, incorporating the use of touch and smell to elicit the same, or at least similar emotions to those of sighted viewers.

“We see through our brains, not our eyes,” says Krantz. “The eye is just one of the channels through which sensory information is passed to the brain for processing.”

Krantz’s theory is supported by scientific findings that reveal human senses interact in a number of brain areas previously considered vision-specific; so effectively, the sense of touch can stimulate neurons normally reserved for sighted individuals. With the right tools, neuroscientists believe that blind museumgoers can be moved by visual art just like anyone else – that the essence of painted or sculpted art isn’t vision, but the meaningful connection created between artist and audience.

When posed with the task of interpreting contemporary artist Jeff Koons’ “Play-Doh” – a ten foot high, neon-colored mound of aluminum sculpted to resemble the popular, pliable modeling material – when it was on display at the Whitney Museum’s 2014 retrospective, Krantz handed out actual Play-Doh to blind visitors and asked them to squeeze and smell it. To get across the artwork’s ‘visual deceit,’ she then presented them with a sample of the metal used in its construction, and walked the visitors around the sculpture to give them a sense of its enormity.

Regarding artworks of an erotic nature, one of Krantz’s colleagues once used a silicone breast implant to translate Salvador Dali’s Surrealist art style. Because silicone gel mimics the feel of human fat so well, it proved extremely effective in conveying the way that Dali painted the bizarre melting and morphing bodies he’s most famous for.

Here’s hoping that one day Krantz might apply her technique to such artworks as Jeff Koons’ controversial and provocative “Made in Heaven” series. A modern day play on Adam and Eve, it features sculptures and photographs of Koons and his future bride Ilona Staller (better known as Italian porn star Cicciolina) in no-holes barred sexual scenarios.

Ultimately, there’s a great irony to Krantz’s wonderful approach to art appreciation. She and her colleagues question whether or not museums should quit striving to be quiet, odourless environments full of ‘Do not Touch’ signs, in favor of providing everyone, sighted or not, with better ways to engage with the art.

Whether you’re an art lover or not, I’d strongly recommend you watch “Ecstasy.” You can’t fail to be moved by what it says about the power of intimate touch.

About the author:

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

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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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Exhibition: homemade erotic art at the Kinsey Institute

Private Eyes: Selected Artwork from the Kinsey Institute Collection is an informative and at times highly amusing exhibition of unique, homemade erotic artefacts archived by Dr. Alfred Charles Kinsey, the controversial biologist and researcher. Kinsey is regarded as the father of the sexual revolution, and has influenced social and cultural values worldwide.

The show features drawings, paintings and sculptures that portray the behind-closed-doors desires of anonymous individuals during one of the most conservative eras in American history. This is the first time these eye-opening and wholly personal artworks have been put on public display.

In the late 1930s and ’40s Dr. Kinsey caused controversy by collecting thousands of individual testimonies about sexual experiences and fantasies. It has also been reported that he took things further, including the observation and participation in performed sex acts. His ultimate objective: to broaden the scope of knowledge regarding sexual identity, proclivity and convention. Within three years of starting the project, Kinsey had compiled over 2,000 case histories, and by 1947 had founded the Institute for Sex Research in Indiana.

When Kinsey decided to create an archive of objects relating to sexuality, donations flew in from all over the world. The pieces in Private Eyes: Selected Artwork from the Kinsey Institute Collection come from the Kinsey Institute’s collection of over 100,000 items.

The exhibition is a predominantly tame – though nonetheless intriguing – look at archival erotica, featuring such things as a naively rendered triptych of drawings showing a man undergoing transvestite transformation. However there are moments when things get remarkably hot, such as a diagram titled A Guide to the Administration of a Cane, which illustrates the areas of maximum erotic effectiveness when caning a woman’s naked ass. There are also a few images on display that are shocking even by today’s standards – such as a rudimentary pencil drawing of a man who thinks he’s having sex with a woman atop a donkey, when he’s actually penetrating the beast.

Private Eyes is on view at Intuit: The Center for Intuitive and Outsider Art in Chicago until October 2. Find out more at http://www.art.org

 

About the author:

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

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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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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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Lounge Act, episode one

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux, inspired by Jasmin B and Sylvia Lauren

The three of us sit down and look at our menus. “Mmm… I feel like cake,” I say, and everyone laughs.

I’m with my good friend Sarah and she’s brought along someone from her yoga class. “Mimi, this is Charlotte,” she had said to me in the car.

“Just call me Charlie. Everyone does,” she had interjected, playing with her shoulder length blonde hair. My eyes were drawn to her straight away. Drop dead gorgeous. Blue eyes, full breasts presented in a tight black dress. Her red lipstick accentuated her luscious lips. Now we were having dinner at a restaurant in the city.

“Do you like sweets, Mimi?” Charlie asks.

“Oh yes,” Sarah laughs, “she loves to have her cake and to eat it too!”

Charlie looks at me smiling, her pretty blue eyes sparkling. “Do you, now?” she says. “Oh Mimi, check out the chef, he’s really cute.” Sarah watches me, knowing I’m gay. I turn to look, now interested to see what he looks like.

“Oh look, he’s coming over!” Charlie says. A tall guy with shaggy light brown hair walks over.

“Hi Ben,” Charlie says, “this is Mimi. She’s cute, don’t you think?” Ben looks at me grinning. His tanned arms are brown and muscular, and he has a three-day stubble growth.

“Well hello there, dear Mimi,” he says, and bows. We all laugh and off he goes back to the kitchen.

“See Mimi, I told you,” says Charlie, still smiling. I watch her sensuous lips, wondering if she fucks women. ‘Stop it!’ I think to myself. Ben is half her age but she doesn’t seem to mind. I like her a lot.

After dinner, we drop Sarah off in the cab and keep going. “Oh, I’m just up here,” I say leaning over to the cab driver.

Charlie puts a hand on my leg. She says, “Mimi, don’t you want to come to my place for a nightcap?” I hesitate. My heart starts to race and sweat breaks out on my hands. I tell the driver to keep going. At Charlie’s place, she pours us both a stiff drink, dancing around the bar. I stare at her body, particularly her toned legs. ‘What if…?’ I think. The living room is a mix of art deco and hippy furnishings. I sit on a cushion on the floor. Charlie sits on the couch close by. I take a sip of my vodka. It’s refreshing and cold. She leans over and touches my hair.

“I love your hair,” she says huskily. She strokes it and massages my head with one hand. My heart is beating out of my chest. My breath quickens. She strokes my hair away from my face and placing her drink down, leans in and kisses my cheek. She slides off the couch and sits close to me. She takes my head in her hands and places her soft lips on mine. I’m hesitant. There’s something about Charlie I’m not sure about. I know she’s fifty and I've always loved older women but it’s like she’s hiding something from me.

She looks at me. “Oh I’m sorry. I thought...” She looks despondent. I hold her head in my hands and kiss her, taking her tongue in my mouth, and suddenly I’m all-consumed by her. She’s on top of me, kissing me passionately. I kiss her back, biting her lower lip, and our tongues flick at each other. I hold her tight and kiss her neck. She groans and kisses my ear before biting it, then kisses my neck all the way down to my breasts. I quickly take my top off, throwing it aside. I begin to undress her, removing her black dress to reveal her sexy lacy panties and bra.

I take her panties off and pull down the straps of her bra. Her breasts are firm and full, the nipples pink. She pushes me down and kisses my breasts, licking around them and sucking on the nipples. She pulls off my skirt and panties. My hands are in her hair as I’m looking down at her. ‘How many erogenous zones do we have?’ I think in a stupor. She licks down to my stomach, then back up again. I quiver under her lips. Waves of fire swell in my body. My face is flushed and I feel sweat on my forehead. My clit is engorged and ready to explode. I want to touch it but wait for Charlie. She’s still kissing my stomach.

I grab her ass and pull her down on top of me forcefully, so our pussies are touching. My clit has rubbed on her silky thigh and is throbbing with desire. A mountain of rocks falls on my head when she grinds her pussy on mine. I buck my hips up and start sliding up and down her leg. My pussy is wet and I can feel Charlie's cum cream on her leg. I’m so hot for her. I grab her face and push my tongue deep into her mouth. Our mouths are locked together in a tongue battle. I rub myself up and down, then find her pussy with mine.

“Oh!” I shriek and my head goes back and I hold her as tight as I can. She’s grinding down on me, my clit ready to explode. I take her hips and buck up and down, up and down. My head rolls from side to side. I’m moaning and gasping, my mouth open, screaming strange noises. “Ah, ah ah aargh!” My back arches, my pussy hits hard on hers for ten seconds, grinding into hers, and I cum, screaming out, shrieking, holding her head like a lion its prey.

My eyes are closed as I catch my breath, lying on the floor soaked in cum juice and sweat. She moves down my body and licks and bites my thighs. “Oh!” I groan, my hands still glued to her head. She licks around my pussy, biting. I feel my clit on heat again as waves of desire fill my body. My belly is on fire. She licks softly. I moan and cry out a little. She licks my pussy lips, which are drenched in cum juice. She places one finger in me slowly. I moan as the walls of my tunnel are filled with pleasure. She goes in and out slowly, teasing me. She adds another finger.

I spread my legs out and lift them up to feel the full force of this beautiful sensation. She gets faster and I move to the rhythm. She reaches up and grabs my breast and pumps me to the hilt, hitting my G-spot forcefully. I cry out like a cat in the night. Her fingers move quickly, in out, in out, touching the G-spot every time. Her lips are back on my clit licking softly. I move my hips. I bring one leg down and buck to the movement. Each time she’s deep inside I scream out. She puts another finger inside me, and thrusts deeply. I feel all the cum juice in my pussy swelling up and ready to erupt. My legs start to tremble and I quiver all over. I squirm. My chest is hot and soaked in sweat. My belly is Mount Vesuvius ready to burst.

I thrust my groin up in the air, her fingers on my G-spot, her tongue lapping at my clit, and I cum hard, my juice spurting out of me like a hose. My body twists and turns as my creamy cum flows out of me onto the carpet and in Charlie’s face. She sucks on my lips of love like a vampire, licking every drop from top to bottom. Then she rolls me over. She lifts my ass into the air and sticks her tongue in my asshole. “Ahh!” I yell, my body still recovering from the intensity of my orgasm. It feels exquisite. It is just me and her now, nothing else exists. We are totally ensconced in a wave of passionate heat. She licks up and down my crack, my cum juice still there as her expert tongue sucks and laps up the cream. She slaps my ass and grabs me by the hips. She kisses my back up to my ears. I’m tingling all over, my nerve ends have been electrocuted, I slump down shattered.

I turn my head and close my eyes. Tears emerge. She lies down next to me and holds me close. She puts her head up close to mine and I search for a kiss. We kiss and she gently licks the tears from my eyes, stroking my hair and wrapping her legs around me. We lie there quietly, listening to the sound of our breath. I fall asleep.

To be continued…

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 Switch, Episode Four: Revealing

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Ava Courcelles and Tracy Lindsay

This is a continuation from episode three, which was posted on this blog on March 9th 2016. The story so far: 

Ava is at the gym. The lights go out while she is watching Tracy Lindsay shower, and Ava becomes enthralled by a mysterious woman who seems to take control of her mind and body, teasing her towards an orgasm but not letting her succumb to it. Ava finally cums, squirting all over Tracy, and turning her on. The room begins to disintegrate around them as Ava eats Tracy to an intense orgasm and then Tracy does the same for her…

The story continues…

Water was still pouring from the walls as the lights blinked again. Ava and Tracy moved to their knees facing each other, kissing and pressing their soft breasts together, both dripping with sweat and pussy juice. Their hands moved lower, caressing one another’s strong thighs, their kisses growing deeper.

The lights blinked again as they entwined their legs, their hot, juicy pussies pushing against each other, clits hard in an ocean of liquid lust. They began to trib, slow and steady at first but with increasing speed and intensity, each craving the other’s climax and savoring the incredible sensation of their pussies being in contact like two kissing mouths. They went harder and harder, never breaking the contact, almost as if they were one being, their juices mingling.

They gazed into each other’s eyes, the crystal sky in Ava’s and mother Earth in Tracy’s… fascinating and seductive darkness in Ava’s black hair, and the warm, embracing sunshine in Tracy’s golden locks… they were completing each other totally, not only physically with their pussies kissing so tightly they were drinking juices from each other, but also their souls, their beauty. The pleasure was doubling, tripling, quadrupling, stroke after stroke, harder and faster, harder and faster.

The friction between their legs was making loud, wet noises, their skin almost fused together by the juices spilling out. As the pressure of their orgasms built up inside them they felt the pleasure in symbiosis, until they could no longer contain it. The wet sounds echoed around the room, mingling with their moans, water streaming from the trembling walls as their primal lovemaking reached a crescendo.

“I can’t hold it any more! It’s coming hard, it’s coming!” The lights blinked again, and then nothing could stop the explosion, a powerful stream of juices squirting from each pussy, soaking them both as they kept rocking and grinding together.

Their pace gradually slowed, leaving them spent, sweaty and covered in warm, sticky pussy juice. They were in a state of total bliss, in each other’s arms, their legs scissored and their pussies still kissing. Soothed by the darkness, with only the weak emergency lights illuminating the room, Ava felt so loved. Her joy was complete when Tracy whispered, “I’ve dreamed about you since the first time you silently stepped into my life, but I never had the courage to even speak to you... you are so beautiful and charming that I’ve always thought you were unreachable for me.”

Those were the same exact thoughts that had made Ava sad until this day, the same fears, the same struggles! Ava was now seeing this experience as a gift, but from who? Was it the mysterious woman?

As Ava mused, she was still unaware of the walls crumbling around them, the water running down and now reaching them and washing away their juices. The question in her mind made her feel uneasy, but like sunshine Tracy’s smile wiped her worries away. It made Ava forget everything as Tracy whispered, “I want more! One more time!”

Ava smiled back in response. Their legs still entwined, they began to push against each other again, squirming with the sensitivity from their intense squirting orgasms. Tracy grabbed Ava’s ass cheeks, pulling Ava’s pussy even harder against her own. It sent strong chills and pleasure waves through Ava to see the primal lust in Tracy’s eyes. Tracy suddenly slapped her ass, just as if she always knew that Ava would love it – but Ava didn’t know until that moment that she would like it, so how could Tracy possibly know?

Tracy stepped up the pace dramatically, going from slow and sensual directly to hard, fast and furious. Water flowed around them. Ava was caught off-guard by this unexpected animal lust that seemed to explode inside Tracy from nowhere, after cumming so hard already. She could feel her orgasm building again like a river about to burst its banks, but she could also feel something new… something inside! As her pussy rubbed against Tracy’s, she could feel something penetrating her, rubbing her G-spot. It was strange and inexplicable, but the sensation was incredible and she knew another orgasm was imminent.

So what was fucking her so hard and deep? Ava was unable to think rationally, she could only rely on her senses, and they were at the mercy of the storm of pure lust raging through Tracy. But she could recognize the sensation; it was the same as she had felt when the mysterious woman had finger-fucked her before!

The pleasure was so overwhelming that Ava felt she might lose consciousness. Her whole awareness was focused on Tracy’s body entwined with hers, and something fucking her hard, something that felt like two fingers on her G-spot. It was moving harder, almost inhumanly so; and suddenly, without even realizing it was going to happen, Ava exploded with the most intense squirting orgasm of her life. At that moment, the power came back on and the room was lit with a bright white glow.

Ava felt the tremors of her climax gradually ebb away. Her eyes were closed, and she could no longer feel Tracy’s body against hers; the pressure against her G-spot was still there, but slowing. Her heart was racing and the waves of pleasure were caressing her whole body. 

“Oh my… what are you doing!” exclaimed a voice right beside her. Ava’s eyes fluttered open in surprise. Who was that? Could the receptionist have returned and caught them? The light was strong and it took a while for her to be able to see clearly. But when she did... she couldn’t believe her eyes.

Ava was standing right in front of herself! She literally saw herself standing there, naked and drenched in sweat and pussy juice. How was this possible? The bizarre situation started to dawn on her; she was on her back, water flowing all around, her fingers deep in her pussy as if she had just masturbated furiously under the shower. Was it all a dream? Had she only imagined having sex with Tracy? Or was she dreaming now, while she cuddled with Tracy somewhere else? Looking down at her body, she was confused to discover she didn’t recognize it.

“Tracy, are you okay?” asked the other Ava gently.

Tracy? Did she call me Tracy? Ava got to her feet and moved to the mirror at the end of the room. When she looked, she saw not her own reflection, but Tracy! She was Tracy now! It was incomprehensible.

She felt a hand stroke her hips and ass; it was the other Ava. “You taste good! May I have more?” she murmured lustfully in her unmistakeably elegant French accent. They gazed into each other’s eyes, their desire growing.

Excited by the idea of experiencing how it would feel to make love as Tracy – and the notion of literally having sex with herself as never before – she grabbed the other Ava by the hips and started kissing her; her hand was already sliding between her legs, feeling the wetness there. The other Ava was kissing her back even harder, hot and breathless.

The power went out again. As the emergency lights blinked back on, they were already having wild sex…

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 Switch, Episode Three: Joining

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Ava Courcelles and Tracy Lindsay

This is a continuation from episode two, which was posted on this blog on March 2nd 2016. The story so far:

Ava is at the gym. The lights go out while she is watching Tracy Lindsay shower, and Ava becomes enthralled by a mysterious woman who seems to take control of her mind and body, teasing her towards an orgasm but not letting her succumb to it. Ava finally cums, squirting all over Tracy, and turning her on. Tracy asks to taste Ava some more, and they begin to kiss…

The story continues…

Ava and Tracy were shut inside the steamy, humid shower room, only the weak glare of the emergency lights breaking the soft darkness. They swirled and sucked each other’s tongue while finally bringing their hands between one another’s legs. The room was heady with the smell of their excitement, Ava’s sweat and pussy juices all mixing in a potion of lust over Tracy’s sticky skin.

Ava was still trembling from her orgasm. Her pussy was incredibly sensitive, making her squirm each time Tracy gently rubbed her swollen clit, but this was getting her even hungrier for Tracy’s luscious body. Tracy was moaning with pleasure as Ava kissed and licked her neck, stroking her pussy harder while pushing her up against the tiled wall. Ava kissed her way down over Tracy’s shoulder to her hard nipples.

Tracy’s legs were shaking as Ava rubbed her clit hard and fast, dipping her fingers between Tracy’s lips and circling her pleasure hole, making the cream seep out. Their excitement was growing exponentially, each spurring the other on, as Ava made Tracy as wet, sweaty and juicy as herself. Her moans echoing around the shower room, Tracy’s thighs spread wider as Ava kissed, licked and sucked the taut muscles and soft, sensual skin of her stomach. As Ava teased Tracy’s navel with her tongue, Tracy felt the tension build between her thighs, her hard clit tingling and juices flowing down her legs. Moving further down with her tongue, Ava finally arrived at the source of the heat, right between Tracy’s toned thighs.

The emergency lights blinked. Tracy’s clit was throbbing, craving Ava’s tongue, but Ava teased her, making the anticipation build. Ava sank to her knees, her hands sliding up to Tracy’s breasts as she started to flick her clit with just the tip of her wet tongue, sending strong waves of excitement pulsing throughout her body. Ava was so turned on, her pussy dripping juices onto the tiled floor as she grabbed Tracy’s clit between her lips and sucked hard. Tracy squirmed with pure pleasure, the intense sucking overwhelming her.

They were so intent on each other that they were barely aware something was happening all around them. A small tile fell from the wall; a minute later another one fell, and then another. There was no debris on the ground, though. As the tiles tumbled and broke apart, they seemed to simply disappear.

Ava could feel Tracy’s orgasm building up inside her, and as she continued to suck her clit hard, she brought her hands slowly down, smearing Tracy’s sweat across her breasts and stomach. Her left hand slid down to Tracy’s ass, squeezing and grabbing, while her right hand wriggled between Tracy’s clenching thighs. Without pausing to tease her at all, Ava thrust two fingers right into Tracy’s pussy, pressing vigorously against her G-spot. Tracy let out a wild moan as Ava started fucking her slow and hard, juices trickling out and intensifying the strong smell of sex.

All around them the tiles were falling, breaking and disappearing, and as Tracy’s juices began to flow, water started to pour out from the disintegrating walls. Tracy was squirming, sweat and juice coating her thighs as they clenched uncontrollably. Ava fingered her even harder, massaging her throbbing G-spot while still sucking and tongue-storming her clit. The wet squishy noises could be heard over Tracy’s moans. Ava was so hungry for Tracy’s sweetness, flowing all over her tongue and fingers. She felt Tracy’s slick walls tighten up around her fingers as the uncontainable urge for release grew, impossible to hold back. Water streamed from the walls.

“It’s coming! It’s coming!” Ava could feel Tracy slipping beyond the edge, her pussy convulsing and tightening around her fingers and her G-spot beating faster than her heart. Lustful sweat and juice dripped, and the lights blinked again as Tracy hit her loud orgasmic explosion. Breathing heavily, she slid to her knees, face to face with Ava, their mingled juices puddling around them.

Ava kissed and caressed Tracy’s blissful face, feeling the warmth of Tracy’s juices spreading over her shins and feet. That sweet moment of cuddling was delicious, but it didn’t last long. Ava’s lust was surging up, and she lay back in the pool of juices, pulling Tracy on top of her, their sticky bodies rubbing together. As Tracy regained her senses a little she took control, wanting to give Ava the same pleasure she had received. She turned around into a sixty-nine, positioning her wet pussy above Ava’s thirsty mouth as she went down to taste Ava’s luscious honeypot.

Incapable of resisting, Ava let Tracy do as she wished to her, but the intensity of Tracy’s licking soon exhausted her. They rolled onto their sides, still locked together in a sixty-nine. The floor felt strangely soft and comfortable, and the warm water pouring from the walls lulled Ava into a hypnotic state. All she was aware of was Tracy licking and sucking her clit, spreading her juicy hole with fingers from both hands, not going in too deeply just yet. As Ava’s arousal swelled, she spread Tracy’s ass cheeks and started licking her tight, puckered hole, pressing her tongue into it. Tracy moaned with pleasure as Ava’s tongue penetrated her ass, sliding her fingers further into Ava’s pussy and blindly seeking out her G-spot.

They were both so wet and flowing, Ava’s pussy soaking Tracy’s fingers and tongue while she inhaled Tracy’s aphrodisiac smell permeating the humid atmosphere. The urge to cum mounted within each of them as they raced to climax. It became almost a struggle between them: Ava was fucking Tracy’s ass with her tongue really hard and deep, but Tracy’s double finger fucking, along with the ferocious clit sucking, were literally driving Ava crazy, so much that her tonguing faltered and she could do nothing except gasp and moan. She could feel another orgasm building up inside her, this one even more overwhelming. Tracy was holding her tight, her legs and arms clamped around her mercilessly, fingers slamming into her lust-swollen pussy deep and hard. Ava surrendered to Tracy’s hunger, her pussy tightening around the greedy fingers hammering her G-spot. The lights blinked again as Ava squirmed, the pressure making her G-spot throb and swell until it was impossible to hold back any longer. She exploded with another hard, wet orgasm, her juice squirting over Tracy’s hands and face.

As Ava gradually came back down from her orgasmic high, Tracy turned around to face and embrace her, their skin slippery with their sweat and juices and the flowing water. Ava was aware of Tracy’s golden hair trailing wetly over her face, and the subsiding pulse of pleasure between her legs. They could feel each other’s thoughts and desires as clearly as each other’s heartbeat, in a beautiful synchrony, sharing much more than their physical pleasure. They were connected intimately, a single being surrounded and filled with burning love. Kissing avidly, their passion began to build once again, but this time it was both the culmination of that incredible moment of pure sexual pleasure, and the beginning of something amazing for them both...

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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Erotica versus Porn: Which do you support? Part III

About the author: SexArt member BlackWing has a Bachelor of Science in Health and Safety Education, minor in Physiology, and a Master of Science in Computer Science, Network Engineering Concentration. BlackWing is also a fully qualified and experienced paramedic and personal fitness trainer who enjoys outdoor activities, running, martial arts, teaching, mentoring, and hacking.

Part I of this series (published November 30th 2015) examined the cultural, etymological, and societal definitions of erotica and pornography. Part II (published January 27th 2016) examined the potential differences between these two as it may or may not apply to the professionals working in each industry. Part III of this series will now examine what role, if any, the consumer of adult film may or may not play in the delineation of what constitutes Erotic Film or Pornographic Film and concludes this series with open ended inquiries and investigations yet to be explored. The reader should be aware that although the information in this article is drawn from statistical analysis and data that is clearly published, and although there will be generalizations drawn, in no way is the information provided here intended to stigmatize, define, or stereotype any one group of persons, or industry as whole. The purpose of this article is to open a healthy debate regarding the differences and similarities between these two subjects.

Part III

Most scholars, researchers, psychologists, therapists, and even viewers will agree that on some level erotica does not appeal exclusively to just our carnal need for stimulation and desire. Erotica, and in particular Erotic Film, engages our aesthetic sense of how this or that human figure or figures demonstrates the ideal of human ‘beauty,’ and how such ‘beauty’ impacts our understanding and thus our expression of human sexuality. Perhaps this is why there is an increasing trend towards many Adult Film companies beginning to employ and use male and female models representing a myriad of body types, sizes, ages, ethnic origins, figures, and interpretations of sexual expression, sexual contact, and sexual relationships. There is an increasing push in the Erotic Film Industry to represent the characters honestly, particularly the women, with the skin flaws, scars and so forth that are inherent in just being human and living on this dangerous planet.

Having stated this obvious truth, there is one other category to take into consideration as it pertains to the differences between Pornographic Film and Erotic Film or Erotic Cinema and it is a subject that I have purposely not introduced until the end of this series: that of the expression of human sexuality and the expression of this in a physical sense either on camera or off between consenting adults. Before we begin to delve into this very complex, sometimes bewildering, and definitely perplexing subject, we need to do so by clearly stating what I am using as terminology for this article. For the purposes of clarity, the following definitions are drawn from the American Psychological Association of sex, gender, gender identity, and sexual orientation (American Psychological Association, 2011):

Sex refers to a person’s biological status and is typically categorized as male, female, or intersex (i.e., atypical combinations of features that usually distinguish male from female). There are a number of indicators of biological sex, including sex chromosomes, gonads, internal reproductive organs, and external genitalia.

Gender refers to the attitudes, feelings, and behaviors that a given culture associates with a person’s biological sex. Behavior that is compatible with cultural expectations is referred to as gender-normative; behaviors that are viewed as incompatible with these expectations constitute gender non-conformity.

Gender identity refers to “one’s sense of oneself as male, female, or transgender” (American Psychological Association, 2006). When one’s gender identity and biological sex are not congruent, the individual may identify as transsexual or as another transgender category (cf. Gainor, 2000).

Gender expression refers to the “...way in which a person acts to communicate gender within a given culture; for example, in terms of clothing, communication patterns and interests. A person’s gender expression may or may not be consistent with socially prescribed gender roles, and may or may not reflect his or her gender identity” (American Psychological Association, 2008, p. 28).

Sexual orientation refers to the sex of those to whom one is sexually and romantically attracted. Categories of sexual orientation typically have included attraction to members of one’s own sex (gay men or lesbians), attraction to members of the other sex (heterosexuals), and attraction to members of both sexes (bisexuals). While these categories continue to be widely used, research has suggested that sexual orientation does not always appear in such definable categories and instead occurs on a continuum (e.g., Kinsey, Pomeroy, Martin, & Gebhard, 1953; Klein, 1993; Klein, Sepekoff, & Wolff, 1985; Shiveley & DeCecco, 1977). In addition, some research indicates that sexual orientation is fluid for some people; this may be especially true for women (e.g., Diamond, 2008; Golden, 1987; Peplau & Garnets, 2000).

Now that we have established, for the duration of this article, the terminology that will be used, we can explore the relationship between the expression of sexuality (and its sub categories as defined above) and that of the subject of Erotic versus Pornographic film. Why is this important? It is important because, as with all media and its productions, the question we need to ask is, “Does the media content, (i.e. the film being produced, whether Pornographic or Erotic), reflect the realities of the world in which we currently live?” This is an important question because it is the consumer who in some ways will partner with, and can at times dictate, the types of films produced in either category (Erotica or Pornography). At the end of all discussion on the subject of the differences between the two genres, there is the reality that a profit will need to occur so that the participants involved can receive their financial compensation for their professional work. The reader will notice that I did not use the phrase “payment for services rendered.” This is because today, thankfully, both industries are taking immense strides in treating their people as qualified, competent, experienced, and skilful actors, actresses, technicians, producers etc. and as such, are treating them with much more respect and regard as the professionals that they are.

It needs to be noted and acknowledged by the professionals in both industries, as well as the consumers, that “…the question of how media representations of the social world compare to the external ‘real’ world also raises several issues.” In their book Media/Society: Industries, Images, and Audiences, Croteau, Hoynes and Milan put forward four very valid points: 1. Literature in media and cultural studies are not representations of reality because even if these are documentaries, they are crafted and edited by humans who will select and edit based on personal, known or unknown, biases and views, despite their best efforts to remain “true to reality”; 2. Media usually does not try to reflect the real world because, again, even if it is a documentary, “the limited time and resources” to present the piece will have significant impact on the final piece produced and distributed; 3. There is the issue of what defines the word “real” when referring to media representations, as clearly stated by the authors that, “In an age in which sociologists teach about the social constructions of reality and post modernists challenge the very existence of a ‘knowable reality,’ the concept of a ‘real’ world may seem like a quaint artifact from the past; and 4. Finally, media representations, particularly in both genres, as with all media and film, would suggest that representations of the social world should somehow reflect society at large. This is simply not the case, because film is used by many as an escape from reality, and because of this, “Gaps between media content and societal reality raise interesting questions that warrant our (the consumers’, the Professionals’, the Directors’ and the Producers’) attention” (Croteau, Hoynes, & Milan).

However, what is this ‘reality’ or this difference in media representations of ‘reality’ and societal constructs of ‘reality’ to which I am referring, and where does this come into play with the previous definitions of sex, sexuality, gender, gender identity, and gender expression as it pertains to this issue and the definitions of Porn versus Erotica? Why are all these seemingly unrelated topics important? These moving pieces/ definitions/ constructs are important because simply stated, sexuality, sexual expression, sexual relationships and the interactions of, expressions of, definitions of, and thus the portrayal of these human interactions are reflected in ‘real’ society; that is to say, an ‘average’ couple’s sexual interaction with each other, as well as what is portrayed in film, be it Erotic or Pornographic, is influenced by – as well as representative of – said pieces/ definitions/ constructs. Because of this fact, such a redefinition must include two concepts: person-based attraction and sexual fluidity.

In her book, “Sexual Fluidity: Understanding Women’s Love and Desire,” Dr. Lisa Diamond states that “Most people believe that a relationship starts out with physical attraction and then deepens into a more significant emotional, intellectual, or spiritual bond,” whereas in her research in following a group of women over a period of years, charting their changes in sexual desire, expression, attractions etc. she found that the opposite was true (Diamond, 2008). While Dr. Diamond’s study focused only on women, and while it is true that current research shows that for the most part, “men with open gender schemas were typically heterosexually identified individuals who sought periodic same-sex contact for purposes of sexual release…(and) women, by contrast, (with) open gender schemas almost always entailed falling in love with a particular person,” it is still the case that both males and females, can, and do, “fall in love with” or become “attracted to” a person rather than a gender (Diamond, 2008). Because this is the fact, and because there is a tenuous link between the portrayal of said relationships in the media, and the media’s portrayal of said relationships as they appear in society, it follows that Porn and Erotic Film must and will change in order to take advantage of this two way link for the purposes of ‘staying in business.’ After all, at the end of this discussion Erotic Film and Pornographic film are both a part of the Adult Industry and as such, like any industry, it must make a profit in order to survive, so as to engage in the more advanced and esoteric ambitions of creativity and ‘art expression.’ To understand this relationship, all participants involved in the making and consuming of these genres, whether they realize it or not, experience two different types of sexual desire: Proceptivity and Arousability. “Proceptivity,” Dr. Diamond states, “or lust, can emerge spontaneously across a variety of environments and so can be thought of as situation independent,” whereas Arousability is situation dependent, i.e.:

A straightforward example of proceptive desire would be a general feeling of “horniness” that might emerge for no particular reason. The defining characteristic of proceptive desire is that it is highly motivating and often prompts individuals to seek sexual gratification. Arousability is quite different. It represents a person’s capacity to become interested in sex as a result of encountering certain situations or stimuli (such as the sexual advances of an attractive partner), even if the individual did not initially feel sexually motivated. The defining characteristic of arousability is that it is triggered by external cues or situations. As such, it can be thought of as situation-dependent [emphasis added] (Diamond, 2008).

Why does it matter whether the experience of a person or persons is an attraction based on proceptivity or arousability? It matters because inherent in all human beings is the longing to celebrate the varieties of sexual bliss, and the universal need for the human touch which can be found in participation in a carnal union. If this statement is true, then it follows that there has to be a re-defining, or at the very least a re-examination of the very definitions of sex, sexuality, gender etc. Toward this end, again, Dr. Diamond proposes a new model for defining, quantifying, and understanding sexuality and thus the expression of, and the engagement of, this one, uniquely human trait. She defines this new model as “A Dynamical Systems Approach to Sexuality” (Diamond, 2008). Please forgive me as I very purposely use a long excerpt from Dr. Diamond’s book, because I believe it to be vital that the reader grasp the concept of the Dynamical Systems Approach she is proposing and how relevant it is to the understanding not only of the diversities of Porn versus Erotica but also of human sexuality and sexual expression. There are two excerpts below. The first is cited from Dr. Lisa Diamond and the second from Dr. E. Thelen and Dr. L. B. Smith whom Dr. Diamond cites in her publication:

Dynamical Systems Models were originally developed by mathematicians and physicists to explain physical phenomena whose states varied over time, for example, swinging pendulums or cloud formations in the atmosphere. They analyze the multiple factors that determine the state of the system, to predict its pattern of change over time, which otherwise might seem random, arbitrary, and abrupt. In the late 1980s, a number of forward-thinking psychologists observed that the development of many complex human phenomena during infancy and childhood – such as language and motor skills – resembled dynamical systems. Specifically, they were characterized by periodic, abrupt, unpredictable spurts in skills and behaviors, contrary to classic models….

Dynamic Systems Models reject this idea, emphasizing instead that a person’s initial traits and subsequent environments are in constant, mutually influential interaction with one another, and that they come to progressively influence one another over time. As a result, you enter into each person-context interaction a slightly different person from the one you were at the last interaction. All your experiences are fundamentally shaped by what preceded them and set the stage for what follows.

As the psychologist Esther Thelen summarized with respect to child development (Diamond, 2008):

How a child behaves depends not only on the immediate current situation but also on his or her continuous short and longer-term history of acting, the social situation, and the biological constraints he or she was born with. Every action has within it the traces of previous behavior. The child’s behavior, in turn, sculpts his or her environment, creating new opportunities and constraints’ (Thelen, 1994).

Essentially, what Dr. Diamond is proposing is something those in the Adult Industry, both actors and actresses, as well as Producers, Directors, technicians and the like, have known for years, and it is a distinct reason as to why the industry has been around for hundreds of years in one format or another: Sex, sexual attraction, sexual orientation, gender identity, gender expression, and even to some extent, gender itself, are “initial traits” which we, being human, are exposed to different,  “subsequent environments,” and these two factors “are in constant, mutually influential interaction with one another” which will “progressively influence one another over time.” Because of this fact, we will move from one “person-context interaction” to the next, “a slightly different person from the one (we) were at the last interaction.” In short then, all of our “experiences,” indeed our very existence living, breathing, and interacting with one another, “are fundamentally shaped by what preceded them and set the stage for what follows” (Diamond, 2008). The Adult Industry not only is aware of this fact, but in some sense, is a mirror reflection of, an active contributor to, and an influencer of, this very fact.

So then, what are the factors which create both stability and change in sex, sexual expression, sexual interaction, and sexual gratification and how can we better understand these factors so as to predict when they might possibly occur and why are we interested in Adult Entertainment? We are interested in this topic because of the above stated facts that film/media both reflect and influence, at the same time, the human condition. If this is the case then it stands to reason that Porn and Erotic film are going to both influence and reflect the participants and the consumers; and as such, all parties bear, whether they will accept it or not, equal responsibility in ensuring that such an influence is for the good of each party. Why?

It is increasingly clear that one of the ideas behind Erotic Film is to transcend its provocative subject and in so doing to add a third element or dimension: that of longing to celebrate the varieties of sexual bliss, and the universal need for the human touch which can be found in participation in a carnal union. Such a union may, in fact, carry deep within its caresses and/or expression, a hint of the divine: a divine, spiritual and metaphysical, as well as intangible and incorporeal, which exists in all human souls. An erotic film in most cases, for producers and participants, attempts to portray a perception of the human attraction between the participants, and the potential ecstasy that humans, through sexually joining, can share. Such a shared experience will not grow old, or become stale over time, whereas pornographic images generally do and as such tend to lead toward the more addictive behaviors exhibited by those who view such films and whose brazen and unashamed goal is simple and straightforward: titillation and immediate, intense arousal to cause an instantaneous stirring of the genitals. This is not to say that porn is either bad or good. It is merely an attempt to both quantify and qualify the reasons why both exist.

Admittedly, Erotic Film may wind up having the same effect on the viewer as was stated above. After all, it is the viewer of the film who is given the task of interpreting the final production. However, pornographers, and pornographic producers more often than not are far less motivated by the desire to faithfully represent what they may regard as beautiful or aesthetic. Rather, their undertaking is contrived to produce what they believe will turn the largest possible profit, (as always, stereotypical statements notwithstanding). Additionally, pornography is primarily a money-making venture. The very word porn, as stated at the beginning, invariably connotes a certain exploitation – at times degradation or desecration – of human sexuality. Many writers, producers, and Adult Film professionals and workers, (particularly feminists) have rightfully complained that when pornography, by objectifying women, reduces them to sex objects whose core value is to satisfy a man’s libidinous needs, it has bordered on the obscene and crossed the line from art to that of a simple sex transaction. Furthermore, when care, concern, tenderness, warmth, emotion, and feeling are all allowed to be presented, and indeed, strongly encouraged as being a part of the final outcome in the production of Erotic Film, said film will portray its subjects in a manner that accentuates and highlights their inner and outer radiance, and the work itself will appear to manifest a passionate and powerful affirmation of life and the pleasures of this world. Pornography, on the other hand, may be seen as being derogatory, exploitative, and almost barbaric in its egoistic lack of caring and concern. Pornography then, by its word definition, can be, in many cases, portrayed as literally sex without relationship.

It is this distinction which brings me to my final point: it is the human interaction, in other words the relationships which are built in the Erotic Film industry between the professional models participating in the film and the producers and technical professionals aiding in the completion of the final product, which may ultimately define the distinction between these two concepts.

Erotica and its sub category Erotic Film delve into how sex is a natural expression of and desire of being human and an expression of coupling which includes the sensuality of human touch, and that the sensation of this type of touch may be, for some individuals, necessary to their (our) very existence. It is part of a much larger, complex, interesting, and fuller, sensation and deeper story. It’s normal. It is just the act of ‘lovemaking.’ Review any Adult Erotic Film in which the relationship between the actors/actresses is clearly tender, endearing, caring, and involving mutual respect and warmth. The scenes and images will be diverse to be sure, yet there is always the underlying element of sensuality, sensitivity, affection and passion. In a truly Erotic Adult Film where all parties are willing participants, there is an acceptance and melding of bodies, nerve endings, and emotions which is readily portrayed in the final product and is an inescapable truth inherently seen by the viewer. The viewer may not know why he or she prefers this product over another film which is produced only for money and at the possible expense of its professional models; but they may instinctively recognize the difference, however subtle this difference may be. To quote Gloria Steinem:

There is always a spontaneous sense of people who are there because they want to be there out of shared pleasure… Now look at any depiction of sex in which there is clear force, or an unequal power that spells coercion… It may be very blatant… It may be much more subtle… In either case there is no sense of equal choice or equal power… The first is erotic: a mutually pleasurable, sexual expression between two people who have enough power to be there by positive choice… The second is pornographic: its message is violence, dominance and conquest. It is sex being used to reinforce some inequality, or to create one…”

The line between erotica and pornography can be extremely difficult to draw, as we have seen. One person’s erotica can be another person’s pornography. Yet, the real issue may be to discover what it is that promotes healthy sexuality, versus what depicts people as mere expendable sex objects who are only here to gratify our animalistic urges without any thought to their wellbeing as living, breathing, sentient, and ultimately, sexual, beings; beings who are to be respected, revered, and cared for as a unique creation and extension of our whole human existence. Pornography in the form of monetary exploitation of its workers will continue to be made as long as the public buys this product. Ultimately, if we believe there to be an abuse, debasement, and desecration of the individuals involved in the making of the product, by choosing not to use their services – and also by choosing not to pirate from free sites those films we actually DO believe to be Erotic Film – only then can we ensure that both the viewer and the individuals on screen have an erotic experience instead.

 

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Klein, Sepekoff, & Wolff (1985) Sexual orientation: A multivariable dynamic process. Journal of Homosexuality, 11(1/2), 35-49.

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Diamond, L.M. (2008). Sexual Fluidity: Understanding Women's Love and Desire. Harvard Press.

Golden (1987) Diversity and variability in women’s sexual identities. In Boston Women’s Psychologies Collective (Eds.), Lesbian psychologies: Explorations and challenges (pp. 19-34). Urbana: University of Illinois Press.

Peplau & Garnets (2000) Issues in psychotherapy with lesbians and gay men: A survey of psychologists. American Psychologist, 46, 964-972.

Croteau, D., Hoynes, W., & Milan S. (2008) Media/Society: Industries, Images, and Audiences.

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Steinem, G. (1978) Erotica and Pornography: A Clear and Present Difference. Ms. November 1978, p. 53-54. 

 

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The Switch, Episode Two: Tension

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Ava Courcelles and Tracy Lindsay

This is a continuation from episode one, which was posted on this blog on February 24th 2016. The story so far: Ava is at the gym. The lights go out while she is watching Tracy Lindsay shower, and Ava becomes enthralled by a mysterious woman who seems to take control of her mind and body, teasing her towards an orgasm but not letting her succumb to it. As Ava begs for release, Tracy hears her…

The story continues…

Hearing strange noises in the dark, Tracy turned towards the door, but she couldn’t see anything through the water running from her golden hair into her eyes. The weak glare of the emergency lights was hiding Ava – still on the brink of orgasm – from Tracy; those few seconds seemed eternal as they were suspended between two possible outcomes.

“You want to cum? I’ll give you what you want, but she will see you. Or, if you ask me, I can leave you like this and you’ll have time to hide within your doubts... you decide!” whispered the mysterious seducer.

The words rattled around Ava’s conflicted mind, the emergency lights blinking as if to mock her indecision. But suddenly she couldn’t think about anything other than the mighty orgasm pent up inside her, ready to explode. There was no fear or doubt in that perfect moment: Ava was suspended over a dizzying edge, her naked feet standing in a small puddle of the juices dripping from her pussy... even the smallest breath of air on her clit could push her over and make her cum.

That moment felt almost eternal to Ava, but in reality it wasn’t at all; Tracy grabbed her towel and wiped the water from her eyes. Ava could still feel the mysterious woman press hard against her body while holding her with both hands, the strong thumb pushing on her G-spot without moving.

“I need to cum! Please… please fuck me hard and make me cum!” she was moaning almost unconsciously.

The sound drew Tracy’s attention again. “Is someone there?” she said fearfully, covering herself with the towel and holding it tight to her breasts. Ava’s heart was beating so fast her chest was heaving, and her pussy was pulsing even harder, soaking her trembling inner thighs with cream.

“Look at her, look how beautiful and clean she is… you’re going to make her very dirty again!” whispered the mysterious woman, biting Ava’s neck and sending chills up her spine.

Just as Tracy began walking towards the door – and towards Ava – the mysterious woman moved her hand from Ava’s drenched pussy to her mouth. Ava could smell her own pussy juice as the hand approached her face, driving her even more wild.

“Don’t scream… you don’t want to spoil the surprise, don’t you?” the woman taunted her.

Her hand wrapped around Ava’s mouth, smearing it with her own pussy juice. Her other hand slid down from Ava’s breasts to her pussy, carefully keeping her teetering on the edge. She moved her feet, freeing Ava’s clenching and shaking legs but without letting her damp thighs clamp shut.

Ava’s pussy was now freely accessible, and the mysterious woman shoved her middle and index fingers inside, opening her up and seeking out her G-spot. She started finger-fucking Ava hard and fast, the pace increasing with every step Tracy took towards her. Now Tracy could hear the woman’s hand slapping against Ava’s pussy with each stroke, and the wet squelching sounds coming from inside her. Ava could scarcely hold back her moans, her pure primal lust swelling inside her, but the woman’s hand over her mouth muffled the sound.

“It’s coming! It’s coming! I can’t hold it anymore!” Ava screamed inside her head.  The finger-fucking was making her juices spill out copiously. She was squirming and trembling uncontrollably, the pressure on her G-spot building to a crescendo. She was on the very edge of an epic explosion, feeling herself already over the point of no return, where only gravity has to do all the work!

With each step Tracy took towards the door, the pounding and wet squishy sounds grew louder; and a small warm river of fluid was just wetting her toes. As she reached the door and opened it, the lights suddenly came back on, and she dropped her towel in surprise, leaving her naked again. That was the final trigger for Ava, and at that same moment she exploded in an overwhelming and extremely hard orgasm, squirting like a throttled hose; a vigorous jet of warm pussy juices sprayed over Tracy, splashing across her thighs and pussy. It was fast and intense for both of them.

Still at the mercy of her pleasure, Ava lost her balance, collapsing to the ground in the puddle of her own pussy juices. Her legs were clenching and trembling, her fingers still deep inside, on her G-spot, but gradually slowing down. As she regained her senses, she realised the mysterious woman had disappeared when the lights came back on. Then, as she opened her eyes, it dawned on her what had happened – she had just squirted all over Tracy!

Tracy’s naked body was dripping with Ava’s juices. Her feet were in a puddle, and small droplets were trickling down her thighs. The smell of Ava’s uncontrollable excitement was all over her. Ava’s mind started whirling again, wondering if Tracy was about to freak out on her… but actually Tracy’s eyes suggested something different entirely. As the initial shock faded away, she gazed at Ava with frank desire written over her face. The smell and feel of Ava’s warm juice had made her suddenly excited, her clit tingling and her nipples getting hard. As Ava stared at her, she ran a hand over her thighs and pussy, then brought it to her mouth and licked off the juice.

“You taste so good!” she purred, her eyes bright. “I want more… may I taste you some more?”

Ava couldn’t believe her ears or eyes! Tracy was looking at her in a way she’d only imagined in her wildest dreams. She didn’t even have time to wonder what would happen next, as Tracy moved rapidly towards her, helped her up and embraced her sweetly, squeezing her ass. Their naked, sticky bodies pressed against each other, nipples rubbing together as they kissed.

Reaching behind her, Tracy pulled the door closed again. The lights blinked, but Ava was hardly aware of it, as she was so lost in the bliss of kissing Tracy. She could still somehow sense the presence of the mystery woman, but Tracy’s breathtaking kisses were making it hard for her to focus on any conscious thought. 

But as Tracy ground harder against Ava, the lights started blinking repeatedly, and Ava became certain someone or something else was in the room with them. This certainty grew each time the lights blinked. Then there was a pause, like a feeling of expectancy, and the lights went out again, leaving only the weak emergency lights to illuminate the two naked women… it had begun.

To be continued…

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

 

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The Switch, Episode One: Hiding

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Ava Courcelles and Tracy Lindsay

Ava was working out, as she did every evening. She waited eagerly for that particular moment of the day not only because it was a beautiful and healthy way to relieve stress, but also because of her: Tracy. Ava had seen Tracy for the first time at the gym, and silently fallen in love with her right then and there.

Tracy was simply gorgeous and her perfect body – especially when she was wearing those tight, short workout pants – was gradually driving Ava crazy. The proximity teased her, giving her just a little taste of that same air they were sharing while exercising, deeply drenched with Tracy’s aphrodisiac smell, while she was sweating right next to her.

Days and days near Tracy, and Ava had never even had the courage to speak to her, not even a simple “Bonjour.” One day she had accidentally stared at her for too long while drying herself in the locker room, and Tracy had responded with a quick smile. That little smile made Ava’s heart almost jump out of her chest! Tracy was so incredibly beautiful, but she seemed unreachable.

Soon after Tracy finished her daily workout, Ava ended hers too and followed her into the locker room. It was a struggle to wait even that long, not wanting to seem like she was following Tracy, even if she was only there to see her. When she entered the locker room, Tracy was already taking her top off, revealing her perfect breasts, glistening with perspiration. As she slowly undressed, Ava’s eyes wandered minutely over Tracy’s body. Tracy was covered in sweat, and her short, tight pants left her long legs exposed to Ava’s hungry eyes. Ava observed her inch by inch, starting from her delicate feet and up her strong calves, jumping over her knees and hungrily embracing her toned and sculpted thighs. They moved up slowly and admiringly. Tracy wasn’t wearing anything under those tight pants; Ava’s eyes fixed on her teasing camel toe. The intense observation was making Ava so horny she could literally feel her pussy throbbing. Her own tight pants rubbed against her pulsing clit, amplifying the sensation.

“I wonder how she tastes? I would love to lick and suck every single part of her body now. I wish I could feel her pussy on every cell of my tongue!” Ava mused. It was hard to keep her hands still. She wanted to shove a hand down her pants and finger herself right in front of Tracy. She had to suppress a moan of pure lust when Tracy peeled down her pants, revealing her naked body in all its sculpted and harmonious perfection. It was the first time she’d been totally naked in such close proximity, and Ava’s mind was filled with a clamour of excitement as she took in the sight of Tracy’s sweat-drenched skin, her pussy looking so juicy and inviting.

“She wants you to touch her!” whispered something inside Ava’s whirling mind… but who was it? The thought seemed to be independent of her, and it echoed throughout her body, making her even more excited. She felt a trickle of juice flowing from her pussy, forming a small wet spot on the crotch of her workout pants.

Tracy turned and walked into the shower, leaving Ava alone and on the brink of losing control. This was the worst moment; she wanted to touch herself, but she knew she wouldn’t be satisfied with just one quick orgasm, and there was no time to explore her pleasure the way she needed to. She had to resist! The sound of running water tormented her. She knew Tracy was showering, touching her naked skin, separated from her only by the fragile door. Her mind began to spin again.

Suddenly the power went out, leaving the whole gym pitch dark for a brief second. The emergency lights immediately kicked in, lighting the room more weakly. They seemed to be blinking slightly. Ava could still hear Tracy showering, but apart from that… silence. She realized she and Tracy were alone. There was no light coming from the gym, only the dim twilight outside. Strange thoughts, wild and unspeakable desires seemed to be whispering inside her head.

“She is there alone, wet and naked in the dark… you can taste her if you dare… maybe she wants to taste you too!” It was tempting. Tracy was so vulnerable to her lust, but Ava was still in control… for now. She suddenly had the strangest sensation that she was losing control of her own legs. Before long she realized how futile it was to struggle against the storm of lust growing deep inside a dark corner of her subconscious, as her beautiful legs started moving by themselves. Slowly but surely, her naked feet touched the cold ground. Silent and catlike, they carried her nearer to the shower. It was as if something inside her had taken control of her body, but without letting her fade away, so her senses seemed to be heightened rather than blunted.

Reaching the shower door, Ava felt her hands being stolen from her control in the same way as her legs. The tingling, pulsing sensation between her thighs was stronger than ever as her left hand opened the shower door silently, allowing Ava to see inside. Tracy was alone in the large shower room, naked under the cascading water as she stroked her skin sensually, washing away the sweat and grime from her workout. She was artfully illuminated by the soft emergency lights.

Admiring Tracy as she washed herself was pushing Ava’s control to the limit, especially as Tracy started to slowly rub her pussy. It seemed she was doing it as much to tease herself as to get clean. Ava’s rational mind was still fighting against her primal lust, frightened that Tracy would catch her peeping.

“You want her more than you want to fight me!” the whisperer insinuated inside Ava’s head. She fought to hold her hands still, despite the drive to let them slip inside her pants and touch her soaked pussy.

“I can’t! I can’t! Get out of me!” she screamed back, inside her head.

“As you wish!” the whisperer responded; and in the blink of an eye Ava felt something materialize behind her. Suddenly she could feel a breath on her sweaty neck, but as she tried to turn around to see who was there, she was firmly grabbed by two hands – two beautiful female hands. One went to her breasts, and the other slid straight between her legs. Ava’s first feeling was one of intense surprise, but strangely, she was not afraid. She could feel the mysterious woman’s body, as sculpted and toned as her own, pressing against her from behind. She was naked, her soft skin touching Ava’s sweaty body.

The sensations were so intense. A mystery woman was holding her tight, squeezing her breasts and rubbing her pussy through her tight pants, while the protagonist of her wildest sexual fantasies was showering just a few steps away from her, unaware of her presence. Ava felt the pleasure building deep inside her pussy, her G-spot throbbing, well-lubed with her cream and ready for an intense massage.

“You want her as much as I want you… I’ll have you and you’ll have her!” the mystery woman whispered in her ear. Ava wasn’t fighting any more: she was completely stripped of any control, not by her dominatrix but by herself.

Did the woman catch the scent of Ava’s pussy juice? Suddenly she ripped away Ava’s workout top and pants, leaving her naked and exposed. Ava felt the woman’s toned body push even harder against her, one hand circling her stiff nipples as the strong feet and legs wrapped around hers, holding her in place. The woman’s other hand was stroking over Ava’s hip, giving her goosebumps, and then moved to her ass. Her fingers stroked the top of Ava’s ass cheeks, then slid between them. Her thumb arched up, pushing against her asshole without penetrating her, just teasing. Ava could feel the woman’s powerful desire for her, and coupled with her own overwhelming arousal, it was driving her crazy. Her pussy was dripping wet, the tops of her thighs soaked with her cream, as the woman’s thumb pressed harder against her ass.

“Please… please fuck me! Fuck me hard, please!” Ava was begging inside her head, over and over. She was scarcely even aware of Tracy now, all her attention focused on the sensations that were tormenting her. The mysterious woman was playing with her, rubbing her thumb over her asshole, letting her fingers drift closer to Ava’s soaked pussy. Ava knew she was listening to her thoughts. The tension was building inside her, desperate for release.

Ava gasped as the woman suddenly thrust her thumb deep inside her pussy, curling it to catch her G-spot. She barely managed to stifle her moan of pleasure, the running water masking the sound from Tracy’s ears. Ava dimly registered the need to keep quiet, but her conscious thoughts slipped away as the woman started to frig her pussy, massaging her G-spot with every thrust. Ava’s beautiful legs were clenching and trembling at every stroke, but the woman’s tight grip kept her upright, even as she fucked her vigorously. Ava’s pussy was pouring juices, her G-spot pulsing, her moans growing louder.

“You want to do this to her, right? I’m preparing you for her, she wants you juicy and warm!” whispered the mysterious woman, kissing and biting Ava’s neck.

Ava was shaking with pleasure as the rhythmical fucking grew faster, pushing her towards an explosive orgasm. The juices built inside her like a furious river about to burst its dam. The woman grabbed Ava’s pussy with her other fingers, squeezing and rubbing her clit, as her thumb hammered the G-spot. With her left hand, she was still pinching Ava’s nipples. Ava could hear the wet squelching of her pussy, and her own uncontrollable moans, even over the noise of the shower.

But just as Ava was sure she was about to tip over the edge and lose herself completely, Tracy finished her shower. As she turned off the faucet, the mystery woman grew still, holding her thumb firmly against Ava’s G-spot without moving.

“Please! Please let me cum! Let me cum!” Ava whimpered.

For the first time, Tracy because aware of the sound, and turned towards her…

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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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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Erotica versus Porn: Which do you support? Part II

About the author: SexArt member BlackWing has a Bachelor of Science in Health and Safety Education, minor in Physiology, and a Master of Science in Computer Science, Network Engineering Concentration. BlackWing is also a fully qualified and experienced paramedic and personal fitness trainer who enjoys outdoor activities, running, martial arts, teaching, mentoring, and hacking.

Part I of this series (published November 30th 2015) examined the cultural, etymological, and societal definitions of erotica and pornography. Part II of this series examines the potential differences between these two as it may or may not apply to the professionals working in each industry. The reader should be aware that although this information is drawn from statistical analysis and data that is clearly published, and although there will be generalizations drawn, in no way is the information provided here intended to stigmatize, define, and/or stereotype any one group or person(s), or industries as whole. The purpose of this article is to open a healthy debate regarding the differences and similarities between these two subjects.

Part II

In 2012, a study refuted various claims of the so-called “Damaged Goods Hypothesis,” which is often cited by those who seek to denigrate the Adult Industry. The results of this study suggested that: “Porn actresses were more likely to identify as bisexual, first had sex at an earlier age, had more sexual partners, were more concerned about contracting a sexually transmitted disease (STD), and enjoyed sex more than the matched sample, although there were no differences in incidence of CSA [child sexual abuse] … porn actresses had higher levels of self-esteem, positive feelings, social support, sexual satisfaction, and spirituality compared to the matched group.” i

The reader should take note that the abovementioned study was published in The Journal of Sex Research, which is a peer-reviewed academic journal. As such this research and subsequent analysis lends significant credibility to the findings of the study. An analysis of this study by Dr. Chauntelle Tibbals is quite illuminating: “…Some women who work in the adult industry are more adjusted in some respects relative to some ‘typical’ women. This study never once suggests ALL of anyone about anything and goes so far as to out-and-out declare that its findings are NOT representative of ALL porn performers. This is good.” ii  This statement by Dr. Tibbals is key for two compelling reasons: upon reading the research it is clear that the numbers debunk the myth that most, if not all, women who work as porn actresses are “Damaged Goods,” but equally importantly, clearly state that the researchers are in no way making sweeping claims as to the universality or otherwise of evidence that suggests that porn actresses are more well adjusted than women who are not in the industry – meaning there are no false, unscientific, quintessential claims being made by the researchers regarding porn actresses and those who are not porn actresses.

Furthermore, there is substantial, anecdotal evidence from Erotic Film Professionals themselves to support the claim that the relationships built in the Adult Erotic Film industry are caring, supportive, interactive, and professional; not to mention the fact that many of the professionals who participate in said industry appear, on the basis of this and a few other studies, to have a better, more well adjusted view of sex, sexuality, and the expression and enjoyment of both – albeit such studies are few and far between, possibly due to the stigmatization of the Adult Film Industry as a whole.

There are issues with the study, as Dr. Tibbals and the researchers themselves point out. The study is not generalizable, meaning that while there were a significant number of women included in the study, their numbers were relatively low in comparison to the numbers who work in the industry as a whole. The second issue pointed out by Dr. Tibbals is that there was no clear definition as to what criteria constitutes a porn actress and what criteria does not. Finally, as the researchers themselves point out: “…some of the measures were problematic. Some measures used for sexual behaviors and attitudes were single-item indicators with unknown validities and reliabilities. As an example, participants were asked if they were victims of CSA without further clarifications or definitions. Thus, it is quite possible that a given behavior in a particular situation may have been perceived as CSA by one individual but not by another. Another issue with regard to measures is that education was not examined. Education has been found to be related to a variety of sex-related constructs and would have been a sound matching variable, and its inclusion should be strongly considered in future studies.” iii

This statement by the researchers is telling. Sexual attitudes and behaviors were single line items and thus could be confusing when the questionnaire was administered to the participants, (i.e. does this mean that?), and most significantly, the level of education of the participants was not verified nor taken into account; as Dr. Tabbals points out, this is quite an “amateurish mistake,” given that many of the study’s participants are either in or just leaving college. The question is, why does any of this matter? It matters because of the initial findings of the study: “porn actresses had higher levels of self-esteem, positive feelings, social support, sexual satisfaction, and spirituality compared to the matched group.” The next question is, if this is even partially correct: why is this the case?

A possible explanation for this fact could be that the industry as a whole is undergoing a tremendous and significant change. This change is characterized by the introduction of diverse groups of individuals who bring into the profession their own cultural, moral, ethical, and world views, and this change is largely driven by the emergence of more female directors. For example, just recently (as of this writing) an article by writer Nikki Gloudeman appeared on the Huffington Post blog site titled “4 Female Adult Film Producers Talk Porn For Women.” iv  The Directors interviewed – Angie Rowntree, Anna Frolicme, Jacky St. James, and Erika Lust – all agreed that for them, filming, directing, shooting, and producing Adult Film is about “Being able to explore our sexuality and our fantasies in a variety of ways, especially through film, [that] can be helpful in our own self discovery and sexual development,” (James). By bringing the female perspective into the production, casting and directing of Adult Film, the industry as a whole is raised to a level of professionalism that is beneficial to both men and women. Additionally, while all four Directors have various opinions on the subject of erotica verses porn, all four agreed that while the line between what is Erotic Film and what is Pornographic Film is extremely blurred and in some cases nonexistent; in their personal and professional opinion as summed up by Frolicme, Erotic Film “…offers more story depth and plays upon the fantasy aspect, encouraging the watcher to imagine themselves involved in the scene….” She goes on to state that, “I simply wanted to create arousing sexy films that illustrate women having their wicked ways and men adoring their women, treating them with the respect and pleasure they desire and deserve, and try to bring real passion back into our view of sex.” If this is the case then it helps to explain why there does now tend to be an increase in individuals who are beginning to enter the industry of Adult Film on a voluntary basis as a chosen profession. Which reiterates the question raised in the first part of this article: Do the professionals in both industries, (meaning the performers), see a difference?

Enter professional photographers Paulie and Pauline, who published the photo documentary called “Off the set: porn stars and their partners, by Paulie and Pauline,” v  which may shed some light on this question. In the early to mid 2000s they began documenting professional adult models and their partners through photography. In mainstream media, where most if not all Adult Film professionals are stereotypically categorized as “jaded, emotionally detached individuals who live in a hedonistic blur, void of any real intimate relationships,” they discovered that the individual couples they worked with and met were deeply committed couples who shared higher levels of intimacy, thrived on the strength of their relationships, and “explained that their performances were an extension of their own kinky sexuality.” In the course of this photo-documentary it became apparent, again and again, that far from the meaningless and mindless sex sterotypically expected of the adult film industry, “There are definitely more people now who are producing scenes and videos that reflect individuals, rather than bodies. The sex may still be explicit, but there is an increasing focus on real chemistry between partners and real pleasure…” This chemistry is clearly visible in the films produced which prize illustrating, depicting and mirroring human sexual interaction through physical touch as a means of affection, support, friendship and tenderness, as well as desire, passion and a yearning for the physical closeness of a safe (and I use this term loosely), sensual, sexual encounter between consenting individuals.

Given this information, are we now at a point where we can begin to differentiate between what is Erotic Film and what is Pornographic Film? That the individuals and the professionals who help produce these sensual, sexual, cinematic features care deeply for each other as committed couples and friends? What about the consumers? Do the consumers actually see a difference? Does this matter?

 

WORKS CITED

[1] Griffith, J., Mitchell, S., Hart, C., Adams, L., & Gu, L. (2012). Pornography Actresses: An Assessment of the Damaged Goods Hypothesis Journal of Sex Research, 1–12 DOI: 10.1080/00224499.2012.719168

ii An Assessment of the Damaged Goods Hypothesis (2012), Tibbals, Chauntelle, Dr., http://www.chauntelletibbals.com/damaged-goods-hypothesis/#.VkQRyIR_fiC

iii An Assessment of the Damaged Goods Hypothesis (2012), Tibbals, Chauntelle, Dr., http://www.chauntelletibbals.com/damaged-goods-hypothesis/#.VkQRyIR_fiC

iv  “4 Female Adult Film Producers Talk Porn For Women,” Gloudeman, N., www.huffingtonpost.com. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/nikki-gloudeman/4-female-adult-film-producers-talk-porn-for-women_b_6148252.html

v Off the set: porn stars and their partners, by Paulie and Pauline, http://www.co-mag.net/2010/paulie-and-pauline/

 

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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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Erotica versus Porn: Which do you support? Part 1

About the author: SexArt member BlackWing has a Bachelor of Science in Health and Safety Education, minor in Physiology, and a Master of Science in Computer Science, Network Engineering Concentration. BlackWing is also a fully qualified and experienced paramedic and personal fitness trainer who enjoys outdoor activities, running, martial arts, teaching, mentoring, and hacking.

The following article is Part I of a three part series, which will explore the similarities and differences between Erotica versus Porn as it applies to Art and to the Adult Film industry in particular. Part I of this series examines the cultural, etymological, and societal definitions of erotica and pornography. The reader should be aware that although this information is drawn from statistical analysis and published data, and although there will be generalizations drawn, in no way is the information provided here intended to stigmatize, define, and/or stereotype any one group, persons, or industries as a whole. The purpose of this article is to open a healthy debate regarding the similarities and differences between these two subjects.

Erotica Versus Porn: Which do you support?

“Human beings seem to be the only animals that experience the same sex drive and pleasure when we can and cannot conceive.” – Gloria Steinem

Part I

A “touch-less” society can lead to failure to thrive and death in newborn babies, something that came to light in the early 1900s. Dr. Luther Emmett Holt, then known as one of America's first and finest pediatricians, came to the conclusion that parents spoiled their children by cuddling and holding them too much. Parents wishing to be on the cutting edge of good child rearing took notice and began following this newly touted theory. Thus began the trend of “hands-off parenting” and “a child should be seen and not heard.” Within a few short years of Dr. Holt’s egocentric pronunciation, doctors across the United States began to notice a deadly trend: a catastrophic increase in infant deaths, particularly in seemingly healthy babies. The medical studies which followed revealed that these infants experienced “failure to thrive,” simply because they were not getting enough human contact through touch. There are numerous studies of infants in orphanages who suffered from touch deprivation and achieved only half of the height normal for their age.i

Why is this an important fact? Because it is well known that we, as a species of the animal kingdom, are the only species who not only have developed the unique capacity for human, spoken language, yet also the unique capacity for human touch; and, as we become adults, this capacity to experience the pleasures of touch in the form of sexual expression is completely independent of the need for procreation for the purposes of extending the life span of our species. Thus enters the debate of Erotica versus Porn. Which is which, and which of these two are we supporting? Why does this matter? If it does matter, then is Erotica “better than” Porn? More importantly, do the professionals in both industries see a difference? Do we as the consumers see a difference? Finally, how does our consumption of both affect those working in these industries?

Pornography is defined as “sexually explicit videos, photographs, writings, or the like, whose purpose is to elicit sexual arousal,”ii and its origins come from the ancient Greek word pornographos meaning the writing of harlots, and from porne, a harlot + graphein meaning to write. The history of the word pornography can be further delved into. In 1843 a writer recorded pornography as being of or referring to an "ancient obscene painting, especially in temples of Bacchus.” In the French language the word hails from pornographie originally meaning, or referring to, a person who was "bought, purchased" (with an original notion, probably, of "female slave sold for prostitution").iii  From these definitions and from the word origin itself it is clear that the word pornography is meant to imply in some form or fashion sex and/or sexual acts, or sexually explicit material which is used for the sole purpose of eliciting some form of sexual arousal and, most importantly, to mean that some form of monetary trade “for services rendered,” occurs. With this monetary transaction and subsequent delivery of said “services” there is usually the result of one human having power over the other.

Erotica, on the other hand, is defined as “literature or art dealing with sexual love.”iv The word erotica comes from the Greek word eros, and the neuter, plural word erotikós.vAs the reader can see there is an extremely blurred line between what types of literature, art, paintings etc. constitute porn and what of these same artistic expressions constitute erotica. While American and European courts have yet to define the difference between these two terms, still struggle with what is settled as pornography versus erotica, and because the etymological definitions of the two words tend to confuse this issue even more, there does seem to be one underlying concept which is gaining ground as a possible defining element between the two: the purpose or motive behind the acts or depictions themselves, and in film, this motive is expressed in terms of the quality, type, and sexual expression of the human touch between the characters participating/acting in the films.

Because such key distinctions are gaining ground, some have argued that pornography has a tendency toward graphic depiction of sexually explicit scenes, while erotica "seeks to tell a story that involves sexual themes that include a more plausible depiction of human sexuality than (is portrayed) in pornography.”vi Indeed, for us as humans, only we have the capacity to experience the act of sex itself as a way of giving and receiving physical, mental, emotional, pleasure, touch, and comfort, as a result of the bonding that occurs during sex. Due to the fact that we as humans explore our sexuality as completely separate from procreation, and that this exploration between adults, when engaged in in a healthy, consenting way, can and should delve into desire, love, sexuality, human anatomy and passion through the mystery and intrigue of the physical touch which occurs during sex and sexual acts, sexual acts between said consenting adults are subconsciously thought of by most, if not all of us, as an act of very realistic tenderness with “dangerous” consequences: it allows us to connect to another human being in a way that is completely intimate and open and thus in some ways bares the core of our nature to the other consenting participant(s). The very existence of this inexplicable, potential connection between the participants involved in the mutually reciprocated “carnal act,” is what makes “erotica” and “pornography” both so fundamentally different yet so confusing as to potentially cause immediate “shock” or a sense of “disgust” towards anyone who engages in, uses, or in any way participates in the creation of, production of, and dissemination of, either one. Quite frankly, as humans, we prefer anonymity and become uncomfortable with any person(s) or circumstance(s) which question or shed light on our deepest desires which are to be seen for who we are: thinking, feeling, sexual beings. And most of us, if we were to be honest with ourselves and/or each other, usually prefer to believe that if we do not discuss the issues of our desires, sexuality, and sexual expressions, they therefore must not exist. Both the creation of Erotica and Pornography shed blinding light on all three of these items with unintentional but brutal impartiality and honesty.

Add to these facts that a movie, an art depiction, a picture, etc. might have elements of both the erotic and the pornographic, and it must ultimately be left to the viewer to subjectively determine what is erotic versus pornographic in their own minds. However, that being said erotica has arisen as an art form, particularly in the Adult Film industry as beginning to “out pace” porn in terms of its production and consumption for viewers. There is some speculation that because erotica tends to have a compelling story, well-developed characters, particularly the female characters, ultimately conveys an underlying, mostly positive message, and tends to have well-crafted sex scenes integral to the story which may or may not necessarily arouse the audience; it is therefore seen as a movie that portrays sex contextually and has artistic merit. (An example of this would be the erotic film “Like Water for Chocolate.”)

It goes without saying, but nevertheless must be noted that, speaking in terms of concrete reality, (and I use this definition very loosely), anyone who believes they can draw a hard and fast line between the two is greatly mistaken. Both erotica and porn are designed to arouse, yet they will, for the most part, take very different pathways to that same destination. Additionally, erotica and porn are also subjective terms; what is classified or defined in one person’s mind as erotic and what is classified or defined in another person’s mind as pornographic is going to be utterly, completely, and distinctly different and unappealing to each other. It is very clear that the criterion, which is used to differentiate Erotic Film from Pornographic Film, is embedded in personal moral, aesthetic, religious, and cultural values. It is also clear that many cultures and societies regard these two orientations to the expression of human sexuality as being superimposed upon one another and/or being essentially identical. However they actually do exist on very different planes when one takes into account the participants involved. Herein lies the crux of the argument: since the viewer’s opinion of the distinction between these two is subjective then perhaps further examination needs to be extended to the performers of these two types of films themselves?

In Part II of this series we will examine the professionals both in front of and behind the camera who produce these features to see if any common correlations can be drawn to differentiate their views on these two subjects. In the meantime we would like to elicit comments from both the consumers and the professionals in the Adult Film Industry. What are your viewpoints, opinions, and ideas? What are your experiences? Please feel free to engage in this discussion before the next installment as hosted by SexArt.

 

WORKS CITED

iThe Care and Feeding of Children,” Dr. Luther Emmett Holt, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luther_Emmett_Holt

ii "pornography," Collins English Dictionary - Complete & Unabridged 10th Edition. HarperCollins Publishers. 11 Nov. 2015. Dictionary.com http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pornography

iii "pornography." Online Etymology Dictionary. Douglas Harper, Historian. 11 Nov. 2015. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pornography

iv  "erotica." Collins English Dictionary - Complete & Unabridged 10th Edition. HarperCollins Publishers. 11 Nov. 2015. Dictionary.com http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/erotica

v "erotica." Online Etymology Dictionary. Douglas Harper, Historian. 11 Nov. 2015. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/erotica.

vi "Erotica,”  Griffith, J., Mitchell, S., Hart, C., Adams, L., & Gu, L. (2012). Pornography Actresses: An Assessment of the Damaged Goods Hypothesis Journal of Sex Research, 1–12 DOI: 10.1080/00224499.2012.719168 Is Not Pornography". William J. Gehrke. The Tech. December 10, 1996.

 

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European Love and Sexuality vs. American Love and Sexuality

About the author: SexArt member BlackWing has a Bachelor of Science in Health and Safety Education, minor in Physiology, and a Master of Science in Computer Science, Network Engineering Concentration. She is also a fully qualified and experienced paramedic and personal fitness trainer. She enjoys outdoor activities, running, martial arts, teaching, mentoring, and hacking.

We Americans have a long history of independence and exceptionalism – or at least we like to think we do. We tend to think that because we began the great experiment of a Democracy by breaking away from our mother country England, and began an entirely new form of self governing while at the same time conquering the great vastness of the North American Continent, we do everything better than everyone else and twice as good every other day. Yet our “elitism” may in fact be killing us – or possibly killing our youth. Our views on love and sexuality reflect our deep parochial and provincial Protestant roots. Our founding forefathers (and mothers!) came here for the sole purpose of being able to practice their religious beliefs. And while this “freedom of religion” is inherent in our DNA, given the state of our politics and our tendencies towards the extremes is it any wonder that our teen pregnancy rates and abortion rates, as well as our STD rates, are among the highest, if not THE highest, in the world? Which begs the question: are we really doing things better than our European ancestors? To answer this question, let’s look at the facts…

Internationalcomparisons.org is a “comprehensive research site on advanced democracies” that provides objective information on international quality of life indicators. Their most recent research data for years 2008-2011 per 1000 girls/women ages 15-19 show that of the 11 countries surveyed, the United States had the highest adolescent birth rate at 34.2%. The next highest was our mother country, the UK, at 25.1%. Compare this figure to the Netherlands at 9.3%, Germany at 8.2%, Denmark at 4.5%, Sweden at 5.9%, France at 11.9% and Italy at 6.5% (International Comparisons).  

So why the difference, one may ask? Research shows that American views on sex, sexuality, sex education, marriage, and relational commitments may possibly be the issue. Due to our Puritan historical roots we tend to believe that love and sex are one and the same and absolutely cannot be mutually exclusive. Yet is this realistic? For instance, far-right fundamentalists who favour outlawing abortion and overturning the U.S. Supreme Court’s Roe v. Wade decision of 1973 cannot grasp the fact that two of the things they greatly oppose, which are contraception and comprehensive sex education programs, absolutely have been proven to reduce the number of unplanned pregnancies and therefore, reduce the need for abortions. 

Why are these points important? They are important because it is becoming increasingly clear that European views on sex, sexuality, monogamy and marriage are not only vastly different from the American view, but may actually be healthier. Let’s face facts: marriage (Married Love) is for stability, friendship, and potentially raising children; sexual desire (Romantic Love) is an adrenaline rush of highs and lows, sexual madness, the romance of being appreciated by a new person, the joys of flirting, pursuing, and surreptitious coupling. Many Americans believe that “romantic love” is the same as “married love,” when in fact they are diametrically opposed. Romantic love (or in reality, sexual desire) is a delusional, brief insanity, while married love is pragmatic, long lasting and sane. Europeans know this fact inherently while Americans tend to fight it tooth and nail. Some of course will disagree – so let’s again go to the facts.

Sexual desire is defined by Regan as “a wish, need, or drive to seek out sexual objects or to engage in sexual activities” (Regan). Romantic love is defined as “the constellations of behaviours, cognitions, and emotions associated with a desire to enter or maintain a close relationship with a specific other person,” (Aron and Aron). Biochemically, biologically and physiologically, researchers Diamond and Dickerson found that there are areas of the human brain which are stimulated in a similar fashion in both romantic love (i.e. “sexual desire”) and married love (Diamond and Dickerson). However, they also found that pure sexual desire also stimulates different parts of the human brain, which are NOT stimulated in committed, long-term, emotionally invested relationships. They also discovered that some areas of the human brain are possibly stimulated in both cases, thus overlapping in the biochemical response neurologically in both committed relationships and those involving “pure” sexual desire. Thus future research is needed to determine if certain types of sexual desire may possibly be independent of married love experientially and neurologically.

If this is the case, then the increase in polyamorous relationships in the US (which are more standard in some European cultures) might indeed be a more practical, pragmatic, and sensible (not to mention mature) way to view relationships. Polyamorous is a term used to refer to individuals who do not hold to the view that sensual/sexual and relational/interpersonal exclusivity are necessary for profound, faithful, long-term loving relationships. “Sex is not essentially a primary focus in Polyamorous relationships, which usually consist of people seeking to build long-term relationships with more than one person on reciprocally agreeable grounds, and sex as only one aspect of their relationships. For many, such relationships are ideally built upon values of trust, loyalty and the negotiation of boundaries, as well as overcoming jealousy and possessiveness, and rejecting restrictive cultural standards” (wikipedia.org). 

Scientifically, biologically, and psychologically speaking, many Americans do comprehend all of the above information; we’re just not sure how it’s practiced. Yet if we were to look at the adult erotic film industry we might be able to begin to understand this concept. For instance, at SexArt and its family of websites, all of the models (male and female) demonstrate repeatedly their respect, fondness and affection for each other in a most emotionally healthy way. Yes, it is a profession; however there appears to be great care given to each other, and this is also apparent when we see “behind the scenes” video clips. Such care is not confined to the models but is obviously a part of the interaction of all parties working on the films – technical, directorial, production and so on – although it is considered “crossing the professional line” for the film crew to engage in physical intimacy with the models.

Coming from a parochial and conservative (read “RIGID religious culture), I honestly have trouble trying to wrap my head around the fact that these relationships appear to be so healthy – emotionally, physically, and psychologically. Let’s face it: European viewpoints on the physical and on sex (and alcohol) in particular are so vastly different and way more openly discussed than in the US, yet in most of the “civilized” countries which are a part of the EU, teen pregnancy is lower, alcoholism is lower, crime is lower. As an American I have to wonder, “How is this working?” I mean, seriously? No facetiousness intended at all here. How in the world do these relationships remain so healthy, strong, and committed to each other: as friends, as partners, as committed couples? And how is it possible that these individuals are so healthy emotionally and psychologically (as well as physically, obviously) in regards to their sexual nature and the expression of that nature? I think if half the western world could wrap their head around this concept it might go a long way towards dispelling the belief of adult erotica being a “nasty, horrible, abusive, dirty industry.”

Since America as a country is a relatively young one, (we are only a mere 239 years old!) we might need a bit more maturity as a culture in order for us to find another way of loving. Perhaps we need to think of a “loving” relationship as being one in which two deeply committed friends and soul mates share a bond that is deep and abiding, and that this steadfast and enduring love relationship is so pervasive and continuous that we might actually dare to experience other loves and even share them with each other. Such a relationship would take as a given that the friendship that endures between the lovers is more vital than the sexual love that flares between two friends. Many of us feel like we are aliens on a strange planet throughout most of our lives and because of this we, as humans, need relationships, nurturing, and closeness. Yet we also may – according to the facts and new research – occasionally need to go wild with another individual to whom we are sexually attracted; not because we do not “love” our partner, but because we know that what we share with that one special person is something different entirely than what we have ever found with anyone else, and because of this fact, we have no need of concern that there is “betrayal.”

It is clear in the movies on SexArt that the participants (both male and female) may have evolved beyond the territoriality that is inherent in us as a human species. It is also clear that many European cultures are moving towards such an evolution at a faster pace than the United States. One must remember that we as humans really are territorial by nature and tend towards jealousy if we feel threatened. A relationship like the one I describe above, and like those that appear to be exhibited by the participants in the industry, must obviously feel complete enough, fulfilled enough, and separate yet equal enough to not fear the destruction of the relationship from a brief coupling that is based purely on sexual desire and mutual affection. Such relationships have to presuppose emotional equality, material equality, and intellectual equality. And there absolutely have to be firm, unbreakable ground rules of honesty, mutual respect, and trust. If we as humans make the mistake of assuming a wedding ring or any symbol of commitment invariably acts as a substitute for chains, then “rebellion” in the relationship(s) will occur and escalate into an all out “world war.” The freedom to love must be respected, freely given by both individuals and must always guard against its greatest enemy: resentment. Perhaps we can learn these lessons from the professionals in the adult industry, as well as taking our cue from our European brothers and sisters.

 

WORKS CITED

Aron, AP and EN Aron. "Love and Sexuality" McKinney, K. & Sprecher, S. Sexuality in Close Relationships. Hillsdale: Lawrence Erlbaum Associates, n.d. 25-48.

Diamond, Lisa M. and Janna A. Dickerson. "The Neuroimaging of Love and Desire: Review and Future Directions." Clinical Neuropsychiatry 2012.

International Comparisons. www.internationalcomparisons.org. 2015. [16 August 2015] .

Regan, PC. "Of Lust and Love: Beliefs About The Role of Sexual Desire in Romatic Relationships." Personal Relationships 1998: 139-157.

 

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Sunsets (and Same-Sex Relationships)

Film Review and Discussion by Sydney L. Cubbins

 

One of the finest films this year and certainly among the finest available at SexArt, ‘Sunset on Charles Bridge’ is Andrej Lupin’s ‘Blue is the Warmest Colour’ – a gorgeous (and accurate) representation of the awakening of a lesbian relationship. Appropriately perhaps, it stars SexArt newcomers – auburn-haired beauty Angella Christin and blonde cutie Vanessa Staylon – as they explore the infancy of their relationship, unveiling same-sex sexual desires, and also learning to be comfortable with, and assert themselves as gay women. 

Between the timorous kisses, the timid licks and the tentative handling of each other’s bodies (and privates), the innocent inexperience of this couple is unmistakable. It suggests of both girls, a history of involvement in societally/religiously deemed, acceptable heterosexual relationships. Yet… here we see a burgeoning homosexual chemistry that is undeniable, and perhaps more importantly, beautiful… on a very human level. What excites me the most about that is, if Lupin deems it fitting (and I hope he does), this film may represent only the beginning of Angella and Vanessa’s story! And I love this idea - the on-screen portrayal of a very real same-sex relationship! 

And on the topic of same-sex relationships… Can you believe it’s just 10 years ago now when the late Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal caused a stir for the portrayal of gay cowboys, Ennis and Jack? I certainly can’t, and I think it shows just how far we’ve come, particularly in only the past decade I might add! Today I see same-sex relationships (for the most part) as a normal part of our lives. I know for example, that when I have a little girl, if she grew up to love women, I would support her whole-heartedly, just as long as I liked her partner of course ;) Kidding, she has my support no matter what. But I know others may feel differently about same-sex relationships. So what’s your stance, where do you weigh in?

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After Hours - An Interview with lovely Rose

 Interview by Sydney L Cubbins

I love 'After Hours'! It's the first of (hopefully) many VivThomas series to be written by our very own, and very talented... Rose! The premise is simple enough – it's all about leaving the stresses and worries of the working day behind, as we surrender to the (sexual) embrace of our loved ones – but it's the way that it's been conceptualised and brought to life that makes this film something very special. It's authentic, relatable and sexier than Adriana Lima herself! Suffice it to say, I was intrigued by the minds behind it. So I reached out to Rose, and asked her if I could pass her a few interview questions to answer for our members. She's as kind as she is talented and willingly agreed :) Here's the result :)

Can you tell us a little about the premise of the film? And what it means to you?

‘After Hours’ is all about that moment when you’ve finished work, you’re ready to unwind and have fun, and something happens to trigger that relaxation response within you. It could be kicking off your shoes and throwing your briefcase in the corner, or it could be something romantic, like your lover welcoming you home with a passionate kiss and a glass of something cold! I wanted to capture that moment when a smile from someone makes everything that’s happened during your working day just melt away, and all you can think about is touching that person.

Can you describe your writing process please?

I have all my best ideas in the shower… someone needs to invent a waterproof laptop! Words have always been my passion. I basically write in my head ALL the time – random thoughts, stories, letters, imaginary conversations, you name it! Writing a script was something new though, as I had to be aware of the practicalities of how things work on screen. Having spent time on set with Viv in the past, I think I had a pretty realistic grasp of what could be done. Once I start to write, I go really fast, it’s stream-of-consciousness stuff, and then I have to leave it and go back to it later to see if it’s any good or not!

Are there any influences in the film that we should know about?

I don’t even know where my influences come from – I’ve been a voracious reader since the age of four, and I love movies and big budget TV shows too. Binge-watching entire series is one of my vices! I have magpie tastes, but I’m very picky when it comes to erotica, I can’t stand anything badly written or badly filmed. I definitely thought a lot about what initially drew me to Viv Thomas’ films, and what I found most interesting about them. Chemistry between the girls and genuine passion are really vital to VT productions. Of course, it’s also fun to incorporate personal stuff – things that have happened to me, things I wish had happened to me, situations that turn me on. But you’ll have to guess which parts of ‘After Hours’ are based on my own experiences, I’m not telling!

What was it like to collaborate with new VivThomas director Guy Ranieri Sblattero?

It was amazing! First of all, he’s really creative – he can take an idea and turn it into something infinitely more interesting, just through the way he visualizes it. He’s also really open to new ideas, and wants to listen to the feedback from the members and do what pleases them. That’s very important to me, because it honours Viv’s vision of what he wanted his name to stand for. Writing for Guy is a lot of fun, too! It’s no secret that I have a weakness for Spanish girls – that dates back to attending a Spanish summer school when I was 18! For me, Spanish will always be ‘el lenguaje del amor.’ So as you can imagine, working with a Spanish director who can cast all these Hispanic honeys in the scripts I write is a major case of wish fulfillment!

It’s been many months since we last saw Lorena in a MetArt Films production. How did you (and Guy) entice her to the project?

That was all down to Guy, and I think it was probably his Spanish charm that swung it! Lorena always had a good experience working with Viv Thomas himself in the past, and of course she’s worked for SexArt and MetArt many times too, so she trusted that she was in good hands. When I wrote ‘After Hours,’ I actually had Lorena in mind, but I was too shy to ask – I felt like I was aiming too high! But Guy asked who I wanted for the movie and I finally said Lorena, not dreaming for a moment that he would actually make it happen!

What is your favourite scene from the film? And why?

I like them all for different reasons. Lorena speaking Spanish with Apolonia (who is just adorable!) is very special. The girls in this movie are incredible – Misha Cross is very sexy and edgy and cool, and Anna Siline is really sweet. But the opening scene, with Tracy Lindsay, just blows me away. The physical and emotional connection between Tracy and Lorena is very real, and the sex is super-hot. I will have to watch the whole movie a few more times before I can answer that question!

Do you have plans to continue writing for MetArt Films?

Absolutely! Guy is shooting one of my scripts at the moment, and I am working on more. It’s an absolute buzz to see what he creates from what I write. I want to work more on developing the characters and stories, as that’s what I enjoy watching. And I really appreciate how nice everyone has been about what I’ve done so far. I think the MetArt Network produces high-class erotica that’s in a different league to anything I’ve seen elsewhere, so to play a small part in that process is very exciting.

I hope you enjoyed reading :) As always comments and feedback are welcome, and would be immensely appreciated. If you love Rose and love her writing, please show your support! The more you guys do, the more likely we'll see more of her work in the future! :)

 

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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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Above – an erotic reaction

An erotic reaction to Above, by Sydney L. Cubbins

Sexart Feature Film Above - Directed by Alis Locanta - Starring  Lexie Dona & Uma

When director Andrej Lupin and his team hit the erotic mark, boy-oh-boy do they hit it! In their latest feature ‘Above,’ I was granted the ever-so-lucky privilege of watching (Victoria’s Secret-worthy) Angels Lexie Dona and Uma Zex share their passions, their desires and their super sexy love!

With a unique aesthetic, the film employs the use of imaginative overhead shots, which swoop across our tantalizing brunette and her sexy blondie partner. As I watched soft lips and enticing tongues French kiss; gazed at silky legs and beautiful feet and toes :) admired the perfect dimples that rest just above Lexie’s pretty pert ass; and was awed by Ms. Uma’s racy loveheart-shaped bottom, draped in Valentine’s-Red attire I might add; I couldn’t help but think… I’M IN HEAVEN! And I know this much, the view from here… it really is to die for! The relationship between these ladies was just so gorgeous, so cute and adorable, and at the same time so erogenous. I could ‘feel’ the attraction as eyes met; as flirty smiles and giggles were shared; as fingers interlocked; and cute kisses to the inner thigh and asshole, how naughty! ;) were planted. These angels were perfectly in tune, just as lovers should be!

Lexie’s Pleasure

Uma begins the affair by playfully gliding her tongue against Lexie’s pretty little girl. I thought it was so gorgeous how Lexie responded, rocking her body and grinding and rotating her hips, pushing her clit just that little bit harder against her lover’s mouth. It brought a smile to my face too because I could see Uma’s hair getting ruffled up as a result, aww... Almost bringing her partner to orgasm, Uma slows the pace, lifting her attention from Lexie’s slit, she redirects it to her abs and nipples, swirls her tongue around them before kissing her and moving back down below. What came next was my favourite though! Uma spreads Lexie, ballerina-style and begins to pump her pussy with her fingers, and little Lexie helps herself out by rubbing her clit too. Duel stimulation is just the best! But what really sent me into overdrive was when naughty Uma kissed, licked and nibbled on Lexie’s neck and ears. It sent shivers down my spine; I can only imagine what it would have done to pretty Lexie! As things heated up, and Lexie approached her orgasm, it was scorching hot to see how her disheveled hair fell over her face, and how her cutie butt bounces against Uma’s forearm. Watching it at last clench and squeeze during her powerful orgasm was incredible! And then to see Uma wander back down to Lexie’s pussy post orgasm and give it (and her asshole) a cute lick and kiss was so adorable and intimate: the perfect finish!

Sexart Feature Film Above - Directed by Alis Locanta - Starring  Lexie Dona & Uma

Uma’s Indulgence

The first thing I noticed when Lexie began to return the favour, was that Uma had two cutie bumps on the areola of her right nipple, and that Lexie’s wet tongue didn’t miss them. As Lexie begins to undresses her partner, Uma’s luscious, long legs are revealed! I wonder just how many kisses it would take to make sure every inch of them was covered? Lexie then places her soft tongue against Uma’s wet slit, and the two perfectly contour to each other: it’s as if they were made for each other, and it’s not long before Uma is approaching climax… But speaking of contouring, as Uma lifts her arms above her head and rests them against the lounge pillow, she reveals just how toned and perfect her body is: her shoulders and biceps have most definitely been carved by angels! As Lexie continues to lick her partner to orgasm, I love how that one strand of hair falls down the left side of her face. I think Uma must have too, because it’s not long before she’s moaning in orgasmic delight! She must have been so hot and bothered for Lexie… and she still is! ‘Ms. Insatiable Sexual Appetite’ wants more! With her ass in the air, Uma presents her juicy pussy to Lexie once again, and Lexie’s fingers glide in effortlessly. Finger-banging her partner, Lexie places her right hand around her partner’s neck from behind and pumping her hard, brings her to yet another astounding orgasm!

Sexart Feature Film Above - Directed by Alis Locanta - Starring  Lexie Dona & Uma

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The lesbian lovers’ perfect end! Oh, how I love 69! And even more when I get to watch it from ‘Above’! Lexie and Uma loved it even more than me though. Here Lexie has her second orgasm, and Uma, now a sweaty mess of beautiful perfection (I think have a sweat fetish!), has her third! I thought it was just so charming too, how Lexie, mid orgasm, tries to keep pleasing her partner, but to no avail. After just one lick, she lays back, mouth open, surrendering in bliss! Such a pretty girl! To watch the girls post sex, giggle, and smile, and intimately kiss, and look in each other eyes, and hold hands… Aww… it just made me feel so special and so in love! Thank you angels! You two are perfection!

Sexart Feature Film Above - Directed by Alis Locanta - Starring  Lexie Dona & Uma

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Memento: Reordered and Decoded

– A Film Review by Sydney L. Cubbins
Here’s the problem with stylistic writers/directors: they often have trouble getting you to care about their characters. So, how is it that Alis Locanta, a renowned stylist, took arguably the last decade’s most stylistic concept, from arguably the last decade’s most stylistic director, and generated the most affecting character-driven film available at SexArt? Well, because if Love For Sale was a tale of sexual fulfillment, Memento is its emotionally fulfilling sister. Here, Locanta has delivered an intriguing and involving puzzle about love, lust, loss and lessons, and with it, established himself an anomaly: a stylist capable of dealing with authentic human emotion. 
 
First Relationship  |  Third Act:  Tracy Lindsay
 
The ‘Third Act’ introduces us to Mango’s original lover, Ms. Tracy Lindsay, and it becomes very clear, very quickly, that this long-term relationship has grown unbalanced and unhinged. Power favors those that love the least, and here it rests with Tracy the domineering blonde, as she selfishly lusts for sexual satiation and offers nothing in return once it’s attained. Becoming increasingly introverted, frustrated and disheartened, Mango struggles to unearth even the faintest hint of the adulation and compassion she so desires. Her relationship, now beyond her control, has evolved into something poisonously sexual, and not only emotionally unfulfilling, but emotionally damaging. The longer this dance with the devil continues, the further she grows from her, and, from herself. Mind-over-heart, Mango lamentably forces herself to at last accept her lover’s true colours. Facing her fears and even overcoming Tracy’s intendedly redemptive advances, Mango courageously ends the relationship for good. 
 
Second Relationship  |  Second Act:  Lola Reve
 
In the ‘Second Act’, we meet Mango’s second lover, Ms. Lola Rêve, as we uncover inklings of Mango’s emotional evolution in the wake of Tracy’s departure. Here, the sexual encounters are passionate, romantic and most notably, shared. Mango has decidedly found a partner dissimilar to Tracy in almost every single way. As perfectly suited as they seem, however, the taste of Mango’s last relationship continues to haunt her, and this time she has her guard up. A little more informed, though a little less optimistically so, she’s wary of commitment and frightened of the pain associated with emotionally investing in another; a hesitation likely shared by her partner. Their relationship is suitably an ‘on-again, off-again’, primarily sexually-oriented affair, offering them, but also allowing them to keep just the right amount of distance from a little thing called love. But within lies the problem, and the reason emotional unfulfillment lingers. Whatever gifts are given, and whatever flirtatiously lustful glances are shared, and have been shared before. Mango impassively watches Lola pack her suitcase again; it’s clear that for now at least, this relationship can never truly fulfill.
 
Third Relationship  |  First Act:  Alexa Tomas
 
The film’s ‘First Act’ presents us to Mango’s third and final lover, Ms. Alexa Tomas, and it’s here we play witness to the warmest and most fulfilling relationship of the Memento series. Loving, caring and fervently sexual Mango; regretfully having realized she should’ve committed unreservedly to Lola; has fallen hard and fast for the girl, and the relationship that has eluded her for so long. Memories of her past suddenly seem distant and unimportant, and Alexa is all that matters now, or least, that’s what she’d like to believe. Alas, this relationship had an expiration date stamped on it the moment Alexa, the traveller, walked into Mango’s life. And while Alexa, however disagreeably, seems to have accepted that fate, Mango has yet to come to terms with it. Having let Lola escape her, this position is all too familiar, and this time it’s even more devastating. As the joy segues into sadness and ecstasy into melancholy, Mango tearfully watches her third chance at love slip beyond her grasp.
 
There After…
 
Confused and addled by grief, a black and white ‘Thereafter’ depicts Mango in the present, as she battles with memory and emotion. Cycling through lovers and experiences past, she contemplates and surrenders to the tides of loss, lust and love. Through trials, tribulations and failed relationships, each one informing and educating the next, Mango has lived and learned. The key element to a successful and durable relationship is a shared commitment from both partners to fulfill not only the sexual, but also the emotional needs of their significant other. And it’s with this vital knowledge that Mango will enter the next colourful chapter of a new, or possibly revisited, relationship.

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Ariel Rebel: my first experience of shooting for SexArt!

I masturbated in the bathroom, on the plane, on my way to Barcelona…

It’s not something I do often, but I was fighting the urge to do it right under the warm blanket, while sitting in my seat. It wouldn’t have been fair on the lady beside me trying to sleep. If it had been a hot guy, I would have probably take the risk, but you know... boundaries *^_^* lol! 

When I came out of the bathroom, I realized there were a few people waiting, and it made me wonder... did they hear my scream of pleasure through the bathroom door? Maybe. Did I care? Not really!

Looking through the window as we ascended through the sky, I fantasized about all the naughty things I was going to do to Lola Reve, Anissa Kate and Amarna Miller. A lot of dirty sex dreams had emerged from my first encounters with Lola and Anissa back in July 2013, while shooting my first DVD features under the Dorcel banner. We all had such a connection from the first glance, such desire and passion, which made the shooting even more exciting than I expected. I knew seeing them again would be incredible, and it was an opportunity that I couldn’t resist. When the talented director Alis Locanta contacted me about the possibility of shooting for SexArt, my heart jumped inside my chest and my tummy started to tingle. Ok, maybe not just my tummy! *^_^* Nervous, excited, anxious, overwhelmed… a lot of sensations went through my head and then down my spine. I felt all the little hairs on my body rising, leaving behind a warm and intense feeling of joy and excitement. After all, I had been a huge fan of SexArt for ages, and always wondered if one day I would also have the chance to shoot for the site. 

There is something about erotic and sensual pornography that really grabs me more than any other type of adult entertainment. It is for this very reason that I was happy to take control over my official website – ArielRebel.com – and my career, seven years ago. It meant I could start shooting the type of scene that is so exciting for me to perform, while pleasing my creative spirit by still keeping a very artistic, yet dirty twist. I would like to take this opportunity to say a big thank you to the SexArt crew for giving me my first chance… Now let’s all keep our fingers crossed so it happens again, ok?

As I anticipated, the scenes with Lola Reve and Anissa Kate were amazing. Lola, with her cute and spunky attitude, made me laugh so much while we were on set and off set. I also loved having another opportunity to taste her again. I was even more excited to know that she came down to Barcelona for this single scene, just because she wanted to fuck me again… So hot, right?  

Before she went back to France, on the last night, we cuddled for the longest time in our shared bedroom, enjoying some girly chat like two best friends that haven’t seen each other in a while. It was sweet and intimate, and I miss her already.

Funnily enough, Anissa Kate has always intimidated me a little. When I look at her gorgeous figure, AMAZING tits and beautiful eyes, I can’t help being envious of her sex appeal. She is more experienced than me and I wonder if I’m good enough for her when we shoot. I want her to dominate me, to tell me what she wants me to do to her, and direct me in realizing her hottest fantasies. I’m just her little sex toy. I let her use me as she wanted and it was awesome.

On my last day, I had the chance to meet the incredible Amarna Miller. Let me say this first – this was my coolest scene ever! Amarna is a natural, she loves sex, loves to eat pussy and it really shows. From the first second we met online, about a year ago, I knew we could be great friends, and it was confirmed when I had her in front of me. She has the cutest little manga voice and everywhere she goes, she seems to spread a little ray of sunshine that keeps everybody in a great mood. It makes sex with her very memorable. Too bad we live so far away from each other, because I would absolutely hang out with her every day if I could. I would gladly fuck her again on camera and off camera, any time! I cannot wait for you to see the chemistry we shared during our scene; I really think this one will be the hottest of the bunch.

Once again, I would like to thank everybody at SexArt for giving me the chance to spread my wings (and legs) for your awesome website. I hope you guys will enjoy the fruits of our hard work and I’m looking forward to meeting you all on the site!

Love,

Ariel xxxx

 

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Love For Sale: Harder + Cross-dressing – Review, Part I

When Tracy “think(s) about the universe”, she can’t help but think it ever expansive, ever alluring, and yet ever elusive: a grand canvas of intriguing possibilities that seemingly always exceed her grasp. “(Her) only desire (is) to (attempt to) explore it, (understand it) and experience it as fully as possible”. It seems that for her, these sentiments apply to sexuality also, and, though only now becoming consciously aware of it … love too.

His bravest, boldest, grandest, and yet most emotionally intimate work to date, the interestingly titled ‘Love For Sale’ is Alis Locanta’s ‘Interstellar’: an ode to humanity’s ‘universal’ [intended as polysemy] experiences with the complexities of love and sexuality.

Sexuality

When we first meet Tracy her views on love and sexuality are divorced, sentiments distinct of one another, each represented by a separate life: one of “light”, which she presents to the outside world, and another “behind the door”, her “dark” and “secret” one. The intelligent woman she is however, Tracy understands that there are no ‘Secret(s): [Vol. 2]’ to it. Though invigorating, her first foray into prostitution involves a rather icy Dom/Sub encounter, one lacking fulfilling ‘Heat: [Vol. 2]’. Yet Tracy seems to have acknowledged this fact, accepting that she’s fundamentally a ‘Slave: [Vol. 2]’ “ready to sell what (her customer) wants”: a service through which Agatha is able to push and test the limits of her sexuality. And for now, Tracy seems introspectively resolved to play her role as the “bought and paid for” prostitute. 

Her meeting is essentially a ‘Ballo: [Vol. 2]’ for one; or more accurately, a Ballo for each. I say that because, given her articulations, Tracy’s profession seems to provide a satisfying scenario to her also. Through prostitution Tracy’s able to earn a significant sum of money, and thus make a comfortable living; but more significantly, she, like her customers, is able to ‘comfortably’ satiate “the dark side of (her) nature”, her “secret” life.

Though at this point in time she may believe otherwise, I don’t think Tracy’s role as a prostitute, and the impact it has upon her life, or lives, is as unimportant or uninfluential as her soliloquies suggest. In fact, the contemplative, “complicated” and perplexing being she is, Tracy regularly contradicts her own minimalistic assertions about how the universe “puts all our little lives into perspective”: a distinct sign she’s still learning. On the whole, Tracy’s story is far from “black and white, easy or simple”; it’s a grand explorative journey as she discovers that her life and desires are “bigger than (prostitution and sexuality), so much bigger”.

A Kiss That Changed Everything

Yes, “it’s fucking hot”, but for my liking, Tracy’s life “behind the door” is not what she, or we for that matter, would consider to be ‘truly’ fulfilling. I don’t get the feeling Tracy genuinely wants to be a prostitute. Given the fact that she’s expressed a desire to “never ever want to go back” however; I think it’s safe to say she immensely enjoys being ‘used’ as one. Despite this, I think she’s searching for something deeper and more complete; something that perhaps amalgamates with sexuality… and it was a single kiss that informed Tracy that such a thing exists. 

Through that kiss and its aftermath, we’re able to gain sincerest psychological and emotional insight into how Tracy currently views herself, her lives and consequently, her ideas of love and sexuality. Her pensive reaction and its eventual outcome; an ensuing encounter supposedly “dealing in sincerity (and) passion” with customer number two (Amarna); indicate that her attitudes are changing.

(Nearly) Love

No longer ‘going gentle into that good night’, prostitution venture number two finds Tracy throwing herself enthusiastically into the unknown yet again. This time around however, she’s a little wiser, a little more informed, but at the same time, a little misled.

Tracy begins to postulate how we as humans are often “afraid” of exploring the “dark side of our nature”, particularly within our intimate, loving relationships. Her thoughts ‘St(r)ay’ toward feelings of vulnerability and judgment, something we personally, (for the most part), cultivate in so-called ‘true’ love. “Afraid to talk about it”, we’re uncertain as to what we “can safely explore without going too far, or becoming something or someone else’. Thus we “(deny our) freedom and (deny) who or what (we) really are”: “giv(ing) up (our) ability to feel, to express, and to experience truthfully”. Ultimately, (and again, for the most), we contribute to own sexual dissatisfaction, which for whatever reasons, drives us to search for “what (we) want (somewhere) else”. I think what Tracy wants is someone she can love warmly and deeply, but at the same time with dark “energy and passion”: a princess/prince on the streets and a prostitute in the sheets. Unfortunately it’s those misunderstood sentiments that take Tracy’s journey on a heart-wrenching turn.

As reliable a narrator as those in Shakespeare’s ‘Hamlet’, Tracy is unable to perceive the flaws in the evolution of her thinking pattern. That one powerful kiss and her subsequent encounter with Amarna have deluded her into believing that love can be found in prostitution. But the metaphor of something fake existing between these women cannot be ignored. Tracy is still a “bought and paid for” prostitute, and as much as our title suggests otherwise, prostitution is ‘Sex For Sale’. 

Yet as I’ve said above, Tracy’s life and desires are “bigger than (prostitution and sexuality”. She and her customers are not so different from each other. She’s a prostitute for the same reason her clients use her, and yet they, like her, are searching for sex in that form because they’re desires are not being satiated in loving relationships either. These women aren’t searching for sex per se; they’re searching for a loving relationship that is sexually fulfilling. And for all those “hours and hours (spent) gazing at the stars and wondering, (if) maybe there was someone like (her) on a another planet, thinking about the same things”, all Tracy needs to do is turn her gaze to the answers right in front of her…

End, Part I.

Your thoughts and feedback please. It would be immensely appreciated. Tell me what you think about Tracy and her journey so far and where you think it’s headed… I have an idea, but I’d like to hear yours first please.

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The Heat Vol 2 - An exploration of sex in its warmest and most fulfilling form

Something I’ve always done is keep a tab on the films I view each year that spark my interest, my emotions and provoke thought long after having watched them. With the reviews I write, I try to analyze these films, gathering a deeper understanding and respect for them from a filmic, conceptual and in the case of SexArt, an erotic perspective. 
 
My first post on the SexArt Blog is largely a review for Alis Locanta’s ‘The Heat: Vol. 2’, my favorite SexArt film of 2014, and in fact, my favorite SexArt film to date. I hope you’ll enjoy reading about my favorite film, and more than anything I hope that it will add depth and insight as to how you view it. 
 
But I don’t want my review to be the only one. With films such as Stay, Lonely, and Spin Cycle, (just to name a few), SexArt 2014 has offered some of the most innovative erotic cinema ever seen. I challenge you to review your favorite SexArt film of 2014. Tell the SexArt team (and me) about the filmic, conceptual and/or erotic aspects that took ahold of you, and what makes the film you love so special to you? With your insight, the SexArt team will be able to gain a better understanding of what it is its audience likes, what it wants to see more of, and how they can then implement this knowledge into future films. The rules are however, you can only pick one film and it must be from 2014. So how about I kick things off: without ado, I give you Alis Locanta’s, ‘The Heat: Vol. 2’. 
 
More than anything what intrigued me most about this film, was the concept it presented. In the vein of ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’, ‘Life of Pi’ and one of my more recent film favorites, ‘Locke’, Locanta offers only the purposefully incomplete context of his concept. With psychological edge, he then invites us to thoughtfully consider the film and discover its layer and meaning for ourselves. Thus the film becomes that which we determine it to be. And based on my understanding of the film, I can say that not only does it carry a beautiful sentiment pertaining to sex, and in a broader sense, relationships, but concurrently important educational value about these topics. 
 
That being that behind ‘The Heat’, i.e. the passionate and powerful physical connection that drives our sex lives, lays a very intimate bond founded on mental and emotional connection. In summary: that sex in it’s ‘warmest’ and most fulfilling form, is fashioned by establishing 3 types of bonds, each as valuable and important as the next: physical, mental and emotional.
 
Physical Bond
The physical bond refers to the attraction or pull we feel towards one another and further, the (explicit) entanglement of our bodies. This aspect of our sex lives is explored most evidently in the scenes where Lola Rêve and Tania G are together. These BDSM influenced scenarios radiate with ‘Heat’, and are accentuated by: the unrivaled sex appeal of our actresses, the ‘kink’-flavored costume design of Eva Dividendo and the considerate hair and makeup of Rita Rola. 
 
 
Mental Bond
The mental bond is derived from our ability to focus 'in-the-moment' and specifically cherish for the given time period, the sexual endeavors we are participating in. It refers to our ability to dissolve concerns and fears, and instead relish in stimulatory thought. Accomplishment of all the above best permits the bonding of minds. To this end our actresses solo scenes convey this most effectively. As we gaze into our actress’ eyes (Lola Rêve’s specifically), and they back at us, the world vanishes. It’s them, and the viewer, and nothing else matters... 
 
 
Emotional Bond
The emotional bond refers the uniting of spirit and soul, that is, our partner’s thoughts, fears, dreams, and desires, their individuality and the very essence of their being. Locanta’s postlude captures the nature of this type of bond with unrivaled intelligence. Without so much as looking at her partner, Lola Rêve’s remarkable expressivity conveys the sensation of Tania G’s every touch; only... Lola Rêve is never touched. The intimacy of the emotional bond, something that can only be established with time, trust and sensitivity; has not only brought Lola Rêve into Tania G’s sexual centre, but privileged her to merge with it. And so we have, through the establishment of 3 types of bonds: physical, mental and emotional, sex in its warmest and most fulfilling form.
 
 
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Some fun changes to our blog

registerYou know… we really want to chat to you and to read your comments about our work, the fun we have on the job and the other interesting things we post about the models we work with.

So, we have decided to make it a little easier for you to interact with us. You can register on this blog and then you’ll see an activity stream, where all the things happening on the blog will be listed. It’s kind of like a “recent posts” page or like your Facebook news feed.

I mean you wouldn’t want to miss anything we put out would you?

Have fun and if you have any questions, just leave a comment. Come on, we’d love to hear from you!

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On Location Making Snow

hiddenLast year we had a project fall apart on us, you might remember me talking about it. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong that week. It got to the point where I started doing wild and crazy things just to salvage something from the week. I’ve been wondering what the heck to do with all the footage we took, none of it makes any sense. We had a few cracking girls doing some particularly sexy things, but it has no coherency. Chikita, Lola, Zoe, Bianca, Gina B, all ended up doing some great work which I can’t bear to see sit on the shelf next to my desk! It occurred to me that we could make the project into a documentary with behind the scenes, interviews with crew and what we did manage to film all put together. So, question… What happens when you hide a camera in the bedroom of two models on location? Answer – they break the microphone.

Hawthorne, go fuck yourself.

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Freckles

freckles1If you like girls with freckles, red heads, or girls playing instruments while (mostly) nude then this is the tumblr micro blog for you!

I like nice light freckles on a girl, it can be cute. I wasn’t aware there was really a fetish for it although it seems most things have some kind of fetishistic following these days. The person updating this blog can’t have an easy time finding pictures of freckle-faced girls playing instruments nude but I suppose that is the beauty of our world wide global community!

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Lesbians Out And About

outEveryone knows we are all very fond of Gina and Peaches here. They have been trying recently to promote their new site but the poor girls have had all kinds of troubles, first financially (*which is now all sorted*) then from someone trying to throw mud on them for no reason. It’s really unfair. I don’t understand why people just can’t accept these two and let them get on with things, they are adult models, of coure they have strange lives, but they are also really honest and down to earth girls and that is why people love them.

I’ve been enjoying their blog and At-Home videos, they have a certain charm which I find very appealing. Anyway I saw this video below and it made me think how difficult it must be sometimes, when they are out if they hold hands people stare, if they have a little kiss people scorn, some men get jealous – especially since neither girl has ever done any straight modeling work. I know that some people don’t like public displays of affection (usually those who either aren’t in love or aren’t getting any) but it must be horrible to actually have to hide your affection for someone you love.

I’ve never had to do that, so it made me think. I wonder what our female forum members feel about it? Is it common to keep your affections at home, or do you get to the stage, possibly like Gina and Peaches have, where you don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks and if anyone is going to frown upon your affections for your partner, then it’s their problem.

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Bromance Is In The Air

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Bromance, in case like me you’ve just heard about it, is defined as “A non-sexual relationship between two men that are unusually close”. It’s a joining of the two words ‘brother’ and ‘romance’.

There’s even now a cheesy MTV show called Bromance and according to the article by Sundance review on the film Humpday, there is a flick coming to theaters in Spring called ‘I Love You Man’, which is, “…carrying some bromantic-comedy-of-the-year-buzz”.

A quick look at www.urbandictionary.com shows a plethora of bro related words including ‘Bromance Day‘, ‘Bromantic Comedy‘, and my favourite “Bromancing the Stone“, which whilst it seems a little unrelated, means the act of truly and thoroughly enjoying the process of getting and/or being high/stoned.

So at last there seems to be a new word to replace the otherwise gay sounding word of ‘Guy Love’, which i had heard was the term to explain two close heterosexual males before this new word came on the scene. Who says Bromance is dead eh?

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In The Family – Secret Revealed!

When we made In The Family there was a young girl called Delilah who joined the cast after the disaster we had with post-AVN-party no-shows. It was meant to be Sarah Blake eating her pussy that afternoon, instead it was Angela ‘the squirting queen’ Stone, who was kind of finding the whole thing rather amusing.

So Delilah was really getting into the swing of things, she understood what we were after and wasn’t confused by “the strange English (I’m not even English) guys who don’t want us to cuss and spit and fuck each other like possessed sex demons.” Which is exactly how we were known in L.A.

Angela was doing a good job of eating out Delilah though (it was a real ‘eyes roll into the back of the head orgasm!), so much so that after she came she had to tell Angela to stop, causing the squirting queen to give a look to the camera like “uh, did I just make that girl cum?” I cut it out of the final movie with some clever editing, but here it is in it’s uncut glory complete with the behind the scenes clip of ‘what happened next,’ courtesy of Hugh G Rection.

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Spunks Girls – Carol Voderman

Carol Voderman is a 48 year-old Welsh maths genius, an MBE, a detox expert, lover of Richard Whitely and Des Lynam, one of Britain’s highest paid women, and now she is also one of Spunks girls, talking to me in her Welsh accent saying things like “…oh Spunk that is bloody lovely that is, you are going to make me cum now in a minute, I’m going to have more orgasms than decimals in pi…” etc.

Carol also has the same reverse-aging disease which Brad Pitt has in his latest movie The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button, and now the super smart lady is looking lovelier than ever.

I don’t know why but Carol has always reminded me of my old English teacher Mrs. Cunningham, who was a tanned, naughty little thing. The kids used to call her “butter legs” because they were frequently spread. She was eventually fired for having a five-way with four sixth form boys on the common room foosball-table. Unfortunately I was not one of the lucky four, who later became known as the ‘Foosball-Flora-Four.’

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Heart Shaped Boobs

I’ve heard of a heart shaped ass before but we don’t hear much about heart shaped boobs do we – like these lovely breasts.

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War Is No Laughing Matter

I find these outtakes slightly surreal, it might be the uniforms or the hysterical laughing coming from all angles, I don’t know.

At times it feels like they’re all on magic mushrooms or someone has filled the room with laughing gas, it gets pretty weird don’t you think?

My favourite is Mark (in previous blog post with Sammy-Jayne) trying to say “bastard.” He’s got some acting chops on him, he really gives it his all. Good man.

Clip from War and Sex

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When Porn Stars Fall In Love

Here’s a new blog series I thought I’d start. It doesn’t happen too often, but when it does happen and you allow it to flow then you capture something most producers never do – reality. Chemistry is something that you just can’t force, it happens naturally and unexplainably.

Now I was going to post a new clip from Most Subscribed with Peaches and Gina here (Gina came three times) but as I was watching the footage just moments ago, I realized it was just to good to tease you all with at such an early date, there was a party going on in my pants and everyone was invited. So instead I’m going to tell the short story of Mya and Tristan.

We were trying to find couples who would be good to film for The Art Of Sex, and we were in Spain when it looked we had our first pair. Mya, a very horny, very fucking sexy and tiny Hungarian girl had fallen for Tristan. During the photoset she was wet, and I mean sopping wet! They were kissing, making love, just really getting into it. Afterwards they cuddled outside, and she asked him…”Can I kiss you?” He replied in his sexiest French accent – “You are so beautiful…” and they kissed. I looked at Stern, Stern looked to Viv, who in turn looked at me, and we all said in union “The Art Of Sex.”

So we asked them if they were up for it, and of course they were. Then we just let it happen. Thirty minutes of the most incredible love making between man and woman that I’ve ever recorded. Below I have grabbed a couple of quite random short snippets from the scene and strung them together roughly. I urge anyone who hasn’t seen this yet to take a look, it really is quite incredible. And then buy or download The Art Of Sex because there is more than one scene like this in the movie.

They fell in love that week. I caught them fondling and flirting constantly, watching movies together until late, eying each other up over dinner, watching each other work. Then when it was time for everyone to go home they had to say their goodbyes, tears were shed, kisses exchanged, and he even did a running wave after the taxi as she disappeared from his life forever. Well actually if I had to put money on it the first thing he did when he got back on French soil was delete the string of text messages they’d exchanged, tell his girlfriend he had to go away again, then flown her to the land of love and French Bread to screw like rabbits for another week. He told me she had a pussy “like silk.” Fucking lucky French bastard.

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Olympic Bodies.

Ok so I might have missed the boat a little on this one because it finished last weekend unfortunately. But for two weeks there was a lot to enjoy in terms of athletic, tight, young, firm, incredible bodies, amazingly taut, tight, young, hot bodies, wonderfully young, hard, flexible bodies, and….uh….horse riding, what the fuck is that doing in the Olympics?

So yeah, it was all about the womens gymnastics for me, wow, those girls are just unbelievable, the moves they can do, how they can manipulate their bodies into those positions, it’s jaw-dropping. Personally I don’t think the British TV coverage was up to much, far too much horse riding (horse riding, what the fuck!?), far too much sailing and rowing (yawn) and way too much biking (fucking riding a bike, are you having a laugh, I’ve been doing it since I was 4). No where near enough womens beach vollyball, and to be quite honest not close to enough womens gymnastics. Highlights just aren’t enough I’m afraid.

I mean for fucks sake, I get home from a long day at work only to find that China are playing Brazil in Womens Beach Vollyball, and it’s raining! Oh yes! Turn on the TV and what are they showing? Rowing. Fucking rowing. So we have tight young women playing beach vollyball in the rain, wearing nothing but bikini’s…and what do they show, four guys rowing a boat. No no no no!

Another time I’m waiting patently for the coverage of the final of the Individual Womens Gymnastics, ok, I’ll wait. What do we get? 15 minutes of highlights showing Shawn Johnson and that incredible Chinese girl who won everything, but no one else! Where were the Romanians, the Brazilians! The Russians, the Ukrainians! Come on! Damn it. Next time around I’m getting interactive Sky+.

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Oral Sex – Blowjobs by Avril

Sorry it’s been a while since my first blog, I wanted to start blogging but I’ve been really busy, I really have.

As most of you know, I have had the pleasure of enjoying the company of both men and women over the years, and there’s one thing that really excites me, and that is giving and receiving oral sex.
I believe that when a guy receives a blow job it’s like a vehicle for him to feel in control and powerful over the woman, which is nice sometimes, like I am submitting to him, going down on my knees and pleasuring him. But it need not be like that all the time. Sometimes I like to take control and really fuck his dick with my mouth, to really use my wet hand, my spit, my lips and my throat to have him under my control completely. Sometimes its good to tell him to close his eyes, and to leave him without the visual and only the physical sensations. If it’s a performance of pure lust it can be so much more than just a stepping stone to sex. Same with cunnilingus, if I just eat away at the pussy, devouring it – but more on this in another blog. One thing that is really important in both, you need to enjoy giving as much as receiving.

In the early stages of a relationship a blow job can be used to titillate the partner into believing that this is only the beginning and I am capable of much more, like saying I can take you to sensual heights and if the giver is very good, and can give them spontaneously, then this belief can and often does capture the taker, hook line and sinker, and all good and bad relationships are generally started in this way. Then the giver really does experience a sense of power and excitement over the taker especially when it leads to becoming a couple and the act becomes a loving one, a need to see that person again.

When couples move on it becomes a fun way to start your fore play, which is so often and very nearly always neglected. It is a vehicle to entice and stimulate both parties until they feel the only way forward is to satisfy themselves totally by giving in to their lust.

Spit or swallow – the eternal question. I believe it is a preference of the individual. Men seem to have a fixation about us swallowing his semen and perhaps if the provider wanted to give the ultimate gift and be guaranteed a place of remembrance then I would suggest, swallow, but why do it on your own? Share your tasty mouthful with your partner! I always try that one!
Here I have asked one of the boys to upload a clip of a nice blowjob! Enjoy!

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    Is it the younger sister from Eve Angel ? Look at her face ! ;-)

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    It's funny, when I first saw her here I was not aware that she is actually a full blown hardcore pornmodel, she always looks like such a "soft" and mild kitten here on SexArt and then she is actually a wild tigress hehe :-P

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    Kat_Vaughn1 2 days ago

    Thank you, Rose! and WOW with this photo... The Rose film was scorching hot also. I was a bit envious of Miki. It's been a fantasy of mine to have Talia Mint seduce me with roses.

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    With yesterday's heinous acts against the british people, it couldn't be more fitting that today's update features such an amazing girl from the UK.

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    Hi Benny, not so far but I hope it will happen soon, she is amazing!

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    HI Rose,
    is there any production scheduled with Belle Claire for Viv.Thomas?
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    This is scorching hot, Kat!

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