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Sheer delight: Katrin's stocking stuffing show

Erotic fiction inspired by Katrin Tequila in “Stockings 2

How do you define a good woman? For some, it means a woman who takes care of them. One who cooks, cleans, acts like some kind of maid, as if we were still in 1950s America. For me, a good woman is someone who cares about me, one that enjoys my desires as much as I do.

Katrin is my good woman. Katrin knows what I like and exactly how to turn me on. And what I like is pantyhose. Nylons. Stockings. I like them all. I love the way they look on her legs, and it drives me crazy when she wears them for me.

When Katrin is wearing pantyhose and nothing else, I get hard instantly staring at her pussy, the lips folded back behind the sheer gauze of her nylons, the seam like a reflection of her pussy folds.

Truth is, Katrin is not a big fan of stockings, she sees them as something from a time gone by, something very old fashioned; but since she knows I love them, she indulges me. That’s why it means so much to me. And when she indulges me, she goes all the way…

I woke up one Saturday morning to see Katrin walk into the room fully dressed in a cute little cerise cocktail dress and full make up. She glanced over at me to make sure I was watching, and headed for the drawer where we keep all the nylons. Her fingers flicked through a selection of new ones before she pulled out a pack. She took off her dress to stand totally naked before me, turning around slowly to let me see her from all angles, but acting like she didn’t know I was looking at her. 

I watched, mesmerised, my arousal undeniable beneath the sheets, as she breathed in the smell of a fresh pack of stockings, taking her time to open them. They were flesh toned, the kind that needed no garters. Katrin knew I was watching, so she didn’t need to look over at me, she just went on stoking my desire as she stretched one of the stockings between her hands, rubbing it over her face and between her lips, then using it to brush her pierced nipples.

Usually, it was me that went to the drawer and chose a pair, and it was me that helped her into them and me that stroked them, toyed with them, rubbed myself over them. But here she was, doing exactly what I liked to do. It was turning me on so powerfully I had to throw the sheets off me to let my cock stand up without restraint.

Katrin rolled one stocking over her arm, then took the other and crammed the foot of it right inside her pussy! I wanted to leap out of bed right then and pull it from her wet hole to wrap it around my face and cock, breathe in the heady scent of her pussy; but she looked at me quickly and shook her head, waving her finger inside the stocking at me to say no.

I lay there, breathing heavy, stroking my cock as slowly as I could, as I watched Katrin continue. She used her stocking clad hand to rub her clit, grinding her button as she leaned back against the drawer, mouth open, eyes closed. The other stocking was hanging out of her pussy, swinging gently between her thighs as she touched herself, glistening slightly where her juices had coated the material.

Then she smiled and looked at me, biting her lip. Unrolling the stocking from her arm, she stretched it between her hands and slid it between her legs, running it between her pussy lips and pulling it back and forth, coating it in her slippery cream. It was incredible.

When she came over to the bed, I thought we were at last going to fuck, that I was finally going to get my hands on those stockings, but again she waved her finger no at me. She took up a position at the end of the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her stocking-clad fingers began to pinch and pull at her clitoris, and tug on her plump lips, parting them to show how wet the stocking that was still inside her was getting as her juice soaked into it. She frigged herself harder, stuffing more of the stocking inside her slit, until she was full, and going wild, and cumming hard around it.

Now she sat up and took the stocking from her arm, sliding it onto her right leg, glistening with her pussy juices. She rubbed her damp, stockinged foot up my thigh, toes closing in on my rock-hard cock.

She watched me then from between her knees, and slowly pulled the other stocking from her pussy. Oh god, right then I would have done anything for her if she’d just wrap it around my dick and jerk me off with it; but instead she chose to roll it onto her left leg, so she was wearing both stockings, drenched in her pussy juice.

Only then did her feet touch my prick, squeezing it between them, jerking my rod between the soles. I have no shame in admitting that I came in seconds as her feet squeezed my dick, my cum flying everywhere. Katrin rubbed it over my chest and her legs with her feet, then lifted one foot to her mouth and licked it.

As I lay there, a spent force, Katrin took off her stockings and threw them at me.

“Let’s go out for breakfast,” she said. “I’m sure you’ve worked up quite an appetite…”

 

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Shopping Therapy

Erotic Fiction inspired by Lilu in “Bigger 2

I believe in the power of retail therapy, like many girls – but mine takes me into a very specialized kind of store. After a boring weekend spent catching up with paperwork, by Monday afternoon I was frazzled. I didn’t even have a date lined up for Valentine’s Day, so I decided to buy myself a gift that would make me much happier and more satisfied than roses or chocolates.

When I left the office, I went straight to my favorite boutique and picked up a little – I mean big! – something just for me. I rushed home and lay on my bed, kicking off my heels and opening my bag. Inside was a big, black, rubber cock. Intensely lifelike, it even had veins running down the entire shaft to the balls.

This was my kind of therapy. Whenever I’m stressed, I like to buy a new sex toy to try out. I’ve experimented with all kinds of vibrators and dildos, and when I find one I really like, it gets a permanent home in the collection I keep in my bedside cabinet. Now all I could think about was how big my new toy was, and how deep I would be able to get it, how it would stretch me open and fill me up. I was wet before I had even taken my panties off.

I sat back and undressed, rolling my dress down and stroking my nipples, pretending it was my new lover’s hands. By the time I was naked, I was so horny – my mind was filled with wild, depraved thoughts. I had decided that this big cock belonged to a man who wanted to fuck me hard. A man who was just as horny as I was, someone who wouldn’t bother with kisses and light touches, a rough lover who wanted to use me for his own pleasure.

He wanted my ass.

I rolled onto my belly, my pussy soaking wet, rubbing the big cock over my slit to wet the tip. I spread my juices over my asshole as I gripped the dildo by the balls. Even lubed with my pussy juice and saliva, it took a while to cram it up my asshole, because it was so big. I took my time. I was so fucking horny by the time it was all the way inside me. I started sliding it in and out, slowly at first, moving it faster as my tight ass relaxed around it. Before long I was pumping it in and out of my ass right up to the balls, filling myself, fucking myself with this big rubber cock.

Faster and harder I fucked myself, my mind racing – this is how he would take me, thrusting his cock deep in my ass, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, spreading me open, pinning me to the bed, his body pressed up tight against me.

I worked the rubber cock in and out, letting the tip slip out so I could feel it penetrate me again and again, spreading my asshole wide. But I still wanted more. I wanted to feel myself being stretched as wide as possible, so I reached into my toy drawer and grabbed an ever bigger, harder, plastic cock that didn’t bend or give. I gasped as I plunged that up my ass, keeping up the same pace, intense sensations sparking through my whole body. That was so arousing, making me so wet that my pussy juices had spread all over the tops of my thighs, and my fingers – I was so slick with my own goo that it felt like I was drenched in lube, and that just made me all the more horny.

My body still craved more, my ass needed to be fucked harder, so I pulled out a monster of a purple dildo, long, hard and thick as my wrist, and drove it right up inside my anus, fucking myself with abandon, making myself groan and moan and not caring if the neighbors heard me.

But even this wasn’t enough, so I went back to my drawer and found my biggest toy, so thick that I had only ever used it on my pussy before. But today my mind was so full of filthy thoughts, the fantasy that I was being used and abused by some big dicked man who only wanted to fuck my ass and cum on me, that I knew it was time to try it in my tightest hole.

With some wriggling and squirming t sank inside me surprisingly easily, filling me totally. I had never had something so big in my ass and it felt amazing. It was so big that when I pushed it up inside it made my pussy move, my lips rolling back and forth, my clit getting teased and tingled.

I fucked myself like this until I was yelling with every hard thrust, then started to roll over so I could sit on it. But that movement tipped me over the edge, and before I could get completely on top, I was cumming like crazy. It was a loud, hard, powerful orgasm, my body spasming and jerking, the thick cock stretching my asshole as wide as it had ever been, filling me entirely.

Collapsing back onto the bed, I lay there, a spent force, breathing hard. I couldn't even move as I felt the big cock gradually slide out of my asshole. I fell asleep coated in my own wetness, surrounded by dildos.

 

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The bonds of love

Erotic fiction inspired by Elouisa in “Shibari 2

My night’s concubine arrived in my room to serve tea, kneeling on the futon in a black silk yukata robe, her black hair pinned up with ornate chopsticks.

She poured the hot drinks, and took a sip for herself with her eyes closed, savoring the flavor. She was just as I had requested, a pale skinned European beauty with breasts so small she was practically flat chested, her pussy shaved smooth.

She had been told what to do before she arrived, and once she had finished her drink she slipped out of her robe and began to apply the ropes to her body.

I sat in the shadows and watched as she bound the ropes around her breasts, pulling the cords tight, the knots pressing against her silky skin. She slipped her head through a loop, feeding the rope down between her thighs, twin coils cutting into her pussy. She pulled them tighter and they splayed her sex open, pulling on her labia. The action exposed her dark pussy lips, her clitoral hood pouting forward. I felt my desire for her build at the sight of her sex caught between the ropes.

The nylon rope wrapped around her body, crisscrossing her naked flesh, and she pulled them tight, finishing the job. It is strange the way detailed, skilled rope bondage looks almost as if it could be confused with swimwear, an intricate costume.

My guest began to swim in the sexual energy of her bonds. Her fingers felt their way lightly along the lengths of rope until they found her nipples, and pinched them hard, making them stiffen and jut out between the ropes.

She had captivated me, and I was tempted to move now and go to her, but I knew there was more to come and that it would be better to wait.

Kneeling before me in the dim light, eyes closed as she had been told, her fingers slipped down her body, following the lines of the rope, until they found her naked pussy, clitoral hood and labia bulbous between the cords.

Two fingers enfolded her pussy, slipping down each side, squeezing her clitoris between them, the tips looking for a way inside. I leaned forward out of the shadows, reaching for my cup, sipping loud enough for her to hear me, then placed the cup back on the tray.

“Turn around,” I ordered, quietly.

Without opening her eyes, she moved around and dropped down on her hands and knees. I felt my erection growing in my pants as I gazed upon her ass. Such a pale, exquisite thing, the white ropes entwined together, running around her pussy and over her asshole.

“Play with yourself,” I said. Her hand snaked between her thighs, fingers stroking her clit, rubbing it as her lips parted, her liquid glistening. I wanted her now, and I was ready.

Leaning forward, I reached out with one hand and stroked a finger over one of hers. She stopped rubbing herself instantly, her hand becoming still. It moved with mine and I guided her finger to her hole and together we entered her.

She was warm and wet, her pussy as tight as the rope that clung to her slim frame. I took my finger from her, whispering that she should remain as she was, then I came forward and knelt behind her, opening my own robe, my erection springing out in front of me.

I stroked my cock over her bonds, feeling how hard the ropes were that crossed her anus, moving my hips until I had dragged my cock down level with her pussy. Reaching down, my breath coming heavy, I took hold of her wrist and guided her hand onto my prick.

“Take me inside,” I said, my desire burgeoning with every light touch of her hand. Her fingers felt their way along my shaft, stroking my balls, before she wrapped them around my girth and pulled me into her.

I pushed forward, going as deep as I could, the ropes pressing into my groin and belly. I felt them rubbing against me, a burning sensation. Reaching out with two hands, I grabbed them and pulled her to me, the ropes biting into her flesh. She gasped but did not pull away, her hand coming from her pussy to keep her stable on all fours as I began to fuck her harder.

Using the ropes, I pulled her onto me, pulled myself into her. She was so incredibly tight. My desire for her was at maximum, the sweat dripping from my face onto her pale, smooth ass as she squeaked and squealed on the end of my cock.

The ropes were burning against my body, but I could not stop. Nothing existed at that moment but this beautiful woman’s body, bound before me in submission, a sexual plaything that I wanted to use; and to worship.

I thought of how much her body turned me on, the way her pussy looked when she had first slipped the ropes around her lips, the way her pussy bulged, her small breasts and stiff, jutting nipples.

My seed erupted inside her and I gripped her tightly, my hands on the ropes, pulling her hard against me. She thrust herself back against me, her own desire taking complete control of her body. We came together, her loud moans and squeals masking my heavy breaths.

When I had done, I pulled out of her and she remained in position, my cum spilling from her open hole, running down over her pink center, dripping from the bonds around her clitoris.

I watched this, the moment burning into my memory, then I tied the cord of my robe and left quietly without another word.

 

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Kinky movie of the month: January 2018

There’s no better way to beat back the January blues than enjoying some kinky fun – and we’ve had a whole lot of kinky fun here at The Life Erotic this month. Elouisa in Nick Twin’s “Shibari” was mind-blowing, a beautiful girl bound in artistic rope-work that made her fantastic body look all the more spellbinding. And let’s not forget our very own model-turned-director Red Fox capturing the risky business Elina De Leon gets up to in a “Strangers Bed,” or the pain-for-pleasure sensation of watching Gabriella Lati in Xanthus’ “Secrets,” when she pinches her nipples in some clamps and runs a spiked pin-wheel all over her pussy. If you like your BDSM play to push boundaries, it’s must-see.

Our other superstar model-turned-director, Sandra Shine, always knows how to get her subjects in a naughty and playful mood. In “Undercover – On The Lake” she shot awesome beauty Zafira masturbating in public, giving us a great kinky story and firing up the imagination – who doesn’t dream of spotting a knockout babe like Zafira riding around on a water-bicycle with her fingers deep inside her hot pussy? She followed that up with the equally erotic “Vine,” in which busty blonde Aislin grinds on a wine bottle to make herself cum. Sandra’s always had a way with filthy fantasies.

Personally, I have three top contenders for the kinky crown this month; firstly, curvy blonde Nathaly Cherie blows the competition away in John Chalk’s “Apply Within 2,” playing the part of a pole dancer auditioning for a job. Leaving nothing to the imagination in a red lace bodysuit, Nathalie gives her audience of one a show he’ll never forget. Sexy Sabrisse A gives her a run for her money in Alis Locanta’s “Voyeur 2.” She also has an audience of one, albeit this is a peeping Tom who’s spying on her through her bedroom window; and she also puts on an erotic show, even though she pretends to be unaware that she’s doing so. Both girls give a red hot performance, Nathaly in an overtly sexual, powerfully horny way, while pretty Sabrisse could almost be innocent, if not for her knowing smile at the camera after she makes herself orgasm.

But my absolute favorite movie of the month was “Strapped Love 2,” directed by Xanthus and starring a gorgeous duo, Elizabeth L and Emma O. Not content with one kink, the two stunning babes take it to the next level, clad head to toe in outfits made from pantyhose, Elizabeth sporting a big strap-on cock under hers. Emma pleasures it just like a real cock, sucking and jerking it, before she gets on all fours to get drilled doggy style. It’s a really creative take on a common fetish; watching them fuck through their nylons is seriously exciting, and the anticipation of waiting for them to bare their hot pussies, to lift off their nylon masks and kiss, is excruciating and erotic and everything I love about a good sex movie.

Which was your favorite TLE movie of the month?

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My private pleasure and pain

Erotic fiction inspired by Gabriella Lati in “Secrets 2

In the office where I work they have no idea about my secrets. They think I am a boring girl, only interested in paperwork and cats. They’re always asking me out after work. “Come for a drink,” they say. “We’re all going out for a meal, come with us!” I always say no. They think I go home and do my laundry or watch TV.

Maybe when they’re all out together they talk about me, invent fantastical stories about what I really get up to; but the truth is wilder than they could possibly imagine…

I go home after work because at home I can enjoy myself the way I like to. I don’t care for drinks with my colleagues, I’m not interested in expensive restaurants. I like pain.

Pain is my pleasure. Pain makes me wet. Pain makes me feel alive. I go home and take off all my clothes as soon as I get through the door, walking naked through my apartment making straight for my toys. The anticipation of what is to come makes my body tingle and my pulse race. I am alone, I am in control, and yet I do not know what I’m going to do exactly, and this is a thrill in itself. I light a candle, a flame that matches my passion and desire. Let it burn without restraint!

I kid myself that I don’t know what I will do, because I always reach for my Wartenberg pinwheel, a metal toy like a cowboy’s spur that’s spiked. I test the spikes with a finger; they are sharp to the touch and make me flinch. But a smile soon blossoms on my face – a little hurt like that always turns to the other side of the coin as I find myself warming to it, wanting it, thinking about how it will feel on other parts of my body, parts that are more sensitive. I roll the spines over my forearms, which feels a little painful but nothing special and only makes me want to go further. The pinwheel is easy to guide up my arms to my shoulders and then it’s just a short roll down to my breasts.

I bite my lip in anticipation – here is where others would turn back. Now is when most people would stop, as the pins dig into my skin and begin to hurt in the most delicious way. With each turn of the wheel the spines get closer to my breasts, the pain goes from a tingling sensation to a hot, sharp agony as I roll the wheel down over the soft flesh of my budding breasts and onto my nipples, where they dig into my areolae and I gasp with the intensity of it all. It brings a rush of erotic desire with it, and I lose myself in the pleasure of that. My body floods with sexual need; I feel my pussy tingling as my juices begin to spread, trickling between my lips. My other hand strokes my thigh and my fingers seek out my pussy, teasing my lips open, stroking my wetness over my clit softly, gently, caressing my nub.

Now I push my wheel across my nipples faster and harder, and I make myself gasp and shout, my fingers slipping inside me without me even noticing. I am so wet, two fingers inside me, probing myself as my hand cups my clit and grinds hard, the sharp spines of the pinwheel digging into my nipples as they stiffen under the cold steel.

I wake from the moment as if rising through the clouds into the clear skies above and come back to myself. My clit is hot and pulses. My fingers are wet with my own juices and I use them to soothe my nipples, rubbing my cream over each one softly, guiding my pinwheel down over my belly to my crotch.

I know this will hurt and I stop, unsure of myself for a moment. But I also know how much it will turn me on and I feel that deep desire inside me, urging me on, wanting to cum. There is a great difference between an easy orgasm from pleasure alone and the intensity of an orgasm that has been brought to the surface through the ecstasy of agony. Until you have tried it, you will never understand.

The pinwheel rolls over my clit, so sharp, so painful that I yelp and bite my lip, a tear slipping from my eye. To ease the pain, I rub my pussy juice over my clitoris; it throbs in pain but beneath it there is a fire that burns, my clitoris liked it, I know it wants it again and I am a slave to my own pussy. Again, I roll the pins over my clit and cry out. My breath is coming in fast, hard gasps and my body shudders, teetering on the brink of that razor’s edge that is the pleasure and the pain. I squeeze my clit between finger and thumb, as if this will relieve the pain of the pricking metal, isolating the tip of my clit. With my other hand, I drop the pinwheel and begin to rub my oily juices over the tip. My body bucks under the intensity of the sensations. Nothing can feel as good as this…

But I want to enjoy this feeling for longer and I stop before I have cum, reaching for my chains, which I clamp to my nipples. They squeeze my nipples hard and I pull on them, thinking how good it would be to have someone do this to me. The pain is hot, the agony prolonged as I tease myself, pulling the chain slowly, the clamps gripping my nipples so hard. I feel my pussy aching to be fucked as I pull on the chain, making the clamps slip from my titties, squeezing my nipples tighter and tighter as they slowly come free, the tightness of their grip sending an electric sensation through my entire body.

I want to fuck, I need to fuck. I need to cum now. My body feels so alive at this moment – I am on fire with the flames of passions and desire, the heat of the pain, the fire of the pleasure.

Reaching for my candle, I drip hot wax onto my tits, the wax hardening instantly; the pain mingles with my lust and I nearly cum then. But I want to fuck. I take my dildo, a big rubber cock, and slide it over my clit, too far gone inside my own sexual desire to care about anything but my orgasm now. I ease it into me, filling me up, spreading my pussy open. I push it into me until the rubber balls are up against my clit, and buck and grind on it, seeking only pleasure.

I can still feel where the pinwheel has dug into my clitoris and nipples as I take my toy into the bathtub, lying back and turning on the shower, using the warm water to stimulate my clit as I fuck myself with the big rubber cock. The warm water tingles on my clit, the pricking sensation brought back to the forefront of my mind, and I cum then. It is a hard orgasm, a body shaking, mouth open, gasping orgasm. It leaves me physically spent.

I collapse back in the bathtub, my hands unable to hold the cock or the showerhead as the dildo slips from my pussy and the water shoots all over the place. Sometimes I lie there for a long time, the sensations of my orgasm rendering me completely unable to move.

I know I should make an effort at work to socialize, to go out with people and live life as they say you should. But I also know that I will be thinking about how good it felt to cum like this tomorrow at my desk, and I know that I will come home alone to pleasure myself like this all over again.

This is what I do. This is my secret. Tell me, what’s yours?

 

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Earning Her Punishment

Erotic fiction inspired by Daiga in “Body Beyond

The device looks incongruous in the brightly lit room as Daiga approaches it. Dressed in a shiny black, figure-hugging basque, the sexy brunette is already in the mood for physical gratification, squeezing her big breasts and curvy ass cheeks as her body fizzes with anticipation. She can’t wait to get naked now, and peels off the kinky lingerie, letting her huge breasts swing free with a satisfying bounce, nipples growing hard.

Daiga know she’s not permitted to touch the torture chair when her Master and Mistress aren’t here, but that just makes her want to feel the leather seat against her bare skin all the more urgently. Sitting, squirming her wetness against the leather, she raises one leg high, placing it on one of the outstretched leg rests. Immediately, her mind is filled with images of all the times she’s been fucked in this chair, all the times Master has strapped her to it and thrust his cock into her hairy pussy, all the times Mistress has sucked her clit until she’s screamed from the overload of pleasure.

Daiga can’t help it; she just has to touch herself. Masturbation is not allowed, unless Master and Mistress are watching, but her pussy is throbbing with the need to be drilled. She plunges a finger inside, the sticky sounds of her own excitement turning her on even more, tits swaying heavily. Daiga pictures Master’s cock thrusting into her juicy hole, stretching it open. She imagines him gripping her hair roughly, tugging her head back so he can look into her eyes as he slams into her. Her free hand goes to her breasts, pinching a nipple hard as she recalls the sensation of Mistress biting and twisting it.

Turning around, Daiga bends over and frigs herself harder from behind, remembering Master’s threat to let all his friends line up and fuck her, one after the other. Each cock will fill her tight little cunt in turn, and she won’t know who is inside her from one moment to the next, won’t be able to tell them apart as the burning pleasure consumes her from the inside out.

She mounts the chair now, legs spread high and wide in the leg rests as she finger-fucks her soaked cunt rapidly, imagining them all standing and jerking off over the sight of her masturbating so blatantly for them. As her orgasm sweeps over her, she pictures them stepping up and letting loose streams of hot cum, feels it splattering down all over her body, hot spurts coating her breasts and pussy in slippery goo.

Daiga doesn’t bother wiping the sticky evidence of her climax from the seat. She knows she’s done wrong; now Master and Mistress must punish her as they see fit…

 

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Suck my puffy nipples

Erotic fiction inspired by Candice in “Puffy Nipple Pleasure

Candice loves her body. She loves her firm ass, with just a hint of ripple in her cheeks when she bounces up and down on her man’s dick. She loves her pussy, the way it juices up so quickly when she gets turned on. But most of all she loves her perky tits, with their big, puffy nipples. She can orgasm just from having her nipples sucked, can almost cum just from thinking about it. She can’t go braless in public because her sensitive nipples betray her excitement so easily, but that’s a small price to pay for all the pleasure she gets from having them played with.

Candice is admiring her tan in the mirror, pulling her lace top open to expose the stark white tan lines around her breasts. Her puffy nipples firm up instantly as she looks at them, sending a sudden thrill of arousal through her. Involuntarily, she slides a hand down between her thighs, fingers sliding over the plump lips of her pussy.

Her lips part in a soft ‘O’ of arousal, hips circling as she grinds on her fingers. She pictures her lover wrapping his arms around her, rubbing her clit, whispering in her ear, telling her how much he wants her, how beautiful she looks.

Turning and perching up on the sink, she rotates her fingers rapidly over her clit, feeling an answering throb in her nipples. Suck them, baby, she thinks. Run your tongue over them, suck them and bite them. The thought of it gets her hotter, juice pouring out and trickling down her thighs. 

Grabbing her vibrator, she rubs it up and down her creamy slit, spreading her lips open to plunge it inside. She slides it in and out, dreaming of her lover’s fingers stretching and filling her. The delicate folds of her pussy are flushed pink as she draws the toy out and thrusts it back in again, her cries rising in volume as her excitement builds.

Her nipples crave more stimulation though, and she strokes the sticky toy across one, smearing her juice on it. The shock of the vibrator sends a jolt through her and she gasps, back arching, thighs snapping closed as she feels it all the way down to her pussy. She pulls the toy away, but can’t resist replacing it at once, holding it there for a couple of seconds this time before the sensation becomes too intense, then switching to the other nipple. Soon she’s hit a rhythm, buzzing it on one as she tweaks the other with her free hand, then switching, then back again until her cries of bliss are echoing around the tiled room. When she cums it’s with a long, loud wail of ecstasy, hips jerking crazily, those perfect little tits with their puffy nipples jiggling as she convulses.

As she catches her breath she scoops out some cream from her slippery pussy slit and paints it over a nipple, then takes a picture on her phone and sends it to her lover. Want to lick it off? she texts him, then lies on the bed and plays with her pussy some more as she waits for him to arrive.

 

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What was your movie of the year on The Life Erotic?

2017 was a wild ride at The Life Erotic, packed with gorgeous girls daring to push their sexual boundaries on film for your viewing pleasure. It’s never easy to pick out favorites when you’re so spoilt for choice, but two movies are tied for the top rated spot at the time of writing…

Nipples Torture 2” is an intense exploration of kinky sexuality, starring stunning redhead Michelle H and directed by Alis Locanta. The uninhibited, sultry beauty begins by exposing her perfect breasts on the highway, before punishing herself for her indiscretion with an O-ring gag and nipple clamps. Highly stimulated by the sensations, she masturbates to an overwhelming orgasm.

The other top rated movie of 2017 is “Hard Candy 2” starring the incomparable Emily J, muse of director Paul Black. Emily dares to bare her soul as well as her beautiful body, laughing as she rubs a sticky lollipop over her hairy pussy, jamming the stick in her tight asshole and frigging to a powerful climax, all accompanied by a hyperreal soundtrack. Nobody else on the planet is making erotica quite like this.

So which was your favorite movie of the year? I have a soft spot for Elle Rose getting frisky with her vegetables in “Organic DP 2,” and Sandra Shine’s naughty “Undercover” flashing series, but Rebekah Ruby is my standout star of the year for the way she makes very inappropriate use of the tools to hand in Higinio Domingo’s insanely hot and original “Something New 2.” How about you?

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A gallery quality MetPrints picture of one of our beautiful girls is the perfect way to give your room a glamorous, erotic ambience. It’s a wonderful gift for a lover… or just treat yourself!

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Bound to please – Lesma on display

With the rope that binds her feet braided into her hair in such a way that it tugs her head back and keeps her bent over with her ass and pussy on display most pleasingly, Lesma is a Shibari enthusiast’s dream.

The Japanese word Shibari literally means “to tie,” but it is commonly used to describe an ancient form of artistic rope bondage which is more correctly called Kinbaku. “Can’t Resist,” an erotic photoset by Angela Linin here on The Life Erotic that shows green-eyed brunette Lesma willingly submitting to her restraints, displays the stunning geometric patterns and complicated knots that typify Shibari. The positioning of the knots is significant, as it is believed their placement stimulates pressure points on the body, influencing energy flow.

Shibari can also induce the submissive yet euphoric condition known as “sub space” – the subject is helpless, utterly at the mercy of their artist or ‘rigger.’ It can be demonstrated purely as an art form, but not surprisingly Shibari is often incorporated into sexual BDSM play.

Lesma’s expression reveals her pleasure; she is both literally and metaphorically being opened up, her calves bound to her thighs in a manner that spreads her pussy for the camera’s gaze. Her wrists are restrained, and two lengths of rope extend around the crack of her ass in a way that must be almost unbearably stimulating. When the ropes are parted so they lie across her tender ass cheeks, they pull her hair and force her into a doggy position. Her smooth shaved pussy and asshole are framed by the rope, drawing the eye to her intimate folds, displaying them as the centrepiece of a stunning, highly arousing work of living art. 

 

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