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Bush craft

Erotic fiction inspired by Alya

This might sound strange to some of you – especially if you are a little older and more experienced than me – but until recently I had never been with a girl with a hairy pussy. Girls my own age all go bare, and I can hardly remember what my own bush looked like before I starting waxing.

I don’t have a steady girlfriend, but there’s a club where I like to go to pick up girls. A lot of the women there are lesbian or bisexual, and looking for some no-strings fun. I’m still exploring my sexuality – I only ‘came out’ as a lesbian a couple of years ago – and I’ve had some amazing experiences and learned a lot about what turns me on. But this was something fresh and exciting.

This particular night at the club, I was dancing and flirting with a sexy girl in a blue lace dress. She looked Hispanic, with beautiful tanned skin and dark eyes. She had a slight accent I couldn’t quite place over the loud music, and a way of glancing at me, and then away, that drove me crazy. I wanted her with every atom of my being.

I could hardly believe she wanted me too, but it was surprisingly easy to persuade her to come back to my place, which was only a couple of blocks away. We hardly spoke on the walk there, both too horny and keyed up, but she took my hand and that made my pussy throb with lust and anticipation.

When we got inside, we didn’t waste any time – we both knew what we wanted. She sat down on my big red beanbag chair, her skirt riding up to reveal her matching turquoise panties. Instantly, my eyes were drawn to the copious hair curling out around her panty-crotch. I moved closer, and she smiled to see my surprised expression. Slowly and deliberately, she spread her thighs apart and beckoned me closer. Her pubic hair was so thick and dark, covering the tops of her thighs. She tugged the crotch of her panties aside, letting me see how the luxuriant hair hid her pussy. I watched, enthralled, as she played with the springy hair, patting and gently pulling it.

“Take your panties off!” I implored her, breathlessly. She nodded and wriggled out of them, then spread her legs even wider so her pussy lips parted and I could just see a glimpse of pink between the dark curls. Licking her fingers, she ran them along the groove of her pussy lips, the hair parting to show more of her shiny pink folds, already wet with her arousal.

That was it: I couldn’t hold back any longer. Moving forward, I pressed my face between her thighs, inhaling the musky scent from her bush, the wiry hairs tickling my skin. I felt a surge of wetness soaking through my own panties as I hooked her legs up over my shoulders and ground my face harder against her pussy, my tongue finding her creamy center and thrusting inside. The smell, taste and feel of her hair and the tangy treasure it concealed was so intoxicating, I knew I was ready to eat her pussy all night long…

 

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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Friction

Erotic fiction inspired by Illaria

My lover gave me a little gift box wrapped with a ribbon, and told me to open it when I was alone and thinking of him. Inside was a pair of panties, unlike anything I’d seen before. The waistband was pink lace, but the crotch of the panties was a string, threaded with three big pearls. I blushed just imagining how it would feel to wear them. Wriggling out of my jeans and plain cotton underwear, I stepped into the sexy panties and slowly slid them on. The feel of the smooth, cold pearls against my hot pussy was so strange, and so exciting… it was as if every nerve ending in my body was concentrated on those three points.

I tugged gently on the front of the waistband and the pearls were forced tighter against my pussy, moving my lips apart to make way for them. I spread my legs wider, the pearls pushing between my juicy folds. The highest one was rubbing against my clit, sending tremors of arousal right through my body. The second and third slid over my hot center, becoming slippery with my cream. When I tugged the panties from the back, the third pearl nestled in my puckered asshole.

I squeezed my legs together tightly, the pearls pressing harder against my tender flesh, making my whole crotch throb with heat. Lying back, I pulled the string of pearls back and forth, feeling every inch of my pussy twitch and shiver as they slid along the slick channel between my lips, drenched with my juice now. The sensations built until I was shuddering uncontrollably, gasping as the need for release became overpowering.

Clenching my fists, I thrust them between my legs, clenching my thighs around them so the first pearl was grinding hard against my clit and the second and third pushed right inside my sticky honeypot. Squirming and bucking my hips, I rubbed and moaned my way to a climax that had me in convulsions of pleasure.

When I finally stopped shaking, I peeled the panties off my soaked pussy and licked my cream off the pearls, then put them back on and called my lover to tell him how it felt to wear them. As soon as I started to describe it, I felt so horny that I took them off and stuffed them right into my pussy – beads and lace – and rubbed myself to another powerful climax as he listened.

Now he’s dared me to wear the panties under a short skirt and meet him for a drink at our favorite hotel bar. Will I be brave enough to flash some lucky guy there? Or will I just get so turned on by the delicious friction that I cum right there on the barstool? I’m getting wet again just thinking about it…

 

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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Just can’t wait…

Erotic fiction inspired by Lexi B

You told me to meet you here at lunchtime, but I’ve waited nearly an hour now and there’s still no sign of you. I guess you’re tied up in a meeting somewhere… that’s the trouble with all this sneaking around, but we’d both get fired if anyone saw us together. The frustration is unbearable, though. Since I woke up this morning, all I’ve been able to think about is your big cock sliding into my pussy, and if it doesn’t happen soon I’m sure I’ll go crazy.

Under my coat I’m wearing a sexy dress. I know if you saw me in it, you would get hard in an instant. I imagine you pushing me up against the wall, tugging my panties down around my thighs and thrusting into me, without even pausing to say hello. That thought gets me so turned on. I can feel my nipples getting hard with arousal, and I pull open my dress and pinch them, feeling a pulse of pleasure right down to my pussy. We chose this derelict building as our meeting place because there are no prying eyes, so there’s nobody here to see me if I give in to the urge that’s getting too strong to ignore. 

I slide my hand into my panties and touch myself, my fingers coming away slippery with my cream. I’m hot, drenched, so ready to get fucked that two fingers glide right inside my hot hole without resistance. I add a third, craving that filled-up, stretched-open feeling that only your cock can give me. Pulling my panties down to my ankles, I squat, my knees wide, spreading my pussy open. Now I don’t care if anyone does see me, I just want to cum. I bunch my fingers together and ride up and down, squeezing tight around them as if it’s your stiff cock I’m riding. My fingers are soaked, slick with my juice, and as I bounce on them harder and faster I can feel the waves of my orgasm approach.

I always love it best when you do me from behind though, so I bend over, one knee raised onto a concrete post, and finger-fuck myself into a frenzy of pleasure, bucking my hips to maximise each intense blast of pleasure. When I do climax it’s incredible – starbursts and explosions firing through my body over and over.

Still shaking, I use my sodden panties to wipe my sticky fingers and my pussy as best I can. Then I drape them over the concrete post so if you do eventually make it here, you’ll know what you missed…

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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Mia Solis opens up to The Life Erotic!

Mia Solis is a girl I could never grow tired of looking at, a delicate redhead with a host of adorable freckles and an absolutely incredible body. She’s a girl of contradictions, seemingly reserved and a little shy, but with a devastating way of looking into the camera that suggests an inner confidence. And then there’s that huge tattoo on her back, rarely seen, that hints at a more edgy side to her personality.

Mia is also incredibly funny and self-effacing, genuinely surprised that members would want to hear more about her! While she’s only appeared a handful of times here on TLE, she’s a huge star over on our sister sites SexArt and MetArt (where she has made nearly fifty appearances to date).

When I posted this interview on the MetArt blog a few days ago, Mia told me she was overwhelmed by the positive reaction from her fans – so I thought TLE members might also appreciate the opportunity to get to know her a little better.

Mia, please tell us a little about yourself.

MS: Hi everybody. First of all I would like to thank you for giving me the chance to introduce myself. I had no idea that anyone actually cared about me and my life! I’m 24 years old, and I’m from Czech Republic – specifically from South of Bohemia. After finishing university I moved to London, where I’ve been living for the past year and a half. My biggest hobby is traveling, that’s the main reason why I do what I do. Of course I’m also into photography, but if you want me to be 100 percent honest, traveling is the part of my life I enjoy the most; and of course everything else around it – meeting new people, discovering new places and cultures, foreign languages, anything new that can make my experience, soul or personality grow. I’m not saying I always like what I explore though!

What inspired you to get into nude modeling?

MS: When I realized I really liked photography, I wasn’t exactly sure which genre was my favorite. I was just randomly checking pictures online, and after a while I found out that every time I saw a photo of a naked woman I felt ‘something,’ and tried to figure out what the hell it was. No, it has nothing to do with the fact that I could be horny, it’s not the fact that there is a naked girl in the picture, it’s something else that I’m not able to explain yet. I just like to be a part of it.

Do you do mainstream modeling as well?

MS: Yes, I have done quite a lot of non-nude shoots in the past few years and I enjoy it as well. It’s different – in a good way. I like the fact there are usually more people involved, which makes it even more interesting and exciting.

Where is the best place you’ve traveled to for work?

MS: I’m probably going to seem strange right now but I have no favorite place so far. The fact I was born as a Libra doesn’t help at all. I’m just not able to make a decision… but that’s another story – and a long one!

What is your favorite thing about your appearance?

MS: Nothing! I’m trying hard, but every part of me needs at least a small (usually huge) improvement. Yes, and people say I’m kind of self-critical… another long story, I’m afraid!

Do you have a favorite photoset?

MS: Hard to say, but probably ‘Voyeur’ or ‘Gusta’ on SexArt. For MetArt – this is really hard as there are so many of them. I’m afraid you would need to narrow the selection criteria at least a little bit. If someone put a knife to my throat and said “Pick one, Mia!” I would answer ‘Eleyi.’

You have done a few soft movies for MetArt, would you ever consider making hot movies for The Life Erotic?

MS: Actually yes. I don’t see the idea as so unbelievable, like a few years ago when I said to myself just “Jeez, no way man!” As you already know, I’m not able to make a decision, and if I do I change it every second, so I will see. I’m sure now is not a good time for me to start doing that, but never say never… especially in my case!

Please tell us about your tattoo – does it have a meaning?

MS: Sure it has. It’s just difficult to explain and I’m not even sure if I’m able to do so. However I’m not going to try it right now, sorry!

In your photos you often look very thoughtful, calm and serene. How would you describe yourself?

MS: I hear this really often and it always confirms the fact that people don’t know me at all! I definitely wouldn’t describe myself as calm, serene and so on. The main reason is that I only really open up when I’m surrounded by people I know really well. Otherwise I feel and behave differently. I’m not saying I don’t feel comfortable, it’s just not me. Or maybe it is and I’m schizophrenic, haha! I think you have noticed I usually don’t smile, jump or do ‘funny’ stuff in the pictures like some other models do. Now you know the reason. It’s a pity, isn’t it? (laughing)

What are your ambitions?

MS: That’s the question! My ambitions are not really material though. I just want to beat every challenge appearing around me and get better in each aspect of myself – skills, personality, knowledge. No matter how hard it is… I kind of like to fight with myself.

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

MS: I know it’s getting annoying, but thank you again for such support from all the members, the team and last but not least all the amazing photographers and models I’ve had the chance to work with. You have all been helping me to develop myself and I can’t thank you enough. I wish you guys success and happiness! Anyway I’m preparing my personal blog where you can find other information as I still have so much more to say. If you want to stay in touch you can follow my FB fan page and I will meet you there!

Cheers and Kisses

Your Mia!

 

Thank you to DeltaGamma and Frank for helping to make this interview happen!

 

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