Emily was home starting dinner, staring blankly at the kitchen counter. She was bored with the monotony of her evenings now that her boyfriend wasn't there. Jordan was away on a business trip. It was the second week of his absence and Emily missed him dreadfully. She spoke to him on the phone quite often, but the hunger for him was becoming overwhelming.
She heard her phone ring as the water in the pot began to simmer. She scattered some noodles in the water and hurried over to the couch. It was Jordan. He sounded sad as he confessed that he missed her as well. Emily knew exactly what to do to make him feel better; and in turn, it might soothe her own aching for his touch.
She brought up the story of their steamiest encounter. Back before they lived together, Jordan would come over once a week for a lunch date. He had mentioned a very kinky fantasy he wanted to try and Emily had been eager to make it come true. While Jordan was on the phone, Emily recounted every detail, letting them recapture that special experience together.
Emily had been in a naughty mood that day. She was expecting Jordan shortly and was hurrying to get ready. She had invited him over for lunch, but had cooked absolutely nothing. Instead of dressing up in a favorite outfit, she decided to wrap a short black apron around her naked body. The knot was loose, so she took a leather belt and used it to keep the apron snug around her waist. She searched in the freezer for something to defrost for later, but wound up opening a box of cherry popsicles. Emily unwrapped the treat just as Jordan rang the doorbell.
“My, don't you look sexy!” he smiled. Emily smiled back and tasted the tip of the popsicle. She pulled Jordan close and kissed his lips. Jordan almost melted, tasting the sweet juice from her mouth. He had been longing to see her for days. Just the sight of her made his cock rock hard. He caressed her voluptuous bottom beneath the loose knot of the apron. He kissed her passionately and held her close.
“So is this your idea of lunch?” he laughed as Emily pulled him toward the kitchen table. Emily didn't answer. She held the popsicle in her mouth and sat on the tabletop. She spread her legs in front of Jordan, revealing her freshly shaved pussy under the skirt of the apron.
“Sit,” she said firmly. Jordan obeyed, sitting down on the chair in front of her. Emily spread her legs wider over the table, almost in a perfect split. She sucked lustfully at her frozen treat and smiled.
“Eat,” she commanded. Jordan leaned between Emily's thighs and licked hungrily at her pussy. She was already soaked. He could feel her warmth from his tongue's first stroke. Emily leaned back and continued to suck the popsicle as Jordan sucked on her clit and lapped up and down her slot. She let the popsicle slide in and out of her mouth as she took in each powerful sensation.
“Now watch,” she said, Jordan moving back slightly to appreciate the sight as Emily stroked her pussy with the popsicle. Jordan felt the tip of his cock bulge to the zipper line of his pants, as he watched the popsicle melt slowly over Emily's flesh. He leaned in to taste it off her slit. The cool sweetness seeped over his tongue as he rounded his lips over her pussy.
Emily was close to coming, but she didn't want to let go yet. She tossed the popsicle aside and sat up, taking the belt from around her waist and wrapping it around Jordan's neck to pull him close. He gasped as Emily started rubbing her feet over his crotch. She could feel his erection growing even bigger. Jordan bit his lip and rocked his hips up to increase the contact. He had a thing for Emily’s beautiful feet.
Emily stood up. “Down,” she said firmly. Immediately grasping what she wanted, Jordan got on his hands and knees and Emily used the belt like a collar to walk him to the bedroom. She loved toying with him. Jordan tried to lean down to kiss Emily's feet, but just managed a peck on her toes before Emily yanked the belt up.
“Stand up,” she said as she unfastened the belt. “Take off your clothes.” Jordan hurriedly undressed and awaited his next command. Emily pulled off her apron, Jordan's mouth watering at the sight of her perfect curves. His eyes lit up like Christmas morning as she took one of her favorite toys out of the nightstand – a smooth blue butt plug. Jordan had always wanted to try one, but never dared.
“Face down, ass up on the bed!” Emily commanded. Jordan crawled on the bed and pressed his face down on the pillows, nervous but excited. Emily moved behind him, belt in hand. “Ass higher!” she said, spanking his cheeks with the belt.
“Yes! Yes, ma'am!” he groaned, adjusting his position. Emily marveled at the sight of his rigid dick. She caressed his flushed cheeks as she licked the toy to lube it up and started rubbing it against his asshole. She spat on the toy again and started to insert it slowly, inch by inch. Jordan whimpered as the toy stretched him open. It felt strange, but good. Emily slid it out, spat on it again, then eased it all the way in. Jordan gripped the sheets and growled, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations.
Emily rolled him over and straddled his waist, squatting as she sunk down on his stiff cock. She rode vigorously, big tits bouncing as she slid up and down. Jordan gripped her hips tightly as he felt her sugar walls tighten around his cock from base to tip. Emily fucked him harder, his cock penetrating deep in her pussy. She could no longer keep the climax she had held in at bay. She moaned loudly as she leaned toward him. Jordan gripped her sides, holding her steady as he thrust up into her at just the right angle to make her come all over his cock. He felt her juice leak over his balls as her pussy clenched around him. Jordan lifted Emily up over his face to taste her creamy slit. She ground her pussy on his mouth to ride out the last shivers of her orgasm. She held on tight to the headboard as he whirled his tongue around her clit.
When the final tremors of her climax were dying away, Emily lay on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed so Jordan could fuck her mouth. His cock was so hard she could see the veins throbbing. She held his hips as she took his cock deep in her throat. He groaned, feeling his balls tighten. He leaned over the bed, his cock sliding even deeper as his load spurted out. Emily swallowed most of it down, letting a little escape to trickle out of the sides of her mouth as she flickered her tongue over the head. She licked her lips, savoring the tangy sweetness.
By this point of the story, Emily had her hand in her panties and was climaxing around her fingers. Jordan came all over his hand listening to Emily gasping as she tried to finish the story.
“I can't wait to see you next week!” Jordan panted over the speaker.
“Me too,” Emily replied sweetly. “Good night, darling.”
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 email@example.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!
Photographer and filmmaker Charles Lightfoot only made his debut at The Life Erotic in April 2016, but he is far from new to the world of erotica. Based in California – where he finds the most beautiful and inspiring models – he has over twenty years of experience and an impressive pedigree as a colleague of the late, great J. Stephen Hicks, among other notable collaborators.
Lightfoot’s use of natural light and shade, and his refusal to go down the well-trodden, clichéd ‘glamor’ path, has polarized opinion among members of our sister site MetArt; but he’s okay with that. Despite his accomplished body of work, he is refreshingly humble and eager to listen to feedback. And his two movies to date here on TLE have showcased a more edgy aspect to his work. In “Seek Within Me,” cute secretary Kylie Quinn blindfolds herself and gets off with the aid of a big glass dildo; while in “Close Call,” blonde bombshell Zoey Taylor elevates phone sex to a whole new level by filming herself masturbating. Lightfoot has proved himself a master of erotic storytelling with these two compelling and highly rated movies, and I was delighted to get the opportunity to find out more…
Charles, where are you from?
CL: I was born in Rabat, Morocco and traveled extensively with my parents. Not military but my dad had a business of the month and got restless very quickly.
What is your background in photography and film?
CL: My parents owned a motel and a motel guest unable to pay his rent left his camera as payment and never returned. I started photography around 12 years old and eventually attended Brooks Institute of Photography in Santa Barbara, CA. I started working with Stephen Hicks in 1994 and continue to this day producing content for his site. After Brooks Institute I interned at Playboy in Santa Monica, CA and then worked with Suze Randall a while, and ended up clicking with Stephen. He was such a laid back dude and created a wonderful work environment. We all geeked out photographically and all had the same outlook on treating the models with respect. I still miss the dude for sure...
What inspired you to start creating erotica?
CL: I started shooting nudes because I was shy and I think it was a way for me to hide behind a camera to meet girls… The camera allowed me to go places and meet people I normally would never do. I fell in love with the mechanical device itself – the camera – and then with the technical aspect and science of it all, and now it’s purely a search of finding a moment in an expression…
Are you influenced by mainstream art, film and photography?
CL: I used to look at fashion magazines and then went through a museum phase and now that I’m answering this question it’s been a while since I’ve been inspired by something… I definitely think a trip to the Getty Museum is in order.
You make a lot of use of natural light and real locations – please tell us about that.
CL: It feels more natural to look through a viewfinder and see what you’re getting than using strobes. Nothing wrong with strobes, I have them but have not used them in years. With the low light sensitivity of digital cameras it has opened up a whole new world that was never possible before. I used to love the look of Tri-X film back in the day, the grain gave the image a quality that was raw; unfortunately a lot of people look at it as a mistake as opposed to an effect. I’ve not abandoned the technical aspect but it’s definitely on the back burner, and I just focus on creating a feeling in the subject. I don’t always succeed, but I always try...
Is there a photoset or video you are particularly proud of?
CL: Not really… I love the process of shooting, then I love to edit, but unfortunately I could probably edit all my work down to one image and still find something wrong with it. But the process is what I love…
Do you prefer shooting movies or photographs?
CL: Hmm. I think in the last few years I’ve enjoyed shooting movies more, I just wish I was better at it… I get blown away by some of the videos out there…
Is there a model who inspires you the most?
CL: When I was in school I would inevitably find a girl, a model who had the same passion as me, and we would shoot assignment after assignment for a time. Then I would move on to another… It was a real creative adventure with no thoughts of making money or if anyone would like it. Those models were the most inspiring… these days I’m inspired if the model shows up on time and has a good attitude!
Do you plan your shoots in great detail, or see how it evolves on the day?
CL: It depends on the client, but most cases it’s on the fly and letting the creativity happen, never forcing something… I definitely have music playing, sometimes the model’s choice and sometimes mine. It’s really important to make the model feel relaxed, comfortable, safe and happy to be there. A lot of these girls get treated like objects, especially in this industry, and that’s fucked up… I never want to be part of that.
What are your ambitions for your work with the MetArt Network?
CL: I’m not sure? I’m just happy I have a place that will buy my images and allow me to survive in this society doing what I love doing. I’m not an ambitious person… I don’t need much to be content.
What do you hope the viewers get from your movies and photos?
CL: Reading the comments, it’s clear that some viewers get me and others don’t, and that’s totally cool… I just hope most can see these beautiful girls in the prime of their lives, and appreciate their bodies with respect – and masturbating to the imagery is a form of appreciation… why not?
Is there anything else you would like to tell us?
CL: Don’t cry over the past, it’s gone. Don’t stress about the future, it hasn’t arrived. Live in the present and make it beautiful.
Erotic fiction by Kat and Rose, inspired by Solana and Nasty S
Madame Nastya woke up in a bad mood. Her servant Solana was nowhere to be seen.
“Solana!” she yelled. “Get your lazy ass in here at once and fetch my slippers!”
“Coming, Madame!” the servant gasped as she hurried up the staircase. She hesitated as she entered the room, assessing her mistress’s mood, then knelt to place the slippers gently on her feet. She helped her put on her black silk robe and then stood there apprehensively, waiting for her next order.
“Slow and clumsy as ever,” Madame Nastya grumbled. “How many times do I have to tell you to be here when I wake up?”
“I’m sorry, Madame,” Solana murmured. “I was so hungry. I had some bread and water while I was preparing your breakfast.”
“You greedy, lazy, insolent girl!” Madame Nastya snapped. “Do I have to punish you for the same thing every day? Fetch the paddle.”
Silently, Solana took the leather paddle from the drawer of the dressing table and handed it to her mistress. She got on all fours on the bed and lifted her plaid shirt. Madame Nastya gazed at the inviting sight. The girl had a firm round bottom, perfect for spanking. She took hold of the chain attached to Solana’s leather collar, tugging on it to keep her still – not that the servant would have dared to move. Then she waited, savoring the thought of what she was about to do, until the girl was trembling with anticipation.
The slapping sound of the paddle hitting Solana’s bare ass broke the silence. The girl let out a little gasp of shock, but didn’t move. Madame Nastya paused for a long moment, enjoying the sight of the pale skin flushing an angry red. Then she spanked her again. This time the girl moaned, trembling harder.
Madame Nastya rubbed her palms over the girl’s glowing red cheeks, soothing them, before spanking her again. She gave her three slaps of the paddle in quick succession, making her cry out, and then stroked her gently. It was driving Solana crazy. She never knew when her mistress was going to strike or soothe her. Sometimes she would cry out before she was even struck. The anticipation of the blow muddled her mind.
The heat numbed the pain, but only for a moment. It was the most exquisite torture. Each slap of the paddle seemed to send the heat surging into her pussy, as if it were a physical thing seeking entrance. Her legs were shaking, and she could feel juice seeping out between her pussy lips. The humiliation was almost too much to bear. She bit her lip to stop herself begging as she felt her mistress yank her sodden panties down her thighs.
“I’m hungry too,” Madame Nastya said coldly, pushing three long fingers into Solana’s slick hole. She pumped them in and out until the girl was quivering, then tugged on her leash, making her go face down, ass up. She licked the girl’s burning cheeks before sliding her tongue into her creamed up snatch. When Solana let out a moan of pleasure, her mistress laughed cruelly.
“What a dirty little tramp you are, Solana! You’re the worst servant in the country. All you’re good for is getting your ass spanked and your cunt eaten!” She resumed her licking, each sweep of her tongue making the girl moan louder, until she was on the verge of orgasm. Solana rocked back against her mistress’s mouth, all self-control lost as the pain, pleasure, fear and arousal mingled in a jumble of heightened sensation. Madame Nastya could make her come at any moment, if she chose to; but today, the punishment would continue.
Madame Nastya pushed Solana onto her back, sliding her sticky fingers into the girl’s mouth to make her taste her own pussy juice. Then she straddled her servant’s face, using the leash to hold her in place as she ground her soaked slot against the girl’s mouth. Solana licked her mistress’s clit firmly, just as she knew she liked it. She was so desperate to come but she didn’t dare touch herself. She focused all her attention on eating Madame Nastya’s pussy, sucking down her juice and lapping at her slippery folds until at last her mistress yelled out and shook with a tremendous orgasm.
When she’d ridden out the final tremors of her climax, Madame Nastya dismounted, grabbed the leather paddle and unceremoniously thrust its thick handle into her servant’s pulsing snatch.
“Good girl, Solana,” she said; and it was her words as much as the sudden penetration that sent the servant over the edge into a climax that rocked her whole body. She sobbed with relief as the spasms wracked her body, leaving her breathless and dizzy.
When she finally regained her senses, Solana began to straighten her clothes; but her mistress stopped her.
“Don’t bother putting your panties back on. You won’t be needing them today,” Madame Nastya said. “Fetch my breakfast, and then I’ll decide what to do with you next. I don’t know whether to make you suck my new strap-on cock, or let the gardeners fuck you…”
Many thanks to our member, Kat, for 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 firstname.lastname@example.org. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!
Here at The Life Erotic we like to celebrate the edgier side of arousal – and it seems we’re not alone. A recent study from the University of Montreal, published in the Journal of Sex Research, suggests that almost half of us have sexual fantasies that are considered ‘deviant’ or ‘atypical’ under current psychiatric criteria.
The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition (DSM-5) – the principal reference book of psychiatric diagnosis – categorizes sexual behavior as normophilic (normal) or paraphilic (‘deviant’ or ‘anomalous’). Of the 1,040 Canadians of both sexes questioned for the study, 45.5 percent said they were interested in at least one behavior considered paraphilic, and 33 percent said they had acted out these fantasies.
The most popular ‘deviant’ behavior was voyeurism (35 percent), with 26 percent saying they enjoyed fetishism, the same number going for frotteurism, and 19 percent saying they were masochistic.
Results were similar for men and women. According to the study’s lead author, Professor Christian Joyal, “Women who report an interest in sexual submission have more varied sexual interests and report greater satisfaction with their sex lives. Sexual submission is therefore not an abnormal interest.”
So are ‘normal’ people are a lot kinkier than previously thought? In statistical parlance, a trait found in less than 16 per cent of the population is considered atypical. But with as many as 60 percent of respondents indicating interest in certain sexual behaviors (the percentage of men with an interest in voyeurism), they can’t be considered abnormal. “People want to be tied up,” said Professor Joyal. “As long as it’s with a consenting partner, people will be relieved to know that their desires are not necessarily abnormal…. One hundred years ago, oral sex was considered gross, 50 years ago it was illegal and now it is the number one fantasy. In 30 years from now, I would be surprised if BDSM wasn’t part of normal sexuality.”
It’s to be hoped that the results of this study will help challenge what is perceived as ‘deviant’ tastes – especially since so many of apparently share them! Let’s hope this will encourage recognition and acceptance of the diversity of sexual preferences.
American Psychiatric Association (2013) The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition. Arlington, VA: American Psychiatric Publishing.
Joyal, CC and Carpentier J (2016) The Prevalence of Paraphilic Interests and Behaviors in the General Population: A Provincial Survey. Journal of Sex Research. March 3: 1-11 [e.pub].
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