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Daring star Kira Zen reveals her kinky side!

Kira Zen is an interesting girl, about as far from the blonde porn dolly stereotype as it’s possible to imagine. She has strong features, with high cheekbones and vivid eyes, and looks taller than 5’6” due to her long, lean figure. And that sensational ass certainly deserves a mention! Since the Czech starlet made her debut on our sister site Viv Thomas back in July she has fascinated members there, who have described her as unique, sweet, hot, sexy, charming, gorgeous and funny, to list just a few of the epithets she has inspired.

Now Kira has given her kinky side free rein here at The Life Erotic, working with renowned MetArt Network director Alis Locanta – also making his TLE debut – to create intelligent and arousing movies with a decidedly boundary-pushing edge. In “Submitted” she dons a latex bit-gag and spanks her own peachy ass in a spirited subversion of sub play, while in “Inside Me,” released this week, she indulges in some intense frottage and panty stuffing that results in a shattering orgasm. It’s quite a way to make an impact!

Kira has a very cute behind-the-scenes interview on Viv Thomas, which shows off her very engaging personality. You can find the full movie here but here are a few highlights.

Kira, please tell us about yourself…

KZ:  I am 25. I am from the Czech Republic, and now I live in Prague. My favorite thing is my dog – yeah, I love my dog. I started shooting movies about six months ago because I saw naked pictures of my girlfriend and I wanted to do the same.

What is your favorite thing about your body?

KZ: My ass! I go to the gym maybe twice a week.

You’ve made some amazing movies with Alis Locanta that have a BDSM flavor. Are you more dominant or submissive?

KZ: In real life I am sometimes dominant and sometimes submissive, it depends on the man or the girl. What I like most is kissing and touching.

Are you bisexual?

KZ: I like boys more than girls, but I find girls more attractive. I like to touch their skin and their hair, but the most beautiful thing on a girl is the mouth – I like kissing them. I like natural girls because for me, natural beauty is the best. I hate plastic tits. I like natural, kind, romantic boys, but during sex I like it a little bit hard. I’ve never had a sexual relationship with a girl in real life, but I would like to have a girlfriend.

What do you enjoy doing?

KZ: I like going to the beach and watching films. I like secrets and surprises. If a man surprises me, it’s the best thing.

What’s your sexual fantasy?

KZ: I would like to have sex with one boy and two girls.

Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex?

KZ: I had anal sex in the larder, it was very crazy, because there was spaghetti, bananas, and dishes everywhere – and my mom showed up just as we finished.

Do you remember your first orgasm?

KZ: Yes, I was lucky because I thought I couldn’t have a real orgasm. It was with my ex-boyfriend, we were in bed and he fucked me hard and it happened.

Do you like to masturbate?

KZ: I like masturbating a lot. I do it every day. I use my hand and rub myself.

How would you describe yourself?

KZ: I think I am a kind person, and I think I have big sex appeal. I am a happy girl. I’m an exhibitionist. I like to be naked everywhere, at home, at the beach…!

 

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Vote no on Prop 60!

Adult industry players and civil rights activists across the world are uniting to oppose Proposition 60, a new proposal that would make the use of condoms mandatory in all adult films shot in California.

Proposition 60 goes to the vote on November 8, 2016. And while its sponsors claim the bill is intended as a protective measure, its many critics believe it could have serious repercussions for the safety and freedom of adult performers.

Citizens as ‘condom cops’

One of the most unusual and disturbing aspects of Prop 60 is that it allows any Californian resident to file a for-profit lawsuit if a condom is not visible in a single frame of a video – and without having to provide evidence that they suffered any harm in doing so.

Not only does this open the door to frivolous lawsuits; but it allows private citizens access to the personal information of adult performers simply by opening up a lawsuit, whether it is legitimate or not, making them easy prey for stalkers.

And Prop 60 makes anyone with a financial interest in an adult movie, such as a producer or distributor, liable for prosecution. Industry insiders fear this irregular and highly alarming provision could even extend liability to hotels and cable companies, giving it far-reaching consequences.

The adult industry already safeguards its own health

Those behind the Proposition say it’s a protective measure, and argue that it would send out a safer-sex message to viewers. There is already a law in place in California that requires condom use in adult movies, but lead sponsor of Proposition 60, Michael Weinstein, president of the AIDS Healthcare Foundation, says the state isn’t doing enough to enforce it.

This heavy-handed approach fails to acknowledge that industry performers undergo testing for HIV and STD infection every two weeks as standard. In fact there has not been an HIV transmission case linked to the industry in 12 years. 

Adult performers say that in some cases condoms can actually increase risk by causing friction and tearing, and they want the freedom to make their own choices. Proposition 60 is a violation of their civil rights.

Driving the industry underground

Earlier legislation – the notorious Measure B – drove a lot of the adult industry out of LA, resulting in economic losses to the state. It also forced elements of the adult film industry underground, increasing the vulnerability of performers by exposing them to more dangerous work.

A YES vote for Proposition 60 has the potential to intensify this situation.

Strong opposition from all sides

Prop 60 is being opposed not just by Californian adult performers and producers, but also by major newspapers and political organizations in the state, and public interest groups such as the Free Speech Coalition.

The Los Angeles County Commission on HIV, Equality California and AIDS Project Los Angeles are all opposing Prop 60, putting the lie to the implication that it is primarily intended to protect health. Members of both the state Democratic and Republican parties are also on record as opposing Proposition 60. 

The MetArt Network has joined the protest against Prop 60 to safeguard the privacy and freedom of choice of all those involved in creating and enjoying adult entertainment. We hope you’ll join us in voting NO to Proposition 60.

 

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Restraint: Amanda’s first bondage game

Erotic fiction inspired by Viola Bailey in “Restricted

“Why do you insist on behaving so badly?” asked Tara.

“I… I don’t know,” replied Amanda. “I try not to, but…”

Tara didn’t give Amanda the chance to finish her sentence. “Shut up and get undressed,” she demanded.

Amanda did as she was told, and then stood naked and shivering with anticipation. Tara fetched something from the nightstand – a pair of padded leather cuffs, and a kinky outfit that consisted of nothing more than latex straps. Silently, Tara helped Amanda put on the outfit, then strapped the cuffs around her wrists, slapped her on the ass, and led her to the bed. Amanda had never played this kind of game before, and she was nervous, but intrigued and excited too.

Tara pushed her onto her back, ordering her, “Arms above your head.”

Amanda raised her arms and Tara attached the wrist cuffs to the metal hoops and chains that were fixed to the bedhead, restraining her. Tara leaned in and arranged the straps of the bodysuit so they were squeezing Amanda’s ample breasts a little tighter. She tugged at the bottom part so it slid up into Amanda’s ass crack.

“Spread your legs!” Tara said. She fastened another set of padded cuffs around Amanda’s ankles and secured them at the end of the bed. Amanda’s thoughts ricocheted between trepidation and excitement, and her body started to tingle.

Tara closed Amanda’s eyes with her fingertips and in a brusque tone, said, “Make sure they stay that way!” Her fingers trailed down over Amanda’s lips, and then down to her chest. Amanda shuddered, feeling her nipples stiffen. Tara started stroking and squeezing Amanda’s breasts and tweaking her nipples, making her gasp and squirm at the strangely unsettling but arousing sensations.

When Amanda was so turned on she thought she might come just from having her nipples played with, Tara suddenly stopped touching her. Amanda didn’t know how long for, but it felt like hours. She felt the loss of touch like a physical pang, and opened her eyes to seek out her lover.

“I thought I told you to keep your eyes closed!” Tara said, her tone low and dangerous. Amanda screwed her eyes tight shut, and heard Tara’s spike heels tap across the room, pause, and walk back again. Tara slid something over her eyes; it felt like a leather blindfold.

As Tara resumed tugging on Amanda’s nipples, the submissive darling realized that wearing a blindfold actually heightened her senses. Tara started kissing and nipping her all over – on her neck, her breasts, and down her tummy, making her shiver and twitch. When Tara reached Amanda’s thighs she started licking them, slowly; and as she got closer to her pussy, Amanda’s body started bucking off the bed, chasing the sensation. Tara stopped what she was doing.

“No,” Amanda whispered. “Please don’t stop.”

“Silence!” Tara said coldly. “You never, ever speak when I’m in charge – you hear me?” Amanda nodded, and Tara pinched her nipple, hard.

“Do you want me to carry on?” Tara asked.

Amanda nodded again, trying to convey all her eagerness and desperation in the gesture. Tara’s touch was gentle despite her stern words as she lowered her head between Amanda’s thighs again and licked closer and closer to her pussy. Finally, when the anticipation was driving Amanda wild, Tara tugged aside the single latex strap that was covering the slit of her pussy and ran her tongue along its cream-slick length.

Amanda’s legs started shaking uncontrollably as Tara pulled the fleshy hood of her engorged clit back and flicked the tip of her tongue against it, then licked harder as she slid a couple of fingers inside her soaked hole. Tara felt the straps of the bodysuit tightening around her thrashing body as the strokes of Tara’s tongue and fingers drove her steadily towards orgasm. The pressure built and she was on the verge of coming when suddenly Tara moved away from her again.

Devastated, Amanda heard her lover walk out of the room. To be brought so close to orgasm and then abandoned felt unbearable. Her whole body trembled and pulsed with unreleased tension. She had no idea how long Tara was gone for, but it felt like forever.

To her surprise, Amanda’s arousal didn’t diminish at all, but just kept growing and growing; so when Tara did finally return, it took all her self-control not to beg for what she needed. To her relief Tara didn’t tease her again, but clamped her mouth on Amanda’s pussy and drove her tongue deep inside her dripping wet hole. Amanda bucked her hips against Tara’s mouth, making the straps of the bodysuit pull tight against her body again, but the sensation seemed blissful – all pain had transformed into pleasure.

Now Tara pressed down on her hips, holding her steady so the intense sensations focused with laser accuracy on her clit and G-spot. She was so close to orgasm, so when Tara stopped again she couldn’t stop herself from gasping out, “No! Please don’t stop!”

Tara didn’t chastise her this time though. Instead she straddled Amanda in a sixty-nine, grinding her sodden slot against Amanda’s mouth. Amanda lapped voraciously at Tara’s sweet and musky pussy, evidently earning her dominant girlfriend’s approval as Tara began eating her again. When she thrust two fingers deep inside Amanda’s saturated snatch and started fucking her hard and fast with them, it tipped Amanda over the edge into an overwhelming climax.

Tara rocked harder on Amanda’s mouth as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, fingering her right through the powerful tremors. She was still convulsing in ecstasy as Tara raised herself off her face, and with a primal scream of pleasure squirted her warm juices all over Amanda’s face. Amanda released a torrent of juice that dribbled between Tara’s fingers as the sensation gave her another jolt of pure sexual nirvana.

As Amanda lay catching her breath, sticky and still shackled to the bed, she knew she’d just experienced something that would enliven her sex life forever. She wondered how it would feel to switch and experience being the dominant partner…

 

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com.

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Tickle my pink

Laughter is infectious, but it affects some of us differently to others. Tickling turns me on. In fact, I had my first orgasm fantasizing about being tickled. Personally, I think having a tickle fetish is no stranger than being into massage, since the mechanics of it are all about being touched in a particular way, except that usually in the tickling scene the ticklee is bound or tied in a way that gives complete access to their most ticklish parts.

In the tickling scene – and thanks to the internet there is such a thing – you are either a ticklee or a tickler. But unlike BDSM, a fetish that has certain similarities, everyone is usually happy to be both. I have yet to meet a person who likes being tickled but isn’t willing to be a tickler themselves when the time comes around.

I get wet within a few minutes of starting to be ticked, probably because I’ve attached a deep sexual desire to it. My favorite thing is to have my hands tied to the bedhead above me, but my feet free of constraint, and only be wearing panties – I like that small layer of protection because it leaves a trace of doubt about how far this is going to go. Then my boyfriend, who knows my entire body map of tickle spots like the back of his hand by now, will tease me with a feather. That quickly escalates to fingers and by the time he’s reached my belly, I am wild with desire and laughing myself hysterical.

Sometimes, it’s purely playful – for instance, I’m in the kitchen cooking and he’ll jump out on me and tickle me mercilessly. Other times he’ll tickle me for a half hour without removing my underwear and it never goes further than that. These are rare occasions for us since my boyfriend isn’t actually a tickle lover himself, this is just for my own personal gratification. But for the main, in my life, tickling is a precursor to sex.

This is not how it is for everybody, I’m more than aware of that. Before I met my current boyfriend, I was a member of some small tickle groups, and we would all meet up in twos or threes and indulge in some tickle sessions, just pure tickling, nothing else. It was a good mix of people, a good balance of ticklees and ticklers, and a great way to while away an afternoon. When you have three people in a hotel room together and each of them just loves to be tickled, the time flies by in a chorus of laughter, giggling and straight up cackling.

Some of the people in the group had some embarrassment about what they were into, and I can understand that. There’s always a stigma to anything that’s out of the ordinary. I’ve tried reasoning with some, but at the end of the day, you can’t reason away a person’s shame, that’s something they have to do for themselves. The good news is, though, that since they’re into tickling, they’ll always be able to laugh about it.

 

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Ghosts, Episode Two: Intensity

An erotic fantasy inspired by Charles Lakante’s “Radio Ghost” featuring Paula Shy.

This is a continuation from episode one, which was posted on this blog on October 3rd 2016. The story so far: Paula feels a presence in the house with her, hungry to seduce her. Its touch becomes tangible as it undresses her, binding her to the staircase.

The story continues…

A million invisible eyes now surrounded Paula, observing and exploring her body in every detail. Up close and personal; feasting on her ribs, her rock hard nipples, her flat stomach, her belly button, her slender thighs and feet. But the attention was focused between her legs. Her pussy and ass were scrutinised thoroughly, every fold and crevice picked over. Paula’s arousal was clear. Her labia splayed open, flushed with lust, a thick sheen of pussy juice coating her sex, glistening on her inner thighs. Her clitoris had climbed out from under its hood, crying for attention. She felt the eyes boring into her asshole and pussy.

Paula could feel an infinite and inhuman lust washing over her, the presence’s feelings filling the room, threatening to devour her. The overpowering sensation drove her lust; carnality she had never before experienced. She wanted to be taken by this force, sexually ravaged inside and out.

It loved teasing the hell out of her; it could feel Paula’s deep desires and sexual excitement, her desire to give all of herself over, but she was not in control…

Paula’s clit was as hard and as prominent as her bullet-like nipples. Her juices were dripping from her labia, staining the parquet floor beneath. Those unseen eyes crawled over her body; it was ready to jump her and she wanted it hard!

Paula’s right hand was thrust between her legs, directly onto her pussy, while the left one grabbed her left breast hard and squeezed it repeatedly, as if to let her know who was in charge. Her right hand began to play hard with her pussy, passing her middle and ring finger between her labia above her dripping hole, massaging her clit. Her fingers moved back and forth, faster and faster. Paula was moaning and trembling, her thighs weaving like a flag at the mercy of the wind.

The more Paula’s fingers stroked her pussy hole and clit, the wetter she became. She could feel it around her, over her skin, inside her body and mind. It was playing with her senses. Her pussy throbbed with desire, her G-spot wanted to be pleasured, her juices flowed from her snatch, sticky trails of lust spreading over her pussy and thighs. 

Was it playing with Paula’s body for its own pleasure or was it possessing Paula to gorge itself on hers? The fires of Paula’s lust were fanned by the heightened sexual sensations the entity had thrust into her inner being, each of them spurring the other on – Paula’s sexual desires amplified with each forced erotic touch, her invisible companion’s wilful toying with her body encouraged to go further each time Paula responded in body and mind. A whirlwind of sex and sensuality steamrolling into a carnal frenzy.

Paula’s pussy spasmed, wanting to be penetrated, opening and closing as it called for attention. Her fingers were drenched in her own froth; her belly and thighs, the crack of her ass and her peachy cheeks were all coated in her slick lube – her heat rose form her body like a musk. Paula was aching to be filled, to be touched and probed intimately.

The presence could feel Paula’s uncontrollable desire and it was preventing her from getting what she wanted. It wanted her to wait. It wanted her to learn; to submit to its will and desires. Not because it wanted to subjugate her, but because she loved being dominated.

Paula couldn’t measure her pleasure, she had nothing to compare it to – she had never imagined such sexual ecstasy was possible! As her fingers were forced to circle around her dripping hole, she once again felt the intense anticipation. Was this her reward? Was this another lesson? Or was this a punishment?

Juices were dripping from Paula’s pussy, cream flowing in rivulets on her inner thighs and ass cheeks, her thighs trembling with anticipation. She couldn’t bear it anymore; the urge to get fucked was impossible to control! Her fingers were held fast, circling around her pussy slowly, almost torturing her, bringing her closer to the orgasm she was begging for.

Paula was between two worlds – stripped of the control of her own body, yet brought to the very edge by her own hands. Control, that was the secret. It wanted to take control away from Paula, to bring her to an even deeper loss of control. It wanted Paula to let herself go and give herself over.

It held her there for what seemed an eternity but was in reality less than a minute. Paula’s pussy was dripping like a leaking faucet as her fingers circled her pussy hole, driving her crazy. That slow movement was so incredibly intense that soon even this would make her come. She could feel a huge, explosive orgasm building deep within her. It was still some way off, but it was approaching and somehow she was scared of it. What would happen to her if she came without permission?

What it could do to her?

This made Paula realize that although she was without control of her limbs, she was left with enough control to hold her orgasm at bay. In that exact moment Paula’s middle and ring fingers slipped slowly in between her labia, diving deep into her throbbing hole, making her juices gush. Slowly diving deeper and deeper, making loud wet sounds as the fingertips reached for her G-spot. Paula moaned, her left hand squeezing her breast hard, picking at the juicy nipple. Fury. Pure, uncontrolled, fury soaked in burning lust filled Paula. it was coming and it wanted her to come. Hard. 

Paula’s right hand began to fuck her harder and faster, arching the middle and ring finger in such a way as to massage her G-spot with each thrust, slapping her clitoris with her own palm. The fingertips were constantly massaging the G-spot, the fingers were fucking her hole harder and harder, juices were spilling everywhere. Wet and squishy noises almost drowned out Paula’s moans of pleasure.

A huge orgasm was moments away. Paula was squirming, the pleasure so hard and unbearable that her body was fighting against it. Her thighs were closing hard on her right hand that was fucking her without mercy. But it didn’t want her to fight, it wanted her to surrender to herself!

A mysterious and incredibly determined force suddenly grabbed Paula’s thighs. The sensation was intense, like invisible hands. The force pulled her up against the wall, raising her up and making her keep her legs wide open. She was suspended in mid-air, her legs spread wide to let her right hand keeping on fucking her G-spot relentlessly. Her fingers fucked her hard and fast, arching to massage and stimulate every inch of that sensitive spot. Juices spilled in a warm rainstorm of pleasure, her thigh muscles tensed, her toes curled as shocks of pure pleasure traveled across her body.

It was fucking her harder and harder; she was slowly slipping over the edge, yet held fast on the precipice as her fingers fucked her pussy, her other hand now drawn to her clit, squeezing it and groping it lustfully. Paula’s rational mind was lost in that perfect moment; pleasure engulfed her body and soul – in that moment it let go of her without leaving her body.

Paula’s pussy opened like a flower, exploding into a hard orgasm. A stream of juices gushed from her hole as her fingers were pulled free from her pussy. Paula, close to screaming through overwhelming pleasure, trembling and squirming like crazy while still suspended in mid-air, convulsed uncontrollably. Suddenly her right hand went straight for her hole to fuck it deeper, pounding and massaging her to another strong squirting explosion that almost made her lose her senses.

The pleasure still embraced Paula’s whole body as it gradually faded away, the last drops of her juices falling from between her legs. The presence was tasting her pleasure, every single wave of bliss and muscular movement – every single cell – it was enjoying her pleasure from inside and out, slowly lowering her back down the wall, to rest on the floor in a puddle of her own warm squirt.

She finally reached the parquet, her skin feeling the warmth of her own juices, drenching her body in liquid lust. The ropes vanished from her arms, leaving her squirming through the last shudders of her orgasm.

Paula knew that this was just the beginning…

To be continued…

 

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com.

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Ghosts, Episode One: Sexual Presence

An erotic fantasy inspired by Charles Lakante’s masterpiece “Radio Ghost,” featuring Paula Shy.

“Loneliness is a state of mind. There are no empty rooms, there are always eyes watching somewhere within.”

Paula was preparing herself for the night. She was excited and happy, wearing her favorite dress: a soft and simple black and white polka dot affair, thin as a veil and daring enough to make her unique exotic beauty shine.

Sitting at the living room’s large table, in front of three small handheld mirrors, Paula was finishing her make up with extreme care. She wanted to be perfect; she wanted herself to be beautiful in the deepest sense.

Paula was smiling, feeling very happy but impatient. She was finally ready, turning around in the chair and looking towards the stairs. Smiling gorgeously, like an exotic goddess, she wanted to impress, steal heartland breaths. She wanted to be herself.

The aura of an exciting night was all around her. When was the last time she had felt this happy and enthusiastic?

She couldn’t remember. As much as Paula tried to focus, like she was searching for a memory in a familiar smell, she just couldn’t remember when she’d last felt this way, nor why. It nagged at her conscious mind, scratching at the doors of her perception. Why was she so happy?

That sensation of unfamiliarity, of something hidden behind the walls, lurking, crawling, calling her name. The longer Paula concentrated on these abstracts, the more she lost the wonderful feeling. She stopped thinking about it; she didn’t want to lose that happiness…

Standing up, Paula’s face once again lit up with a smile. She felt beautiful, hot and sexy, her dress gently caressing her soft, perfect skin like an angel’s whisper.

Paula turned away from the table and slowly walked toward the stairs, stopping in front of the first step and glancing toward the partially closed door at the top of the stairs, waiting to be observed, admired and discovered.

The atmosphere in the living room changed imperceptibly, the temperature rising, the light becoming brighter, like a new presence had entered the room, circling Paula, watching her. Paula could feel its gaze upon her, admiring her from head to toe.

Its gaze was like a warm breeze, an intangible force, but Paula could feel those hungry eyes all over her body, especially on her naked skin – her legs and arms and slender neck. Paula could sense desire and hunger for her from this invisible watcher.

She could feel eyes roving over her bare shoulders, across her neck and chest, then flitting to her smooth calves and bare feet, lingering on her legs where the hem of her dress cast its shadow.

Its excitement grew the more it admired Paula, who felt this mysterious force draw close. Paula couldn’t move, but she was somehow used to its gaze. There was a familiarity to this moment. Feeling its excitement growing, its desire for Paula’s amazing beauty, made her feel flattered, loved. But more than that, excited.

Something changed around Paula; the air moved. It was still there, looking at her, but it was waiting for something to happen. For a brief instant, under its craven gaze, Paula lost contact with her body. Suddenly, a shiver shocked along her spine. Paula immediately understood, this time she was to be seduced.

Slowly, and with a sensuality born from familiarity, Paula circled the stairs, coming to rest against the handrail, her arms trailing up the metal of the bannisters. As soon as Paula raised her arms, the presence reacted: a breath of air under both Paula’s naked armpits. A sensation that most wouldn’t believe – Paula knew the presence was licking, kissing, caressing and yet no tongue traced her skin, no lips brushed her neck, no hands stroked her face. The air around Paula’s arms grew warmer, the heat of the presence’s desires mixed with an eternal frustration. Paula knew it couldn’t touch her body, but she could feel how much it wanted to. There were ways to make this pleasurable – teasing can turn us all on…

Paula’s teasing and hard seduction built towers of its frustration and desire, a skyscraper of passion. The presence didn’t like that game anymore, didn’t like that Paula was in control. In the blink of an eye the air changed again: it’s desire now pure hunger, no sense of control. Paula’s beauty and charm were the key to a bottomless Pandora’s box now open wide, the lock torn free.

It was seeing her from all angles, unseen eyes from every corner. Paula couldn’t move her arms, locked in position above her. She was not afraid, but a new, never before felt, sensation was filling her. Something slid deep inside her body, slipping between her lips like a dart. It was inside her!

“No, that’s impossible!”

Paula could feel it inside her and out, surrounding her, holding her closer than humanly possible. Magically, Paula’s dress opened, the zipper sliding slowly down, the straps slipping from her shoulders, and fell like a leaf to her feet. Goosebumps rose on her arms and calves as the dress caressed her naked flesh.

Paula, now exposed in black panties only, her breasts illuminated by the warm lights, giving her olive toned skin and hardening nipples a mouth-watering sheen, could feel eyes observing her closely. Her nipples stiffened, springing forward from her breasts. Her own excitement built – being dominated had always made her wet with desire.

With arms still stretched out above, Paula sensed something pause between her feet. It moved slowly up her calves and over her knees, lingering on her smooth, silky thighs, edging closer to her panties. All its energy and intensity where underwear met skin.

It was exciting feeling that breath over her pussy. Paula felt horny, so horny that her pussy juice began to moisten her panties, a dark stain spreading over the thin material. She knew that soon she would be unable to control herself.

She stood waiting for what seemed an eternity, then suddenly something clutched Paula’s hand, snaking around her wrist then wrapping around her upper arm. Caught by surprise, Paula was startled to see a white rope binding her to the stairs. Immediately, her panties were pulled down, as if a panther had torn them from her, and tossed aside carelessly.

Paula, now completely naked, was left vulnerable; a sexual plaything.

To be continued…

 

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com.

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    beetle 5 hours ago

    Great Covershot.
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    By the way. I love Allas tiny silky feet. Want to lick them the whole day long. Yummy.

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    Gorgeous foot play, love her pointed toes!

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    Ha..another top story Donna :)

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    I love this! Who needs a man..this is just great; penetration, clit, all areas covered..haha..we women can do it all alone..:)

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    I do too Rose..just pick up and go..weeeee.....

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    Is Emma O alone or does it just make her happy? She always pushes something else big into her pussy. First a thick dildo, then a thick long block of ice and now a bottle. Dear Emma, I have something better that you can push into your pussy, with swinging motion. You can have it! But certainly you can get it not just from me!

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    Using a bottle of wine this way is for me always 10/10 🍾

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    Very hot, I love improper use of objects :-)

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    It's on SexArt, Mimi. It's not really a typical girl-girl movie... you will see :-)

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    Mimi17 5 days ago

    Oh..I just saw underneath that Emily is in a film called The Dream with another girl. How do I gain access to this film please Rose?

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    Mimi17 5 days ago

    Yes beetle!

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