Soaked and Squirming

October 30, 2018 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Nata in “Unrestricted Orgasm 2

Nata awakens abruptly, senses suddenly alerted to the ropes binding her wrists. Did she fall asleep when she and her lover were done playing last night? She shudders with pleasure at the memory of him tying her to the bedposts, unable to move while he licked her pussy until she’d screamed out her orgasm.

He’d fucked her relentlessly then, pounding her into the mattress, her whole body bucking as she strained against her bonds, her pussy squeezing his cock convulsively until she milked out his hot load. She can feel it now; she is still full of his cum and her sugar walls twitch and shiver at the thought of it. She wants to touch it, to slide her fingers into her cum-drenched pussy… but her hands are tied.

She tugs at her restraints, and one hand slips free easily. Of course; he wouldn’t be so crazy as to leave her tied up while he goes out, would he? She frees her other hand too, and reaches down to loosen the chains around her ankles, but they won’t budge. So be it. The idea that she’s spent all night with her legs spread wide open turns her on. And he’s been kind enough to leave her big silver vibrator within reach, knowing that she’d wake up horny after last night’s game. She sucks it to lube it up, not that she really needs to; when she lays back and thrusts it into her soaked slit, it slides in like a knife through butter.

She tries to take it slow at first, sliding it in and out gently, feeling it stimulating every spot inside her. She’s as sensitive as if they only just got done fucking, her pussy feeling the imprint of his cock so vividly she can imagine she’s getting penetrated by his warm flesh-and-blood cock instead of the cold, unyielding metal. Soon she’s squirming, plunging the dildo in faster and deeper, her excitement building unstoppably.  

She turns the vibrator on and pushes it back inside. The intense sensation is almost too much, her pelvis bucking up to meet it greedily. She uses her free hand to spread her lips open and rub her clit in frantic circles, her ankle shackles rattling restlessly as she humps back against the driving dildo. She’s eager to try another position now, so she releases the chains – she was just teasing herself that she couldn’t escape, all along – and turns onto her hands and knees. It’s her favorite position to get fucked in, and as she spreads her thighs wide and goes face down, ass up, she pictures him slamming his cock into her like this, their flesh slapping together with each hard stroke. She’s gasping and biting her lip now, the insistent in-and-out motion making her feel so good.

She lies back against the pillows to finish herself off, knees up, thighs spread, free hand squeezing her nipples. When she orgasms, the contractions of her cunt are so powerful they push the toy out, the mingled jizz and pussy juice spraying out over the bed.

And that’s how he finds her a moment later, breathless and trembling, her sloppy-wet, just-fucked pussy looking oh so tempting…

 

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She Comes In Colors

October 23, 2018 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Liz Rainbow in “Day Starter 2

Liz missed Todd as much as a hangover. His dick – that big cock of his – was another matter. She never thought of herself as that type. But a year with Todd had spoiled her – or maybe it had ruined her. Everyone after Todd felt inconsequential.

Todd and Liz used to fuck in the morning. He was still half asleep when she would get his cock all nice and big in her mouth. He slept on his back so once he was hard she would simply ride his rising cock. Even after he came, he could stay hard for a while, so Liz kept going as long as she needed. There was so much pressure on her insides that she felt like she was delivering an orgasm.

Many mornings now, she felt lonely. She ached for a big cock. On this morning, she walked to the bathroom with a little more bounce in her step.

Liz flipped on the shower and gave the mirror a good stare. There was something unnaturally natural about her. Her toenails and fingernails were painted sky blue. Her hair was dyed a similar color with a mix of purple, like the dying light before dusk. She had a pair of bluish roses tattooed on her stomach, as if they were sprouting from her trimmed lady garden. Her breasts felt puffy in her hands and she rubbed her hardened nipples with her thumbs until her face disappeared in the mirror. She dialed in her favorite radio station – some classic rock – and jumped in the shower.

Have you seen her dressed in blue?

See the sky in front of you

Liz was already glazed from the anticipation of a sleepless night. She washed away the sticky coat on her pussy and then stuck her fingers inside for a fresh batch of natural lube. The water beat against her eyelids as she backed up, reaching behind her until her hand reached a cock suction-cupped to the tiled wall.

It was 12 inches with no ego – the best kind of cock.

She had gone through many months of trial and error before she found Mr. Rainbow – the cock had taken her last name. The cock was unnaturally white, like all the colors of the rainbow fused into one. It wasn’t merely a matter of length and girth, or what size balls she wanted, if any. The texture had to be right. It had to smell like the absence of smell. It needed to taste natural. Needless to say, she had a closet full of lonely dildos.

Liz knew that she wouldn’t get much out of Mr. Rainbow if she didn’t treat it like a partnership. For better or for worse, she had to give pleasure to receive it. She gave it best on her knees. She was relentless, licking, sucking, and gagging her way to being out of breath. And after an unforgettable blowjob, she was ready.

Mr. Rainbow was stuck on the wall at the perfect height for Liz’s perfect bent body. She let Mr. Rainbow in doggy style.

Liz didn’t realize there were so many ways to fuck in the shower. Standing nearly straight up, she took Mr. Rainbow in her hands and curled him up into her pussy with plenty of cock left to slide over. She felt the most leverage when the cock was stuck to the bottom of the tub, where she took a spin cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Attached to the slope in the back of the tub, its upward angle rubbed up against her G-spot as she rocked back and forth on her knees.

Eventually, she found the greatest comfort reclined back in the tub with the showerhead in one hand and Mr. Rainbow in the other. The water splashed on her thirsty tits as she stuck the dildo deeper inside her. When the sensations intensified she aimed the shower over her crotch. Water made the worst lube but the splash against her pussy gave her the courage to ignore the burning friction within. Six inches gave way to nine. At ten inches, Mr. Rainbow’s little nut sack started to thwap against Liz’s engorged honey lips.

She grabbed the dildo with two hands, her moans reaching a higher and higher pitch. One last intense rub of the clit and she relented through her exhaling.

Maybe it was the size that mattered. Or maybe it was just the song that put her in the right frame of mind.

Coming colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

Liz caressed her breasts, feeling so good she almost forgot it was a Saturday. She plugged the drain of the tub and let the water run over her until the tub was filled to the brim.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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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Pleasures in Purgatory

October 16, 2018 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Lola Ash in “The Road To Home 2

No one else at St. Nicholas was adventurous enough to discover the abandoned bus station near campus. That suited Lola just fine. She took a detour there as often as she could on the long walk home from the cafeteria to her dorm. It was her ticket out of purgatory.

“Anybody home?” called Lola. Hearing nothing but echoes, she ventured into the open-air building until she found some privacy behind large chunks of ripped up concrete.

Lola had been thinking of spanking herself all day, and today she was getting some extra help. From the back of her skirt, she pulled out a long black riding crop that she had snuck from Sister Gertrude’s class. She pulled her skirt up over her butt.

Tap, tap, tap.

The crop sent gentle stings of pleasure up and down her body. She put her books on the ground and placed her foot up on a flat slab of concrete, which was a little smaller than a twin bed. She lifted her skirt again and wedged her cotton panties back to expose more of her flesh.

Lola spanked that badass with increasing authority.

Her cotton panties—white with powdery blue dots—were the only thing she wore that weren’t regulation uniform. The underwear didn’t go unnoticed by her classmates, who whispered behind their hands about her. She liked being viewed as a campus oddity.

Lola hadn’t even known there were colleges with uniforms, and she found wearing it suffocating. But St. Nicholas was the only place Daddy would pay the tuition, for the time being. “I know you’re stuck with those tattoos, but if you come home without that ungodly metal in your nose, we’ll talk,” he told her.

The first thing Lola did at St. Nicholas was get a piercing under her bottom lip. Then she researched every last sub-clause of the school’s dress code to see what she could get away with. She stretched her white socks up to her knees and rolled her black skirt high up on her waist. Her exposed thighs were powerful and glowed golden from all the time she spent studying in the hayfields. She wore big nerdy glasses and was particularly fond of the bright red laces she switched on to her white tennis shoes.

The red laces matched the color of her fingernails, which were sharp and now sticking into her skin as she squeezed her ass cheek tight in her hand. Her underwear clung to her wet cunt and she could no longer resist it. The cotton rubdown felt so good that she had to take a seat.

Lola took the handle of the crop and ran it back and forth along the damp groove visible through her underwear. When she was ready to let her pussy breathe she found her lips fat and happy. She pressed and massaged her clit deep into her folds.

It felt good, but she knew she needed more to cum. She swung the crop against her inner thighs.

Smack.

She winced with pain.

Smack. Smack.

Having a fucked-up past was a boring explanation for sexual deviancy. Lola’s past was normal enough. But she did feel the threat of punishment any time she was enjoying herself, through all stages of her life: sneaking a treat before dinner, stealing a few swigs of bourbon, or being caught on the couch with another girl without two feet on the floor. She was grounded so often that she began to like the solitude—crave it, even—which made her feel guilty. She began to dabble in her own forms of self-punishment. It started out somewhat harmless, making indented shapes in her skin with her nails—hearts and crosses—but inevitably became sexual. Lola was introduced to pleasure through pain. The first time she had an orgasm started with her pinching her nipples until they turned purple.

Welts were beginning to form on Lola’s thighs as she started to breathe heavily. Her body was becoming increasingly sensitive to the touch, and even the slightest tap of the crop overwhelmed her senses.

The welts looked like strings on an instrument, and Lola transformed the crop into a bow, which she slid through her lips until it disappeared. She hit all the right notes as she approached her crescendo.

Lola needed something inside her. She bent over on her knees, grinding them into the rough concrete, and put the handle of the crop in her mouth to get it wet. She didn’t really need any help as the handle slipped into her soaked pussy with ease. She took the thin end of the crop and jerked the handle inside her.

She turned onto her back again so she could spread out and plunge the crop handle as deep as it would go. As her orgasm began its inevitable slide, she found an internal solace that she wished would last longer. Her guilt would not stay away too long, and even as her body came to its earthly senses she felt the need to give herself a few last slaps with the crop.

With her body resting and her eyes closed, Lola suddenly thought of a quote from Sister Gertrude. “The fire of purgatory feels the same as the fires of Hell. The difference is the fire of purgatory is purifying.”

She chuckled, thinking that her little getaways were probably not what the Sister had in mind.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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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In praise of nipples!

October 09, 2018 - by: Jilian

Inspired by Alice Shea in “Nipple Piercing

Watching Red Fox’s excellent movie “Nipple Piercing” with the very sexy Alice Shea got me thinking about how much I love nipples.

Alice is gorgeous, a slender blonde with an understated, classy sex appeal. She seems like a classical, ethereal beauty in black lingerie, stockings and garters, right up until the moment she pulls down her bra and slides the silver barbells into her nipples – definitely not something from the era of classic pin-up models!

Alice has lovely small breasts, and her delicate pink nipples are so sweet and alluring, especially when they stiffen up as she puts the barbells in. But the movie got me thinking about just how many different kinds of nipples there are out there, and how much pleasure they bring to all of us. There isn’t a single type of nipple that I don’t adore, from petite, unassuming little buttons to sensational puffies that make you do a double take when you see them. I love them all.

Long nipples are fascinating, the kind that seem to get incredibly stiff and poke through the thickest sweater. Taking a long, super-stiff nipple between my lips is delicious; feeling one glide over my pussy slit, getting slick with my cream, is even better. And it’s so arousing to suck one and feel it getting longer and stiffer, like a tiny cock…

Then there’s that wonderful moment when a girl undresses in front of me and I discover she has big areolae. I like the dark ones, and I also love huge, pale-pink puffies that flush a deeper pink as she gets excited and her nipples harden. I love to get my whole mouth around them.

One of my favorite surprises to discover beneath a bra is the dark nipple. When a girl is darker skinned you expect it, but on a fair-skinned girl a deep red or brown nipple can be a delightful contrast. A redhead with cherry nipples is a very tempting sight, one I find very sexy. And then there’s the sheer unadulterated pleasure of stimulating an innie so much that it pops out and turns into an outie!

A surprising number of girls can get close to orgasm, or even right over the edge, just from having their nipples played with, so I always take the opportunity to suck, lick, stroke and pinch a new partner’s nipples, discovering what gets her gasping with excitement. It’s earned me the reputation as a great lover of women, but really I do it because I get so much satisfaction from it myself. I guess you could call me a connoisseur; and now Alice has me wondering how it would feel to have a pierced nipple beneath my curious tongue…

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Real life lesbian lovers

October 03, 2018 - by: Michael

My compliments to the chef on cooking up such a fine dish in “Intimate Punishment 2.” Director Alana H certainly knows how to serve a gourmet feast for the eyes, and this was the standout movie of the month for me.

What wonderful ingredients. When you put a smoldering hot Hispanic beauty like Chela on the menu, and let her take charge of a little cutie like Petra, you immediately command my full attention. And then, as I look upon the dish that’s set before me and catch a glimpse of the hairy pie that Petra has to offer, my mouth is already watering.

The moment you see Chela’s index finger slippery with Petra’s pussy juice as she rubs it between her lips is when it went from great to sublime. It has an authentic feel, as if the camera just happened to be there to capture this intimate encounter.

You can see that having Petra blindfolded and restrained really heightens her sexual excitement. She has no idea what Chela will do to her, and that makes her very wet. The close up of Chela’s face as she leans down and starts to lick Petra’s clit is so arousing, seeing Petra’s pussy shining with juice. No wonder Chela can’t resist sliding a couple of fingers into Petra’s creamy slit. And Chela looks incredible riding Petra’s face, her own hairy pussy bobbing up and down on her lover’s tongue, her sexy, tanned titties bouncing; while in the foreground is Petra’s lush pink slit, slippery wet with her juice and surrounded by dark pubic hair. I never felt more like a fly on the wall, watching a genuine lesbian couple driving each other wild.

So many sites out there are full of fake lesbian scenes where you can tell the girls are just going through the motions. Girl-on-girl action may be more of a rarity on The Life Erotic but it’s always the real deal – and this has rocketed straight to the top of my ‘favorites’ list!

Look out for the follow up to this movie, coming soon!

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