Advanced Search
Advanced Search

Sex talk with Game of Thrones star Samantha Bentley

Samantha Bentley is a legend – a buxom Brit who was already a popular erotic model before she hit the headlines for her appearances in everyone’s favorite TV show, “Game of Thrones.” First featured as a bathhouse extra in season four, she was invited back for a featured role as the gorgeous Daenerys-lookalike hooker in the ass-revealing dress in season five, episode three; once seen, never forgotten!

Unusually for a crossover star, Samantha’s mainstream success hasn’t diminished her appetite for pushing boundaries one little bit; and she’s caused controversy again recently with a series of photoshoots with The Life Erotic photographer Freyr which caused an outcry in the British tabloid press – check out today’s photoset “Sacrilege,” which shows Samantha and Faye Taylor naked outside a church. Sam’s response to the fuss has been typically level-headed; fiercely intelligent, funny and candid, she’s one of the best spokeswomen for erotica I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting to know. I hope you’ll enjoy getting better acquainted with her too…

Samantha, what’s the story behind those outdoor photoshoots with Freyr.

SB: I was freezing. Freyr is one of my favorite photographers though, so I didn't complain too much. I'm comfortable with nudity so I never worry about being naked in public. We were in Norway, first in Røros and then in Vingebu. Norway is my favorite country, I would love to live there full time. I went backpacking on my own two years ago and have been desperate to go back ever since, so to me this wasn't really work at all. In Røros a few people saw us. We were in the town center.

Were you surprised by the controversy in the British press?

SB: I was surprised it got so much attention. I do porn at the end of the day, I had no idea one Instagram post of me naked but fully covering myself would cause a stir. It began with the local Røros news, then internationally in Norway and followed by the Sun [British tabloid newspaper]. It is a bizarre story.

How has life changed for you since appearing in “Game of Thrones”?

SB: It really boosted my career, having a credit in “Game Of Thrones” is a great addition for anyone.

Please tell us more about yourself.

SB: I was born and raised in south London, I bought a house in north London last year and am about to move into my second house in Shoreditch with my boyfriend. I enjoy yoga, writing, making music, playing piano, walking my dogs, sex, drawing, making things and generally being creative. I have a cat called Creep that now lives with my dad because I don't have a garden anymore and I have two dogs, a pug called Fang and an English Bull terrier called Frankie. 

What inspired you to get into nude modeling?

SB: Actually it was Ariel Piper Fawn [model turned Producer on our sister site SexArt, who has cast Samantha in some excellent roles]. I saw pictures of her on MetArt when I was 18 and doing Page 3 [topless modeling] in the UK and I thought, ‘I wanna do nude.’

What is your favorite thing about your appearance?

SB: My eyes. Big and blue.

How do you keep in such good shape?

SB: Lots of yoga, walking the dogs and I fuck like a maniac.

How long have you been making films?

SB: I've been taking my clothes off on camera for about ten years and doing actual porn movies for about six.

What do you enjoy most about making movies?

SB: Traveling. I'm very spoilt with where I get to go. 

Do you like to watch your own movies?

SB: Yes but literally only to see what I've done well and what not to do ever again. 

How would you describe your personality?

SB: Loyal, stubborn, ambitious, neurotic and a bit annoying.

Are you a romantic person?

SB: Yes. I love romance and I love love and being in love. I'm a lowkey sucker for chick flicks.

Are you an exhibitionist?

SB: Yes, 100 percent.

Do you have a high sex drive?

SB: Yes. My boyfriend didn't realize what he signed up for. 

Are you more dominant or more submissive?

SB: Definitely sub in the bedroom. I love to be controlled. 

Did you have sex with a girl in your personal life before you started to make movies?

SB: Yes I lost my virginity to a girl, and I dated girls before I ever dated guys. In men I like dark hair and dark eyes. Tattoos. Good music taste. Intelligence, humor and must have a good job. I don't want a scrub. In girls I don't really have a type. I like intelligence and I like girls that are up for anything. I like soft skin, and a nice smell. 

What is your favorite position?

SB: I hate this question. I like anything that makes me cum.

What turns you on?

SB: Neck biting and a sense of humor.

Where is the most unusual place you’ve ever had sex?

SB: On the side of the motorway in the rain. Doing it in public places is one of my fetishes. Restaurant toilets, nightclubs, on a train, side of the road, parking lot, in a strip club. 

Do you masturbate with your fingers, or toys?

SB: I use my wand. I'm lazy. 

Where do you like to meet guys?

SB: To be honest every boyfriend I've ever had, I've met through friends. I've never been picked up in a bar because I tend to always be in a relationship. I've never had a one night stand. 

Do you remember your first kiss?

SB: Yes. I was 13 and it was New Year's Eve and it was a neighbor that I went to school with. 

How about your first orgasm?

SB: It was in the shower on vacation in the south of France with my family. I had read a book where the girl used the shower head to masturbate, so I tried it.

Have you ever had a threesome?

SB: I lost my virginity in a threesome. Me, my friend and the guitarist of a band, in his dressing room. Since then I've had my fair share. My favorite was last year on New Year's Eve with my boyfriend and a cute call girl I met in Amsterdam. She was amazing.

Do you believe in open relationships?

SB: If there is trust then yes. It's not for me, I've done it before but I'm very jealous. I love threesomes but nothing without my other half involved.

Do you like kinky play? 

SB: I used to love being tied up and fucked really hard until I was bruised. I also love being choked out until I pass out.

What are your ambitions?

SB: I want to direct eventually and work on my music.

You can follow Samantha on Instagram, Snapchat and Twitter: @thebadbentley 

 

READ MORE

Shibari – the erotic art of rope bondage

From the outside, looking in, it’s easy to see how you might think Shibari is all about BDSM and sex play, but the truth is far more complex than that. Its origins lie far back in Japan’s 14th century feudal system where a form of rope bondage known as Hojojutsu was used by Samurai to restrain their prisoners. Samurai lived under a strict code of honor; a prisoner was to be treated well, thus the binding techniques used were a reflection of the status the captive held. The rigging itself became an art form through the ages, and then in the 1800s a new form of erotic Hojojutsu emerged, which evolved into the Shibari we know today. Shibari practitioners consider it an art form, clearly taking it far above the realm of sadomasochism. Beyond the fact that one participant will be tied up while the other does the tying, there is little in the way of domination.

When I tell people that I like being tied up, they generally think of dungeons, dress up and roleplay – getting handcuffed to the bed or roped into a position that is primarily sexual – but this is far from the reality. Shibari isn’t about sex. That’s not to say that I don’t have sex after a Shibari session, only that it doesn’t happen every time. It’s not even about the relationship between me and the rope artist. Of course, we do have a relationship, and a very good one, but when we practise Shibari, for me at least, it is about the release.

It is a paradox that when I am bound, when I am as far from physical freedom as it is possible to get, I am also at my freest. When I am unable to move because of the constraints – knots that are tied to ensure that even the slightest of movements is restricted – I feel free of all the day’s anxieties and stresses. Perhaps it is because I am unable to do anything about these daily problems that I feel so free. Perhaps it is because, in order for Shibari to work, I have to put myself entirely in the hands of another. It’s probably a mixture of the two, to tell you the truth, because I often flit between these two explanations, depending on who I am explaining it to.

There are many ways we enjoy Shibari. Some sessions are entirely for my benefit, involving lots of convoluted knots and binds, often with me being suspended from the ceiling in some way that means if I close my eyes I lose all sense of where I am, as if I’m floating in a cloud. Other sessions are more for my partner’s benefit, and these can go one of two ways. He enjoys the beauty of the ropes, binding me in dazzling ways that somehow seem to emphasize my body’s appeal. And then there are those times when the sessions end with us fucking, where he suspends me from the ceiling and binds me so that certain parts of me are exposed…

READ MORE

Sexy confessions from Anna Rose

Anna Rose is an interesting character – elegant and somewhat reserved, but delightfully passionate and uninhibited when it comes to sex. She’s also stunningly beautiful, with long jet-black hair, come-to-bed eyes, sensational legs and a peachy bottom, and an exotic look that suggests Native American or Eurasian as well as Eastern European heritage.

I met Anna Rose in Prague when she was shooting with director Andrej Lupin for our sister site SexArt, and I was taken aback by how friendly and easy-going she was, given that she excels at playing sexually domineering and even bitchy roles. Check out “Bittersweet Tale” for a simply breathtaking example of this – it’s one of my movies of the year!

Here at The Life Erotic, Anna Rose has appeared in four movies, all directed by unconventional genius Charles Lakante. In two she plays only an intriguing supporting role, but in “Haunting” and “Lágrimas Do Coração” she takes center stage with some deliciously kinky wax and bondage play. It’s bound to leave you wanting more from her.

Producer Ariel Piper Fawn interviewed Anna Rose for the SexArt blog while she was on location with Team Lupin; you can watch the full interview here but here is a taster from this gorgeous starlet…

Anna Rose, please tell us a little about yourself.

AR: I'm 20, and I'm from Ostrava, Czech Republic. I’ve been modeling for two years. I have two dogs. I sleep in my free time. And I like dance music in general, no particular artist.

What do you like most about your appearance?

AR: I like my butt, my hair and my eyes.

What do you enjoy about shooting movies?

AR: I like when there's something really happening in the movie. When it's not just about sex. I enjoy that.

How would you describe your personality?

AR: I'm hot tempered, goal-directed, I'm wicked, but sometimes I'm good. I'm not very friendly, I keep a distance from people. I’m not a romantic.

Are you an exhibitionist?

AR: Yes. Otherwise I couldn't do this job. I think everybody is.

Do you have a high sex drive?

AR: There are times when I need it all the time, and sometimes I don't want it at all.

Are you more dominant, or submissive?

AR: At home I'm submissive. That's why I need a big guy. I'm a different girl at work.

What kind of man do you like?

AR: He has to be tall, sturdy. I don't like when a man is skinny. And he has to be charismatic, have something that catches my eye. Something inside him.

What's your favorite sex position?

AR: Doggy style.

What turns you on?

AR: In my personal life I like when he pulls my hair, spanks me or spits in my face. That's what I like.

What's the most unusual place you've had sex?

AR: We did it in the basement of an apartment house. It was a walk-through room and we were surprised by a passing man.

Do you remember your first orgasm?

AR: Yes, and I didn't have it until I was 18. It was the first one I really felt. Until then it had been pleasurable, of course, but it wasn't a climax.

Do you like to masturbate?

AR: Yes. I prefer using my fingers, but I enjoy it on the top rather than inside.

Is there anything you’d like to try?

AR: I'd like to have a lot of guys all at once!

 

READ MORE

Tight: a kinky tale

Inspired by “Embrace” starring Yasmina B

It was my first time in a place like this. A friend had recommended the club. There was nothing strange about the lobby; it was all very chic. I was greeted warmly by a pretty receptionist, who handed me my safe word, checked my ID, and got me to fill out a nondisclosure contract, before escorting me to my room.

My fetish is a little unusual. I have a thing for cling wrap. I love how it feels against my skin, and the constriction as the plastic tightens. I undressed and laid my clothes in a neat stack. I was perfectly clean-shaven and freshly showered because the plastic makes me sweat like crazy. My hair is very long, so I pinned it up in a bun for more freedom of movement. Then I heard a knock – my Mistress was at the door.

I sat on the floor, naked, with my head down and my hands over my lap, assuming the position. My heart pounded as the clacking of her heels came closer. The first thing I saw was her black leather boots. I wanted to look up, but I was afraid. I guessed she was dressed in a sexy leather catsuit. Her thighs squeaked as she walked around me.

First, she placed a large box of plastic wrap down and started to stretch it out. Then, she knelt down and tied a thick black scarf over my eyes. I only caught a glimpse of her beautiful face. My body tensed abruptly now that I couldn't see.

“What fun am I going to have with your hair like this?” she sighed. I tried to reply, but no sound came out. My voice was trapped behind a nervous lump in my throat. I felt her hands unravel my hair and weave through it as she braided it. She stood me up and made me spread my legs. I could hear her stretching the plastic wrap out. The sound of it ripping over the teeth of the box was haunting.

“You smell delicious,” she purred. “Good enough to eat.”  My lips quivered and my pussy moistened as she ran her tongue down my cleavage and over my stomach. The slow warm slide made me insanely aroused. She gave my clit a slight wet flick with the tip of her tongue and moved away. My knees were shaking, craving more. She pushed a ball of the plastic wrap into my pussy, using her fingers to stuff it deep.

“You have such a tight little pussy,” she said. “I can barely fit my fingers inside you.” I was still speechless. She wound more plastic wrap around my hips, encircling my body. Then, she wrapped tight loops of it across my stomach and even more over my breasts, finally crisscrossing up and around my neck. I heard more plastic ripping from the box; then froze in shock as I felt it wrap over my mouth. My safe word was useless if I couldn't talk. I didn't know what she was going to do to me. The thrilling fear made me so wet, I could feel moisture leaking from my pussy, squishing over the film inside me.

I heard a clanking noise above me. She took my wrists and wrapped them in plastic, binding them together, then raised my arms above my head and hooked them to something metallic. I was completely helpless. I was so scared, I almost burst into tears – but I was excited, too. I felt the urge to escape, but I couldn't move. I could hear her laughing, so amused by seeing me struggle.

Suddenly, I felt the heat of her body press against mine. The leather-clad swell of her breasts grazed over me, her hands soothing me as they ran down my waist. She popped the plastic that was over my mouth and I gasped for more air. I calmed down a little, feeling her soft lips on mine. Then I felt a hard tug at my braid, forcing my head back. She kissed my neck gently and pulled my face closer, my hair still wrapped around her hand. I was so confused. How could she kiss me so sweetly while she tormented me this way? Everything she was doing was making me so horny. I pressed my thighs together to try and squeeze some tension out.

“Calm down,” she said teasingly. “Look at you! I haven't even started and your legs are shaking already!” Her words made me flush with shame. I felt powerless, my composure shattered.

She knelt and ran her tongue up and down my thighs. I began to whimper helplessly as she licked higher. She hadn't even touched my pussy and I was already close to coming. The tight plastic was squeezing my orgasm back like the taut aim of a slingshot. She kept teasing my inner thighs to the point where I was half-crazed. I was biting my bottom lip so hard, I could taste the indentation my teeth made. I wanted to cry. I tried to close my legs, but her tight grip kept my ankles apart.

She finally began to lick higher, her warm mouth surrounding my pussy through the plastic. I started moaning louder, trembling wildly. Just a few licks were all it took for my orgasm to rise. In the midst of the sensation, she let go of me. She pulled the plastic wrap out of my pussy and ripped through the film surrounding me, finally letting my skin breathe. I felt her mouth on me again, her tongue whirling around my drenched slot. My orgasm became a continuing force. When I thought the last throb would die down, another wave flowed through me. My pussy was so wound up, it felt like I was never going to stop coming. I had never felt anything so intense or powerful in my entire life.

She moved away again, and I heard a buzzing noise. “Yes!” I thought. “Whatever it is, please fuck me with it. I need to let all of this out!” My cunt was aching to be filled. Sure enough, I felt the thickness of a vibrating dildo surge inside me. My pussy was so gushing wet, I could hear the squelching of each thrust. She fucked me deep and hard, the toy pounding at my G-spot. Then, her tender mouth sucked my clit again. The hard vibrating thrusts and her soft tongue drove me over the edge. Multiple orgasms burst through me with unimaginable force. I screamed my way through it, tears streaming down my face.

When I was exhausted, she took the dildo out slowly and tossed it aside. My chest was heaving, my tears flowing. She untied the scarf from my face. The hiccupping gasps of my breath finally calmed when I saw her tender gaze. She kissed me softly. The taste of her mouth was so satisfying. We kissed passionately for a while, making me almost forget about the torment I’d been through.

“Loose,” I sighed, finally using my safe word. She smiled sweetly as she unwound the plastic from my wrists.

I can't get the memory of that experience out of my head. I can never look at cling wrap the same way again. When I see it in the grocery store, I pick it up and stare at the box. Then, I smile.

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!

 

READ MORE

Comic Art meets Erotica: Jason Atomic

The creator of art so vibrant it virtually pops off the canvas, in recent years Jason Atomic has also become know for his curation of group art shows and performance events celebrating different aspects of underground pop culture.

I met up with the courteous, eccentric Brit in a Brighton [UK] bar to chat about his life and art – and during the course of several pints of foaming ale I came to realize that they were one and the same.

Did the way you were raised have an influence on you becoming an artist?

JA: Yes, my family moved a lot when I was a kid, so being an artist was the one constant that I had. I don’t remember the first time I found a pen, but it was very early – my mom has pictures from when I was one-and a-half years old. I was obsessed with drawing animals. I also got into history, ancient Egyptians and Native Americans, particularly; and from there I went into horror, and then comics.

How old were you when you got into comic books?

JA: My first ever collage was made from Tarzan comics around 1972, when I was five years old. Then I started collecting comic books about 1976: reprints of American ones that were full of Jack Kirby and Steve Ditko [artists responsible for such awesome characters as Spider-Man and The Fantastic Four] comic strips. I really loved cave paintings too – it’s the kind of art I most relate to.

When did you start painting?

JA: I was instinctively drawn to the idea of it, but the shitty hog-hair brushes they give you at school frustrated me and really put me off painting. I couldn’t get the detail I wanted. I remember one instance when I was about six or seven years old: I couldn’t get Dracula’s fangs pointy enough, so I scrubbed out his face and left it on my desk, intending to finish it off after the weekend. But when I went to the school library it was on the wall – so my first publicly exhibited artwork was an unfinished piece that I was really unhappy with. So I gave up on it, decided I was going to draw comics, and wrestled with that through the 1980s. Unfortunately, in 1994 a bad experience with a publisher made me call it a day with comics, and I decided to move to Japan [for four years]. Around that time I had a dream that changed everything: I was in an old farmhouse at night, sat at a school desk full of sketchbooks from when I was a kid, looking out over a graveyard. Suddenly, I became aware that someone was with me. I looked around and there was the face of [surrealist artist] Salvador Dali floating over my left shoulder, and he said, “It’s time, we’ve gotta go.” I had to go downstairs for this big press launch, because Dali and his fellow dead art legends Joan Miró and Pablo Picasso had chosen me to represent them in the 21st century. While Dali was a floating face, Miró had manifested as a small, white talking kitten, and Picasso had come back as an enlarged newspaper cut-out. There was a sculpture that I had to unveil on their behalf, which basically turned out to be a triplicate phallic symbol. This dream visitation by the three ghosts made me realize that I shouldn’t be trying to conform to this idea of making a popular thing for people to consume [like a comic book]. Instead, as they did, I should get away from everything and start looking at life and drawing it: if someone puts your dinner on the table, draw your dinner; if you go for a walk and see a tree, draw that tree. So that’s all I did for my first year in Japan, I just got in touch with that idea of interpreting reality through my own consciousness.

But you still drew people, didn’t you?

JA: I did, but I knew I could draw people. I tried drawing the things that I didn’t know how to draw. I don’t look at the paper when I’m drawing, because I’m trying to take the ego out of the process: my hand just follows my eye in an almost mechanical way, so my brain doesn’t choose what it draws. I’m trying to make my process authentic, so that the line has a kind of existential nature. And the color, which I add afterwards, is more like an expressive playing: how the paint hits the canvas, how it rolls, how it coagulates.

How did you move on from subject matter that some would consider mundane?

JA: I always wanted to be investigative with my work, and being interested in sub-cultures and different scenes, I’d hang out with [for instance] punks and draw them in their environment. This led to me performing with a band called Fist Fuck Deluxe in London. It was great fun, but very different from my painting. So from the late 1990s/early Noughties I was fighting to pull together these two halves of my life: where one side’s interested in dressing up in weird clothes and performing, and the other side’s very observant and involved in drawing from life, and painting. Meeting my muse Manko [in the early Noughties] was like an act of God. She made me realize that my life needed to go in a new direction, and helped me resolve my interests in street fashion, comics, and life drawing, to a point where it’s all starting to make sense as a cohesive whole.

Is this when you started creating comic book related art again?

JA: Yeah… there’s a funny story that led up to it happening: one day I was very drunk and angry and chopping up parsley at home, when I decided to speed up things by putting it in the blender – along with my [drawing] hand, which saw me spend two months with it bandaged up in a sling. [During my incapacitation], I got to thinking that I’d slipped back into doing art to suit people’s briefs, and I decided it had to stop. So I made a mental note to myself that once my hand had healed, the next painting I would do would be something that I’d want to hang on my wall – something just for me.

What did that turn out to be?

JA: It turned out to be my rendition of [legendary comic book artist] Jack Kirby’s Devil Dinosaur. I’d never traced someone else’s work before, but I thought if I’d ever got hired to do so, I would have. So I approached the picture as a comic book inker/colorist for Jack Kirby. Once I’d painted it though, I wanted to show it, but couldn’t put it in a solo exhibition because it didn’t go with anything else I’d done.

So how did you resolve that situation?

JA: Well… I saw an amazing painting of [The Fantastic Four’s arch nemesis] Doctor Doom by an artist called Feroze Alam, in which he’d taken Kirby’s lines and then just colored it himself in oils. He agreed to be in a themed group show I wanted to do called Hail To The King [Kirby is generally referred to as ‘the King’], so I asked around and put together a bunch of other artists. We launched it in London at Resistance Gallery first, and then approached Orbital Comics about continuing it there. When I told their gallery organizer [the wonderful Karl Asaa] that I wanted to do something that would draw attention to Jack Kirby and highlight how respected he is as a serious artist, he waived the normal hire fee because he said the concept was “too important” not to do. So that’s what really re-established my connection with the comic scene, by meeting people who bought my comics in the 1980s, and some of my favorite artists of the moment.

Of late you’ve been actively working alongside your muse, Manko, and the Art Model Collective… how did that come about?

JA: Manko had been life modeling since before I met her but had become disillusioned with the scene. Basic pay for models has not increased much since the 1980s, and although life drawing is on the rise [in London], the models get very much taken for granted by organisers – so a few years ago we decided to start running our own life drawing sessions. We started out at London’s Orbital Comics with some sessions themed towards comic book artists and illustrators, and the Art Model Collective basically grew from there.

What exactly is the Art Model Collective?

JA: The Art Model Collective is almost an unofficial union for art models, which cuts out ‘middle men’ event organisers. It allows models to run their own sessions on a profit share basis and interact directly with the artists. This means our sessions have longer than average poses that can be repeated or extended at the request of the artists. The artists are also encouraged to suggest themes for future sessions.

What is your role in the Art Model Collective?

JA: I’m support staff basically. I take the money, lay out the drawing boards, keep time, and often DJ or read spoken word pieces to enhance the sessions. I also help with concepts and finding venues, generally at places I have exhibited my art at or collaborated on special events with – such as Orbital Comics and Underdog gallery.

Tell me about the artworks that illustrate this feature.

JA: Many of our life drawing sessions have movie themes. So, when you asked me to be part of the recent Billy Chainsaw presents… Walk Right Out Of The Film art show at London’s Underdog gallery, I immediately thought of working from sketches I’d done at Art Model Collective sessions.

Where are you at with your art right now?

JA: I think my style is constantly developing. I’ve always had a very flat, clean line style, but since we started the Art Model Collective I’ve been getting more into tonal work. I’ve been experimenting with using felt tip pens and the techniques I’ve developed there have led into some experiments with Photoshop. So I’m gradually creeping out from a very comfy comfort zone.

You can see more of Jason Atomic’s stunning art and keep up to date with his activities at www.jasonatomic.co.uk and jasonatomicblogspot.co.uk. Check out the Art Model Collective at facebook.com/artmodelcollective and @artmodcol

 

About the author:

UK-based artist Billy Chainsaw specializes in mixed-media pop art and has exhibited in numerous galleries in such far-flung locations as London and Los Angeles. Learn more about his work at www.koolkrakenincorporated.com

READ MORE

Breaking the Rules

Erotic fiction inspired by Paula A in “Shadow Dancer

It’s nearing midnight when my favorite client comes in. I know I will be doing lap dances only for him for the rest of my shift. That’s fine by me. He pays well and he’s good company. He's built like a gladiator, too: broad shoulders, chiseled arms, rock hard abs, and a ruggedly handsome face. He's just my type. He sees me and nods his head, signaling me to come to him. He has a tray of shots in his hand and crisp bills protruding out of his pocket. He is ready to play.

I escort him to the VIP lounge and take the tray as he pays the hostess standing watch. Our VIP lounge is built for fun. It's a long row of private rooms divided by two-way mirrors. Each room has wall-to-wall mirrors as well. Once inside, there are two switches colored blue and red. The blue switch keeps the mirrors normal so you can only see yourself. The red switch inverts the mirrors, letting you see the other patrons and dancers in the next rooms.

He keeps the switch on blue as we talk and drink. The conversation is always brief. We race, taking shots back to back. My fourth shot is a little messy, and I dribble some on my chest. He leans in and licks it up, then kisses me. His eyes fix on mine.

“Will you dance for me?” he asks sweetly. I nod.

I stand confidently in front of him and sway my hips from side to side, each whirl perfectly in sync with the music. I bend over and let my hair whip forward as I unclasp my bra, my legs still stepping lightly to the beat. I tease him a while, holding my top over my breasts. I whip my hair back and lick my lips at him as I reveal my body slowly. His mouth drops open slightly as I dance closer. I straddle his lap and run my hands over his chest, kneading his muscles. I rub my breasts over his face.

I reach over to the controls and flip the switch to red. The room expands before our eyes. The dancer to my left is twerking as her patron cheers her on. The dancer to my right is feeling up a gorgeous female patron shamelessly, down on her knees. The view on each side elevates my arousal. I grind my hips over my guy's lap and feel his thick cock pressing against his pants. I can feel it swell against my pussy, making me wetter with each movement.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now,” he whispers. His usual confident look is gone. His eyes are pleading, powerless. I bite my lip and hesitate. I know I'm not supposed to, but he is irresistible, and I’m so horny. I close my eyes and lean in to kiss him. His soft lips surround my tongue as he slides his hands to my waist. The mirror to my left blacks out as the dancer and her male customer depart. Now it’s just our room and the adjacent one left, lit in view of each other.

I look to see if the other dancer is watching. She is engaged in her own fun as I slyly unzip my guy's pants and pull my panty crotch to the side, my slick pussy already leaking over his smooth shaft. I guide his cock inside me and wind my hips to the music, being careful not to thrust my hips too high. The switches are now too far from my reach. Privacy is momentarily impossible. The other dancer to my right catches my eye as she unravels her client’s top. I am not the only one breaking the rules this evening.

My guy sees her watching us and murmurs in my ear. “Let's give her a show as well. What do you say?” I nod and grin devilishly at him.

We walk over to the wall, and he presses me against it. I feel his soft lips nuzzle my neck as he lifts me up to straddle his waist with my back against the mirror. We have my colleague’s undivided attention as he slips his cock inside me. I am perfectly elevated. The only thing I can do is hang onto his neck, his fat cock thrusting into me deeply. I arch my back as he swivels inside me. My hair spreads over the mirror as I glide up and down.

I see the girls in the next room approach the mirror and press against the glass. My guy carefully lowers me down and flips me over. The female patron and I are face to face. We are so close, I can see circles of fog from her breath as the dancer pushes her against the mirror. We are eye to eye, our hands palm to palm but unable to touch. My guy sweeps my hair to the side and sucks my neck as he thrusts his dick inside me from behind. The other dancer pulls the woman's panties down and starts nibbling her hips.

The female patron bites her lip as she shuts her eyes for a moment. My gaze is fixed on her breasts as I am fucked against the wall. The mirror cools my overheated skin with every thrust as she opens her eyes again, holding my gaze with her own. The other dancer inserts her fingers inside her patron and starts tonguing her ass. My guy thrusts his cock deeper inside me, my knees shaking with each stroke.

His hands reach around and circle my clit as his thighs surround me from behind. My wetness overflows through his fingers as he fucks me deeper. I can feel the head of his cock hitting home as my pussy grips tighter around the shaft. My forehead nudges the glass as my pleasure grows, and finally my pussy trembles in climax all over his cock. The female patron is staring lustfully at me as she chases her orgasm on the other side of the glass.

I can feel my guy trembling. He is about to come any moment, groaning huskily in my ear. I squeeze my pussy muscles as tight as I can, helping him release his load. I grin playfully at the girls in front of me as they watch him lose his senses inside me. I can feel his hot load spray over my cheeks as he pulls out.

The other dancer's time is up and the mirror blacks out in front of me. I am still facing the mirror as my guy crouches down. He licks up his come from my cheeks, his hands grasping my waist. I can feel his breath on me as I gradually regain my composure. I turn around and pull him to his feet.

“You are so nasty... I love it!” I say as I kiss him, tasting his come from his own lips. His mouth curves into a smile as he kisses me back. We go back to the couch, one last pair of shots awaiting us. I clink my glass to his as we knock them back; then we both dress quickly. He blows me a kiss as he exits the lounge. I shake my head with a smile as I gather my clothes, knowing I’ve broken the club’s rules as well as my own, but not really caring.

 

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!

 

READ MORE

Latex Loving Artist: Michelle Mildenhall

Latex aka rubber isn’t something you’d generally associate with fine art, but British artist Michelle Mildenhall has taken the tactile material and transformed it into stunning portraits of the offbeat and famous. A mischievous mix of light and dark, Mildenhall’s work perfectly refects her personality. Little wonder then that she’s known internationally as the ‘latex queen of the art scene.’

Michelle was gracious enough to answer my questions about herself and her love of latex over a very traditional English cream tea…

Ms Mildenhall, where were you raised, and what is your artistic background?

MM: I come from a tiny village in Wiltshire [England], it was a beautiful place to grow up, we had a huge garden that you could run riot in. I use to draw flowers from the garden from a very early age. In fact I’ve been an artist for as long as I can remember, always painting things and drawing. I took A-level art [the English equivalent of High School] in order to go on to study an art foundation course, spending a whole year creating work and finding out where my strengths lie, and I ended up going to university to study a degree in Textiles.

What inspires and influences you?

MM: I’m a little magpie when it comes to inspiration, it is absolutely everywhere. My art is completely driven by my inquisitive and curious mind. I love to observe people in the street, what they’re wearing, color combinations and textures. Feelings inspire me too, excitement, wonderment and passion – anything that awakens your senses. I also get inspiration from the people around me. I love to look at erotic art, books, photographs, listen to music, watch performers, meet colorful characters. When I create my work I love how the piece makes me feel, how it excites me. I hope to be able to give the viewer the same sensation.

What kind of art were you doing prior to your latex portraits?

MM: After leaving college, I was a freelance commercial designer, working for lots of different companies.

Why did you make the transition to creating latex portraits?

MM: After being a commercial artist for over 10 years I thought to myself, it’s about time you started pleasing yourself rather than trying to please everyone else. It became so mundane working for all these companies, regurgitating ideas and never pushing myself.

What is it about latex that appeals to you?

MM: I love wearing latex clothing, the first time I slipped into it I felt empowered and sexy. As an artist new experiences are essential to my creativity and I think my first encounter with latex had a profound effect on me. I love the way it makes me look and feel. I still get that tingle of excitement when I open my dressing up box full of latex!

Briefly explain your technique – without giving away trade secrets of course.

MM: I could tell you but I’d have to kill you! Let’s just say it’s taken me over 10 years to get my pieces coming out as pristine as they do. I started off making my own clothing, purely for fun, then went into making latex hats which I used to sell, but it was my art that totally engrossed me, there was something inside telling me I had to do this. The idea came to me in a flash of inspiration while I was working on a latex outfit for myself, and since that moment I haven’t looked back.

How do you choose your subjects?

MM: I have two takes on this. I look for an image that really speaks to me, one that has a lot of depth in the eyes, which could translate well. It’s all about what the subject is feeling, I want to create something powerful that really draws the viewer’s attention. But I also like to play with things and do art that is unexpected, adding a little humor in there, as I did in my most successful creations to date – the QE1 and QE2 portraits. They depict the Queen [of England, Elizabeth II] sporting two subversive looks: the first sees her in full latex hood with collar and crown; the second in just the collar and crown. Is this absurd? Maybe… but hey, who knows what goes on behind closed doors.

What do you hope viewers get from your work?

MM: I want to seduce the viewer into a world of disconcerting beauty by using popular but somewhat taboo themes of sexuality, fetishism and subversion. Each piece becomes defined and fetishized via its latex conceptualization. All my pieces have strong characters, and more often than not there is an erotic/fetishistic element to them, which is less about the physical appearance and more about the subject’s state of mind. I want the viewer to be drawn in.

What is the most unusual latex portrait commission you’ve ever done?

MM: I’ve just created a very unique piece, [Russian President] Vladimir Putin as a transgender woman, elegantly wearing a Russian coat of arms tiara with the universal symbol for human rights incorporated into it. Around his neck a pendant sits beautifully. It is not obvious at first glance, but there is a refined political satire to the piece. Putin looks powerful, yet strangely beautiful and demure at the same time.

What do you regard as being your greatest achievement?

MM: Doing what I love every day. I feel so privileged to be in this position and never take it for granted. Doing what I love empowers me, and the positive feedback is like nothing you ever get when working for other people. I had no idea I could get this kind of fulfillment from following my own path, but it’s down to doing something I love and being 100 percent committed to it. Take it from me: no matter what your vocation, if you believe in what you do, you will succeed. I’m also very proud to have shown my work next to some amazing British artists, such as Grayson Perry, Damien Hirst and Banksy.

Describe yourself as both a person and an artist.

MM: I would say I have a sunny disposition, that I’m a bit of a joker, but very hard working. I try to look at things in a different light, with a kind of openness, an almost childlike view of things. I don’t get too bogged down trying to be an artist. I just try to see the  amazement of life.

Are you part of a latex/fetish scene?

MM: I’ve been wearing latex and going to fetish clubs for about 13 years now. I love getting rubbered up for the evening and meeting amazing people. I’ve fetish partied all over the world, London, Berlin and San Francisco to name a few, but no one does it quite like the English. The London-based Torture Garden was the first fetish club I ever visited and I loved it – in fact I still love it.

You can see more of Michelle Mildenhall’s stunning art and keep up to date with her activities at www.michellemildenhall.co.uk as well as www.instagram.com/michellemildenhall www.facebook.com/latexartwork and www.twitter.com/MissMildenhall

 

About the author:

UK-based artist Billy Chainsaw specializes in mixed-media pop art and has exhibited in numerous galleries in such far-flung locations as London and Los Angeles. Learn more about his work at www.koolkrakenincorporated.com

READ MORE

Do whatever you want with me…

Erotic fiction by Bonnie, inspired by Leda in "Pretty as a Picture"

I remember wondering, as I lay flat on my back, secured to a stepladder by a chain around my waist, just how and why I ever let myself get into this kind of situation. I wasn’t alone in the room; my boyfriend Taylor was wandering around me, camcorder in hand, filming a triple load of come drying on my body. I was totally drained, my jaw ached, my pussy throbbed, and then I remembered why… it’s because I like being this way. Actually I love being willingly defiled by two guys at the same time, and Taylor loves watching it happen – and filming it. So let me tell you how this particular scenario came about…

We’d been out drinking with our friends, Sammy and Ted, and Taylor had invited them back to our place to watch some home movies. While the guys were expecting to see footage of our recent snowboarding trip, Taylor and I had agreed to give them a special treat.

I poured everyone drinks, and as soon as Taylor pressed play on the camcorder, it was already too late for second thoughts. I knew that the exposure of one of our more intimate home movies would have repercussions – and deep down that’s exactly what I wanted. I thought about Sammy and Ted, flopped out on the sofa as they watched the movie play on the monitor, their cocks stiffening inside their pants.

“Stick your cock in my mouth, I want to taste your come on my tonsils,” I heard myself saying, recorded in private, and now played back for Sammy and Ted to see. My mouth was dry as I watched myself sucking Taylor’s shaft, and my pussy became wet when I watched Taylor pump me from behind. I was super excited by my own shamelessness.

Sammy and Ted were silent, while Taylor got horny, his cock unfurling inside his pants, one hand on my bare thigh, the other hand on mine, guiding it inside his zipper. I glanced over at Sammy and Ted as I tugged out Taylor’s boner, stroking him hard before lowering my lips down to the base of his shaft. I’d already decided I’d blow every cock in the room.

I clambered onto my knees, stuck my ass in the air and turned to Ted. “My ass is yours,” I told him, between mouthfuls of Taylor’s cock. As Ted duly tongued my butt-crack, I looked up at Sammy, who was idly stroking his bone.

“Suck him,” groaned Taylor. I slid Taylor’s cock out of my mouth and replaced it with Sammy’s. Taylor had no intention of my sucking Sammy’s cock for long though, and after what seemed like no time at all, he said, “It’s time to move into the back room.”

The four of us got naked. Taylor held up a long length of chain, shook it loudly and said, “I think it’s time to bring this into play, don’t you, baby?” I smiled and nodded in agreement. Taylor wrapped the chain around my waist and secured it to a stepladder. “This’ll look so kinky on camera,” he said. I was shaking with excitement and anticipation.

I got on all fours, taking Ted’s cock in my mouth, while Sammy guided his into my pussy. “Do what you want with her,” offered Taylor, knowing that that’s exactly what I wanted. He circled the three of us with the camcorder, capturing Sammy slapping my ass as I gulped down Ted’s cock.

A voice inside my head repeated, “Yes… do what you want with me, use me, screw me senseless from both ends.” Oh, the sensations that flooded my body, they were so overwhelming. As I sucked on Ted’s shaft, Sammy’s hands spread my butt cheeks as he slammed harder and harder inside my cunt. I stared at Taylor as he moved in for a close-up of my cock-filled mouth, and I winked. He responded by pulling the chain tighter around my waist. I groaned in total pleasure, sucked harder, and squeezed Ted’s balls with one hand. He yelped in such a way I guessed he was about to come. Then Sammy made a similar sound as he too was reaching boiling point.

I yanked my head off Ted’s cock and said, “Not inside me, guys. I want to see you come.” Reluctantly, Sammy withdrew from my pussy, and I rolled over onto my back, reaching for him.

With a cock in each hand I jerked Ted and Sammy hard and fast. As they came all over my heaving breasts I looked up at Taylor and smiled. He was still filming but finding it hard to keep the camcorder steady, because he was jacking off. Moments later he came too – all over my pussy.

I rattled the chain and looked up at the camcorder in Taylor’s hand. Then I looked down at my come-spattered body, admiring the mess and knowing the moment had been captured for me to watch whenever I wanted.

Many thanks to our member, Bonnie, 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 fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

 

READ MORE

Announcing MyErotica – racy stories to turn you on!

 

I’d like to introduce a brand new erotic fiction site, the repository of all my sexual secrets: MyErotica.com. I know how much you all enjoy a dirty story; we have a thriving fiction community right here on the blog, and it’s been my great pleasure to read and share erotica from our members, as well as making a few naughty revelations of my own. Now we’re turning the heat up with a dedicated site just for our most intensely arousing stories.

MyErotica’s mission statement is “Refined erotic fiction to ignite your deepest desires” and that’s just what you’ll find there. It’s a collection of sexual confessions, exciting tales and kinky revelations for hot-blooded men and women who dare to explore their wild side.

It’s my own personal project, and I share a lot of very naughty stuff, both fantasies and real life experiences – it’s up to you to guess which is which! MyErotica also features stories by my writing partner Jaiden (who is a very bad girl indeed), and selected writers who I deem worthy of being included, including our lovely member Kat, who has shared some of her hot stories here. Whether you prefer girl on girl liaisons or girl meets boy encounters, kinky or vanilla, you're sure to find something that turns you on. 

And what’s more, it’s totally free!

So, how can you get involved?

Well first of all you can “FOLLOW” me (Rose), my writing partner Jaiden, and our online publication, MyErotica. That means you’ll be notified whenever we add a new story. You have to create a profile the first time you do this, but it only takes a moment, and of course you can use any identity you choose! Doing this also gives you a personalized feed of all the fun stuff on Medium, the mainstream platform we’ve chosen to host MyErotica. It’s the best source of interesting features, news and thought-provoking journalism I’ve ever come across, and I’m quite addicted.

Second, you can “RECOMMEND” my stories, by clicking on the little heart icon at the bottom of the story. It would mean a lot to me if you do this, because the story then reaches many more potential readers who need my filthy confessions in their life!

And third, you can CONTRIBUTE your own stories. Email me at fanfiction@metart.com (tell me it’s for MyErotica)… I look forward to reading your dirty confessions and hottest fantasies.

Please check it out and let me know what you think, and what you’d like to see at MyErotica. I’d love to write something just for you.

 

READ MORE

The Party

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux, inspired by Chela and Tulia

I'm meeting her at a party. It's raining and I've called a cab. The rain heightens my mood of anticipation. I'm so excited my panties are already wet. We've been going out for two weeks now and can't keep our hands off each other. Davinia. The Divine.

I walk in and see her, standing in a corner talking to a guy. She greets me with a huge smile.

 “Hi baby!” she says, and puts her arm around my shoulders.

“Hi darling. How are you?” I ask in her ear. She has dark hair; her flashing blue eyes shine in the half-light. Her sensuous mouth is red; her skin is creamy. I want to lick her all over.

“Let's go somewhere,” I say. We find the bathroom, and lock ourselves inside. She grabs my ass and pushes me up against the door. She thrusts her tongue in my mouth and we kiss each other for a full minute. I trace her lips with my tongue and bite her neck. She moans with arousal and pulls my skirt up, putting her hands on my bare ass. Her fingers probe and soon she dips one finger into my pussy.

“Ooh baby, you're so wet,” she says lustfully. I pull down her top and start sucking on her lovely breasts. My lipstick leaves smudges over her pale skin. She puts another finger in me and starts to fuck me.

“Ah, Davinia!” I shriek and push my body up against hers. While she fucks me I rub my clit against her body. Her jeans are pulled down around her legs and I feel her warm thigh. We suck each other’s tongue as we grind together. My hand goes down into her panties and I feel her warm juices. I thrust two fingers into her.

“Oh yes, baby!” she moans.

Someone knocks on the door. “Excuse me!” they call out.

We move over to the bathtub and I sit on the edge. I lean back as Davinia’s face goes down to my throbbing clit. I'm hot all over and I feel her sweat on me. She smells like lavender. I tilt her face up to kiss her. Her lips are red and taste like sugar. She fucks me hard and fast with three fingers, licking my clit. I'm about to come. She knows I'm ready. She licks with more pressure and I hold her head as I come, letting out a howl, and squirt juice onto her hand and face.  We slide into the bathtub together.

There's more knocking on the door. “Hey! Hurry up in there!” people are yelling.

I sit up and say, “I have something for you.” With a mischievous grin I get the vibrator out of my bag. She smiles, and lifts her feet up onto the edge of the bath. I turn the toy on and run it over her nipples and down between her legs. The head of it rotates. I slowly enter her with it, gazing into her eyes as I quicken the pace.

She howls with pleasure as I thrust hard and fast, hitting her G-spot over and over. Her juices coat the dildo. I lick her breasts while pumping her. Her breath gets quicker and she starts to squirm.

“Oh baby!” she yells. She's about to come. I thrust harder, faster, and she arches her back, her legs trembling. Her eyes glaze over, her body shakes and she erupts, her hands grabbing my hips. I slow down and withdraw the vibrator, looking at her as I lick and suck on it, relishing her juices. I start to rub her clit. Her face is flushed. I lick my middle finger and thrust it in her asshole, making her moan even louder.

More knocking. “Who's in there? Can you hurry up?” someone shouts.

Davinia's body shakes, her eyes are shut, her legs tremble. I rub her clit faster and fuck her ass. She grabs me and arches her back as she comes hard, screaming, “Oh, baby!” Her juices are running down her legs and I lick them up.

“We’d better get out of here,” I say. I climb out of the tub, then take her hand and help her out. We dress and check ourselves in the mirror before emerging from the bathroom. We smile and say hello to everyone as we re-enter the party.     

Many thanks to our member, Mimi, 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 fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

  

READ MORE

Get Free Content

Follow The Life Erotic

Latest Comments

    M

    Mimi17 12 hours ago

    Would you like a zucchini with your stir fry madam..yes please!

    on Organic DP 2
    R

    Rose 20 hours ago

    Wonderfully inappropriate use of vegetables :-)

    on Organic DP 2
    b

    beetle 20 hours ago

    Fantastic wings. Absolutely pink. Absolutely wet!

    on Organic DP 1
    b

    beetle 20 hours ago

    Too bad. But still nice to look at. To touch, caress, massage and kiss, natural breasts are unmatched and a thousand times better. This is true.

    on Reflections
    G

    Geo1 21 hours ago

    Elle cums with a lovely climax, her pleasure written all over her pretty face. Not a bad looking salad either!

    on Organic DP 1
    w

    watch 1 day ago

    Both girls are so hot and beautiful. I love Jennet´s long red hair.

    on Light My Fire 1
    A

    Augg 1 day ago

    i love this gal is pretty and sexy

    on Mia Luna
    M

    Mimi17 1 day ago

    Pity they're fake..

    on Reflections
    G

    Guns 1 day ago

    Beautiful with a great body, but otherwise> blah!

    on Woman
    M

    Muffinman 2 days agoLifetime member

    Fantastic gushing squirt. Oh I love Emily

    on Kama Sutra 2
    w

    watch 2 days ago

    Yes, I totally agree !
    More like this, please :)

    on Embrace
    b

    beetle 2 days ago

    Dull sultry erotic scenery. Really interesting. And Emma is absolutely sexy. Her breasts are breathtaking.

    on Reflections
    M

    Mimi17 2 days ago

    I love that dildo! I want one! You can fuck yourself and have a cock to play with. Love her jocks. Great except for the outro porn.

    on Woman
    L

    Lex8441 3 days ago

    Dear Rose :-D thank you so much as always for your wonderful words, you know how much your opinion is important for me :-)
    You are truly wonderful and a true muse of beauty and passion ;-)

    Thank you so much :-)

    on Ghosts, Episode Six: On the Edge
    L

    Lex8441 3 days ago

    Dear Mr. Lakante (or let me say loud: Master :-D)

    First I would like to apologize for the terrible late of my answer to both your wonderful kind comments on my works :-)
    I would love you to know that I truly appreciated and loved your kindness in answering me as also taking the time in reading my stories (inspired on your masterpieces) so deeply as I love to watch your amazing gorgeous movies :-D

    Life got more “interesting” than usual for me (I prefer to say like this :-P) and unfortunately I couldn’t be here as much as I would’ve loved to, so again I do apologize for my late :-)

    To answer both your comments:

    Thank you so much for all your beautiful words, they really do mean a lot to me as this story was created as a tribute to your amazing work, reading such opinions and words from a true artist and master like you is really amazing for me.. so amazing I’ll never find the right words to describe the happiness you gave me with your kindness :-D

    So is this presence real?

    Before answering your question I would love to say something: one thing I truly truly love about your masterpieces is their depth.
    I love how in each one of your movies is possible to discover new mysteries, new details leading both to new answers and new questions, all culminating into multiple interpretations which really requires the (lucky) viewer to “actively participate” into unfolding the mystery more than once and from multiple sides ;-)

    I love this concept because, to say it in simple words, this is exactly how beauty and sex are: there is much more hidden deep within the experience the more you get in contact with your partner (or with yourself) and this also perfectly shows how every single beautiful woman starring in your masterpieces holds an entire universe to discover deep within herself.
    You really have a huge talent into “opening the door” to the inner universe everyone of us has and then is almost as you whisper to the viewer: “the door is open, now take your first step and cross the other doors.”

    It’s hard to explain with words, but you have such an amazing talent into filming the deepest essence beauty of female beauty in the most intense moments of passion and it’s amazing how in every movie you created, this beauty isn’t altered or “lost” at all.. everything remains pure the more you dive deep and this is truly amazing for me :-D it’s what made me love your works ;-)

    When I wrote my stories inspired by your masterpieces, I was inspired exactly by this: I wanted to bring my personal view while exploring your way of filming and telling beauty and passion :-D

    Now here is my answer (without spoilers of course :-P): the key to “unsolved the mystery” relies into the extremely deep connection between Paula and the presence ;-)
    The way it interacts with both with her perfect body and how it plays with her mind, how it seems to be obsessed with Paula by “dominating” her senses and pleasure, how it rewards her and how it punishes her.. all done for her pleasure and not it’s own.. is it?

    It’s clear that they are deeply connected somehow and I would love to leave you with a small “taste of whats to come” ;-)

    Originally this story was divided into three episodes and so far two have bene published. The third episode is the “last piece of the puzzle”, but not the conclusion of the story!
    Exactly as in your movies: each episode is part of a greater picture, but if you read (or watch) them in a different order you could unveil something new in the story which you missed while reading it in the publishing order :-D

    To be specific about it:
    Episode 1 is Paula alone, episode 2 is Paula with Delphine and episode 3 has Paula in a totally new and extremely intriguing kinky situation I won’t spoil ;-)

    Once the whole story will be published you ‘ll have the complete picture of this “intense relationship” between Paula and this presence. What happened in Episode 1 may not be the beginning and what happened in Episode 2 may be the conclusion and so on.. :-D (exactly as I love to watch and watch again and again your amazing movies ;-) )

    I’m extremely curious to read your comments for the upcoming parts (also because is the most intense of the three and I would love to see a movie like this directed by you :-D) and see your interpretation of this intense experience inspired by your masterpieces :-) (of course if and when you will have the time to read it ;-) )

    Thank you so much again for your amazing words, I really hope my answer “satisfied” your curiosity.. for now :-D

    Thanks a lot for your beautiful words and kind attention to my work :-)

    on Ghosts, Episode Six: On the Edge
    b

    beetle 4 days ago

    Yes

    on Secret
    R

    Rose 4 days ago

    Very sexy atmosphere... and a beautiful girl!

    on Secret
    r

    robLong 4 days ago

    My god this Paul Black stinks. Emily is such a great looking model but unfortunately all the video of her are done by Paul Black and every one is pure crap. PLEASE, get a good director to do some good video of her.

    on Fruity 2
    r

    robLong 4 days ago

    What a great looking model. I wish they could find a competent director/cameraman who could shoot a good video of her.

    on The Hut In The Forest 2
    r

    robLong 4 days ago

    Garbage masquerading as Art. This is first term, first year, film school stuff and is a perfect example of SFS (Stupid Fuckin Shit). There is never anything good about SFS. All it does is make for bad video. What is so disappointing is that Emily is such a great looking model and there's not one good video of her .

    on Fetish 2