Erotic fiction inspired by Aislin and Michelle H in “In Control 2”

Master has promised me to another, he tells me in the morning. He dresses me in a backless leather skirt and fixes a collar and leash around my neck. He orders me to paint my lips red and tie my hair up tight in a bun. When I am ready, he leads me downstairs to the kitchen and hooks my leash over a chair, telling me to face the table.

“I have a guest arriving soon. You will do whatever our guest wishes.”

He spanks me, hard. I understand. I know better than to disobey.

I stand and wait. And I wait. And I wait. I lose track of time. I hear the doorbell ring, and Master opens it. The muffled sounds of voices come to me, a man and a woman, Master and his guest.

I hear them come into the kitchen behind me. They don’t say anything, but I can feel their eyes on me. Then they leave. Their voices carry to me from another room. Footsteps on the stairs. They go up and return a few minutes later.

I hear heels on the flagstones as Master’s guest approaches me. She comes and stands beside me. I turn to look at her. She is dressed in a tight fitting, black PVC dress, the zipper open down to her navel. In her hand she holds a leather riding crop. On her head she wears a black leather mask in the style of a wolf.

Her green eyes stare at me through the holes in her mask. She lifts the crop and beats it against her free hand. She uses it to command me, signalling that I should kneel before her. I do as I am told. Master is not watching, but I know he is in the house. He is aware of us. I must behave.

Mistress circles me, her crop stroking my shoulders, my breasts, my arms. She whips me on my ass, hitting me hard three times. I gasp, a sharp intake of breath, trying to keep quiet as my Master always insists.

Mistress pushes my shoulder with her crop and I go over onto my hands. She whips my ass; her crop knows where to find the most painful area. It swishes past my face and I look up at her. She signals for me to crawl forward.

I am not sure what she wants, so I keep crawling around the kitchen. She moves from me, turning to watch, then signals for me to stop. I kneel, looking up at her.

Mistress runs her hands over her breasts and crotch. Then she motions to me with her crop and nods her head. I look at her. I am confused. Does she want me to touch her? She strikes her hand with her crop again and nods more forcefully at me. I think she wants to watch me.

I kneel on the floor, unsure of myself. Will Master be unhappy if I do wrong? Am I to play with myself for Mistress, or should I go to her and touch her? I decide to play with myself. Mistress would be closer if she wanted me to touch her, I reason. I watch her to see if I am doing right. She seems pleased, though it is hard to tell with only her eyes visible.

Squatting on the floor, the chain leash drapes over my pussy. I look up at Mistress. She wants to watch me, to see me. She wants me to turn her on with my body. I drop my hands to the floor behind me and rub my pussy against the chain, the links sliding up and down my labia, snaring my clit.

I look up at Mistress. She is absentmindedly rubbing the crop against her thigh, her eyes on my pussy. She is pleased. I will go further for her. Lifting one hand from the floor, I stroke my pussy, open it with my fingers, rub at my hole. I watch Mistress; she likes my eye contact, I can tell. I can see her breathing just a little bit harder. 

I make a bold move – one I would not risk with Master, who expects complete obedience – rising from the floor to sit on a seat. Mistress shows no sign of disapproval. I take the leash and wrap the steel chain around my breast, tightening it, making my right tit swell and flush crimson as the blood rushes to the surface. Mistress shifts a little and I know she is pleased.

The leather strap dangles in front of me. I grab it and slap it against my pussy, hitting my clit with it. The sensation shoots electric thrills through me. I am losing control, falling into my own sexual pleasure, something that Master rarely lets me have. I drop my leash and use my hands on my pussy, pressing three fingers inside. I writhe in my seat, forgetting that Mistress is watching me. I want to cum, I want to feel that pleasure. It has been so long since I have had an orgasm.

But I remember myself, remember where I am, and what Master would expect of me. I am here to please Mistress. I stand and bend over the kitchen table, sliding a hand between my thighs, and look over my shoulder. Mistress watches, rubbing the riding crop over her crotch.

Again, I rub at my pussy, push my fingers inside my hole. I aim to excite Mistress but I excite myself more. I thrust my fingers harder. I cum on my hand, shaking on the table, and slither off back to the seat breathing hard.

Mistress looks at me, comes to me, runs her hand over my chin and around my neck, walking around me. She pushes her finger into my mouth for a moment, then takes it from me and turns to leave the room.

I do not see her again, but I wait there, listening. I hear her walk upstairs and return soon after. She speaks to Master in another room. I only hear their muffled voices, then she leaves.

Master comes to find me. He tells me I have done well. I should dress and prepare coffee. He does not speak of it again that day.

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Stunning Czech model Ornella makes her movie debut on The Life Erotic today in John Chalk’s highly arousing “Faux Penis 2,” and this is a girl who certainly knows how to make an impact. Chances are you’ll be mesmerized right from the first glimpse of her; that pretty face, with hypnotic blue eyes and big, juicy, blowjob lips, makes one hell of a first impression. She has a sensational figure too, with perky natural breasts, long legs and a perfect ass.

But 20-year-old Ornella – who has appeared on our sister sites SexArt and Viv Thomas as Morgan Rodriguez – isn’t just gorgeous; she’s a sensual and uninhibited girl who loves to explore her sexuality on screen. Her smile of delight as she slathers lube over a giant black dong is irresistible, and when she eases her shaved pussy down onto it and rides vigorously, it’s a sensational sight.

Enjoy these behind the scenes pics from the shoot, and you can look forward to more appearances from gorgeous Ornella soon!

The summer heat brings out everyone’s kinky side, maybe because we’re all wearing fewer clothes and getting hot under the collar! That may explain why June 2018 has been such a bumper month for exciting and arousing movies here at The Life Erotic.

Director Tora Ness made her TLE movie debut with “My Escape 2,” which featured cute blonde Bernie clamping her nipples and fucking herself with a dildo in the confines of a secret barn retreat. Stunning Sigy Black appeared in two excellent movies; “Black Silky Play 2” shows her stretching her pussy wide around a big, black dildo, while “Deep & Sweet 2” takes it further with an enormous ice dong. Busty blonde Angel Wicky impressed once again in John Chalk’s awesome “Doppelganger 2,” a cool virtual reality themed movie that showcases her sensational figure beautifully. It’s not easy to choose from so much hotness, but here’s my personal and entirely subjective top three movies of the month:

Sexy Merllin is outstanding in Shane Shadow’s “To The Touch” as she fingers her hairy pussy avidly in an atmospheric dungeon room. This is a movie that sounds as hot as it looks, Merllin’s loud moans a real turn-on as she plunges her fingers into her juicy slit. Her pretty face and perfect body are a pleasure to watch as she masturbates, and I defy you not to be stirred by that orgasm!

Gorgeous redhead Michelle H is a favorite around here, whether she’s in front of the camera, or directing as her alter ego Red Fox. In “In Control 2” she does both, appearing in a kinky leather bodysuit and mask, tormenting curvy blonde Aislin with a riding crop. Aislin looks irresistible in heels, a collar and a backless skirt that exposes her fine ass, all the better for Michelle to spank her. Let’s just say things get intense…

But my absolute favorite this month is “Morning Routine 2,” directed by Xanthus, in which sweet brunette Elison G deals with the summer heat by taking a dildo made out of ice to her pussy and fucking herself with it, the ice melting inside her, water trickling out of her overheated slit. And when it’s melted down enough, she sucks the icy cock and then thrusts it inside her asshole. This is one incredibly kinky movie that is sure to give you enough horny ideas to last right through until fall!

So what about you? What were your favorite kinky movies of June 2018?

Flawless alabaster skin, a delicate dusting of freckles, and a look in her vivid green eyes that can knock you sideways, Jia Lissa is everything we love about natural redheads. The flame-haired Russian beauty, who sports a cute little bush to prove she really is all-natural, assures us, “If you spend a night with a redhead, you’ll know…”

A rising star across the entire MetArt Network, 21-year-old Jia has made two movies for The Life Erotic so far, both directed by another sexy redhead, our very own Red Fox. These sensational showstoppers explore Jia’s kinky, adventurous side; in “Leisure” she is bound and gagged, fucking herself with a dildo to an intense orgasm, while “Mirror Seduction” gives us double the pleasure as she strips down to a strappy leather outfit and masturbates to her reflection.

Seeing how confident and uninhibited she is in front of the camera, it’s hard to believe that the bisexual babe began her erotic career so recently. “I just started a few months ago, and I love it so much,” she revealed in a video interview for our sister site Viv Thomas. “A friend told me that they knew a photographer who would be interested in shooting me. So I thought, okay, why not try it? After my first shoot I thought they would never call me back again, but here I am…”

We’re lucky to have her, as Jia’s talents go further than the ones seen on camera: “I just finished music college – I can play not just with my pussy but with other instruments, too! But if you ask me to play my guitar, I’d rather play with my pussy for you, and I’m sure you’d rather watch that than my guitar skills!”

Watching Jia play out her dark erotic desires on camera is an unforgettable experience. “I like to make fantasies come true. I like to try different things, to experiment. I like it to be a bit crazy and wild,” she confesses. And it seems her movies with Red Fox have tapped into her private pleasures. “I like role play, I have handcuffs, I have ropes – I like to play with myself. I can tie myself up… I have many toys. I have a Hitatchi and many butt plugs – oh, and I like spanking!”

An angelic beauty with devilish desires, Jia is indeed the girl of our dreams…

Erotic fiction inspired by Wandy in “Left Alone 2”

I am a slave to my man’s every whim. That’s not a metaphor, a silly complaint to my girlfriends at the coffee shop; it’s a simple statement of fact. I have chosen to live this way. I chose to be a slave, to be at my Master’s beck and call. It is what I was meant for.

My body is his. It belongs to him completely. I am to do with it whatever he wishes. If he wishes me to refrain from touching it when he is not present, then I do not touch it. If he wishes to tie my body up and leave me restrained inside his home while he goes to work, then my body is tied up and trapped, awaiting his return.

This is what my Master wishes. It is how I spend my days. Tied up, suspended, waiting.

It is my Master’s wish that I sit here and write this; that I tell you what I have done, how I have failed him, so that those among you who are also slaves can learn from my misbehavior.

I had been tied up in his den, a rope suspended from the ceiling bound around my wrists, more ropes tied around my vagina, between my labia, and around my waist and breasts. I was to wait for him to come back. He likes to tie me this way, the rope between my labia meant to titillate my pussy.

My Master likes to return home and find me ready this way, wet for him. My pussy should always be ready for him, ready to take whatever insertion he decides is required. But this time, I failed him. After an hour of waiting, the ropes had driven my mind beyond my own control and I succumbed to temptation.

My pussy was so wet; I could not control my lust. I spent time thinking for myself, looking at the riding crop on the table in front of me, imagining how I could use it to stimulate my clitoris and make myself cum.

I wanted to cum. For my pleasure, and my pleasure alone. I was not thinking of my Master at all, only my own desire. This is why I fought to free myself from the binds that held me in place, wrestling with the ropes until I had slipped a hand from them.

Without thinking of the consequences, I lunged for the riding crop and took it to my pussy, using both hands to run it between my lips, pulling the ropes out of the way to rub the leather hard against my clit. I pushed it inside me, wetting the leather, covering it in my pussy juice, fucking myself with it, so eager to cum.

It was not enough. I used my fingers, touching myself, ignoring the rules, forgetting that my Master owns my pussy, owns these hands. Forgetting that I am only ever allowed to do this when he is present and only at his express command.

My mind focused on my pussy, on fingering my hole. I fucked myself with three fingers, stretching myself open, so desperate for the sensation. On my knees, my hand between my thighs, all bonds forgotten, this is how my Master found me.

I did not hear him enter, did not see him. I did not acknowledge his presence. I had forgotten him. Forsaken him. It was not until I felt the riding crop sting my ass that I knew he was with me. I jumped to my feet, my pussy throbbing, my ass stinging, shame and guilt crashing through me like a tsunami.

I am kneeling now. My arms are tied behind my head. I am kneeling over a cock. It is wide, four inches across. I am bound to the floor, I cannot move. I have had this cock inside me for hours.

The pen is between my teeth. My punishment is to write my confession like this. But when I have finished writing, I do not know what my Master will want of this body. I have failed him, and my body is his, to do with as he wishes. I anticipate his reprisal with apprehension… and arousal.

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Erotic fiction inspired by Sandy E in “Dominance”

She enters the room, pushing the door open with a crash. I am seated, waiting, hands folded on my lap, knees together, just like Mistress told me to.

There she stands in the doorway, Amazonian in posture. She is as naked as she can be while wearing clothes. Her black mesh dress hides nothing, but still she is dressed and I am naked.

I say nothing. I must not speak, must not make a sound if I want to please her. And I want to please Mistress Sandy.

Into the room she walks. Slowly, deliberately. Each step as sure as the next, approaching me with a predator’s poise. She walks around me, one hand reaching out, fingers curling around my neck to stroke my skin as she moves behind me.

She stops and her fingers glide up through my hair until they bunch on top of my head and grip tight, the tang of pain as my hairs are tugged from their roots. I hear her laugh; a snort of derision. She lets go. My head jerks forward as she pushes it away from her.

Her fingers again, brushing lightly over my flesh as she circles me, her prey.

I watch her walk away from me, her curvaceous ass makes my cock stir, her cheeks rolling with each step she takes. Her legs are clad in black PVC boots, the heels longer than my prick when hard – Mistress has measured them against each other, digging those heels into my groin while standing over me. She takes great pleasure in reminding me about those heels.

She goes to her cage, black wire framed, tall and wide enough for one person to stand up in, if they hunch over. The handcuffs hang suspended from a pole that spans the width of the prison at head height. She reaches for them and drags them along the pole, metal scraping upon metal. She turns to look at me, thoughtful.

She comes to me, her mind made up. Behind my hands I hide my erection. Her soft touch, that ass, the way she moves and the anticipation of what she is about to do to me has brought me to attention.

She takes me by the hand and without a word, hauls me to my feet. I stand and try to cover my penis, for she will not be pleased; but with only the one hand, I am unable to hide my desire. She looks down at my cock and slaps my hand away.

With her hands on her hips she stares at my erection.

“You want to touch it?” she says.

“Yes, Mistress,” I confess.

“Well don’t!” she says, a warning. Her hand snakes out and slaps my cock hard. I feel the sting on one side of my shaft, muscle tensing, my mind willing her to grab it and squeeze me harder.

But she takes my hand again and leads me to the cage, lifting one hand and then the other, snapping the cuffs around each wrist, closing the door to shut me in. In that cramped cage, with my hands locked beside my head, she leaves me.

She makes for the chair I was sitting in.

“You want this?” she says, looking down at her body, hands grabbing her breasts. “I never told you to get hard. When you act without my permission, there are consequences. I see your prick, I know why you’re hard. You want me to milk you. You want relief? There is no relief for you. The pleasure is mine. Remember that…”

As she talks, she undresses, pulling her mesh dress off her shoulders, rolling it down her body, around her hips. She sits in the chair and opens her thighs, fingers running over her lips. My mind is racing. I cannot believe what I am seeing. Is she going to pleasure herself in front of me?

At first, I do not believe this to be a punishment. This is a pleasure, something to treasure, to see my Mistress touching herself, making herself cum. But I soon understand.

She looks at me with hard eyes as she spreads her pale pussy lips apart with one hand and rubs at her clit with the other. I see her hole moisten, glistening beads of juice spill from the darkness between her thighs to be spread over her sex, fingers dragging the wetness to her clit, a sheen on her lips.

She climbs off the chair and comes closer to the cage, turning and kneeling on the ground. She falls onto her hands, her ass so close to me. If I were not chained and caged, I could reach out and touch her, kiss her ass, lick her asshole. From here, I may as well be a thousand miles away for all I can do.

“You want to put that skinny little prick inside me?” she calls, mocking me. “You’ll never fuck me, you know that, don’t you? I should bring a real man in here, someone with a cock that can satisfy me. But what would you learn from that? You’ll never be a lover.”

Her fingers are patting her asshole, her juice shining off her cheeks; then they curl around and dive inside her tight pussy. I ache so badly. I am desperate to touch myself. I want to push my cock into her. I would push my cock through the holes in this cage if I could reach them. Every part of my body screams – all I want to do is touch my cock, watch her fuck herself and pump my dick hard, let my cum cover the floor.

Mistress fucks herself harder and faster, two fingers, then three. She rubs her clit, thumbs her asshole and bucks her ass back at me. I am sure she does this more to punish me than to please herself.

When she cums, she throws her head back, her blonde hair whipping the air, her mouth open as she moans so loudly.

It seems an age before she stands again. She comes to the cage and opens it, her fingers between her thighs, rubbing her clit softly. She raises her hand to my face; I can see her pussy juice shining on her fingers.

With one finger held out, she aims her hand at my mouth. I open it, eager to taste her.

“Uh, uh,” she says, taking it from me. Then she rubs her fingers over my nose so that I can smell her. “You don’t even get to taste me. Smell my cum. That’s all you get.”

Then she steps from the cage, closes it behind her and leaves the room…

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We were spoilt for choice on The Life Erotic in May 2018, with such a hot selection of arousing movies that picking favorites proved tough – but highly enjoyable!  

Nick Twin’s “Virtual Fantasy 2” grabbed my attention by the choke chain, featuring gorgeous Mirabella wearing a VR headset for a thoroughly kinky fantasy bondage session. “Erotic Fiction 2”, starring sexy Lilu fingering her pussy in the bathtub, was particularly exciting for me because the story she’s listening to is one I wrote for MyErotica.com.

Watching stunning Cindy Hope stuff her pantyhose up her pussy, pull them out and push the wet nylons into her own mouth in “Stockings 2” was another highlight of the month – Cindy is such an erotic icon, and utterly compelling to watch. Then there was Kalisy giving us some fantastic upskirt shots and dildo riding in “Spread Your Legs 2,” and naughty Elison G in “The Sex Toy 2” – when a movie starts with a cupboard door opening to the sight of a blindfold, gagged hottie, arms restrained over her head, you know you’re in for a treat.

But rising above these sensational videos, here is my personal, and entirely subjective, top three movies of the month:

Busty blonde Aislin is incredible in Sandra Shine’s “Undercover – Club.” Horny Aislin drags Sandra into the bathroom of her favorite Budapest nightclub, where she dives into a cubicle and slips out her little bullet vibrator to fuck herself with the door open. Sandra films the whole thing just inches away from the clientele of the club; Aislin is clearly turned on by the risk of getting caught, and her orgasm is explosive, and very exciting to watch.

Beautiful redhead Jia Lissa is a very sensual, uninhibited girl, and in Red Fox’s “Mirror Seduction” she’s a walking wet dream in strappy leather fetish wear, fingering herself in front of a full-length mirror. She’s fast becoming a favorite here, as she focuses on giving herself pleasure with total commitment, her perfect body responding to every touch as she frigs herself with utter abandon.

But my absolutely favorite this month is John Chalk’s “Window Cleaner 2.” It uses a classic porn set up – what the window cleaner saw – but makes it cool and current, as busty beauty Angel Wicky turns out to be a born exhibitionist. The sexy blonde strips and diddles herself, three fingers plunged deep in her wet pussy, big tits jiggling wildly. It’s a spectacular sight!

What was your favorite TLE movie of the month?

Erotic fiction inspired by Kalisy in “Spread Your Legs 2”

She has always been a teaser, always got her kicks from leading me on. She likes the power it gives her, the way it makes her feel.

I like it too. I like to watch. I could watch her all day. Today she came to me with a wish. A request. I was to lie down on the floor and wait for her. Whatever happened, I was to remain where I was. I could not touch, I should not speak. I should watch and enjoy.

How could I refuse?

She drew the blinds, made sure I was comfortable and left the room. I lay there amused and excited, waiting.

I heard her before I saw her, heels clicking on the hard, wooden floor. Then she entered. She was wearing a red dress, short, with a zip up the front, and matching pumps. Her blonde hair had been pulled back in a tight bun, her lipstick matched her red dress exactly.

She stopped in the doorway, held onto the doorframe and stared at me. Then she crossed the room, her walk slow and deliberate. She stood at my head, feet together, looking down at me.

Cocking her head to one side, she stepped over me, one foot on either side of my head. Above me, her red panties disappearing between the cut of her ass cheeks, dark in the shadow of her dress, her face visible, gazing down at me.

I stared up at her pussy inside her panties, inside her skirt, and wished I was allowed to touch. But I knew her well enough to play the game. She began to grind her hips around and around. A hand appeared and pulled up her skirt, rolling it over her hips until there were no shadows. She rubbed at her pussy through her panties, which made the fabric slip and slide, exposing glimpses of her plump lips.

She pulled her panties aside and showed me her pussy, shaved but for a thin strip of blonde pubic hair above her clit. Then she unzipped her dress and tossed it away. I looked up at her beautiful breasts, the nipples puffy, and wished that I could move, get up and suck on them.

Then she walked away.

She left the room; I heard her heels click away into the dining room. When she returned, she was carrying a chair. She placed it above my head and walked out again. When she came back, she had a dildo, one I had not seen before, with a suction cup at the base.

She stood over me and bent down, legs straight, attaching the dildo to the chair. Then she knelt over me, her breasts so close to my face, her pussy so close to my crotch. I was so hard inside my pants, aching to pull myself free, to grab her by the hips and pull her down onto my cock. But I indulged my love just as she had asked.

She placed the dildo on the edge of the seat and looked down at me, licking it, sucking it, taking it deep into her mouth. Then she stood and turned around, straddling my head again. I watched, transfixed, as she lowered her body onto the cock, sinking her pussy around it, taking it inside her wet slit. She rode it, up and down, deep and hard, moaning with pleasure. I could see her pussy lips sliding back and forth on it, her clit squeezed between their folds.

Standing again, she fingered herself, two, then three fingers inside, right over my face. I could have reached out and added some of my own… Then she turned and sat back down on the hard, plastic cock, her ass over my face, cheeks spread. If only I could move, I thought, I could finger her asshole.

When she stood up again, I knew she was close to orgasm; her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and her moans were loud. She took the dildo in her hand, sitting with her pussy hanging over the edge of the seat. I had a clear view of the toy entering her and it was like this that she came, her body convulsing.

When she was through, she squatted over my face, her pussy so close I could lick it. I smelled her aroused aroma. She reached down with one finger and swiped it from her hole to her clit, then dipped it inside my mouth, letting me taste her.

And then she was gone, leaving the room, leaving me alone. When she came back she was dressed again and I was allowed to get up.

Tonight, I will fuck her. I will use her new dildo and take her from behind, my prick inside her wet pussy, her toy inside her tight ass.

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Erotic fiction inspired by Black Fox in “Morning Ritual”

Some mornings I wake up and my feet ache after a night out dancing, and need some tender loving care. I will smooth moisturizer over them, and if it’s a workday I’ll wish I could lie in bed a while longer, massaging them, or better yet, having someone else do it for me.

I love having my feet played with, and it gets me very horny. So if it’s the weekend and I wake up with throbbing feet and a tingling pussy, it’s the perfect excuse for some toe-sucking fun; and if I’m alone, I take the opportunity for some pampering that will leaving me glowing, as only a foot massage and an orgasm can!

I like to lie back and squirt a little lotion onto my hands, then run them over each sole, slipping my fingers between my toes, squeezing them. I feel the pleasure through my whole body. It’s like a current of sexual electricity shooting from my toes straight up to my pussy, especially first thing in the morning when my body is just awakening.

I squirt a little more moisturizer onto my fingers, and then I rub it into my pussy. Sometimes, I can be gentle and take my time, using one finger to trace the ridges of my pussy lips, just lying there enjoying the soft, slippery sensation. If I touch myself lightly enough, it’s almost as if someone else is doing it.

Other times, when I’ve been having wild sexual fantasies in my sleep, I’m a little rougher with myself. This morning I woke up after dreaming about some kinky playtime. I had been imagining that my ankles were handcuffed to the bedposts and I was spreadeagled, at the mercy of a very horny lover.

I couldn’t shake the image from my mind, so I grabbed my handcuffs and fastened them around my ankles. The sensation of the cold, hard steel against my skin and the sensual aroma of the lotion were two things guaranteed to get me really aroused. Now that my ankles were shackled together, I had to turn my feet so that they rubbed against each other, slipping and sliding each heel back and forth, knees wide, as I rubbed lotion into my pussy.

It felt so arousing. I closed my eyes and lay back, seeking out the hazy images from my erotic dream, adding detail to them in my fantasies. I fondled my breasts and squeezed my nipples, intensifying the horny sensations coursing through me.

I’d already been getting wet before I rubbed moisturizer into my slit, and once I had those cuffs around my ankles I could feel my juices seeping out to gloss my pussy lips. I pushed a couple of fingers into my tight hole. In my mind’s eye, I was picturing my lover’s hand on my pussy. I curled my hand, lotion-slick palm flat against my clit, and pressed harder. I rammed two, then three fingers inside myself, circling and twisting them, stretching my pussy open.

I moved my feet apart as far as I could, feeling the harsh steel of the cuffs resist, forcing me into position. The restraint was a turn-on. I like the perversity of bondage, the way it increases the suspense and intensifies the pleasure by restricting movement. I couldn’t spread my legs, but I could ram my pussy down onto my fingers, and ride them like the cock I was craving.

I rubbed my clit hard, keeping myself on the edge of tension, wanting to slow down, to ease up, while my body cried out for me to make it cum. I remembered that in my dream I had been released from my bonds only to be turned over and fucked from behind. I curled up, fingers fucking my wet hole harder and harder as I thought about the big dick from my dream piercing my pussy from behind.

I got up on my knees. It was hard to get my legs open, the cuffs were really biting into my ankles, forcing me to keep my legs together; but my dream was fully remembered now, and in it, I was forced face down on my bed by rough hands, my feet clasped by an unknown man as if there were many men in the room. Two held me tight, pinned down, as a third, with a massive cock, squatted over me, slapped my ass hard and then plunged his thick pole into my pussy.

Oh god, did I cum hard right then, kneeling on my bed with my feet straining against the cuffs, my fingers hammering into my pussy so fast and furious. When I came I just suddenly stopped, as my orgasm climbed to the edge of the precipice and stared down into the depths. And as soon as it came crashing down on me, I fucked my pussy as viciously as I could, my knuckles slapping my clit, my teeth biting down on my pillow, whimpering into the cotton, body spasming.

Just thinking about how good that orgasm was this morning has me stroking my pussy through my panties right now. I think I’m going to go find my cuffs again and have a little play…

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

If you enjoy sexy stories, you’re in good company. Today’s scorching new movie “Erotic Fiction” finds stunning brunette Lilu turning herself on by reading a racy story in the bathtub, her fingers exploring her pussy as she gets more and more aroused.

Sandra Shine’s movie is particularly exciting for me because I wrote the story Lilu is reading. Watching her getting so aroused, pinching her stiff nipples, spreading her pretty pussy open and fingering herself frantically as she reads it is a real thrill – it’s just the effect I hoped it would have!

The story is titled “Beg Me To Stop” and you can find it, and many other steamy tales and true confessions to get your pulse racing, on our free fiction site, MyErotica.com. There's a podcast too, so you can listen to the story – I hope it has the same effect on you as it had on Lilu!