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Restraint: Amanda’s first bondage game

Erotic fiction inspired by Viola Bailey in “Restricted

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Tickle my pink

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Ghosts, Episode Two: Intensity

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

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

The story continues…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What it could do to her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paula knew that this was just the beginning…

To be continued…

 

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

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Ghosts, Episode One: Sexual Presence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, that’s impossible!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued…

 

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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 

 

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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…

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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!

 

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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.

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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

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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!

 

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