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…

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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!

Erotic fiction inspired by Melody Petite in “Nylon 2”

Sex is all in the mind, right? Sure… except when it isn’t. For me, what arouses me most is touch. I like the feel of things against my skin, between my fingers, on my lips.

And if there’s one thing I love to feel more than anything else, it’s nylons. Pantyhose, stockings, garters, I love it all. The way pantyhose cling to me from toe to waist, hugging my pussy; the way a garter strap feels when I clasp it to a stocking and snap it against my thigh – it’s the ultimate turn-on.

Today, I was in the mood for classic stockings and garters. I woke early and took my time getting dressed in a black lace bra, sheer nylons with a black seam all the way up the back, flesh colored garter belt and straps, and black panties. By the time I got home from work, I was so turned on I went straight in my bedroom and undressed down to my lingerie and heels. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked so good.

I snapped a garter strap against my thigh, and ran my hands down my leg, feeling the muscles of my calf, enjoying the tightness of the stocking on my skin. At last I could stroke my nylons without arousing the suspicion of others.

I slipped my hand inside and thrilled as the nylon tightened over my hand and thigh, licking my thumb through the sheer material, tasting it, wetting it. I wondered, should I take my stockings off and rub them over my pussy? Get them wet with my own juices and then suck on them?

I looked down and admired my beautiful shoes. Shiny and sexy, they looked great with my nylons. The stockings felt so good against my skin that I didn’t want to take them off – I wanted them to keep me inside their grip, make me feel as if they were lusting after me as much as I was lusting after them.

I took off one of my shoes and tested it against my pussy, pressing the heel up against my lips through my panties to see how it felt. It felt good. It was just wide enough to cover my clit and it was so hard against my soft flesh. I brought it to my mouth to see how it tasted, licking the heel, kissing it. I slid it into my panties, grinding it on my clit. I couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure as my lips spread open around it. I was stroking my stockings with one hand, rubbing my shoe against my clit with the other. The sensations were driving me wild. But I needed more.

I grabbed my favorite dildo from the nightstand. It was thick and ridged, a solid, hard cock just waiting for a pussy to come along and ride it. I rubbed it up against my breasts, teasing my nipples to stiffness, and then slid it into the top of my stocking. I love having a guy push his cock inside my stocking, the nylon holding his boner tight against me so I can feel it throb, hot and hard. I shoved two fingers in my pussy, stirring them around in my wetness as I moved the rubber dick to and fro under my stocking.

I fantasized that it was a real cock as I jammed it into my tight, wet pussy. It speared me, opened me up, my juices pouring out over the balls. My fingers worked my clit as I pumped the thick cock in and out. I clamped my fingers around my pussy lips, working them over the shaft as I fucked myself. I came fast and hard, before I even knew it was going to happen. It was so explosive I just couldn’t hold it back.

I planned to use my shoe on my clit again, to ball up my stockings and push them into my soaked pussy, to suck on the dildo while I sawed my stockings between my lips to rub my clit. But first, I was going to bounce on this big dick some more…

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April 2018 showered us with some supremely hot and kinky action here at The Life Erotic. There were so many sensational movies to choose from that you’ll have one hell of a time trying to pick your favorite; of course you know what floats your boat, but it’s so much fun watching and re-watching every single one, just to make sure…

Sexy brunette Lilu set the benchmark at the start of the month in Sandra Shine’s “Undercover Train,” a movie in which we hang out with her at a Hungarian station while she flashes and fiddles with herself in public. What a dirty, daring girl! Busty blonde babe Nathaly Cherie shone in John Chalk’s “Shaved 2,” razoring off her bush and stroking her clit; and curvy Sandy E was irresistible in Shane Shadow’s dungeon game “Blonde Ambition.” So much hotness to choose from, but here’s my personal and totally subjective top three movies of the month:

Jia Lissa, the pale, freckled redhead who’s fast becoming a firm favorite right across the MetArt Network, is incredible to watch in Red Fox’s “Leisure.” The sight of her with a ball gag in her mouth and her ankles roped together as she stuffs a dildo up her tight, shaved pussy, knees around her ears, is quite spectacular. We already knew she was gorgeous, but now we also know that she’s a kinky, insatiable babe who loves to push her own boundaries.  

If you like post-apocalyptic movies, stunning brunette Maarit in Denis Gray’s “Edge of the Earth 2” is a real attention-grabber. A unique and memorable scenario, it sees Maarit exploring a boneyard in nothing but a mask, gloves, heels and thong panties. Sprawled out on a rusted railroad truck, she masturbates in the desolate landscape, beautiful and vibrant against her arid, decaying surroundings. Artistic and arousing, you’ve never seen anything like this before…

Fans of spanking, bondage and intense girl-on-girl action are sure to enjoy seeing Anna G and Ayza in “You Are Mine 2,” directed by Xanthus. Azya is trussed up, ropes lashing her to the table, as Anna spanks her sweet ass and laps at her juicy pussy, slapping her clit hard. It’s obvious both girls are really into it, getting more and more frantic as the delicious torment builds to a climax. If you like watching sexual power play as much as I do, one viewing will certainly not be enough!

What was your favorite TLE movie of the month?

There’s nothing quite like watching two beautiful girls playing kinky domination games, and Xanthus’ outstanding movie “You Are Mine 2” hits all the right notes for me. I like the gentle introduction, where we see Anna G writing a letter, deep in thought about what she wants to jot down, but then we cut to the startling sight of Ayza, on her back, ropes crossing her body, legs strapped with her knees up and her thighs parted.

At first, we can’t see who she’s with, only their hands, but we can hear how hard they are slapping her. They smack loudly against her ass and she gasps in surprise. Then they slap her hard on her shaved pussy, right on her clit. Her body shakes with the shock of it. Azya can’t see or know when the next slap is coming or where it will land. That hand keeps roaming over her ass, playing nice until it’s lifted from her skin and brought back down hard. If you’ve ever played spanking games, you know that uncertainty is part of the thrill, keeping you on the edge in horny anticipation of pleasure and pain.

Eventually, the camera pans out and we see that it is Anna G kneeling between Azya’s raised feet. It’s her hand that comes down hard on Azya’s ass and pussy. The skin of Azya’s ass is now red, marked by Anna’s forceful hand.

Now Anna plays good cop, so to speak, leaning forward to press her tongue between Azya’s pussy lips, licking her with her warm, wet, soft tongue. Azya can’t escape and Anna is really enjoying herself, lapping at her pussy and spanking her hard. It’s the most exquisite torment, making her squirm against her restraints, hardly able to bear it and yet still wanting more.

Azya is lashed to a table, arms and legs roped together, spread open like a petal. She can move her head if she wants but she is a pliable submissive who dares not move. All she can do is gasp and cry out whenever Anna’s hand spanks her tender flesh.

Without warning, Anna straddles Azya’s face, fondling her, squeezing her tits while eating her pussy, reaching between her own legs, searching for Azya’s mouth. Her pussy is too far away for Azya to lick, but Azya sticks her tongue out whenever Anna’s hand comes close to her mouth. You can see how hungry she is for it. But every time Azya licks at Anna’s hand, Anna pulls it back and spanks her.

We watch from the perfect angle above Azya’s head as Anna works on her pussy, slapping her thighs, smiling while she licks her juicy slit. She pulls Ayza onto her face more vigorously, hands climbing up her body to grab Azya’s little titties, nipples stiff and suckable. It’s not surprising Ayza’s orgasm is so intense. Afterwards Anna showers her with soft, open-mouthed kisses, soothing her like any good domme should.

I can’t help wondering if they are a real life couple, as their sub-dom dynamic seems completely natural and very enjoyable to them both. And it’s just as pleasurable to watch, of course!

Erotic fiction inspired by Nicole Love in “Dildo Debutante 2”

Some people are members of clubs where every month they get sent a selection of wine, or chocolates, or craft beer to sample. I’m a member of a club where every month I get sent sex toys to try.

It’s always a thrill to come home and find the box waiting for me. Each time I get a delivery, I make an occasion of it, dressing in sexy underwear and playing with myself through my panties, getting myself in the mood, wondering what will be in store for me. And only then do I unwrap the box.

Last week I received a set of two dildos, a transparent one that was about the same size as a regular cock and a big, black monster. When I saw the big one, I was tempted to go straight for it and fuck myself silly right away, but I’ve learned that good things come to those that wait, so instead, I left it in the box and took out the smaller one. I coated it in lube and gave it a little experimental jerk to see how pliable it was.

It felt good in my hand, thick and hard and ridged. I rubbed the shaft over my pussy, spreading my lips open with it and feeling its ridges teasing my clit awake. I sat on the floor and held it in my hand, imagining I was face to face with a fuck buddy and it was his dick I was rubbing myself against, when it accidentally stuck itself to the hardwood flooring. I hadn’t even noticed the suction cup on the bottom, but I didn’t waste time marveling.

My fingers wound their way to the top of the cock and I experimented with it, letting it slap against my clit. My pussy was so wet now, and my lips were wide open. My juices and the lube had mingled and spread down my thighs and around my asshole. My nipples were rock hard – even the hair on my skin was standing at attention, just like the rubber cock stuck to my floor.

I got to my feet and squatted over the dildo, easing my way down onto it. Gripping it tight with one hand, I plunged myself down, all the way, feeling it open me up inside. Oh, how good that felt, to be in control and yet impaled on this rubber cock.

I fucked it vigorously, bouncing myself up and down, playing with my tits, frigging my clit with my fingers as I rode the dick. And then I remembered the monster still in the box. That was it, I was off the regular cock-sized dildo in milliseconds and coating the big black beast with lube. I jerked it and it felt amazing, so thick in my fist – could I really take this huge thing inside my tight pussy? There was only one way to find out.

I was so pleased to discover that I could stick this one to the floor too, and I immediately suctioned it to the wood and squatted over it. I was tentative at first, holding it in my hand and easing myself onto it, nudging my clit with the bulbous tip before taking it inside. It was a tight fit, so thick that it stretched me wider than any toy or real cock I’d ever experienced. But once it was all the way inside me it felt amazing, and I stopped holding back and started riding it forcefully.

I fucked it loud and hard, moaning loudly, slamming down on it until I was full. I had no idea how much of it was inside me and I didn’t care. I was ready to cum, unable to stop myself, my whole body spasming wildly as I orgasmed on that monster dildo, my pussy clenching around the fat shaft.

I collapsed forward and felt the dildo spring out of me, flicking pussy juice and lube all over my ass and thighs. It took me five minutes to get my breath back. I just lay on the floor, a mess, smeared in my own juices, the big cock still standing at attention between my thighs.

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