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

This is a continuation from episode two, which was posted on this blog on October 10th 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 mysterious presence guides her to masturbate, tormenting her with the loss of control until it finally allows her to orgasm.

The story continues…

“Our bodies are the gates and our senses the keys. Once those doors are opened, everything can flow in. Or out...”

A small desk lamp stood on the clean parquet, the only source of light inside the dark, narrow corridor. Paula stood beside the lamp, completely naked. Inside the claustrophobic space, she could almost feel the cold caress of the walls on her skin.

The storm of sensations running across her body and mind were dancing a chaotic ballet. She felt disturbed. Where was she? What was this place? There was a strange silence, the kind of silence found on a late summer evening, when even the crickets are still.

The air around her moved, stirred by a presence unseen.  It was here, watching her…

Paula could feel it staring, carefully observing every millimeter of her. It loved to admire her, and took a particular liking to her erogenous zones, staring at her most intimate parts. With no restraint, it viewed her from all angles, inspecting her pussy closely, moving around her body to gaze intensely at her asshole and pussy from between her cheeks, surveying her heavy breasts.

She could sense its hunger for her again, a ripple in the air around her. She could feel those millions of eyes on her pussy and asshole, pressing up against them. Her body was screaming to be penetrated and pleasured hard, over and over. The sight of her naked pussy, available, wanting, drove its excitement levels out of control once again; not because it wanted to fuck her but because the excitement born from its gaze had filled Paula with heavy desire – it was Paula who was begging for satisfaction and she didn’t even realize it.

Deep down inside, nerves took hold – the dank corridor left her disoriented and confused. Yet those invisible eyes all over her body made her feel so loved, admired and desired. Paula felt a pang of fear; she was completely at its mercy. She could neither see nor touch it, but she could feel it all over her body. She was perfectly aware of its predatory desire for her, of the infinite sexual hunger for her, and she knew that it could jump on her in a matter of seconds and do whatever it wanted, hard as it wanted and for as long it wanted. It was this fact that turned her on so much, and filled her with unbridled lust.

Paula could even perceive every single dirty thing it might do to her. If only it had its own body to play with hers – it would’ve sucked her toes while foot fucking her pussy, it would’ve licked her armpits while squeezing her breasts hard with one hand and teasing the hell out of her pussy with the other, it would’ve tongue fucked her bellybutton while finger fucking her pussy, toying with her G-spot, then licked and tongue fucked her asshole.

This never-ending storm of filthy thoughts filled Paula’s mind in the blink of an eye. She wondered were these thoughts coming from her or was it already fucking her in her mind? It didn’t matter, Paula was horny, that much was clear; goose bumps rose on her skin, her nipples popped up, begging to be sucked, and her pussy spread open, her hole glistening with the first signs of juice as her clit began to twitch and harden, yearning for attention.

Paula’s toned thighs rubbed against each other, titillating her pussy, making her even hornier. She was on the verge of losing control completely and she could feel its admiring gaze encouraging her. Its excitement was growing in tandem with hers, she could feel it tasting her first drops of pleasure, anticipating whatever was coming next – something much more intense and kinky.

As Paula became more aroused, she grew more expectant, feeling that at any moment it would take her any way it pleased. She was begging for it with every nerve in her body. But still it held off, surrounding her. It was there, a millimeter from her naked, soft skin, and it was waiting patiently.

A barely audible creak broke the silence; the front door at the end of the corridor slowly opened. Distracted by the unsettling sound, Paula’s beautiful eyes moved to watch. Outside was darkness; more than a mere absence of light, it appeared almost as a dense, oily liquid filling the space beyond the door. The dim light from the lamp revealed a staircase descending into the gloom, where a strange and unsettling red light began to glow.

‘Is that the exit? Is it letting me go?’ Paula was even more confused. The sexual excitement suffused her, building to a furious lust that stimulated every inch of her perfect body; and as the door opened she suddenly realized that she could move freely.

Why was she still there, at its mercy, then? It wasn’t holding her any more. It was outside her body. The exit was in front of her. She could leave and forget that place at any time, she could be free from its will, from its hunger and desires – but was this what she actually wanted?

The way out had no visible appeal; it was suffocating and oppressive. Those stairs filled her with a sense of dread, as something even scarier lurked beyond them. It was almost as if outside the door there was nothing but a shapeless mass, dull feelings and soul blindness. Nothing Paula recognized as a part of herself. She knew deep down inside that stepping through that door would’ve been like rejecting her very own essence somehow.

The door was there, opened wide, but it wasn’t calling for Paula at all. With complete freedom to move, Paula decide to stand still, her eyes on the open passage to nowhere, feeling its gaze on her naked body, from every angle. A gust of warm air travelled gently between Paula’s thighs, and moved around her.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her; someone or something was approaching!

Paula felt vulnerable. Who was it? She was completely naked, stalked by an invisible predator – just thinking about it was driving her sexual excitement through the roof. She didn’t want to turn around. The footsteps were very close to her now, she could even see the top of a long shadow materializing!

Step after step.

The shadow was right behind her. She could feel the unmistakable warmth of another body.

‘Turn around!’

Something was compelling her to turn and discover who it was standing right behind her. She was scared and incredibly excited, her pussy drooling juices all over her inner thighs and onto the floor. Now the mysterious presence seemed a little further away, as if enjoying the whole scene from a distance. Why?

Paula slowly turned around. Her heart beat rapidly as the sexual excitement boiled inside her. Her bare feet moved on the warm parquet, stepping in the sticky drops of her own juice.

What she saw standing there before her blew her mind.

To be continued…

 

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Erotic fiction inspired by “Not At Home” starring Emily J

Don't get me wrong; I love traveling, and I love visiting my family. I just can't be myself here. It's been so long that I am no longer used to company. When I am home by myself, I rarely even wear clothes. I’m naked all the time, even when I’m doing my chores. I am free to do what I want. At any given moment, I can touch myself, enjoy my body in privacy. Not here.

It only took a few days of being here to realize how much I have changed. I am no longer used to conversation where I have to mind my manners. Here, I can't talk about my desires and fantasies. I can't watch my favorite erotica over a bowl of cereal, masturbate, and then go about my day. I feel like I’m going crazy!

Right now, we are all sitting at dinner. I am outwardly calm, but actually thinking about a sexy story I read. My imagination gets vivid. I am replaying the carnal images in my head as I ask my cousin to pass the salt. I slightly regret reading it before coming down to dinner. The more I fight it, the more it takes me over. I am so stirred up. I feel like a caged animal. I am craving my own touch. I can think of nothing else but having an orgasm as I sit smiling calmly, picking at my food. I feel dizzy just thinking about touching myself. It's so inappropriate to feel this way right now. I shut my eyes for a moment, trying not to think about sex as I wipe the corners of my mouth with my napkin. I am about to burst!

“May I be excused?” I ask abruptly. I don't wait for a response from anyone but walk swiftly out of the room. Maybe it’s a bit extreme. Instead of going to my bedroom, I wind up grabbing my wallet and keys from the table in the hall, and driving to a nearby motel. I just want to be alone. I don't want to hear any other voices but mine. I don't want to be around anybody. I’m craving the touch of my own hands and nothing else.

I check in and go straight to the bed. The room is homely and dusty, perfect actually. I don't want to see any more fancy things. I take off everything except my sweater and lie down on the bed. The silence is so soothing. I stare off into space a while, relieved to be in my own company. I’m finally free to be myself. I run my hands down my body slowly. I pull up my sweater and caress my breasts. I haven't held them in days. My skin is craving my hands like a long lost lover aches for their partner.

I begin grazing my nails over my torso, slowly whirling my fingers over my skin, crossing my ribs, and curving down to my hips. I lick my lips as my fingers take turns sliding over the crease of my pussy. My clit is already swollen and yearning for friction. I continue to tease myself just a little longer: up and down, up and down, soft and slow. I insert my fingers in my cunt and look down to see how wet I am. My fingers are slick and soaked from just one dip. I suck my fingers into my mouth to taste myself. I’ve missed the taste of my juice, so sweet and slippery. My mouth is watering, saliva trickling down my chin. I lick as low as I can to catch every drop.

I spread my legs wider and stick two fingers from my left hand inside my pussy. My right hand circles my clit just the way I like. It’s exactly what I’ve wanted to do for days. I curve my fingers inward, massaging my G-spot. My right hand circles faster. My pussy juices leak down to the sheets beneath my ass.

Suddenly my phone rings. I'm sure someone has noticed by now that I’m no longer in the house. I smile to myself, knowing I will have to come up with some lame excuse. I don't care right now. All I can think about is my orgasm. My desire to touch myself has taken over my sanity.

I moan breathlessly as I finger-fuck myself harder. My feet roam restlessly over the bed, my whole body chasing after my climax. Sweat drips from my face. I want to come so badly!

My phone rings again. It doesn't even phase me this time. I’m still concentrating on myself, and my longing for culmination. I raise my pelvis off the bed. My stomach muscles spasm as I come closer. I began spanking my pussy mound. The slight sting adds to my pleasure. I circle my fingers faster over my clit until I finally burst. The throbbing release is exquisite! I squeeze my thighs tightly together, my hand still gripping my pussy. I lick the juices off my other hand, basking in the haze of my orgasm. I am so satisfied.

I lie there a while, staring at the ceiling. I hang my head over the edge of the bed and feel the soothing rush of blood. I feel so calm and collected. My phone rings again and I finally answer it. It’s my aunt, asking where I am. She sounds worried. I hadn’t realized I’d been gone so long. I tell her I’ve just gone for a drive and will be back soon. I lie there for a few more minutes, enjoying the peace of my own company. I feel better already, more like myself. I return to my family's house and engage in conversion as if I never even left the house.

 

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Kira Zen is an interesting girl, about as far from the blonde porn dolly stereotype as it’s possible to imagine. She has strong features, with high cheekbones and vivid eyes, and looks taller than 5’6” due to her long, lean figure. And that sensational ass certainly deserves a mention! Since the Czech starlet made her debut on our sister site Viv Thomas back in July she has fascinated members there, who have described her as unique, sweet, hot, sexy, charming, gorgeous and funny, to list just a few of the epithets she has inspired.

Now Kira has given her kinky side free rein here at The Life Erotic, working with renowned MetArt Network director Alis Locanta – also making his TLE debut – to create intelligent and arousing movies with a decidedly boundary-pushing edge. In “Submitted” she dons a latex bit-gag and spanks her own peachy ass in a spirited subversion of sub play, while in “Inside Me,” released this week, she indulges in some intense frottage and panty stuffing that results in a shattering orgasm. It’s quite a way to make an impact!

Kira has a very cute behind-the-scenes interview on Viv Thomas, which shows off her very engaging personality. You can find the full movie here but here are a few highlights.

Kira, please tell us about yourself…

KZ:  I am 25. I am from the Czech Republic, and now I live in Prague. My favorite thing is my dog – yeah, I love my dog. I started shooting movies about six months ago because I saw naked pictures of my girlfriend and I wanted to do the same.

What is your favorite thing about your body?

KZ: My ass! I go to the gym maybe twice a week.

You’ve made some amazing movies with Alis Locanta that have a BDSM flavor. Are you more dominant or submissive?

KZ: In real life I am sometimes dominant and sometimes submissive, it depends on the man or the girl. What I like most is kissing and touching.

Are you bisexual?

KZ: I like boys more than girls, but I find girls more attractive. I like to touch their skin and their hair, but the most beautiful thing on a girl is the mouth – I like kissing them. I like natural girls because for me, natural beauty is the best. I hate plastic tits. I like natural, kind, romantic boys, but during sex I like it a little bit hard. I’ve never had a sexual relationship with a girl in real life, but I would like to have a girlfriend.

What do you enjoy doing?

KZ: I like going to the beach and watching films. I like secrets and surprises. If a man surprises me, it’s the best thing.

What’s your sexual fantasy?

KZ: I would like to have sex with one boy and two girls.

Where’s the most unusual place you’ve had sex?

KZ: I had anal sex in the larder, it was very crazy, because there was spaghetti, bananas, and dishes everywhere – and my mom showed up just as we finished.

Do you remember your first orgasm?

KZ: Yes, I was lucky because I thought I couldn’t have a real orgasm. It was with my ex-boyfriend, we were in bed and he fucked me hard and it happened.

Do you like to masturbate?

KZ: I like masturbating a lot. I do it every day. I use my hand and rub myself.

How would you describe yourself?

KZ: I think I am a kind person, and I think I have big sex appeal. I am a happy girl. I’m an exhibitionist. I like to be naked everywhere, at home, at the beach…!

 

Adult industry players and civil rights activists across the world are uniting to oppose Proposition 60, a new proposal that would make the use of condoms mandatory in all adult films shot in California.

Proposition 60 goes to the vote on November 8, 2016. And while its sponsors claim the bill is intended as a protective measure, its many critics believe it could have serious repercussions for the safety and freedom of adult performers.

Citizens as ‘condom cops’

One of the most unusual and disturbing aspects of Prop 60 is that it allows any Californian resident to file a for-profit lawsuit if a condom is not visible in a single frame of a video – and without having to provide evidence that they suffered any harm in doing so.

Not only does this open the door to frivolous lawsuits; but it allows private citizens access to the personal information of adult performers simply by opening up a lawsuit, whether it is legitimate or not, making them easy prey for stalkers.

And Prop 60 makes anyone with a financial interest in an adult movie, such as a producer or distributor, liable for prosecution. Industry insiders fear this irregular and highly alarming provision could even extend liability to hotels and cable companies, giving it far-reaching consequences.

The adult industry already safeguards its own health

Those behind the Proposition say it’s a protective measure, and argue that it would send out a safer-sex message to viewers. There is already a law in place in California that requires condom use in adult movies, but lead sponsor of Proposition 60, Michael Weinstein, president of the AIDS Healthcare Foundation, says the state isn’t doing enough to enforce it.

This heavy-handed approach fails to acknowledge that industry performers undergo testing for HIV and STD infection every two weeks as standard. In fact there has not been an HIV transmission case linked to the industry in 12 years. 

Adult performers say that in some cases condoms can actually increase risk by causing friction and tearing, and they want the freedom to make their own choices. Proposition 60 is a violation of their civil rights.

Driving the industry underground

Earlier legislation – the notorious Measure B – drove a lot of the adult industry out of LA, resulting in economic losses to the state. It also forced elements of the adult film industry underground, increasing the vulnerability of performers by exposing them to more dangerous work.

A YES vote for Proposition 60 has the potential to intensify this situation.

Strong opposition from all sides

Prop 60 is being opposed not just by Californian adult performers and producers, but also by major newspapers and political organizations in the state, and public interest groups such as the Free Speech Coalition.

The Los Angeles County Commission on HIV, Equality California and AIDS Project Los Angeles are all opposing Prop 60, putting the lie to the implication that it is primarily intended to protect health. Members of both the state Democratic and Republican parties are also on record as opposing Proposition 60. 

The MetArt Network has joined the protest against Prop 60 to safeguard the privacy and freedom of choice of all those involved in creating and enjoying adult entertainment. We hope you’ll join us in voting NO to Proposition 60.

 

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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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.

 

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…

 

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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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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 

 

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…