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J Zakari: interview with a new artist at The Life Erotic

It’s rare for us to feature an artist who is so new to the MetArt Network, but in the case of director J Zakari, I had to make an exception. This talented artist has made a huge impression with just three movies to date – two here on The Life Erotic and one on MetArt. All three star our dream girl Lorena, with whom he seems to have an incredible rapport; his artistic vision has encouraged her to give some of her most erotic and daring performances to date.

In “Jewels,” his astonishing TLE debut, Lorena plays with a kinky clit clamp and butt plug; while in “Washed Away” she showers fully clothed and enjoys a mindblowing climax – check out the erotic story this inspired one of our members to write! Zakari’s movies are notable for their beauty, elegance, pacing, attention to detail, naturally sexy styling, emotion and sense of genuine arousal – he’s definitely one to watch! Here’s a chance to learn a little more about his work…

Where are you from?

JZ: Spaceship Earth.

What’s your background in photography and film?

JZ: Director of music videos, producer and director of commercial ads.

For how long have you been creating erotica, and what inspired you to get into it?

JZ: Not for very long, since I shot my first two videos for MetArt in 2015 and my first two videos for TLE at the beginning of 2016. And why? That’s a good question. The will to do something else, the temptation to follow a path that is hardly ever taken in my country. Women’s beauty deserves to be photographed and filmed every single second. As I am a rather shy person, I had a personal motivation, a personal challenge to overcome.

Does mainstream art, cinema and photography influence you?

JZ: I think so. I am a big fan of American imagery. The road movie is a concept that I will certainly use in my future projects. I also admire the work of the late Marc Lagrange (sadly he passed away at the end of last year). His black and white/sepia work is amazing. David LaChapelle, Mario Testino (fashion is sexy), Jonas Akerlund, Michael Mann, Christopher Nolan… I could fill a book. The question is how to use this inspiration in erotic films. Not easy. One day, I’d like to be able to make erotic music videos. I find a lot of inspiration in music.

Can you tell us about the movies you made with Lorena?

JZ: These films are experiments. I search. I try not to copy. Of course, working with a model as professional, charming and adaptable as Lorena is something very unique. I also try to change the visual style depending on the site: a more fluid style for MetArt, and for TLE I played with the hand-held camera to bring the viewer as close as possible to Lorena. My work needs to evolve, to diversify.   

Do you prefer shooting in a studio or on location?

JZ: The studio offers a level of comfort and control – of the light in particular – which you don’t always get with a natural setting. But a natural setting can offer more diversity. So let’s adapt. If I had to choose, I’d like to shoot in the US. There, you find an accepted eccentricity and a boldness, which attracts me visually, in addition to the diversity of the landscapes. The US is like an open-air studio. 

Is there a video you are particularly proud of?

JZ: I am just starting… let’s wait a bit before ranking them!

Do you prefer making films or taking photographs?

JZ: Definitely film because photography is a medium I am learning about and I am impressed by the technical knowledge it requires. I think we can be closer and more authentic in films than in photographs. If the model is comfortable with the film camera, you can create a dialogue with her and when it happens, it’s beautiful. It is very beautiful to capture emotion on a still but it’s even better if you can see it coming: evolve, live and disappear. I think film is more complicated for the model. It’s more risky. Editing is also a big part of film, and I know it’s a subject that triggers a lot of passionate debate in the comments.

TLE is moving more towards soft kink. Is it a theme that inspires you?

JZ: I guess so. I think “Jewels” on TLE is a bit kinky. Having said that, you shouldn’t shoot kink just because it is fashionable. Fantasies about domination/submission are very interesting things to explore, to stage. Let’s try to respect the woman’s desires and be a catalyst for those desires rather than play God.

 Which model inspires you the most?

JZ: There are many: Tracy Lindsay, Tracy Lindsay, Tracy Lindsay… her ability to act attracts me a lot, besides the fact that she is exceptionally beautiful. Michaela Isizzu, Candice B, Dido A, Melena A are also remarkable. But there are also lots of women who only pose for photo shoots and who I’d be so keen on filming one day. There are too many names to list them all.

Do you plan your shoot in detail or do you prefer to see how things evolve on the day?

JZ: Confidence for confidence. I shot Tenaka (upcoming on MetArt) twice because I was not happy with the first film. Let’s say that there is a certain result I’m trying to get although I know I won’t get it 100 percent because I am too demanding. Let’s face it; to make a high quality film costs a lot of money so you need to keep a realistic approach and plan. Then, you need to let the model express herself. My focus has always been on the model’s participation. Lorena’s experience was an advantage and I used it.

What are your ambitions with TLE and MetArt?

JZ: The MetArt Network sets the benchmark. Erotism/porn is all over the net. Among this abundance of content, which is sometimes hard to digest, it is pleasant to film for an established network, where quality is required, where beauty comes first, where the woman is glorified. I hope to go as far as possible, and one day to shoot for Viv Thomas too – I really like the visual style, which they have been developing for the last twelve months. My biggest challenge is to combine my work as a producer and my new role as a director of erotic films. But I’ve already made my choice for the future.

What would you like the viewers to get from your films?

JZ: We – the directors, the photographers – are only messengers, intermediaries, handing over the gift of the beauty of those stunning models to an audience of experts. Let’s hope that my messages are appreciated. I would like a bit of compassion as well because nobody is perfect. It’s impossible to please everyone. I think we all try to do our best to deliver quality films and photos.

Is there anything else you would you like to add?

JZ : Thank you, Lorena!

 

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Sanctify

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by “Washed Away” starring Lorena B

It was release day. Lorena had been in jail for over a year. She stood in processing to reclaim her belongings, the same clothes she came in with when she was first arrested. She’d missed those thigh-high leather boots. She tied the front knot of her sheer shirt and didn't bother putting on her panties under her skintight jeans. She just stuffed them in her pocket as she walked through the iron gate. The sun was setting, heralding a clear night sky. Lorena breathed in the musk of the outside world, now changed and unfamiliar. She had been locked in a cage for so long. The scent of her old perfume faintly emanating from her clothes smelled new. She was a brand new person.

She walked across the street toward a line of cabs and jumped in the first in line. There was only one place she wanted to go, to see the person who had been waiting patiently for her return. Gianna didn’t know she was out today. Lorena's presence was definitely going to be a surprise.

The car pulled up. She was finally home. Lorena unlocked the door and stepped inside. She called out to Gianna but there was no answer. Lorena roamed the house. It was exactly the same, just how she remembered it. There was the aroma of fresh linen in the air. Lorena walked into the bedroom and stopped at the vanity. She used Gianna's mascara and lightly powdered her face. She glanced at the bed behind her and thought about all the things that had taken place in it. Lorena missed Gianna very badly. She was the only person in the world who really loved her. It was unfortunate that Lorena's past had caught up with her just when their relationship was blossoming.

Suddenly, Lorena remembered the night she was taken away. They were still in bed, sound asleep in each other’s arms, when the house was raided by the police. Lorena had been involved with some bad people. The next thing she knew, a whole year had passed without Gianna's touch. Each passing day was torture. Tears welled up in Lorena's eyes as she thought about all the time they had lost. She was hoping Gianna would let her make it up. She didn't have any other plans beyond picking up the pieces of her life and starting over. The only thing she knew for sure was that she would never leave Gianna's side again.

Lorena walked outside to the pool. Stars lit the night sky, making the water twinkle. She went into the bathroom by the pool and caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Her face was marked with black mascara tracks from her tears. She ran her fingers through her hair, still trying to take in the fact that she was finally home. She had a sudden urge to do something out of the norm.

She walked into the shower and turned it on, not bothering to undress. She craved the feeling of the clean water. The first blast of steam was so soothing. She smiled as she washed away the memories of her incarceration. She sprayed the water over her chest and down her stomach, untying her shirt and caressing her breasts. She started imagining Gianna was there, picturing the things she would do to her as soon as she saw her again. The thoughts and the sensation of the shower heightened her arousal. She unbuttoned her jeans and nudged them down as the water soaked the denim. Her pussy moistened with every trickle.

Lorena began to touch herself. She stroked her clit as the water streamed over it. She was soaked all the way to her boots. She squatted down, aiming the shower head directly at her pussy as she fingered herself. Each thrust of her fingers edged her closer to climax. She began fucking herself faster, her fingers going deeper. The stream of water massaged her clit until she came powerfully. This was the first orgasm Lorena had experienced in a long time. It felt so pure. She had missed the privacy to openly embrace her sexuality.

Meanwhile Gianna had arrived home and realized at once that someone had been in the house, as Lorena had moved objects around. Gianna saw the side door was open, and heard running water as she came closer. She followed the source of the noise cautiously, but was stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Lorena splayed on the shower floor, playing with herself, with water cascading over her. She looked more beautiful than ever.

Lorena caught sight of her lover and beckoned for her to come closer, licking her lips lustfully. Gianna stepped inside the shower without stopping to undress and knelt down, grabbing Lorena's face and kissing her passionately. She had sorely missed the taste of her lips. After all this time, their affection for each other was more powerful than ever.

Lorena took Gianna in her arms and sprayed her back with water. It streamed down her skirt, making it stick to the curves of her firm ass. Lorena reached down to squeeze her ass cheeks as she kissed her neck. Gianna was overwhelmed with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes as their lips met once more.

Lorena stood up and shut off the water. Gianna unzipped Lorena’s boots and peeled off her jeans, then hoisted Lorena's leg over her shoulder. She licked and sucked at Lorena's clit, still pulsing and swollen from her first orgasm. Lorena ran her hands through Gianna's hair and rocked her hips, taking in the sweet pressure of her mouth. Gianna whirled her tongue faster. Lorena began to tremble. She shut her eyes tight and scraped her hands over the shower walls. She moaned loudly as she came all over Gianna's mouth.

"Come on,” Lorena said as she kissed Gianna and held her tight. “Let’s go for a swim.” They went out to the pool, shedding the rest of their clothes and jumping in. Lorena swam to the edge and Gianna pinned her from behind. She kissed the nape of Lorena's neck as she pressed close. Lorena turned to face her and wrapped her legs around Gianna's waist. They ground together, slowly rocking back and forth under the water. Gianna held on tight as Lorena’s pussy mound rubbed against hers harder. The slow motion hit her clit just right. Gianna bit down on Lorena’s earlobe to stifle her moans. Lorena squeezed Gianna's ass and thrust against her. Gianna’s whole body shook as her orgasm overflowed within her.

They moved to the shallows, lying back on the steps. Lorena sucked Gianna’s stiff nipples lovingly. Gianna scooted higher, so her pussy was out of the water, and Lorena moved between her legs. She licked her way up Gianna’s thighs, and kissed all over her pussy. Gianna spread her legs wide as Lorena ran her tongue over her drenched slot. She slid her fingers inside her as she devoured her clit. The water splashed around her hand as her fingers slid in and out. Gianna's stomach was pulsing out of control as she chased her second orgasm. Lorena sucked her clit more ravenously, gently scraping her teeth over the flesh. She edged her fingers deeper inside Gianna's tight wet hole, wriggling them until Gianna climaxed all over her hand. Gianna grabbed Lorena's wrist as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Gianna sat up and took Lorena's face in her hands, kissing her softly. They lay in each other’s arms a while, both panting from their exertions. Their bare skin shone in the moonlight as they basked in each other’s presence. Time stood still. It was as if Lorena had never left.

Many thanks to our member, Kat, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

 

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Introducing MetArt X!

Here at The Life Erotic we like to take a little walk on the wild side; but sometimes, all we want is to see a pretty girl kicking back and simply doing what comes naturally. That’s where our new site, MetArt X, comes in.

No doubt you already know that our flagship site MetArt is the world’s most awarded nude site, packed with fresh-faced beauties. MetArt X was created in response to requests from members who asked to see the models in more explicit videos, while still staying true to the ethos of high-class, beautifully presented, natural girls.

So, here it is… MetArt X, starring some of your favorite girls, letting you watch as they stroke themselves to orgasm! Things get pretty hot and sticky! So far we’ve seen Dido riding a big vibrator, Melena pleasuring her tight pussy and ass, and Sapphira heating things up in the Japanese bath house, to name just a few of our superstar models.

It’s sweet, erotic and totally dedicated to self-pleasure – check it out and see what everyone’s talking about right now!

 

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Phone Sex

Erotic fiction by Kat, inspired by "Phone Sex" starring Emily J

Emily was home starting dinner, staring blankly at the kitchen counter. She was bored with the monotony of her evenings now that her boyfriend wasn't there. Jordan was away on a business trip. It was the second week of his absence and Emily missed him dreadfully. She spoke to him on the phone quite often, but the hunger for him was becoming overwhelming.

She heard her phone ring as the water in the pot began to simmer. She scattered some noodles in the water and hurried over to the couch. It was Jordan. He sounded sad as he confessed that he missed her as well. Emily knew exactly what to do to make him feel better; and in turn, it might soothe her own aching for his touch.

She brought up the story of their steamiest encounter. Back before they lived together, Jordan would come over once a week for a lunch date. He had mentioned a very kinky fantasy he wanted to try and Emily had been eager to make it come true. While Jordan was on the phone, Emily recounted every detail, letting them recapture that special experience together.

Emily had been in a naughty mood that day. She was expecting Jordan shortly and was hurrying to get ready. She had invited him over for lunch, but had cooked absolutely nothing. Instead of dressing up in a favorite outfit, she decided to wrap a short black apron around her naked body. The knot was loose, so she took a leather belt and used it to keep the apron snug around her waist. She searched in the freezer for something to defrost for later, but wound up opening a box of cherry popsicles. Emily unwrapped the treat just as Jordan rang the doorbell.

“My, don't you look sexy!” he smiled. Emily smiled back and tasted the tip of the popsicle. She pulled Jordan close and kissed his lips. Jordan almost melted, tasting the sweet juice from her mouth. He had been longing to see her for days. Just the sight of her made his cock rock hard. He caressed her voluptuous bottom beneath the loose knot of the apron. He kissed her passionately and held her close.

“So is this your idea of lunch?” he laughed as Emily pulled him toward the kitchen table. Emily didn't answer. She held the popsicle in her mouth and sat on the tabletop. She spread her legs in front of Jordan, revealing her freshly shaved pussy under the skirt of the apron.

“Sit,” she said firmly. Jordan obeyed, sitting down on the chair in front of her. Emily spread her legs wider over the table, almost in a perfect split. She sucked lustfully at her frozen treat and smiled.

“Eat,” she commanded. Jordan leaned between Emily's thighs and licked hungrily at her pussy. She was already soaked. He could feel her warmth from his tongue's first stroke. Emily leaned back and continued to suck the popsicle as Jordan sucked on her clit and lapped up and down her slot. She let the popsicle slide in and out of her mouth as she took in each powerful sensation.

“Now watch,” she said, Jordan moving back slightly to appreciate the sight as Emily stroked her pussy with the popsicle. Jordan felt the tip of his cock bulge to the zipper line of his pants, as he watched the popsicle melt slowly over Emily's flesh. He leaned in to taste it off her slit. The cool sweetness seeped over his tongue as he rounded his lips over her pussy.

Emily was close to coming, but she didn't want to let go yet. She tossed the popsicle aside and sat up, taking the belt from around her waist and wrapping it around Jordan's neck to pull him close. He gasped as Emily started rubbing her feet over his crotch. She could feel his erection growing even bigger. Jordan bit his lip and rocked his hips up to increase the contact. He had a thing for Emily’s beautiful feet.

Emily stood up. “Down,” she said firmly. Immediately grasping what she wanted, Jordan got on his hands and knees and Emily used the belt like a collar to walk him to the bedroom. She loved toying with him. Jordan tried to lean down to kiss Emily's feet, but just managed a peck on her toes before Emily yanked the belt up.

“Stand up,” she said as she unfastened the belt. “Take off your clothes.” Jordan hurriedly undressed and awaited his next command. Emily pulled off her apron, Jordan's mouth watering at the sight of her perfect curves. His eyes lit up like Christmas morning as she took one of her favorite toys out of the nightstand – a smooth blue butt plug. Jordan had always wanted to try one, but never dared.

“Face down, ass up on the bed!” Emily commanded. Jordan crawled on the bed and pressed his face down on the pillows, nervous but excited. Emily moved behind him, belt in hand. “Ass higher!” she said, spanking his cheeks with the belt.

“Yes! Yes, ma'am!” he groaned, adjusting his position. Emily marveled at the sight of his rigid dick. She caressed his flushed cheeks as she licked the toy to lube it up and started rubbing it against his asshole. She spat on the toy again and started to insert it slowly, inch by inch. Jordan whimpered as the toy stretched him open. It felt strange, but good. Emily slid it out, spat on it again, then eased it all the way in. Jordan gripped the sheets and growled, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations.

Emily rolled him over and straddled his waist, squatting as she sunk down on his stiff cock. She rode vigorously, big tits bouncing as she slid up and down. Jordan gripped her hips tightly as he felt her sugar walls tighten around his cock from base to tip. Emily fucked him harder, his cock penetrating deep in her pussy. She could no longer keep the climax she had held in at bay. She moaned loudly as she leaned toward him. Jordan gripped her sides, holding her steady as he thrust up into her at just the right angle to make her come all over his cock. He felt her juice leak over his balls as her pussy clenched around him. Jordan lifted Emily up over his face to taste her creamy slit. She ground her pussy on his mouth to ride out the last shivers of her orgasm. She held on tight to the headboard as he whirled his tongue around her clit.

When the final tremors of her climax were dying away, Emily lay on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the bed so Jordan could fuck her mouth. His cock was so hard she could see the veins throbbing. She held his hips as she took his cock deep in her throat. He groaned, feeling his balls tighten. He leaned over the bed, his cock sliding even deeper as his load spurted out. Emily swallowed most of it down, letting a little escape to trickle out of the sides of her mouth as she flickered her tongue over the head. She licked her lips, savoring the tangy sweetness.

By this point of the story, Emily had her hand in her panties and was climaxing around her fingers. Jordan came all over his hand listening to Emily gasping as she tried to finish the story.  

“I can't wait to see you next week!” Jordan panted over the speaker.

“Me too,” Emily replied sweetly. “Good night, darling.”

Many thanks to our member, Kat, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

 

 

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Charles Lightfoot: interview with a TLE artist

Photographer and filmmaker Charles Lightfoot only made his debut at The Life Erotic in April 2016, but he is far from new to the world of erotica. Based in California – where he finds the most beautiful and inspiring models – he has over twenty years of experience and an impressive pedigree as a colleague of the late, great J. Stephen Hicks, among other notable collaborators.

Lightfoot’s use of natural light and shade, and his refusal to go down the well-trodden, clichéd ‘glamor’ path, has polarized opinion among members of our sister site MetArt; but he’s okay with that. Despite his accomplished body of work, he is refreshingly humble and eager to listen to feedback. And his two movies to date here on TLE have showcased a more edgy aspect to his work. In “Seek Within Me,” cute secretary Kylie Quinn blindfolds herself and gets off with the aid of a big glass dildo; while in “Close Call,” blonde bombshell Zoey Taylor elevates phone sex to a whole new level by filming herself masturbating. Lightfoot has proved himself a master of erotic storytelling with these two compelling and highly rated movies, and I was delighted to get the opportunity to find out more…

Charles, where are you from?

CL: I was born in Rabat, Morocco and traveled extensively with my parents. Not military but my dad had a business of the month and got restless very quickly. 

What is your background in photography and film?

CL: My parents owned a motel and a motel guest unable to pay his rent left his camera as payment and never returned. I started photography around 12 years old and eventually attended Brooks Institute of Photography in Santa Barbara, CA. I started working with Stephen Hicks in 1994 and continue to this day producing content for his site. After Brooks Institute I interned at Playboy in Santa Monica, CA and then worked with Suze Randall a while, and ended up clicking with Stephen. He was such a laid back dude and created a wonderful work environment. We all geeked out photographically and all had the same outlook on treating the models with respect. I still miss the dude for sure...

What inspired you to start creating erotica?

CL: I started shooting nudes because I was shy and I think it was a way for me to hide behind a camera to meet girls… The camera allowed me to go places and meet people I normally would never do. I fell in love with the mechanical device itself – the camera – and then with the technical aspect and science of it all, and now it’s purely a search of finding a moment in an expression…

Are you influenced by mainstream art, film and photography?

CL: I used to look at fashion magazines and then went through a museum phase and now that I’m answering this question it’s been a while since I’ve been inspired by something… I definitely think a trip to the Getty Museum is in order.

You make a lot of use of natural light and real locations – please tell us about that.

CL: It feels more natural to look through a viewfinder and see what you’re getting than using strobes. Nothing wrong with strobes, I have them but have not used them in years. With the low light sensitivity of digital cameras it has opened up a whole new world that was never possible before. I used to love the look of Tri-X film back in the day, the grain gave the image a quality that was raw; unfortunately a lot of people look at it as a mistake as opposed to an effect. I’ve not abandoned the technical aspect but it’s definitely on the back burner, and I just focus on creating a feeling in the subject. I don’t always succeed, but I always try...

Is there a photoset or video you are particularly proud of?

CL: Not really… I love the process of shooting, then I love to edit, but unfortunately I could probably edit all my work down to one image and still find something wrong with it. But the process is what I love… 

Do you prefer shooting movies or photographs?

CL: Hmm. I think in the last few years I’ve enjoyed shooting movies more, I just wish I was better at it… I get blown away by some of the videos out there… 

Is there a model who inspires you the most?

CL: When I was in school I would inevitably find a girl, a model who had the same passion as me, and we would shoot assignment after assignment for a time. Then I would move on to another… It was a real creative adventure with no thoughts of making money or if anyone would like it. Those models were the most inspiring… these days I’m inspired if the model shows up on time and has a good attitude!

Do you plan your shoots in great detail, or see how it evolves on the day?

CL: It depends on the client, but most cases it’s on the fly and letting the creativity happen, never forcing something… I definitely have music playing, sometimes the model’s choice and sometimes mine. It’s really important to make the model feel relaxed, comfortable, safe and happy to be there. A lot of these girls get treated like objects, especially in this industry, and that’s fucked up… I never want to be part of that.

What are your ambitions for your work with the MetArt Network?

CL: I’m not sure? I’m just happy I have a place that will buy my images and allow me to survive in this society doing what I love doing. I’m not an ambitious person… I don’t need much to be content.

What do you hope the viewers get from your movies and photos?

CL: Reading the comments, it’s clear that some viewers get me and others don’t, and that’s totally cool… I just hope most can see these beautiful girls in the prime of their lives, and appreciate their bodies with respect – and masturbating to the imagery is a form of appreciation… why not?

Is there anything else you would like to tell us?

CL: Don’t cry over the past, it’s gone. Don’t stress about the future, it hasn’t arrived. Live in the present and make it beautiful.

 

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Madame Nastya's Servant

Erotic fiction by Kat and Rose, inspired by Solana and Nasty S

Madame Nastya woke up in a bad mood. Her servant Solana was nowhere to be seen.

“Solana!” she yelled. “Get your lazy ass in here at once and fetch my slippers!”

“Coming, Madame!” the servant gasped as she hurried up the staircase. She hesitated as she entered the room, assessing her mistress’s mood, then knelt to place the slippers gently on her feet. She helped her put on her black silk robe and then stood there apprehensively, waiting for her next order.

“Slow and clumsy as ever,” Madame Nastya grumbled. “How many times do I have to tell you to be here when I wake up?”

“I’m sorry, Madame,” Solana murmured. “I was so hungry. I had some bread and water while I was preparing your breakfast.”

“You greedy, lazy, insolent girl!” Madame Nastya snapped. “Do I have to punish you for the same thing every day? Fetch the paddle.”

Silently, Solana took the leather paddle from the drawer of the dressing table and handed it to her mistress. She got on all fours on the bed and lifted her plaid shirt. Madame Nastya gazed at the inviting sight. The girl had a firm round bottom, perfect for spanking. She took hold of the chain attached to Solana’s leather collar, tugging on it to keep her still – not that the servant would have dared to move. Then she waited, savoring the thought of what she was about to do, until the girl was trembling with anticipation.

The slapping sound of the paddle hitting Solana’s bare ass broke the silence. The girl let out a little gasp of shock, but didn’t move. Madame Nastya paused for a long moment, enjoying the sight of the pale skin flushing an angry red. Then she spanked her again. This time the girl moaned, trembling harder.

Madame Nastya rubbed her palms over the girl’s glowing red cheeks, soothing them, before spanking her again. She gave her three slaps of the paddle in quick succession, making her cry out, and then stroked her gently. It was driving Solana crazy. She never knew when her mistress was going to strike or soothe her. Sometimes she would cry out before she was even struck. The anticipation of the blow muddled her mind.

The heat numbed the pain, but only for a moment. It was the most exquisite torture. Each slap of the paddle seemed to send the heat surging into her pussy, as if it were a physical thing seeking entrance. Her legs were shaking, and she could feel juice seeping out between her pussy lips. The humiliation was almost too much to bear. She bit her lip to stop herself begging as she felt her mistress yank her sodden panties down her thighs.

“I’m hungry too,” Madame Nastya said coldly, pushing three long fingers into Solana’s slick hole. She pumped them in and out until the girl was quivering, then tugged on her leash, making her go face down, ass up. She licked the girl’s burning cheeks before sliding her tongue into her creamed up snatch. When Solana let out a moan of pleasure, her mistress laughed cruelly.

“What a dirty little tramp you are, Solana! You’re the worst servant in the country. All you’re good for is getting your ass spanked and your cunt eaten!” She resumed her licking, each sweep of her tongue making the girl moan louder, until she was on the verge of orgasm. Solana rocked back against her mistress’s mouth, all self-control lost as the pain, pleasure, fear and arousal mingled in a jumble of heightened sensation. Madame Nastya could make her come at any moment, if she chose to; but today, the punishment would continue.

Madame Nastya pushed Solana onto her back, sliding her sticky fingers into the girl’s mouth to make her taste her own pussy juice. Then she straddled her servant’s face, using the leash to hold her in place as she ground her soaked slot against the girl’s mouth. Solana licked her mistress’s clit firmly, just as she knew she liked it. She was so desperate to come but she didn’t dare touch herself. She focused all her attention on eating Madame Nastya’s pussy, sucking down her juice and lapping at her slippery folds until at last her mistress yelled out and shook with a tremendous orgasm.

When she’d ridden out the final tremors of her climax, Madame Nastya dismounted, grabbed the leather paddle and unceremoniously thrust its thick handle into her servant’s pulsing snatch.

“Good girl, Solana,” she said; and it was her words as much as the sudden penetration that sent the servant over the edge into a climax that rocked her whole body. She sobbed with relief as the spasms wracked her body, leaving her breathless and dizzy.

When she finally regained her senses, Solana began to straighten her clothes; but her mistress stopped her.

“Don’t bother putting your panties back on. You won’t be needing them today,” Madame Nastya said. “Fetch my breakfast, and then I’ll decide what to do with you next. I don’t know whether to make you suck my new strap-on cock, or let the gardeners fuck you…”

Many thanks to our member, Kat, for writing this story with me. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

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Kinky is the new normal

Here at The Life Erotic we like to celebrate the edgier side of arousal – and it seems we’re not alone. A recent study from the University of Montreal, published in the Journal of Sex Research, suggests that almost half of us have sexual fantasies that are considered ‘deviant’ or ‘atypical’ under current psychiatric criteria.

The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition (DSM-5) – the principal reference book of psychiatric diagnosis – categorizes sexual behavior as normophilic (normal) or paraphilic (‘deviant’ or ‘anomalous’). Of the 1,040 Canadians of both sexes questioned for the study, 45.5 percent said they were interested in at least one behavior considered paraphilic, and 33 percent said they had acted out these fantasies.

The most popular ‘deviant’ behavior was voyeurism (35 percent), with 26 percent saying they enjoyed fetishism, the same number going for frotteurism, and 19 percent saying they were masochistic.

Results were similar for men and women. According to the study’s lead author, Professor Christian Joyal, “Women who report an interest in sexual submission have more varied sexual interests and report greater satisfaction with their sex lives. Sexual submission is therefore not an abnormal interest.”

So are ‘normal’ people are a lot kinkier than previously thought? In statistical parlance, a trait found in less than 16 per cent of the population is considered atypical. But with as many as 60 percent of respondents indicating interest in certain sexual behaviors (the percentage of men with an interest in voyeurism), they can’t be considered abnormal. “People want to be tied up,” said Professor Joyal. “As long as it’s with a consenting partner, people will be relieved to know that their desires are not necessarily abnormal…. One hundred years ago, oral sex was considered gross, 50 years ago it was illegal and now it is the number one fantasy. In 30 years from now, I would be surprised if BDSM wasn’t part of normal sexuality.”

It’s to be hoped that the results of this study will help challenge what is perceived as ‘deviant’ tastes – especially since so many of apparently share them! Let’s hope this will encourage recognition and acceptance of the diversity of sexual preferences.  

References:

American Psychiatric Association (2013) The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition. Arlington, VA: American Psychiatric Publishing.

Joyal, CC and Carpentier J (2016) The Prevalence of Paraphilic Interests and Behaviors in the General Population: A Provincial Survey. Journal of Sex Research. March 3: 1-11 [e.pub].

 

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The Asylum, Episode Four: Fulfilled

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Paul Black’s masterpiece “Asylum,” and featuring Beata, Sweet Cat and Alexa Tomas.

This is a continuation from episode three, which was posted on this blog on May 23rd 2016. The story so far: Sweet Cat wakes to find herself locked in a room in a derelict building. As her mysterious female captor – Alexa – touches her, Cat watches another girl, Beata, masturbating. Alexa leads her into an elevator, where they explore an intimate and intense connection between them, and Cat makes Alexa orgasm…

The story continues…

The sweetness was intense but short, as now Sweet Cat’s epic urge to climax took control. Without giving her soulmate time to recover, she wanted to get fucked hard and squirt every drop of the pussy juice dammed up inside her, which was ready to burst out and flood the claustrophobic elevator cabin.

“Te voy a dar lo que quiere ... pero eres mía ahora. No se puede ocultar de mí por más tiempo.” Alexa’s musical voice echoed deep inside Cat’s heart, just as it echoed around the cold metallic walls of the cramped elevator. Cat didn’t understand the words on a conscious level, but hearing Alexa speak drove her crazy, especially as Alexa’s eyes were devouring her while she trembled through the aftershocks of her orgasm.

The elevator was still stuck between floors, but the doors suddenly opened a little way, leaving a gap that exposed Cat’s ass. A draft of cold air blew across her hot skin and between her juice-soaked thighs, giving her pleasurable goosebumps. Alexa gently but insistently pushed Cat closer to the gap.

“Why are you doing this? I need to come… please make me come!” Cat begged. Her ass pressed against the cold metal, her dripping pussy positioned right at the gap between the doors. She felt strangely observed… desired… available… as if offering her pleasure to an unknown predator lurking on the other side of the broken doors.

She was exquisitely aware that whatever happened, she was trapped in the tight space, with Alexa holding her firmly against the doors, now teasing her again by pressing her own oily body against hers. The sense of vulnerability and exposure made Cat afraid, and very excited. Her arousal bubbled up again, even more strongly, craving someone or something to accept the lust she was offering.

As if her desire were being answered, her lubed-up pussy was stroked by a soft, mysterious hand.

“Who is touching me? Are you going to fuck me?” Cat thought. The fingers dragged long, vigorous, circling strokes around her pussy mound, starting to probe inside, going deeper… breaching the outer margins to reach the quivering pink core of her pulsing hole. They teased around her sensitive clit, making her moan wildly. They inched deeper again, making her juice trickle out, but never giving the single hard stroke to her clit that could push her over the edge. The fingers brushed around the opening to her pussy, hinting at the penetration that Cat wanted, her G-spot throbbing with need. Another few strokes, lubricating her hole with even more juice, and finally the fingers thrust deep inside Cat, going straight to her G-spot and massaging it hard and fast.

“Harder… fuck me harder! she whimpered. Her juices began to squirt out, splashing over Alexa’s thighs. Alexa was kissing her and squeezing her breasts, one hand sliding between her cheeks to stimulate her asshole. Cat was trembling, the assault on her senses overwhelming as the mysterious fingers fucked her pussy while Alexa penetrated her ass. Her primal moans mingled with the filthy squelching sound of her soaked holes being fucked. This was exactly what she needed… to be slowly and intensely seduced, held on the edge and stripped of control over her own pleasure; yielding control in return for more pleasure, fuelled by mysterious love.

“It’s coming… it’s coming!” she shrieked, the furious fingering bringing her right to the brink of a truly apocalyptic orgasm. And finally she was over the edge, free falling. She felt her climax explode like an unstable bottle of nitroglycerin, squirting a powerful jet of juice from her spasming pussy. The fingers fucked her mercilessly right through her orgasm, drawing it out until her legs would have collapsed and let her fall if not for Alexa’s body pressing her against the dirty metal doors. The shock of such an epic orgasm was so strong that she didn’t even realize the fingers were still pounding her G-spot steadily, pushing her inexorably towards another explosion.

Perceiving the repeated swell of her lust, the fingers moved faster again, drawing infinite abstract, looping figures against her G-spot, making her shake. A moment later she came again, squirting like a bursting dam, making a puddle of juice on the floor. This time Alexa let her slide to the ground, her ass landing in the sticky pool, her over-stimulated pussy still twitching.

As she slowly regained consciousness she felt the cold air blow over her sweaty back. The fingers were gone… and so was Alexa! The elevator doors creaked closed, and it began to descend. Cat was still trembling, smeared with oil, sweat and juice.

“What happened to Alexa?” she thought, over and over again. Her confused, pleasure-blown mind could not decode the mystery.

The elevator reached its destination, the rusty doors shrieking open and presenting Cat with an unexpected choice. Right in front of her, the hallway ended in a pair of huge doors, which were wide open and flooding the hall with daylight. It was the exit! All she had to do was get up and walk away from this disturbing place, towards her freedom.

Was it really that simple? Could she walk away as if nothing had happened, and forget Alexa forever? Thinking about Alexa made Cat wonder whether walking into the light was really freedom after all. What she had shared with Alexa had felt so deep and intimate that it was more precious than anything to her now. She was sure Alexa was not beyond those doors, and that was impossible to accept. There is no freedom without love, without an intimate connection with another heart, another mind and body. To be so deeply united that words are not necessary, just a smile, a soft touch, and all the wild desires shared. There was no freedom outside because Alexa was there… deep inside… calling Cat louder and louder.

Slowly getting to her feet, Cat turned away from the daylight and pressed the only button on the elevator panel, letting the doors close again, hoping it would bring her back to Alexa’s arms. As the doors closed, Cat suddenly woke up on the old bed, inside the decrepit room where everything had begun. She was covered by the prickly brown blanket, her body still slippery with juice and oil.

She felt rested and relaxed, and she could already hear Alexa’s voice calling her from deep inside.  

“Estoy aquí con usted ... me abrazas muy dentro de ti mismo ... nuestro amor nos hace uno!” Words weren’t important; she could understand the emotion in Alexa’s beautiful voice better than her own language.

Without even realizing it, she kicked the blanket away from her, onto the floor, spreading her long legs and starting to finger herself. By the time her juices began to squirt out, she could see Alexa appearing in front of her, slowly approaching and ready to have wild sex again.

Many thanks to our member, Lex, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

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The Asylum, Episode Three: Submitted

An erotic fantasy by Lex, inspired by Paul Black’s masterpiece “Asylum,” and featuring Beata, Sweet Cat and Alexa Tomas.

This is a continuation from episode two, which was posted on this blog on May 2nd 2016. The story so far: Sweet Cat wakes to find herself locked in a room in a derelict building. As her mysterious female captor – Alexa – touches her, Cat watches another girl, Beata, masturbating; but once again Alexa denies her any orgasmic release…

The story continues…

Incapable of concentrating on anything around her, Sweet Cat was having serious trouble standing upright. She was trembling and shaking from the overwhelming, unreleased pleasure filling every single millimeter of her body, all the way to her fingertips. She was so horny and so close to orgasm that a tiny breath on her clit could have pushed her over the edge, but for some reason she just couldn’t come. Had Alexa put her under some kind of spell?

As rational as she normally was, she felt that Alexa was the only one who could make her climax, no matter how hard she tried to finger fuck herself. It was almost as if Alexa’s fingers were covered in spice! Cat could feel an intense tingling inside, running from her clit to her G-spot, as if Alexa’s fingers had left some kind of electric trace there. There was some kind of intimate connection between them… but who was Alexa?

Just at the moment that Cat thought her name, Alexa appeared in the hallway. Finally Cat could see her in all her stunning beauty: jet black hair, dark eyes filled with passion, and a perfectly toned body. She was as beautiful as Cat, but somehow her opposite: Cat’s starry eyes inspired love and sweetness, while Alexa’s deep, blazing eyes were filled with uncontainable passion and lust. Both like goddesses, but opposed.

Alexa began calling to Cat, touching her own naked body, using herself as bait to lure Cat towards her. Still wildly aroused, Cat approached her, trembling as she saw Alexa touch herself so intimately. As she drew closer, she became aware of an elevator at the end of the hallway. She could hear the rusted metal doors shrieking as they slid open and closed, over and over. Beyond the doors was the deep darkness of the small and claustrophobic cabin. Step by step, Alexa moved towards the elevator, drawing Cat behind her, and finally entering and being swallowed by the darkness.

Just a step away from the elevator doors, Cat briefly glimpsed inside the cabin as the doors opened. The space was small and constricting, barely large enough for two people. The cold metal walls and rubber floor were dirty… but the most disturbing thing was that Alexa wasn’t inside! Just a few seconds earlier she had lured Cat to follow her; but now, where was she? Cat was struggling to stay focused, still tormented by lust, the pleasure inside her pussy screaming to burst out, just as she desired to escape from that insane place.

“Ven adentro... ven dentro de mí!” Alexa’s voice whispered from the empty elevator.

Cat was terribly scared to enter this dirty and inescapable trap, yet that sensual voice calling her like a siren was literally irresistible. Her lust was controlling her, pulling her inside. Once she was inside, the cabin doors closed behind her, the cold metal brushing against her ass and sending a chill through her. The sensation, and the shrieking noise, made her very uneasy; and worse still, when the doors closed she was in total darkness.

She could hear her own accelerated breathing, and feel the cold metal touching her like perverted hands hungry for her naked flesh. But strangely, being trapped in this claustrophobic space was making her sexual excitement grow ever stronger. She could hear deep growling noises, as if she were in the belly of a beast that had swallowed her whole, to taste each drop of her liquid passion.

Suddenly Cat felt something caressing her body – an oily substance pouring from the walls and ceiling of the elevator. The smell of sex was intense. Rivulets coated her skin, making it feel even more sensitive. Then something else touched her in the darkness!

Something was stroking her left hip, sending chills of pleasure through her; then something grabbed her well-oiled breast… there was something between her legs too, something long, slippery, strong and muscular.

“Alexa?” As Cat murmured her name questioningly, the cold neon lights inside the elevator sparked into life, revealing Alexa right in front of her, oiled up and embracing her tightly. Her lively and curious hands were on Cat’s breasts, squeezing her hard nipples. Between each squeeze she pressed her own breasts against Cat’s, their hard nipples stroking against each other. Alexa’s toned thigh pushed right between Cat’s legs, rubbing against her juicy pussy.

Alexa kissed Cat’s mouth sweetly for the first time, a second and then a third. Cat felt so loved, surrounded by passion. The quiet sweetness of the tender embrace moved her, even as the fury of lust screamed to be released within her. Her pussy was open like a flower, soaking Alexa’s thigh, and she felt the urge to rub faster against it. Sensing Cat’s hunger, Alexa kissed her deeper, sucking on her tongue. The oil was pouring down, lubricating their bodies as they ground together.

Cat’s orgasm was surging up now, as Alexa grasped her hips, pulling her vigorously against her own body. Cat began to stroke Alexa’s clit, the overpowering smell of sex saturating her senses in the enclosed space… and suddenly the elevator began to move. It was going up, making a metallic groan, but the girls were so intent on each other they barely noticed. Cat’s fingers slipped inside Alexa’s pussy, which was as creamy on the inside as her own. Alexa moaned, between the kisses and licks. Cat’s pussy spilled a fresh deluge of juice over Alexa’s leg as her fingers went in and out, deeper and harder, while the elevator continued its endless ascent. Cat felt Alexa’s G-spot pulsing against the tips of her fingers.

The connection between them was something tangible, their lust the conducting wire and their passion the electrical flood running in both directions from pussy to pussy. Juices poured out, drops splashing over Cat’s hand and trickling down Alexa’s thigh, both of them on the verge of losing control. They were one body, one mind filled with desire, one lust; their bodies deeply connected, mouths breathing from each other, pussies filled. They were one now, but their passion was double, triple, quadruple! Somehow Cat could feel Alexa inside her thoughts, could feel her need for release, making her own even harder to contain. She could hardly believe such a deep love could exist in such a filthy place. Their beauty was uncontaminated by the darkness.

The elevator had been rising just as their pleasure had, but now as they both hovered on the edge of orgasm it stopped and began to descend, slowly and silently, almost as if it were floating. Cat’s urge to climax was stronger than ever, but it wasn’t her moment; and deep inside she wanted it to be like this, wanted Alexa to be in control, wanted to be dominated, and to submit to her lust.

Almost crying from the tension of holding in her orgasm, still tribbing on Alexa’s leg, Cat began to fuck Alexa mercilessly, using her fingers like a dick. Alexa was squirming and convulsing as Cat hammered her G-spot, until with a wild cry her orgasm exploded from her. She squirted a thick jet of hot juice over Cat’s hand, shaking and moaning. As Cat’s fingers slowed and she kissed Alexa lovingly, the elevator stopped.

To be continued…

Many thanks to our member, Lex, for writing this story. If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to me at fanfiction@metart.com. I don't promise to post it in full, but I will pick out the juiciest bits to share!

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Get up close and personal with Kari A

Raven-haired Kari A has that certain something that makes you look twice. She’s classically pretty, with a lovely smile and a perfectly proportioned figure, but it’s the wicked sparkle in her green eyes that suggests she’s not just the sweet girl next door. Kari is a popular star over on our sister sites Viv Thomas and SexArt, but she only just made her TLE debut last month in a movie titled “Fools” by Charles Lakante. Reclining on a petal-strewn bed wearing only sheer pantyhose, she blindfolds herself before indulging her senses with some spirited pussy play.

A recent behind-the-scenes interview brought some interesting insights into Kari’s quirky personality. You can see the whole interview on Viv Thomas (watch it on pay per scene if you’re not a member), but here are a few cute highlights for you to enjoy…

Kari, please tell us about yourself.

K: I'm from Prague, Czech Republic. I'm 27 and I've been making movies for seven years. I like my job. I love traveling, warm air, sea, and I really love sport. I enjoy making movies – and watching the videos, too.

What do you like best about your appearance?

K: My favorite part of my body is my eyes.

How do you keep in shape?

K: I currently don't work out because I had surgery two months ago and I'm having another one, so I'm taking a break. But I will start again.

Are you dominant or submissive?

K: I'm more submissive than dominant. I prefer really dominant guys.

Are you an exhibitionist?

K: Yes I am. I like doing it in public, but not always. Sometimes I like it, sometimes it suits me and it makes me really excited, but sometimes I prefer privacy.

Do you masturbate?

K: Yes, I enjoy masturbating. I like to use my fingers, but what I like the most is female toys that stimulate the clitoris.

What is your fantasy?

K: My sexual fantasy... I think I've satisfied most of them!

What kind of men do you like?

K: I like darker types of men, taller, muscular, not too thin. Men with high intelligence and good ethics. I also like men who are obliging, kind, devoted, and can express their feelings to a woman. I like active people who enjoy life, who are positive and can motivate themselves.

Are you bisexual?

K: I prefer men, but I like women as well. Or maybe both at once! I had sex with girls in my personal life before doing it in movies. I like girls of a similar type to me. Not too tall, or plump or thin. Darker types, brown hair.

What would you like to say to your fans?

K: Thanks so much for watching this video and my movies. Thanks for being my fans. Keep enjoying my videos.

 

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

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

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

    To answer both your comments:

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

    So is this presence real?

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

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

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

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

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

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