Bondage. You might think that women who are into bondage are submissive throughout the whole spectrum of their lives. That we behave in a subservient way in the workplace, the kitchen, and socially. Well, that’s not strictly true. In fact, it’s not true at all for me.

I am a very successful businesswoman, known for my boardroom shit kicking. Nobody messes with me without consequences, and I’m like that in my private life too. I’m both loud and forward socially, the center of attention. At home, I don’t do the dishes, cook the meals, clean the house or take on any other domestic chore submissively. Like most people, if a job needs doing, I do it, but I do not allow anyone to boss me around.

But I do love to be bound. A shrink would probably tell you it’s because I like to have so much control across all other aspects of my life that I enjoy the total loss of it that I only get when I’m chained to the bed and at the mercy of another’s sexual desires. No doubt they’d be right, but I’ve never visited one and I have no desire to understand my own kinks. What’s to understand? I get off on being chained up. It makes me cum harder than through regular sex, and that’s all I need to know.

It’s not just any bondage that gets me off, although I’m not against other forms of constraint – it’s chains that I love. That feeling of cold hard metal against my warm skin gets my juices flowing way more than anything else.

Chains have a more ‘dungeon’ element to them than other forms of bondage. They certainly do in my house, because I have a special set up in the basement. I have all kinds of wooden furniture, some of it custom made, that is excellent for chaining someone up.

I have two favorites: one is a kind of wooden horse that I can lie face down on with my hands and feet chained to the legs, leaving me with my knees wide open and my ass, pussy and mouth at just the right height for a hard cock to force its way in.

The other is a hard wooden bed with wooden struts at each corner. The chains run through holes at the base of the struts and then up to the top, where they combine in a cross over the top of the bed and can be loosened or tightened with the use of one simple wheel.

When I’m lying on my back on the wooden bed, I begin to get wet the moment the chains are attached to my wrists and ankles. My husband chooses which of the holes to run the chains through, and this decides how high my feet and hands will be raised. If he runs a chain through the top holes, my arms and legs will be raised as high as they can go, and he can turn the wheel to pull me physically off the wooden bed and leave me hanging there, at his mercy.

The basement is cold all year around, and I feel the intense chill of the metal on my skin each time we go down there. It’s almost always me that initiates these sessions. I tell my husband that he needs to take me downstairs right now and deal with me, and he knows that to argue with me or deny me that is dangerous; but as soon as the first chain is biting into my skin, I slip into submissive mode and he is free to do what he likes with me.

And what he likes to do is fuck me hard and rough.

He knows that I love the wooden bed, because the number of chains involved and the sound of them clanking as he turns the wheel really gets me hot. He’ll chain me up and invariably set it up so that I am at the limit, the chains pulling on my arms and legs so hard that they’re almost but not quite lifting me off the wood, the cold steel chilling my flesh, the individual links sometimes biting into my skin. This is when he gets to be a kinky son of a bitch. Once I’m chained up tight, he likes to use his fingers and whatever else he’s got around the house on me.

First, he’ll run his fingers around the places where the chains bite, pulling on them to make it hurt just that little bit more; then he’ll come around to my head and probe my mouth with his fingers, getting them wet with my saliva.

He takes his time, his fingers tracing my body’s natural curves, until he is between my legs, playing with my cunt. When he begins to pinch my clitoris I know to expect that my pussy will soon be stretched open with a fist or a dildo or even a vegetable.

To have my pussy stretched wide open while cold steel chains are stretching my arms and legs wide is out of this world! I usually cum within minutes through this kind of play, and my husband keeps tormenting me, dominating me like this until I’ve cum at least twice before he gets his dick involved.

He teases me with his boner, rubbing it against my wrists and ankles, anywhere the steel chains are touching my skin, leaving it in my hand knowing I’m unable to do much more than grip it weakly.

When it seems like I’m sated and can be freed, that’s when the horny little devil gets off. He’ll leash my throat with a choke chain and walk me over to the horse, where he chains my leash to the floor through a steel ring and then shackles me face down over the horse. He shortens the chains just enough to make it uncomfortable, to keep the chains pulling on my limbs the whole time.

And then, when I’m absolutely at his mercy and unable to do anything but comply, he comes at me with his big prick.

You could ask him if he’s a blowjob man or an anal sex devotee, or even just a straight up pussy fucking animal, but in the nine years we’ve been together, he’s never showed any signs of favoritism – he fucks all my holes with equal gusto.

Sometimes, he’ll chain me down and then immediately fuck my mouth, holding my hair to pull my face up, then jamming his prick into my mouth and fucking hard and fast to spray his hot cum down the back of my throat. Other times he’ll give me no warning, just force his cock into my asshole and let me have it. And sometimes he fucks my cunt, slamming into me then pulling it all the way out, doing it again and again.

But there’s one thing he almost always does at my request, and that’s to cum on a special steel dildo and make me eat it while I’m face down on the horse, pushing the cold steel into my mouth until every last drop is gone.

It might sound extreme to some people, but vanilla sex has never been my thing, and I count myself lucky to have found someone whose preferences so perfectly align with mine. We enjoy looking at The Life Erotic together, and it’s good to know there are other people out there who are interested in the same kind of things that turn us on.

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Erotic fiction inspired by Tracy Lindsay in “Honey”

When I first came here, I thought it was hell on earth. It's a lot of land to till, back-breaking work from sunrise to sunset. I knew nothing about country living. I’d inherited this plot and wanted to save it, but after just a few days, I was ready to go back to the city. I didn't know anyone and there was nothing for miles around but two gas stations and a small bar in the middle of a winding road.

I decided to stop there for a drink to ease my nerves before I started packing. As soon as I walked in, I noticed that I was the only frowning face in the room. Everyone inside was having a great time playing pool and watching football. The high energy slowly transformed my mood.

I ordered double shots of whiskey from this beautiful bartender with an adorable southern drawl. She had to lean in to take my order since our voices were drowned out by the loud music. I didn't mind. It gave me a clear view of her enticing figure. She was the sexiest woman I'd ever laid eyes on; blonde hair, athletic body, long legs, and a stunning bottom. She didn't look much like a country girl. Her all-white outfit accentuated her curves, like she was poured from the neck down in milk. After my first look at her I completely forgot what I was upset about.

Her gaze was magnetic. It was impossible to look at her without feeling breathless and lovesick. I needed some air. I stepped outside for a smoke, letting the night breeze cool me down. My mind raced with lustful thoughts. I blushed when she joined me, wondering if she could read my mind.

“Hey, do you have a light?” she asked with a smile. I lit her cigarette for her and smiled back. Her mere presence made my heart race.

“You're not from around here are you?” she asked, her southern accent thrilling me.

“No,” I replied. “I don't think I could ever get used to this place.”

“I felt that way when I first moved here,” she said. “You have to give this town a chance. Trust me, it grows on you.”

“What is there to do here?” I asked.

“Besides drink?” she laughed. “Nothing, but this place is famous for its honey.”

“Really?” I asked. “I've never tried the local honey... I haven't had honey in a while actually.”

Suddenly, she leaned in very close to my ear. “Well, you're gonna have to taste it sometime,” she whispered flirtatiously.

This girl had a powerful sexual aura that radiated from her. It was hard to resist. She gave me her address and invited me over the following night. I was very much looking forward to her company.

The next evening, I showed up at her cabin, just a few miles from the bar. I went to the door and saw a note. It read, “Door's open. Come on in.”

I opened the door and saw her on the floor by the fire. Her naked body was laid bare on a soft fur blanket, glasses of honey all around her. I gazed at her in awe. Her sparkling brown eyes fixed on mine. She picked one of the glasses up and tilted it to her chest. I watched the slow drip of amber slowly trickling down her body. I was so spellbound, I could hardly breathe.

“Take your clothes off and come here,” she commanded.

I undressed and knelt beside her. She put the glass down and straightened her posture, letting me admire her form. I leaned in and slowly licked the honey off her chest, trailed my tongue down across her nipples, and sucked them softly. The taste of her flesh mixed with the wet sticky syrup was heavenly. She poured some more honey down her stomach, where it dribbled down the dips of her abs, and dripped slowly to her pussy.

I lay down, inched my head under her, and opened my mouth. Drops of honey trickled to my tongue and down my throat. She dipped down on my face, letting me taste her. The honey was even sweeter, mixed with her wetness. I lapped and sucked, taking every drop of the ambrosia. She wound her hips around my face, using my mouth as her personal toy. I could feel her clit swelling, her lips dripping, her harmonious moans rising in volume. Suddenly, her body tensed. I whirled my tongue around her flesh rapidly until she came all over my lips. I kissed her pussy softly, as the last beats of her orgasm subsided.

By now, her entire body was wet and sticky. She walked me to her shower room and handed me a loofah and some body wash. I took my time lathering her body from head to toe. I made sure every part of her was clean. Then, she pinned me to the shower wall. Her breasts pressed against mine. Her soft lips suctioned my neck, while her fingers reached below. She squeezed her fingers inside me and thrust up and down, her fingers pressing my G-spot perfectly.

I wrapped my hands around her waist as she fucked me harder. The hot water streamed down between us, adding to my pleasure. I lost control and started trembling and moaning until I came powerfully on her hand. I grabbed her face and kissed her deeply while her fingers slowly thrust inside me, pressing every last wave of my climax out.

I surrendered to her every whim for the rest of the evening, thankful that I hadn’t given up on an unfamiliar town. If I hadn’t gone to that bar or met this gorgeous goddess, I would have been gone by the morning. Later I learned that everyone who lived in this small town had a similar story, finding everything they never knew they wanted in the least likely place. I felt fortunate to be among them, and to belong somewhere I never thought would feel like home. If I ever do decide to move on, the sweet taste of honey will always bring me back.

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Erotic fiction inspired by “Indifference” starring Sade Mare and Susie

I sit here sipping my drink, full of disdain and no faith or hope for this wretched evening. I watch you blankly. I wonder why you are still here. This awkward silence between us has surpassed its allotted time. I glance and sip. Glance and sip.

You stare at me, wondering if I am going to make a move. I am distant and uncertain. I don't want anything from you. Now, you choose this very moment to change my mind.

“Go ahead,” I scoff to myself. “Try and change my mind if you can.” I bet everything I have I won't move.

I see you sipping your wine silently across the room. The atmosphere is formidable and unforgiving. You already know there is nothing between us, nothing to save. We have finished before we started. Still, I watch. I brush off any hint of interest with the coldest expressions I can display. As I watch, you try to see right through me.

“Good luck,” I think. You will need it.

I sip my wine again. My glass is half empty; you are full of yourself. I stare at you silently, unfettered in your salacious glare. You might as well be alone. I might as well not be here. Let's see what you do.

You bite your lip lustfully. You gape shamelessly at me, nudging your dress down your supple shoulders. Your hands caress your body as if you are telling me what you want my hands to do to you. You kneel and caress my thigh, trying to get my attention. I don't want it. I don't want you! I brush your hand away every time you attempt to touch me.

You grow desperate. I see your eyes fixed on mine. I look away. My expression is bored and cruel. You can't impress me. I don't care that you're throwing yourself at my feet, begging for my affection.

I see you are enticed by my indifference. The more I ignore you, the more aroused you get. I am confused, the only reaction I have shown you all night. You kick your heels off and slide off your stockings. Your smooth thighs glisten in the candlelight as you bend over the couch. I see your hands peek between your thighs. You imitate my touch, from the last time I grabbed you there. I sit shaking my head in disapproval. You wait. You look. I look back. My brow furrows in disapproval.

Your fingers move in and out, slowly sliding and slowly dipping. They circle around and around over your sodden flesh. I can't stand it. I am supposed to be your hand. I am so close to you, but I am not even in the room. My mind is across the world, looking to a future I can't find. Your attempts to switch my mood are a waste of time.

I finish the rest of my wine, unaffected. I rise out my chair and walk away. You grab my wrist to stop me.

“What?” I snap. “What the fuck do you want from me?” You pout and look deep in my eyes, trying to thaw my cold expression.

“I want you.” There it is. You said it, but I no longer have respect for such a response. It doesn't even phase me, yet I don’t leave.

I lean against the wall. You pin my body against it. Your flesh touches mine. Your face is close to my lips. You kiss me. Even when I turn away, you hold my head in place. I kiss you back. You exhale in relief. It's like you won a silent wager in your head.  I look at you and watch your expression.

“I can't do this any more,” I whisper.

“That’s what you said last time,” you whisper back, running your tongue softly over my lips.

“I don’t want you!” I snap; but I am unsure.

Your hands reach between my thighs and suddenly your fingers are inside me. You lift your soaked fingers to your mouth and suck off my juices. Your eyes melt like it’s a delectable treat.

 “Your body is saying otherwise,” you smile.

You’re right! My hardened core is melting to your touch. The next thing I know, I am sitting back down on the chair, my panties stuffed in my mouth, my legs spread wide over the armrests. Your arms wrap around my thighs as you lick up and down slowly. The soaked folds of my pussy spread open, inviting your tongue to slide deeper. I bite down on the balled-up lace in my mouth. Even now that I have given in, I am still fighting. I don’t want to come. More so, I don’t want you to make me come. But your succulent mouth and slippery tongue are doing everything right to get me there.

I sit as still as I can with my eyes shut, my pleasure heightening with every lick. Any sudden movement from my hips will make me explode. Still, I fight it. My breathing is heavy. I can feel my heartbeat rising to my throat. Then, you shove three fingers inside me, the sudden pressing making my stomach flex. I am done for! My first instinct is to grab your head and fuck your face until I let out every throb, your lips wrapped tight around my clit. I scream out as I come all over your face. I collapse back, panting heavily. I spit my panties out as you straddle my waist.

I push you off me. I grab some duct tape and a vibrator from my drawer. I strap it to your pussy and wind the tape tightly around. I tape your wrists to the armrests but leave your legs free to move. Then, I turn the toy on, pour myself another glass of wine, and leave you there. Your moans reverberate throughout the house. I am now upstairs, smiling…waiting.

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An erotic fantasy inspired by Charles Lakante’s “Radio Ghost” starring Paula Shy, and “Introspection” starring Delphine.

This is a continuation from episode four, which was posted on this blog on November 28th 2016. The story so far: Paula feels a presence in the house with her, hungry to seduce her. Its touch becomes tangible as it guides her to masturbate, tormenting her with the loss of control until it finally allows her to orgasm. Paula is approached by a beautiful blonde, Delphine; Paula uses Delphine roughly, but the mysterious presence is angered by the way Paula has taken control, and restrains her. 

The story continues…

The ropes held Paula firmly immobilized, her hand pressed up between Delphine’s legs. She could feel Delphine’s hole throb and her pussy juices spreading over her fingers continually like a leaking hose, as she caressed the tip of her rock hard clitoris.

The hunger of the mysterious presence was once again devouring Paula – tasting her frustration, lapping up her desire for Delphine, learning what Paula craved to do to her. It loved watching them; observing and admiring Paula in all her perfection struggling to unleash her own wild lust. It wanted her to understand that as much as Delphine was Paula’s toy, Paula belonged to it!

Now she was at its mercy once again; at the mercy of its infinite lust and predatory hunger. Paula’s pussy was dripping creamy juices uncontrollably just as Delphine’s musk stained her hand.

More ropes fell from the ceiling, twitching sporadically as if an invisible will was carefully preparing them. They wrapped themselves firmly around Delphine’s wrists, then gently pulled her arms up over her head and out wide like an angel’s wings. Two more ropes crawled like snakes across the floor, wrapping tight around Delphine’s ankles and pulling her legs apart, holding her thighs open – her pussy perfectly accessible.

Watching the ropes expose Delphine’s body in such a vulnerable way drove Paula crazy. Her pussy ached with frustration. Her thighs tensed and trembled as her pussy hole throbbed, begging to get fucked hard. But that wasn’t what it had in mind for her and she knew it.

Suddenly Paula’s body came under its command. It pushed her face towards Delphine’s armpit, pulling her hips back, forcing her ass up. She could smell the heat of Delphine’s sexual excitement rising from her soft skin. Paula knew its gaze was upon her, fixated on her exposed asshole.

The air around them stirred in a lust drenched dance, a million eyes focused on their bodies; but that wasn’t all. Suddenly it grabbed Paula’s ass cheeks, opening and spreading them wide, revealing her sweet and juicy asshole. Something pressed against her ring with a firm determination, pressing again, and harder each time. Paula’s asshole resisted the pressure, but although it wasn’t terribly strong, it was incredibly persistent. It slowly eased its way inside her ass.

The amazing sensation of getting her ass penetrated and violated drove Paula crazy like never before. Whatever that thing was, it was now inside her ass and fucking her slowly, going deeper and deeper with each stroke. Paula’s ass wasn’t resisting anymore, it was completely open, filled and utterly pleasured!

It was the size of a long middle finger. Very, very long. Paula could feel it driving deeper into her, stopping short before completely vanishing inside of her. Her asshole gaped open. It was inside her, controlling her body, tasting and devouring her own pleasure, making her feel its hunger.

Was this a lesson? A reward? Or a punishment?

Paula could feel herself on the brink of a huge orgasm. Having her ass fucked drove her lust out of control, but somehow it was preventing her from cumming, holding her at bay. She was allowed to have pleasure, but she wasn’t allowed to cum!

That same mysterious, invisible force that penetrated her ass was pushing Paula’s lust beyond the edge, ready to be unleashed furiously on Delphine for its own pleasure. Paula couldn’t stop herself from sticking her tongue right under Delphine’s salty armpit to lick it hard, passing her tongue over Delphine’s sexy skin, tasting her gorgeous, angelic, aphrodisiac flavor. Each lick sent intense chills of pleasure through Delphine’s body, from her head to her toes, making her squirm and quiver.

Paula’s ass was getting fucked over and over by that invisible long finger; a slow and perfectly paced thrust. It was driving her wild.

Paula could feel Delphine reaching the brink of orgasm, her pussy dripping like a waterfall. Paula knew she couldn’t satisfy her own hunger and lust, not this time at least, for the punishment could be terrible for her. She was at its complete mercy, with her ass fucked and filled, sharing her pleasure and playing for its amusement. She was scared of what could happen if she lost control of herself; and this was making her incredibly excited!

Another warm shiver of sexual excitement washed down Paula’s spine. Delphine was ready for more. Paula’s hand suddenly moved by itself, her index and middle fingers slowly pushing between Delphine’s meaty labia, crossing the edge of her luscious, throbbing hole to fuck deeper and deeper until they reached her pulsing G-spot.

Paula finger fucked Delphine’s pussy hard, her hand acting on its own, fulfilling its desires and obeying its will. Her fingers arched, dipping in and out of Delphine’s pussy fast and deep, but in such a way that the fingertips never left the G-spot, massaging it constantly with a sustained rhythm.

Delphine was trembling and convulsing uncontrollably, her perfect body being stimulated by Paula’s tongue in her armpit and the fingers inside her pussy. The pleasure was so intense that Delphine was teetering on the edge of a huge orgasmic explosion. Paula felt Delphine’s pussy tighten around her fingers. Clear pussy juice dripped down her thighs.

Delphine was almost there.

Suddenly, Paula’s fingers stopped moving. Again, her body moved without her control, making her drop to her knees, her face in front of Delphine’s dripping sex. She was held there while the presence studied them both at leisure. It wanted her to dive into that ocean, but it wanted to let her feel who was in control first. Paula was learning this lesson the hard way, with no permission to cum at all.

Paula’s face lifted to Delphine’s navel, her fingers still pressed against Delphine’s G-spot. She moved forward, sticking her tongue right inside Delphine’s navel, to fuck it like a pussy! Delphine’s whole body began to convulse as she moaned loudly, almost screaming. Her thighs trembled; she was clearly incapable of holding back any more...

To be continued…

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As 2016 draws to a close, it’s the perfect time to reflect on the movies that floated your boat – and discover which kinks you’d like to see explored further in 2017. The Life Erotic took a walk on the wild side throughout the year, trying out some naughty fun of various flavors with exciting and arousing results. If you have a favored fetish or edgy turn-on, chances are you found it here!

So I’d love to know, what did you particularly enjoy seeing in 2016? Here are a few of my personal top picks to jog your memory…

Toys: sexy superstar Lorena B went kinkier than we’ve ever seen her before in “Jewels” with a butt plug and labia clamp. Bad girl Areana Fox improvised with a bottle in her tight pussy and tighter ass in “Champagne 2;” and Kira Zen took it to another level with her vibrating wand in “Orgasm Obsession.”

Peeing: you asked for more, TLE listened! Wet play took a decidedly kinky turn with Mina K in “My Reflection” as she squatted to spray over a mirror before indulging in some panty stuffing and intense masturbation; while dirty blonde Adelina White’s fountain of piss in “Pause 2” was a watersport fan’s must-see. Two highlights of a wet and sticky year!

Bondage: so many amazing movies to choose from here! I’d single out Caroline C in “Squirt” – things got very juicy as the ballgag, bound ankles and vibrator pushed this busty brunette over the edge.

Sex games: spanking fun with Laura A and Ultima A in “Domination” and anal play from fetish queen extraordinaire Bree Haze in "Dirty Doctor 2" were both real attention grabbers.

My movie of the year? A tough decision, but it really has to be Emily J in “Scarecrow III.” Emily is sensational in every movie she makes as the compelling muse of maverick auteur Paul Black – the intensity with which she chases her orgasms has to be witnessed to be believed. But seeing her suck and fuck her living-doll sex toy in Black’s darkly comic masterpiece was the pinnacle of perfection. It also brought the year full circle for Emily, starting as it did with her giving a shockingly raw and visceral blowjob to an unnamed john in “Whore 2.”

So how about you? What did you like, and what do you want to see at TLE in 2017?

An erotic fantasy inspired by Charles Lakante’s “Radio Ghost” starring Paula Shy, and “Introspection” starring Delphine.

This is a continuation from episode three, which was posted on this blog on November 14th 2016. The story so far: Paula feels a presence in the house with her, hungry to seduce her. Its touch becomes tangible as it guides her to masturbate, tormenting her with the loss of control until it finally allows her to orgasm. Paula hears footsteps approaching.

The story continues…

A beautiful blonde, angelic looking girl was standing right in front of Paula.

‘They call her Delphine!’ Paula said to herself. ‘How do I know that?’

Delphine was wearing nothing but a sexy black thong, almost transparent, that revealed more than it concealed. A red ball gag held between her teeth meant she was unable to speak.

The sight of this beautiful angel drove Paula’s flames of desire higher. Delphine’s perfect breasts were screaming out to Paula’s tongue, begging to be licked and sucked. Her luscious body cried out for attention – but was Paula even allowed to touch her?

The mysterious presence was observing both Paula and Delphine from all sides, and its desire and hunger were twice as palpable. Paula was scared even to caress Delphine’s skin, but she was literally aching to, her longing becoming overwhelming.

She is yours, as you are mine…

An unexpected gust of warm air blew across Paula’s erect clit, sending shivers of pleasure coursing up her spine, making her beautiful thighs tremble. Was this the permission she had been waiting for?

Paula could sense the presence’s approval of her kinky desires, but there was something more. Paula was aching with the desire to get much closer to Delphine’s perfect body and do incredibly dirty things to her. It knew what Paula wanted, and it wanted to watch every single detail.

Without waiting a second longer, Paula’s craving hands snaked toward Delphine, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her close. Paula could feel Delphine’s silky skin pressing against her own naked, excited body. She could feel Delphine’s nipples getting stiffer against her own. She could feel Delphine’s gagged mouth drooling onto her neck as she kissed and licked her sweetly. She could feel that sexy thong rubbing against her own mound, a flimsy barrier between their pussies where a burning sexual heat was building. The presence was right there basking in that warmth and admiring the view from down below as well.

Delphine’s subtle moans of pleasure betrayed how aroused she was, yet she had not moved a muscle since Paula had laid eyes on her, accepting everything Paula did to her with total submission. The more Paula licked Delphine’s neck and chest, the more her passion grew. Enjoying the show from much closer now, with its desire and hunger growing, Paula could sense the presence demanding more.

In a fever of excitement, Delphine’s left thigh slipped between Paula’s legs, rubbing against her drooling pussy, making her hard clit pop out from between her labia like a nail. A wet trail of Paula’s sticky juices glazed Delphine’s upper thigh, lubricating it. The amazing feeling of her warm, toned thigh stripped Paula of the last vestiges of her control.

Possessed by a wave of unstoppable lust, Paula grabbed Delphine’s hips and pulled her even closer, grinding her pussy on Delphine’s thigh. Paula’s hand shot to Delphine’s breast, squeezing the soft round flesh, tickling her hard nipple, while her other hand went to Delphine’s perfect ass, grabbing at her ass cheek, using her palm to pull the submissive woman to her. Paula’s mouth was all over Delphine’s lips, sucking on the saliva soaked ball gag, licking her mouth in a frenzy of uncontrolled lust.

Having this incredible living sex toy at her mercy was an erotic dream for Paula; her pussy was dripping juices, rivers of slick cream leaking onto Delphine’s thigh. Paula began to push her tongue between Delphine’s lower lip and the ball gag, trying to force it into the gagged beauty’s mouth. Frustrated, she bit Delphine’s lower lip and spanked her ass hard, grabbing the stinging buttocks and digging her nails in.

Paula’s tongue found its way around the side of Delphine’s gag, and she wedged it in, spanking her harder and harder, her moans of desire filling the room. Delphine’s softer moans could barely be heard from behind her gag, her mouth so full of the hard plastic ball and Paula’s soft, probing tongue. Her pussy began to drip juices as well, forming a puddle where it mixed with Paula’s cream on her thigh.

Drooling, kissing, sucking and spanking, Paula was totally wild. She was unconsciously rubbing her pussy faster and faster on Delphine’s wet thigh. The feeling of total control over a living sex toy had woken a hidden side of Paula, a deeper aspect to her personality that she had never been aware of. Another Paula, darker and kinkier, had emerged – one that wanted to dominate, control, penetrate and play roughly with her new toy.

‘So this is how it feels. Is she me?’

This almost unbearable storm of pleasure and lust was in total control of Paula. And the presence was loving it! It watched and admired Paula as she devoured Delphine’s perfect body with a deeper desire than its own. Paula’s sexual hunger for Delphine was infinite; she demanded more and expected to get it!

After one last powerful spank, Paula gazed into Delphine’s eyes and removed the ball gag. Flecks of warm drool covered Delphine’s angelic face. Those crystal eyes looked at Paula in such a way that she couldn’t resist.

Dropping the drool covered ball gag to the floor, Paula brought her hand up between her own legs, covering her fingers and palm with her pussy juices. Her fingertips slid between her labia and inside her hole, covered in wetness. She brought her hand up to Delphine’s mouth, smearing the liquid over her cheeks and lips.

Delphine’s face was shiny with drool and pussy juice, each stroke of Paula’s hand driving her flames of passion higher. Paula began to lick the wetness from Delphine’s face, pushing her tongue inside Delphine’s mouth, making her suck on it like it was a cock that she craved.

In the heat of her lust, Paula could also feel the presence yearning for more. An invisible force pulled Delphine’s thong down, leaving her completely naked, her wet pussy available. As soon as Delphine’s thong touched the floor, it exploded into a shower of wet drops that sprayed Paula and Delphine, wetting their naked skin.

As she stared her new toy in the eyes, Paula’s hand felt its way down Delphine’s body to her pussy. Keeping a close watch on Delphine’s face for her reaction, Paula ran her fingertips across Delphine’s throbbing clit, sliding her fingers between her lips and dipping them easily into her wet, open hole. Paula traced circles around Delphine’s hole, careful not to touch her clit, making her quiver and almost beg to get fucked.

Delphine was already on the verge of losing control, moaning and trembling, a look of intense pleasure on her face. Paula could feel her pussy dripping juices, her clit pulsing and her hole convulsing – the urge to get fucked was compelling.

Paula loved being in control of Delphine. She knew she could do anything she wanted to her without resistance. She wanted her to feel the sexual pleasure her body was craving, but not before she satisfied her own sexual hunger.

Right at that moment, a cold gust of air wrapped around the girls. Paula knew the presence was angry. Suddenly, a rope appeared out of nowhere, wrapping tight around Paula’s ankles, wrists and neck. It tugged her away from Delphine’s quivering, luscious body just enough to prevent her from rubbing her pussy on Delphine’s thigh.

Paula was taking too much control. She was disobeying the presence by putting her own lust first.

To be continued…

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We’re so excited to announce that The Life Erotic is on the finalist nominees list for the Adult Site of the Year – Erotic award at the 2017 XBIZ Awards.

We pride ourselves on pushing sexual boundaries with beautifully daring film and photography here at TLE. We feature gorgeous girls exploring the darker side of pleasure with kinky games, fetish fun and BDSM adventures. We love what we do and we hope you do too, so being nominated for this prestigious accolade means the world to us. XBIZ is the premier authority on adult industry news, so what they don’t know about the entertainment world isn’t worth knowing!

The XBIZ Awards show will take place in Las Vegas on January 12, 2017. Wish us luck!

I have a thing for pantyhose. I love feeling them stretched tight against my pussy when I’m not wearing any panties. I like to stand in front of the mirror, admiring myself in a short dress, flashing my nylon-covered crotch, then gradually revealing it more and more blatantly. It makes me so wet, imagining a stranger’s eyes on me, seeing how aroused I’m getting as I give him or her an illicit show.

Do other girls get a thrill from doing this? I’m sure they must. That’s why I love the pantyhose photosets and movies on The Life Erotic. It’s a turn on for me when the model starts out with her pussy and ass covered by pantyhose – especially the sheer, flesh-colored ones – and then rips them open to show how juiced-up she is.

When I’m alone, I put on a pair of sheer pantyhose and rub my fingers over my clit. Touching myself through the nylon feels really different to doing it naked. There’s a certain smoothness, but also more friction. It can make me cum almost too quickly, I struggle to hold back and draw out the pleasure. My nails scratch along the seam, which I make sure is positioned right over my clit, easing my hood open a fraction more every time. Pretty soon, my pussy spreads open and my pantyhose are all wet; then I press my fingers as far inside as the fabric will let them go. I don’t care if they tear or hold by then, I’m too far gone.

When it’s warm out, I like to go out wearing a pair of pantyhose and no underwear. Before I’ve even left the house I’m getting wet, and that feeling of my juice spreading out over the crotch of my pantyhose makes me even wetter. I take a walk and look out for other women in pantyhose. When it’s hot, the constraints of my hose and the heat combine and I get a little sweaty, which makes my pantyhose cling even tighter to my legs and ass. I’ll go into town and walk up and down the steps to the public library, hoping someone’s close enough behind me to catch a glimpse of my wetness.

I used to keep my fetish to myself, but now I have become confident enough to share it with my partners. It has led to some very intense encounters that are more adventurous than you would imagine someone like me would ever experience. I think when I’m wearing pantyhose I feel a lot braver and more daring. I am attracted to other women wearing pantyhose. I haven’t had that many partners, it’s not like I’m looking for a relationship with another woman, but it is something that fulfils a need in me. I have hooked up with a few women through a dating website and that’s how I discovered scissoring. There is nothing in the world more arousing than grinding my nylon clad pussy up against another as she runs her hands over my thighs and rubs her stockinged feet over my breasts and face. That is so hot!

My boyfriends discover that if I’m wearing pantyhose they have a green light. I love sitting with my legs crossed as a man’s hands caress my legs, fingers sliding between my thighs to rub my pussy. My most adventurous lover didn’t just use his fingers; he fed on my fetish, getting off on rubbing his cock on my pantyhose. He was a foot taller than me, and would turn me around, lift up my skirt and push his erection inside the waistline of my nylons, bending me over as he peeled them down just enough to enter me. If I kept my legs tight together, his thrusting would grind my clit against the seam of my hosiery; then he would cum fast, pulling out just enough to shoot his spunk all over my pantyhose. When he was done, he would pull them back up over my hips and rub his cock against me while it was still stiff, so his jizz spread all over the soaked pantyhose. I cannot tell you how hard that used to make me cum. My fantasy now is to find a guy daring enough to wear pantyhose for me, and let my rub his stiff cock through the nylon, and grind against it until it’s soaked with my pussy cream and his cum. I masturbate whenever I think about that…

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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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