Erotic fiction inspired by Dominica in “Getting it Done”

Are you adventurous? Do you like to try new things, experience new sensations? Are you like me?

I believe in pleasure. I believe that the only true path in life to follow is the one that leads to physical satisfaction. Satisfy my body and my brain will follow. That’s why I seek out new pleasures, pleasures of the flesh, new ways to satisfy my desires.

I have many toys, all kinds of rubber cocks and vibrators, ones for my ass and ones for my pussy, but recently I found something new to enjoy.

I shop online and visit sex shops often, looking for some novel way to pleasure myself, and so when I found an exciting pair of panties on the internet, I ordered them immediately. The panties had no crotch, just a row of pearl beads over my slit. They came in a sweet little box accompanied by a matching bra, and I put them on as soon as I had opened it.

I could feel the beads nestled up against my shaved pussy, cool against the ridges of my labia. A wave of excitement swept through me. I admired myself in my new lingerie in the mirror, and saw how the bead at the front was sitting right beside my clit.

I touched the beads, ran my finger over them slowly, softly, exploring how they worked on my pussy. They moved independently of each other, so I could push one up over my clit and send another back to my juicy entrance. In the mirror I looked so hot. If I met me in a club, I would want to fuck me. If I met myself in a club dressed like this, I would want to watch me fuck myself.

These panties, they were made to fuck myself with. They were made for grinding. I took to my bed, grabbed a pillow and placed it in the center of the sheets. Kneeling over it, I lowered my pussy onto it and experimented with a little thrust. The beads stroked me softly. It felt wonderful, like there was a tongue beneath me, hard, thrusting up, desperate to taste me. Like I was being played with, three fingers pushing their way between my lips.

The beads teased my juice from me, spreading it from one bead to the next until I could feel them lubricate my clit. I pressed down harder against my pillow, the beads spreading my lips wider. I wanted them inside me, wanted to feel them pushing their way into my soaked pussy. I wanted them to stimulate my clit. As I rocked back and forth on my pillow, the beads caught my clit between them; too wet to pinch me, they slipped and slid over me, thrumming my button, making it throb.

I was horny as hell, turned on so powerfully by such a simple thing as a pair of panties. My hand tore at my bra, fingers looking for my nipple to pinch and tweak, body demanding more pleasure.

And I listen to my body’s demands, always. It had decided the beads were not enough, that I should fuck myself with my fingers and thumb.

Rolling onto my back, I pulled the string of beads aside and rubbed my clit, wetting each finger before entering myself. I went knuckle deep, filling myself up with two fingers, my body craving more and more.

The beads continued to slip and slide over my clit as my fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. I lost all control; my pussy was calling the shots. I tore off the panties and sank my fingers deep inside, my palm pressed urgently up against my clit, finger-banging my hole, my hand slapping my clit.

Each slap spread my cream further over my thighs. I was soon slick with pussy juice, eyes squeezed shut as I fucked myself faster and harder, my whole body tense as it readied itself.

When I came, it was like my body had exploded, peeling me backwards, forcing me to thrust my pussy up and my shoulders back, my fingers falling from my hole to grab the sheets around me as I let go my orgasm and cried out in sexual ecstasy.

I took my time recovering, savoring the sweet sensation of the afterglow; then my fingers found my new panties, my juices drying around the beads. I toyed with them in my hand and thought about how much fun they had been. And that’s when I realized that a pair of panties like these weren’t just for home, they could be worn under a nice, tight pair of jeans too…

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Busty beauty Emylia Argan is simply irresistible, a charming brunette with a fun attitude and sumptuous curves. She’s already extremely popular for her hot girl-girl movies on our sister sites SexArt and Viv Thomas, where her enthusiastic pussy-eating makes for highly arousing viewing, so it was great to see her make her debut on The Life Erotic last week in John Chalk’s creative masterpiece “Close Look 2.” Emylia looks lusciously feminine and so very sexy as she uses a magnifying lamp to show off her big natural breasts and unshaven pussy, before fucking herself with a dildo to a supremely satisfying orgasm.

I adore Emylia, having been lucky enough to meet her while on location with director Andrej Lupin for SexArt – as well as being an in-demand model, she also works for his team as a talented photo editor. I’m happy to report that she’s sweet, modest and friendly, as well as gorgeous! Read on to learn more about her…

Emylia, please tell us a bit about yourself.

EA: I am from a small city in the east of the Czech Republic. Now I live in another small city, but in the south. I’m 27 years old. Oh shit, I am oooooold! I love classic music. Sometimes electro swing, house, rock; but I hate disco!

How did you get into nude modeling?

EA: For two years I worked in a strip show and one day, a friend came by to see me and suggested we could have pictures taken together, and I thought, why not? I came to the agency and suddenly I was doing porn! At that time I did not have a boyfriend and this was a new experience. I started making movies in May 2012 and stopped in January 2013, and started again in August 2017. For those three years I worked for SexArt, [for Andrej Lupin and Ariel Piper Fawn’s production team] but doing photo editing, not making movies. I love shooting the comedies [the movie introductions] because it can be really funny, and I love making dramatic, erotic films, this is perfect for me. And sometimes I do look at my own movies!

What do you like best about your appearance?

EA: I don’t know; a lot of people love my smile, so I would have to say that. I am a normal girl, nothing more. I don’t think I have a particularly great figure, but I do go to the gym – to chat to my friends!

How would you describe yourself?

EA: My personality is complicated. I am Taurus and I get along with most people. I am romantic, of course – I am a woman! I love everything about sex. I am sometimes dominant, sometimes submissive.

Are you bisexual?

EA:  Yes I am bisexual, but I prefer men. But my first orgasm with a girl was in my personal life, not on camera. I love Paula Shy, she is my best friend! 

What turns you on?

EA: Kissing. I don’t have a favorite position because I love everything! And I love sex toys, Hitachi is the best! I don’t have a sexual fantasy, I love real sex.

Have you ever had a threesome in your personal life?

EA:  No, never in my normal life. I am selfish!

Is there anything you would like to say to your fans?

EA:  I would like to say that I thank you very much for watching me, and I appreciate all your support. I do not belong among the top beautiful girls in this business and I know it. I will always look for you with my smile, eyes and chemistry. Thank you for believing in me, and I love to read your beautiful comments.

More fun than anyone can handle, gorgeous Talia Mint – already a huge star on our sister sites SexArt and Viv Thomas – made her first appearance on The Life Erotic in fine style this week.

In “bALLOONS 2,” directed by Sandra Shine, naughty Talia shows us two sides of her personality – the side that loves to fool around and the side that loves to masturbate vigorously and will do so with whatever comes to hand. Talia has the ability to switch from fun-loving, frisky feline to seductive vamp in the blink of an eye, a girl who can make you laugh and then make your heart miss a beat with her lust-filled gaze.

I’ve been an avid fan ever since meeting her on location for Viv Thomas a while back – she’s smart, funny, likeable and so very, very sexy with that lovely slender figure and unabashed appetite for orgasms. Read on to learn more about this adorable star…

Talia Mint: I’m 28 years old, born and raised in Ukraine and currently residing in Spain. I did a degree in English teaching and philology [the study of the development of language] when I was still in Ukraine so that’s probably why my English is so good – although I think it could still be better! But I realized while I was still a student that teaching was not going to be my career choice. I got into web and graphic design later on, it was just a hobby at first but soon it became my job. I like mixing things up a little and being a freelancer who only needs a computer and internet access to work lets me do other things in my life like modeling or acting. I enjoy traveling and meeting new people – every other person is a chance for me to see the world from a different perspective. I also like photography and of course being photographed! I have a passion for languages, I only speak three for now but as soon as I have some spare time I’ll start learning French and then maybe something exotic like Arabic or Mandarin. I love design, that’s why I do it for work but I also do it for fun too. I like to try all things new, so my hobbies often change.

We have our favorite things about your appearance (your nipples drive us wild!), but what about you?

TM: I’m generally happy with the way I look. I mean, it could be worse, right?

Do you enjoy making erotic movies?

TM: I enjoy it all! I love traveling, I love beautiful girls, I love sex and being on camera. Every movie is a different fantasy that we get to bring to life, it’s something I probably would have never experienced otherwise. We are very lucky to have an opportunity to do what other people can only dream of. I’m happy I didn’t start when I was too young, I can relax and enjoy it now, take only the jobs I want and work with the companies that I like, because my life doesn’t depend on it.

And is it easy to cum on-screen?

TM: It doesn’t take much to make me orgasm. I find it harder not to at times!

Some people never watch their own movies, how about you?

TM: Yes of course I do! It reminds me of how much fun I had when the movie was being made. Also, it helps me notice things that I could improve, both on camera and in my private life!

What about off camera? When you get home, do you still crave sex? Do you have a high sex drive?

TM: I believe so, yes. I can’t spend an hour without touching myself when I’m home alone and I’ve probably seen more porn movies than any other movies or series in my life! I have a small collection of toys to keep me busy on a rainy day. I’ve had relationships with men and women and both at the same time but I’m not a cheater so when I’m with someone there are no other people in my life unless we’re sharing! I am bisexual. I’ve always been attracted to girls. I kissed a girl for the first time when I was still at school and I enjoyed it. She was saying that it was weird so I had to pretend it was weird for me too but it was actually really nice. I had sex with a girl for the first time when I was 18 and there have been a lot since. I find it easier to have casual sex with a girl rather than a guy. 

Oh really? So, tell us, what’s the best thing about sex with a man and the best thing about sex with a woman?

TM: It’s different. It’s like wearing silk and leather. One is light and soft, the other is rough and heavy, but both are nice to wear. With girls I like to be more active, I think there’s nothing more exciting than giving a woman pleasure. And it’s more relaxed, there’s no rush, more touching and kissing. Girls are small, fragile, creatures and this is our beauty. With guys it’s completely the opposite. It’s nice sometimes to just be a little girl and have a strong man hold you in his arms. 

If we were trying to get you hot under the collar, what would we have to do?

TM: I love accents, especially French, it drives me crazy! I like nice lingerie – transparent panties are the best! I love it when a girl is shy, it’s so hot! And, of course, a nice body is a plus. With guys it’s more about the personality than the looks. Confidence and class are more attractive than muscles or a pretty face. 

What do you fantasize about?

TM: Running away with a beautiful stranger and having sex with her on the balcony of a hotel room watching the sunset.

Describe yourself.

TM: I’m a very open-minded and chilled person, I like to goof around, life is boring without a good laugh. I’m very emotional and that’s why I’m not very good at arguments, I get too excited easily! I want to be the first alien to trick humanity into world peace and bring prosperity to the third world countries and when everyone gets fat and happy I’ll feed them to my people.

Thank you, Talia. Any message for your fans?

TM: Stay awesome, eat your vegetables and keep the compliments coming!

Erotic fiction inspired by Sigy Black in “The Cigarette 2”

My ex loved to watch me smoke, it made him so hard. I think about his big, thick cock often, just about every time I light up.

I put the cigarette up to my lips and I can taste his dick. I light it and inhale and I am reminded of the way he would push his cock between my lips. Sometimes, he liked to wait until I was inhaling and then try to chase the smoke down my throat with his prick.

At home, alone, when I’m in the right mood, I smoke just to turn myself on. Licking my lips, I place a cigarette between them and let it hang there. I am in my underwear, ready to play…

Slowly, I bring my lighter up to my face and ignite the tip. I draw a breath into my mouth and then pluck the cigarette from between my lips and inhale hard, taking it all down deep into my lungs.

I lie back on my bed and exhale, blowing great plumes of smoke out. They sweep down my body, between my breasts, billowing out into the room. As I exhale, I open my mouth wider and wider, memories of my ex’s cock invading the space.

I fantasize about the cocks of other men too. Men I have seen that day, men who have looked at me when I have been smoking, men I know have felt their cock grow inside their pants when they notice the way I draw on a cigarette.

I lie on my bed and I smoke. Each time I lift my cigarette to my lips I imagine it being a different cock. Each cock tastes different. I stroke my pussy through my panties, softly, slowly, gently. I feel it become wet, my juices spreading over my panties like the smoke that spreads through my bedroom.

Beside my bed I have a bottle, I use it for water through the night. It is empty during the day and I use it to play with myself. I lift it to my lips; it is thicker, harder than any cigarette. I have to open my mouth wider to put it between my lips.

It feels good, thick, pressing its way past my teeth onto the bed of my tongue. A cock whose shaft thickens and widens my mouth the further I take it into my throat.  I wet it with my saliva, push my tongue inside it, lick it all over, then slide it down my body.

I take off my panties and bra and lie back naked, the bottle rubbing over my clit. It gets wetter and wetter and I push it inside my little pink hole. It goes deep. It feels so good. I am so wet. I have been thinking about cocks since I began my cigarette and now I am so eager to be fucked.

The bottle’s neck spreads my pussy open further and further, widening my lips as I fuck myself with it, deeper and harder, so good.

I want to feel it stretch me open. It is not wide enough to stretch my pussy any more, but my ass is tight. Taking it out of my pussy, I lick it, taste my own juices on its rim, dream of a cock being pushed into my mouth urgently.

Rolling onto my hips, I take the bottle and push it against my asshole. It does not go in easily. I must push it harder; I think about the stranger with the hard cock, the one watching me smoke today, and I imagine him kneeling over me, sweat trickling down his body, his cock hard, pressed against my asshole. I push the bottle into my ass, it enters me and I gasp. It is thick inside my asshole, and it presses further into me, the neck widening my asshole as it goes further in.

Now I fuck my ass like this, hard, fast and deep. I fall onto my back and lift my feet, lost in my little world of self-satisfaction, my asshole stretched so blissfully. I want more, I want it harder. I take the bottle and put it up on the side table, then I climb up there and squat over it, my back against the wall.

I am no longer thinking about any cock, any man, I am just fucking myself, I am all sensation. I slide down onto the neck of the bottle, it goes all the way into my ass, and I bounce on it, fucking it hard, rubbing my clit, squeezing my nipples, no longer caring about anything but my own orgasm. I cum then, my asshole filled with glass, my clit buzzing, mouth open.

I climb down from the side table and find my cigarettes. Now I light one and lie on the bed, blowing more smoke up into the room, flicking my clit slowly, softly, smearing my juices over it. And I wonder, will this cigarette lead to more play? Or is it nothing more than a post-orgasmic smoke?

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Erotic fiction inspired by Bernie in “My Escape 2”

I have a secret space, a retreat I like to escape to now and then – just me, myself, and my sex toys. It’s nothing special, a small wooden cabin with a few pieces of furniture and a fireplace. It’s very basic, right down to the tub, a simple tin bath too small to do much more than kneel in. It’s just how I like it, a private space where I can treat myself mean and keep myself keen without anyone interrupting me.

I’ve just come back from a night alone at my retreat. I filled the tin bath with hot water, added some bath salts to turn the water red, and used one of my favorite dildos to stir it. Then I sat on a bench beside it and stroked my pussy. I was wearing a fishnet body stocking, one I keep there. I’ve never worn it for anyone else, just for my own private pleasure. It has an open crotch, and it makes me feel so exposed and slutty, with my pussy displayed like that.

I teased my clit and played the tip of the dildo around my lips. I imagined that if I had a man with me, he would be standing over me, his cock in my face, sliding in and out of my mouth. I licked and sucked the toy, picturing myself sucking my imaginary lover’s cock. Somehow I am so much more wanton when I’m on my own; my tongue explored every inch of the dildo eagerly.

I stroked my clit harder and rubbed it between two fingers, silently telling my plastic friend that soon it would be fucking me, and when I was wet enough, I took the dildo from my mouth and pushed it between my pussy lips. Oh, my toy knew exactly how to please me. The thick, bulbous end plowed deep inside me, my pussy lips swallowing it and hugging it tight, opening and closing around it as I worked it in and out. With my other hand I was strumming my clit, and every so often I slid the toy all the way out of my pussy and stroked it over my clit, pressing it firmly against my throbbing flesh, making me gasp.

In my cabin I have all the time in the world for me and just me. I can indulge my body, and enjoy it in any way I wish. Last night, I kneeled in the tub with my feet over the side, mixing my sexual pleasure with a little hint of pain, a game I really enjoy. Sometimes I feel a certain inhibition about revealing my kinky desires to my lovers, so when I’m alone, I feel free to indulge them.

My pussy was getting so wet, and I knew it wasn’t just the water, it was the discomfort and the kinkiness of the situation, imagining how an onlooker would see me. I plunged the dildo back into my pussy, stirring it around, water splashing everywhere as I rode it. The game was even more intense because I could hardly move, my legs bent under me, the walls of the tin bath so rigid and unyielding. The water was cooling, but I slid down into it, my body shocked by the sudden chill, cold water lapping around my overheated skin.

I reached back to the bench to grab my clamps and slowly clipped one over my left nipple, the pain shocking my body further as it closed, pinching my nipple tight. My fingers ran along the chain to the other clamp, and brought it to my right nipple. I was momentarily paralyzed from the pain as I clipped it on, but then I felt good all over, the powerful sensation sending waves of arousal through me. I began to rub my clit again, really fast and hard this time, the throbbing of my nipples between the clamps mirrored by the throbbing of my pussy.

My other hand plunged into the tub and I slid my fingers inside my hole, opening them, inviting cold water into my pussy. Another shock to the system, another kick of pain and pleasure. I was reaching a point of sexual sensory overload.

From the burning cold in my limbs and penetrating my pussy to the maddening throb of my rigid nipples, the sensations were meeting to drive me over the edge. I hooked a thumb into the ring that hung from the chain, pulling the clamps down each time I rubbed at my clit. It sent my body into an orgasmic chain reaction from which there was no escape.

I shuddered and twitched in the tub, my legs shaking hard enough to send waves crashing up my belly. I dug my fingers as deep inside me as I could and pulled on the chain, biting my lip as I came. It felt incredible.

I could barely move afterwards. I unclamped my nipples and threw the chain aside, sitting in the cold tub and feeling my pussy juice seep out and mingle with the bath water.

My cabin is always waiting for me, and I am always thinking about it. I have kept the water in the tub for next time. When I go back, it will be even colder. I’m already horny thinking about the fun I could have in that freezing, dirty sex water…

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Erotic fiction inspired by Aislin and Michelle H in “In Control 2”

Master has promised me to another, he tells me in the morning. He dresses me in a backless leather skirt and fixes a collar and leash around my neck. He orders me to paint my lips red and tie my hair up tight in a bun. When I am ready, he leads me downstairs to the kitchen and hooks my leash over a chair, telling me to face the table.

“I have a guest arriving soon. You will do whatever our guest wishes.”

He spanks me, hard. I understand. I know better than to disobey.

I stand and wait. And I wait. And I wait. I lose track of time. I hear the doorbell ring, and Master opens it. The muffled sounds of voices come to me, a man and a woman, Master and his guest.

I hear them come into the kitchen behind me. They don’t say anything, but I can feel their eyes on me. Then they leave. Their voices carry to me from another room. Footsteps on the stairs. They go up and return a few minutes later.

I hear heels on the flagstones as Master’s guest approaches me. She comes and stands beside me. I turn to look at her. She is dressed in a tight fitting, black PVC dress, the zipper open down to her navel. In her hand she holds a leather riding crop. On her head she wears a black leather mask in the style of a wolf.

Her green eyes stare at me through the holes in her mask. She lifts the crop and beats it against her free hand. She uses it to command me, signalling that I should kneel before her. I do as I am told. Master is not watching, but I know he is in the house. He is aware of us. I must behave.

Mistress circles me, her crop stroking my shoulders, my breasts, my arms. She whips me on my ass, hitting me hard three times. I gasp, a sharp intake of breath, trying to keep quiet as my Master always insists.

Mistress pushes my shoulder with her crop and I go over onto my hands. She whips my ass; her crop knows where to find the most painful area. It swishes past my face and I look up at her. She signals for me to crawl forward.

I am not sure what she wants, so I keep crawling around the kitchen. She moves from me, turning to watch, then signals for me to stop. I kneel, looking up at her.

Mistress runs her hands over her breasts and crotch. Then she motions to me with her crop and nods her head. I look at her. I am confused. Does she want me to touch her? She strikes her hand with her crop again and nods more forcefully at me. I think she wants to watch me.

I kneel on the floor, unsure of myself. Will Master be unhappy if I do wrong? Am I to play with myself for Mistress, or should I go to her and touch her? I decide to play with myself. Mistress would be closer if she wanted me to touch her, I reason. I watch her to see if I am doing right. She seems pleased, though it is hard to tell with only her eyes visible.

Squatting on the floor, the chain leash drapes over my pussy. I look up at Mistress. She wants to watch me, to see me. She wants me to turn her on with my body. I drop my hands to the floor behind me and rub my pussy against the chain, the links sliding up and down my labia, snaring my clit.

I look up at Mistress. She is absentmindedly rubbing the crop against her thigh, her eyes on my pussy. She is pleased. I will go further for her. Lifting one hand from the floor, I stroke my pussy, open it with my fingers, rub at my hole. I watch Mistress; she likes my eye contact, I can tell. I can see her breathing just a little bit harder. 

I make a bold move – one I would not risk with Master, who expects complete obedience – rising from the floor to sit on a seat. Mistress shows no sign of disapproval. I take the leash and wrap the steel chain around my breast, tightening it, making my right tit swell and flush crimson as the blood rushes to the surface. Mistress shifts a little and I know she is pleased.

The leather strap dangles in front of me. I grab it and slap it against my pussy, hitting my clit with it. The sensation shoots electric thrills through me. I am losing control, falling into my own sexual pleasure, something that Master rarely lets me have. I drop my leash and use my hands on my pussy, pressing three fingers inside. I writhe in my seat, forgetting that Mistress is watching me. I want to cum, I want to feel that pleasure. It has been so long since I have had an orgasm.

But I remember myself, remember where I am, and what Master would expect of me. I am here to please Mistress. I stand and bend over the kitchen table, sliding a hand between my thighs, and look over my shoulder. Mistress watches, rubbing the riding crop over her crotch.

Again, I rub at my pussy, push my fingers inside my hole. I aim to excite Mistress but I excite myself more. I thrust my fingers harder. I cum on my hand, shaking on the table, and slither off back to the seat breathing hard.

Mistress looks at me, comes to me, runs her hand over my chin and around my neck, walking around me. She pushes her finger into my mouth for a moment, then takes it from me and turns to leave the room.

I do not see her again, but I wait there, listening. I hear her walk upstairs and return soon after. She speaks to Master in another room. I only hear their muffled voices, then she leaves.

Master comes to find me. He tells me I have done well. I should dress and prepare coffee. He does not speak of it again that day.

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Stunning Czech model Ornella makes her movie debut on The Life Erotic today in John Chalk’s highly arousing “Faux Penis 2,” and this is a girl who certainly knows how to make an impact. Chances are you’ll be mesmerized right from the first glimpse of her; that pretty face, with hypnotic blue eyes and big, juicy, blowjob lips, makes one hell of a first impression. She has a sensational figure too, with perky natural breasts, long legs and a perfect ass.

But 20-year-old Ornella – who has appeared on our sister sites SexArt and Viv Thomas as Morgan Rodriguez – isn’t just gorgeous; she’s a sensual and uninhibited girl who loves to explore her sexuality on screen. Her smile of delight as she slathers lube over a giant black dong is irresistible, and when she eases her shaved pussy down onto it and rides vigorously, it’s a sensational sight.

Enjoy these behind the scenes pics from the shoot, and you can look forward to more appearances from gorgeous Ornella soon!

The summer heat brings out everyone’s kinky side, maybe because we’re all wearing fewer clothes and getting hot under the collar! That may explain why June 2018 has been such a bumper month for exciting and arousing movies here at The Life Erotic.

Director Tora Ness made her TLE movie debut with “My Escape 2,” which featured cute blonde Bernie clamping her nipples and fucking herself with a dildo in the confines of a secret barn retreat. Stunning Sigy Black appeared in two excellent movies; “Black Silky Play 2” shows her stretching her pussy wide around a big, black dildo, while “Deep & Sweet 2” takes it further with an enormous ice dong. Busty blonde Angel Wicky impressed once again in John Chalk’s awesome “Doppelganger 2,” a cool virtual reality themed movie that showcases her sensational figure beautifully. It’s not easy to choose from so much hotness, but here’s my personal and entirely subjective top three movies of the month:

Sexy Merllin is outstanding in Shane Shadow’s “To The Touch” as she fingers her hairy pussy avidly in an atmospheric dungeon room. This is a movie that sounds as hot as it looks, Merllin’s loud moans a real turn-on as she plunges her fingers into her juicy slit. Her pretty face and perfect body are a pleasure to watch as she masturbates, and I defy you not to be stirred by that orgasm!

Gorgeous redhead Michelle H is a favorite around here, whether she’s in front of the camera, or directing as her alter ego Red Fox. In “In Control 2” she does both, appearing in a kinky leather bodysuit and mask, tormenting curvy blonde Aislin with a riding crop. Aislin looks irresistible in heels, a collar and a backless skirt that exposes her fine ass, all the better for Michelle to spank her. Let’s just say things get intense…

But my absolute favorite this month is “Morning Routine 2,” directed by Xanthus, in which sweet brunette Elison G deals with the summer heat by taking a dildo made out of ice to her pussy and fucking herself with it, the ice melting inside her, water trickling out of her overheated slit. And when it’s melted down enough, she sucks the icy cock and then thrusts it inside her asshole. This is one incredibly kinky movie that is sure to give you enough horny ideas to last right through until fall!

So what about you? What were your favorite kinky movies of June 2018?

Flawless alabaster skin, a delicate dusting of freckles, and a look in her vivid green eyes that can knock you sideways, Jia Lissa is everything we love about natural redheads. The flame-haired Russian beauty, who sports a cute little bush to prove she really is all-natural, assures us, “If you spend a night with a redhead, you’ll know…”

A rising star across the entire MetArt Network, 21-year-old Jia has made two movies for The Life Erotic so far, both directed by another sexy redhead, our very own Red Fox. These sensational showstoppers explore Jia’s kinky, adventurous side; in “Leisure” she is bound and gagged, fucking herself with a dildo to an intense orgasm, while “Mirror Seduction” gives us double the pleasure as she strips down to a strappy leather outfit and masturbates to her reflection.

Seeing how confident and uninhibited she is in front of the camera, it’s hard to believe that the bisexual babe began her erotic career so recently. “I just started a few months ago, and I love it so much,” she revealed in a video interview for our sister site Viv Thomas. “A friend told me that they knew a photographer who would be interested in shooting me. So I thought, okay, why not try it? After my first shoot I thought they would never call me back again, but here I am…”

We’re lucky to have her, as Jia’s talents go further than the ones seen on camera: “I just finished music college – I can play not just with my pussy but with other instruments, too! But if you ask me to play my guitar, I’d rather play with my pussy for you, and I’m sure you’d rather watch that than my guitar skills!”

Watching Jia play out her dark erotic desires on camera is an unforgettable experience. “I like to make fantasies come true. I like to try different things, to experiment. I like it to be a bit crazy and wild,” she confesses. And it seems her movies with Red Fox have tapped into her private pleasures. “I like role play, I have handcuffs, I have ropes – I like to play with myself. I can tie myself up… I have many toys. I have a Hitatchi and many butt plugs – oh, and I like spanking!”

An angelic beauty with devilish desires, Jia is indeed the girl of our dreams…

Erotic fiction inspired by Wandy in “Left Alone 2”

I am a slave to my man’s every whim. That’s not a metaphor, a silly complaint to my girlfriends at the coffee shop; it’s a simple statement of fact. I have chosen to live this way. I chose to be a slave, to be at my Master’s beck and call. It is what I was meant for.

My body is his. It belongs to him completely. I am to do with it whatever he wishes. If he wishes me to refrain from touching it when he is not present, then I do not touch it. If he wishes to tie my body up and leave me restrained inside his home while he goes to work, then my body is tied up and trapped, awaiting his return.

This is what my Master wishes. It is how I spend my days. Tied up, suspended, waiting.

It is my Master’s wish that I sit here and write this; that I tell you what I have done, how I have failed him, so that those among you who are also slaves can learn from my misbehavior.

I had been tied up in his den, a rope suspended from the ceiling bound around my wrists, more ropes tied around my vagina, between my labia, and around my waist and breasts. I was to wait for him to come back. He likes to tie me this way, the rope between my labia meant to titillate my pussy.

My Master likes to return home and find me ready this way, wet for him. My pussy should always be ready for him, ready to take whatever insertion he decides is required. But this time, I failed him. After an hour of waiting, the ropes had driven my mind beyond my own control and I succumbed to temptation.

My pussy was so wet; I could not control my lust. I spent time thinking for myself, looking at the riding crop on the table in front of me, imagining how I could use it to stimulate my clitoris and make myself cum.

I wanted to cum. For my pleasure, and my pleasure alone. I was not thinking of my Master at all, only my own desire. This is why I fought to free myself from the binds that held me in place, wrestling with the ropes until I had slipped a hand from them.

Without thinking of the consequences, I lunged for the riding crop and took it to my pussy, using both hands to run it between my lips, pulling the ropes out of the way to rub the leather hard against my clit. I pushed it inside me, wetting the leather, covering it in my pussy juice, fucking myself with it, so eager to cum.

It was not enough. I used my fingers, touching myself, ignoring the rules, forgetting that my Master owns my pussy, owns these hands. Forgetting that I am only ever allowed to do this when he is present and only at his express command.

My mind focused on my pussy, on fingering my hole. I fucked myself with three fingers, stretching myself open, so desperate for the sensation. On my knees, my hand between my thighs, all bonds forgotten, this is how my Master found me.

I did not hear him enter, did not see him. I did not acknowledge his presence. I had forgotten him. Forsaken him. It was not until I felt the riding crop sting my ass that I knew he was with me. I jumped to my feet, my pussy throbbing, my ass stinging, shame and guilt crashing through me like a tsunami.

I am kneeling now. My arms are tied behind my head. I am kneeling over a cock. It is wide, four inches across. I am bound to the floor, I cannot move. I have had this cock inside me for hours.

The pen is between my teeth. My punishment is to write my confession like this. But when I have finished writing, I do not know what my Master will want of this body. I have failed him, and my body is his, to do with as he wishes. I anticipate his reprisal with apprehension… and arousal.

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