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The Asylum, Episode Two: Denied

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 one, which was posted on this blog on April 18th 2016. The story so far: Sweet Cat wakes to find herself locked in a room in a derelict building. As her mysterious female captor watches, a strange presence seems to control and penetrate her, teasing her to the point of orgasm before suddenly withdrawing.

The story continues…

Sweet Cat’s mind slowly resurfaced. She still felt the uncontrollable pleasure pushing against her swollen inner labia and struggling to escape from her wide open and creamy pussy hole. Her pussy was dripping and aching for the orgasm that had been denied her, squirming and convulsing. Her consciousness was regaining control but the need for that wet orgasmic explosion was stronger than ever. The frustration was beyond imagination, and as soon as Cat’s trembling body was back under her own control, she wanted to satisfy those urges.

Without even thinking, Cat shoved two fingers inside her juicy pussy, so deep she could cover her whole G-spot with the middle and ring finger to massage it like those mysterious fingers had done so well. She didn’t care about anything else now, as she finger fucked herself hard, feeling intense waves of pleasure thrilling across her body. Her pussy was squelching loudly, spilling out hot juices that dripped onto the dirty floor. It was wild and she felt no inhibition; all she could think about was the epic orgasm she needed to release.

She was fucking herself harder and harder, stroking her G-spot so fast that each touch sent shocks to her whole body, bouncing in a pure earthquake of lust. Saliva drooled down onto her breasts, circling her hard rock nipples. She stroked her breasts with her left hand, moisturizing her bouncing tits with her saliva as her pussy, ass and thighs were drenched in her pussy juices.

It was there, it was right there… but still, nothing!

She could feel herself on the verge of losing that intense balance between the growing pleasure and the beautiful free fall that anticipates the orgasm. The pleasure was growing, she could feel herself falling over the edge... but infinitely, never reaching the ocean of pure lust she was working for. No matter how hard she fucked herself, she couldn’t come.

Cat was once again clenching and trembling without control, like a flag in a windstorm, but the frustration was holding her suspended in the void. She couldn’t stop fucking herself, her pleasure growing after each stroke, but she couldn’t reach her explosion. She was filling herself with more pleasure, making her frustration grow stronger, just to make her fight back with stronger pleasure.

“I need to come, please let me come!” she moaned, begging over and over, but to no avail.

Trembling with frustration, Cat slid to the floor, her ass in the puddle of her juices, the warmth and smell of her own arousal making her feel as if the need to come was more important than breathing. The thought surfaced in her mind that the mysterious captor had done something to her. Just at that moment, another strange metallic noise broke the silence of the hallway. Cat turned to see the door was open… she could escape.

She stood up, her feet in the sticky puddle and her ass wet with juice, and silently moved through the door and into the hallway. It was so long she couldn’t see the end of it, and the intense daylight made it difficult to focus. There were doors on each side of the hall. On hers, the handwritten note said ‘Sweet Cat,’ while the one opposite said ‘Beata.’

Wondering how many girls were imprisoned there was such a creepy thought that she wanted to get away as quickly as possible. But the silence was broken once again by a moan of pleasure coming from the door right in front of her. Frightened but very curious, Cat approached Beata’s door and peered through the aperture. A beautiful blonde girl with silky white skin was naked on her hands and knees on an iron bed identical to the one in her own room, naked and fucking herself hard with a carrot!

Cat couldn’t believe her eyes. Beata was using the carrot like it was a real cock, pushing it in hard and deep. Her moans of pleasure made Cat uncontrollably horny again, and without even being aware of it, her right hand went back to her dripping pussy, rubbing her throbbing clit, while her left hand caressed her breasts. Her thighs opened to let her fingers slide inside her pussy.

She hoped she could come in unison with Beata. Watching her fuck herself with the carrot was surely the right fuel for the blaze she was ready to unleash. As Cat’s fingers reached the edge of her well-lubricated pussy hole, she felt something else penetrate her slowly, going very deep and hitting her G-spot.

“It’s those fingers again!” she moaned, pure pleasure radiating through her. This time she could feel the mysterious female presence pressing against her sticky body – and she was naked too. Her hard nipples were pushing against Cat’s back as if they would pierce it, toned legs embracing her own. If only Cat could turn around and see her perfect body.

“I’ll call you Alexa.” The thought came spontaneously to Cat’s lust-driven subconscious. Her sexual excitement was way past the point of control, and she squirmed with pleasure as her pussy was finger fucked, with the same rhythm and intensity with which Beata was fucking herself.

“Te dejaré el orgasmo después de que ella tiene un orgasmo… pero hay que rogarme!” Alexa whispered in her ear. Cat couldn’t understand her, but she was overwhelmed by the feeling of the strong fingers on her G-spot, drawing fast circles and fucking her so hard. Her pleasure was ready to explode out of her. Beata’s increasingly loud moans told Cat she was approaching her orgasm, and now the urge to come was unbearable.

“I can’t hold it… please let me come! I want to come now!”

The only response from Alexa was to place a hand over Cat’s mouth, containing her moans, as she fucked her even harder and faster. She was in the infinite loop of free falling pleasure once again, driving her crazy. To make it even more intense, Alexa started kissing and biting her neck, drooling a hot stream of saliva down her spine. It ran down to her ass, where it mixed with the mess of her own juices. Meanwhile Beata was going wild, in the midst of a pleasure storm, as the carrot sent her G-spot into overdrive.

“Ella está teniendo un orgasm,” whispered Alexa. At that moment, Beata’s body shook and spasmed as she climaxed hard.

“Please let me come now! Please! I need it so bad!” Cat’s mind screamed out. She felt the rivulets of juice pour down her thighs as Alexa’s fingers pounded her hard. The sensation of an apocalyptic orgasm pushing to explode out of her was so powerful. She was so close… and then she felt the first tremors.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come so hard!” her mind shrieked. And then Alexa’s fingers suddenly withdrew, just like before, leaving her trembling and clenching uncontrollably, without satisfaction. She was frustrated, drunk with the pleasure that was coursing through her, feeling herself now losing all connection with reality… if it was real at all.

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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Patritcy reveals her turn-ons!

Latvian sweetheart Patritcy is an extremely popular star right across the MetArt Network, and with good reason. It’s not just because she’s very, very cute – although those adorable dimples, perfectly perky breasts, long legs and pert bottom would certainly be enough to make her a star. It has more to do with the irrepressible sense of fun she brings to everything she does, her ready smile and giggly demeanour, and the effervescent energy of her sex scenes.

Here at TLE, Patritcy has made several sensational appearances, including some kinky, bondage-themed shoots and a sizzling girl-girl movie with busty beauty Viola Bailey. Whatever she’s doing, she’s always supremely watchable.

I was lucky enough to spend time with Patritcy on location with our artists Don Caravaggio and Alis Locanta a while back, and I have to say it was an absolute riot. Topless cooking, singing, dancing and lots and lots of laughter, there is never a dull moment when Patritcy is around. Of course I took the opportunity to interview her, and to get the full effect of her devastating charm I’d highly recommend you watch the behind-the-scenes movie on Viv Thomas; but here are a few highlights…

Patritcy, please tell us about yourself.

P: I’m 21, and I’ve been making movies for three years already, from the age of 18. I travel a lot, more for shooting, not for vacations or free time.

What do you like about your appearance?

P: I like to be natural – my hair, my tits, my ass, it’s all natural. I don’t like to have something that’s not real… sometimes I go to the gym, because really I don’t like my body… sometimes it looks fine, and sometimes I’m, “Oh my god, I need to train!”

What made you decide to become a model?

P: All girls would like to be models, but not this kind of modeling, showing their body to everyone! I just remember when I was 16, 17, already I’d been such a bad girl, and I liked to show my body. So when I reached 18 I tried my first shoot, and now it’s been three years already!

What do you like about making movies?

P: I like to make solo movies best, because when I’m alone I can be more open… I like to play, of course, but more with myself. With girls it’s fine, but I like to make solo videos and touch myself and enjoy myself.

Did you have any experience with girls before you started making movies?

P: Yes, one time when I was very young, it was a new feeling. Then when I was maybe 15, I kissed another girl from my school… I don’t know why, but we just tried it, to kiss each other. Kiss kiss kiss, only kisses, not sex.

So you like boys and girls?

P: I prefer boys of course, because I need dick! And I can love them. But with girls, I can only like them… just to be naked and kiss kiss kiss, just for fun but nothing more.

How would you describe your personality?

P: I am so funny, crazy, silly… I am so happy in my life, it’s not because someone makes me happy, it’s just because I enjoy my life.

Have you ever had sex in a public place?

P: No… I did it on the beach, but there were not a lot of people… and apart from that, only in my bed! If I make a video in public, I am happy to show my body, but not to have sex in public.

Do you have a high sex drive?

P: Yes, I like sex a lot, but in real life I have sex only with my boyfriends, so if I have a boyfriend, I have sex; if I have no boyfriend, I have sex with myself! I can’t have sex with friends, just one or two times – it’s not for me. But I like sex a lot, so if I don’t have sex, I play with myself because I like to come… I love to come! It makes my mood better! So when I need it, I do it.

What would be your perfect date?

P: To go somewhere so far from my country, it would be so good to have no people around who know me, and to be together, just my boyfriend and me.

Have you ever tried anything really naughty?

P: I like to be submissive, and when people spank me, I like when it hurts… and a little bit of hair pulling… but not too much!

What kind of men do you like?

P: I prefer them aged about 30 or older, and he needs to be funny, that’s the first thing I want to feel. He doesn’t need to be romantic but he must not be stupid! He needs to think like a man.

What would you like to say to the members?

P: Sometimes I talk with you guys, because some of you follow me on twitter @pie_merry and on my webcam, and I would like to say hi to you and I love you so much, it’s so true, because I know you like me if you watch my movies, and it makes me feel good. I hope you’re feeling good and thank you so much!  

For the full interview, check out Patritcy on Location – it’s available on Pay Per Scene if you’re not a Viv Thomas member.

 

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The Asylum, Episode One: Teased

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

The strong flare of daylight was waking Sweet Cat up. She opened her beautiful crystal eyes slowly, feeling a little dizzy. Around her there was nothing but a deep, unsettling silence, occasionally broken by small drops of water falling somewhere near her.

“Where am I?” Rapidly looking around for answers, Cat found herself to be in an abandoned building. The room was in a totally derelict state: the plaster falling from the walls in places so that broken bricks were visible, the ruined ceiling crumbling onto the dirty, ugly tiled floor. There was a terrible smell of mold and the room was empty, except for the small iron bed in the center where Sweet Cat was lying. She had never been there before.

“What is this place?” Her skin started to prickle and she looked down at herself. She was lying on a rusty bed, on a dirty mattress, covered only by a brown blanket that was making her itch. “Where are my clothes? Why I am naked? Why am I here?”

Questions and more questions; but no answers. Cat couldn’t remember anything before that moment. She could remember her name, everything about herself and her life, but nothing about how she ended up naked in an abandoned and decrepit building. Determined to discover more and hopefully leave that scary place, Cat stood up, holding the itchy brown blanket to cover herself, as being completely naked and exposed in this place was making her feel too vulnerable.

The light of the sun was strong, suggesting it was early morning. It came from a small window near the ceiling, covered by iron bars, which gave Cat the disturbing feeling of being imprisoned. She walked towards the door, the cold floor making intense chills run up her spine. Each step on the dirty floor made her chills stronger, almost as if an invisible hand was vigorously massaging her whole back, starting at her ass and running hard and hungry up to her neck. At first it seemed like just a consequence of the cold, but as she walked the strokes seemed to get stronger and more ambiguous, lingering in a more persistent way on her ass before continuing their ascent of her bare back. It was almost as if someone or something was attempting to penetrate her ass! It made Cat feel she was being observed by some presence she couldn’t bring clearly into focus… and in a subtle way, it was making her sexually excited too.

She reached for the rusted metal door – only to discover there was no handle. She pushed against it insistently, and it gave slightly, the noise of the creaking metal echoing around the room; but she grew increasingly agitated as she realized it was locked. She was trapped!

There were two horizontal slots in the door, one at the level of her eyes, giving her a partial view of the dirty and deserted hallway beyond it. The other was lower, covered by a metal plate.

“Is this for food? Where am I?” Cat murmured. Her pulse was racing; what if she wasn’t alone after all? What if the noise she’d made had attracted someone’s attention? She felt panic rising in her.

“No puedes salir!” whispered a seductive female voice. Almost as if reading Cat’s mind, the answer came: she wasn’t alone. But who was with her? Another prisoner… or someone else? Both possibilities seemed equally alarming. Cat looked through the slot in the door. On the other side of the hallway was another door; on it was tacked a piece of paper with the handwritten name ‘Beata.’ Could that be who was speaking?

“No puedes salir!” whispered the sensual voice once again. Cat couldn’t understand the language, but it seemed the voice was coming from somewhere in the long hallway.

The silence was suddenly broken by the loud noise of scraping metal, followed by another softer sound that grew gradually louder… footsteps. There was someone in the hallway, approaching Cat’s door rapidly. The soft steps suggested their feet were bare. She had the sudden urge to hide. She ducked down onto her knees, her shoulders pressed against the cold wall, the blanket wrapped around her.

The footsteps stopped in front of her door. She saw a shadow through the aperture. There was nothing but silence for a while, making her heart beat even faster, and then there was a metallic clang against the door. A few moments, and the sound came again. It gave Cat an intense thrill, her excitement growing stealthily, sensitive spots tingling. As she held her breath, the metal plate on the lower part of the door opened and a small silver dish slid through and fell to the ground. Gripping the blanket tightly, Cat craned forward to look. The dish held a rotten apple, a thick carrot, and a handwritten note carrying the ambiguous message: ‘Your lunch, my pleasure!’ Disgusted, Cat refused to even touch the dish, the silent presence at the door making her even more unsettled.

Without warning, the intense chills began to stimulate her sensitive body again, lingering and massaging in a very intimate way, taking more time between her round and juicy ass cheeks. Something was slowly penetrating her ass! Despite the shock, it was an exciting sensation. There was still silence from outside the door, but it was there… watching! Cat could now clearly feel something lurking between her legs, slowly but vigorously fucking her ass deeper and deeper. It felt like a finger. Her pussy was getting wet, juice seeping out. The mysterious finger was going deeper, the pace accelerating, fucking her beautiful ass. Pleasure was radiating from that point until it reached every part of her body, making her thoroughly aroused. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy spreading open and dripping, her nipples hardening, and her skin covered in goosebumps. Her confusion was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure relentlessly devouring her body bit by bit.

“I can’t come… it will hear me!” Cat fought to stifle her moans. She was just one step from losing control, but the mysterious presence outside the door couldn’t see her where she was crouched down. As if reading her mind, the fucking became harder and deeper, pressing inside her towards her pussy, making it almost impossible for her to stay silent. Wetness was flowing down her thighs and puddling on the floor between her feet. She tried to hold her breath but her pleasure was becoming uncontrollable. She let the blanket fall, leaving her naked and exposed. Her body was in the embrace of the wildest pleasure she had ever known, not just because her ass was getting fucked so hard and deep, but because she was so vulnerable and she knew the presence was somehow feeding on her excitement.

Her fear was screaming at her to resist, to stay hidden by the wall; but the pleasure was more determined. It was impossible to fight, as the fear was driving her excitement – and as her arousal built, the strange presence began to express its own excitement with rapid and heavy breathing. Cat’s body and mind were both being penetrated by something she could only sense, and like a true predator, it was hungry to consume her.

She was shaking, her long legs starting to clench. She was still resisting in her mind, and she was aware the presence knew this. Suddenly the finger stopped moving, pressing hard inside her to keep her pussy hot and juicy. The loud clang against the door came again, making her nervous and bringing her excitement to an even higher level. The door opened and Cat saw the shadow take form as an elegant female silhouette. She held still against the wall, naked.

Only silence, and that perfect female form staying as still as a statue. It was as if she was sending a message that she was there, watching and in control. Cat pressed against the dirty wall, motionless, the mysterious finger pressing inside her ass. The blanket was near, and she wanted to grab it, to cover her nudity. She wanted to teach the mystery woman a lesson, to deny her enjoyment by covering her beautiful body. She tried to reach out slowly, to grab the blanket, while still keeping herself hidden, but the finger in her ass seemed to be holding her tightly in place. She managed to reach the blanket with her toe, but as she stretched towards it, the finger inside her ass began to arch towards her pussy from the inside. It was so hard and intense, massaging and stroking from within, that Cat lost control, the wave of pleasure making her moan loudly and almost overbalance.

“She saw me!” She pulled back against the wall, as the mysterious figure caught up the blanket and snatched it away. And now something else was happening… something even harder to resist. She could feel something else making its way between her legs, touching her inner thighs where they were wet with her juice, and reaching for her dripping pussy. It felt like fingers, long and feminine, stroking along the side of her clit. Cat felt overwhelmed, ready to beg for the double penetration that seemed inevitable now. The stimulation was giving her intense pleasure – the slow, deep ass fucking and the teasing of her pussy – but she craved more.  

It was an evil game. It was holding her there on the edge, knowing it could give her pleasure like never before, make her explode so hard she could pass out; but Cat knew she was being punished for hiding herself and trying to resist.

“Please… please fuck me!” Cat begged, surrendering completely to her desire. In response, the two fingers teasing at her pussy slid all the way inside, droplets of juice spilling out around them. A river of her cream was running down from her pussy, reaching for the other finger deep in her anus and dripping into the growing puddle on the dirty floor. The fingers hit her G-spot, rubbing hard. The room filled with the intense smell of Cat’s arousal as the fingers in her pussy and ass moved in unison.

Stroke after stroke, juices dripped out, the pure liquid lust making the floor sticky and wetting her toes. The fingers were moving so hard and deep that her body was trembling uncontrollably, her thighs clenching, loud squishy noises echoing around the room.

“I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come really hard! Please… please let me come!” Cat was screaming out her pleasure, feeling herself on the verge of an epic explosion.

“Tú me perteneces…tienes que rogarme!” the sensual voice whispered directly into Cat’s mind. Cat couldn’t understand the words, but she felt the imminent and extreme urge to come. The fucking was getting even harder and wilder, her pussy and thighs soaked.

“Please make me come! Please make me come!” Cat screamed. Hearing the words and feeling her desire, the fingers started to fuck her harder, slamming her G-spot into the middle of a finger-blasting storm, her ass getting pounded just as hard. It was right there; Cat could feel her climax swelling up, ready to make her juices squirt out. She was screaming and moaning, just a tiny step away from her explosion.

But right before giving her that last microscopic stroke to push her over the edge, both fingers in her pussy and the one in her ass pulled out suddenly. A stream of pussy juices poured out after them. Cat trembled with frustration, right on the verge of the epic orgasm she was hoping for, all the pent up pleasure inside her waiting to be released.

The mysterious female in the doorway turned and walked away, disappearing into the dirty hallway.

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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Sima B shares her secrets!

Sima B, also known as Shrima Malati, is not the typical ‘glamor model’ type. The petite Russian pixie is quiet, but not shy; self-contained, but not aloof; sexually confident, but not flirty. She’s a true individual, with an edgy taste in music and fashion, and she projects a sense of knowing exactly who she is. In a word, she’s cool.

I was lucky enough to spend time with Sima while on location in Spain for our sister site SexArt last summer, and I found her fascinating. She’s sexy precisely because she doesn’t try to be sexy, and her physical presence is uninhibited, unstudied and powerfully authentic. It was a great pleasure for me to learn a little more about her…

Sima, please tell us about yourself.

S: I’m 26 and I’m from Russia, St Petersburg. I moved there to study, and I stayed there. When I have free time I like to go for walks, go to the forest sometimes. I meet my friends, that kind of thing.

You seem like a quiet girl off camera, but then when you are shooting a scene you are very different…

S: Yes, exactly!

Is this because you get to express a different side of your personality?

S: Maybe. I love sex! Maybe this is the reason.

Do you like sex equally with girls and guys?

S: Yes, both. I am bisexual.

Did you have experiences with girls before making movies?

S: Not much. Maybe once or twice, maximum. When I’m shooting it’s different… it’s better!

And you also like shooting scenes with guys?

S: Yes! I like DP, actually! I like all positions, but I like missionary best. In DP, I like one guy in front and one guy behind me, holding me up… it’s very quick pleasure, a very cool experience.

What type of guy do you like?

S: It depends on their personality. It’s not a question of their body, it’s something inside.

Where do you like to meet guys?

S: I don’t go to clubs, I only meet guys on shoots. I’ve only been in one serious relationship before, and now I am free! I am a romantic person. I don’t like clubs and noisy places, in my private life I am very boring!

Did you ever have sex in a public place?

S: Yes, on a shoot, between some houses. I also did a naked photoshoot once.

Was it fun?

S: No! If I think about doing a scene with two thousand, three thousand people watching, that’s okay for me, that’s very very cool. But on the street, I feel like I could disturb somebody, I will get in trouble!

 

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Albert Varin – interview with a TLE artist

Although better known as one of our esteemed MetArt artists, Albert Varin is also a regular contributor here at The Life Erotic, with an unerring eye for fresh new talent and female sensuality. Varin loves to tell a visual story with his work, such as the recent black and white photoset “Sweet Reminisce” or the movie “Erotic Inspiration,” starring lovely Ultima A. He enjoys interacting with members and discussing his work, so I thought it would be interesting to learn more about what inspires him…

Albert, where are you from?

AV: My great-grandfather lived in Germany, he was quite a wealthy person and a traveler. He enjoyed hunting and he kept a diary with illustrations. I guess because of his curious nature he came to Russia, where he got married and had eight daughters; one of them was my grandmother. Since then my family has lived in Russia. I was born in Moscow and I travel a lot. I think it’s in my genes from my great-grandfather.

What is your background in photography?

AV: Another passion of mine, aside from traveling, is painting and modern arts and crafts. I love new materials and technologies. One day I discovered digital photography. Before the digital era I shot on film and it didn’t excite me, it was more documentary-style shots. But with digital technology everything was taken to another level and I began to experiment, first with themes, then with color. I had a lot of models who wanted to see themselves outside the frames of their everyday life. Slowly my photographs became more and more erotic, so it happened quite gradually.

How long have you been creating erotic photographs, and what inspired you to start?

AV: During one of my trips to Prague I visited Saudek’s exhibition. I think it was in 2006, and back then I felt like Prague was full of electric erotic impulses. I brought back a lot of albums of erotic photography from that trip, as well as publications from Taschen with daguerreotypes, photos of Playboy models, Helmut Newton’s album, I studied them all.

 Are you influenced by mainstream art, film and photography?

AV: I like elements of cinema in photographs, I like Fellini’s absurd, Tarkovsky’s frames. I also like open eroticism with notes of humor, like we see in Tinto Brass’ work. I was also quite inspired, like many others, by Zalman King’s ‘Wild Orchid.’ As for books, I read constantly, I like Borges, books with a mysterious storyline, philosophical literature. But philosophy, if you read it at night, is also a good sleeping pill. In painting, I love color and expression; in some of my photo shoots with models I have used my own paintings as the background.

You have been shooting for the MetArt Network since 2010; how do you think your work has evolved?

AV: As much as I can judge my own work – in 2010 it was a hobby, but now it grabs me almost completely. I try to capture the feeling of the present moment, immediacy, as if the viewer can reach out and touch the model’s shoulder.

Is there a photoset you are particularly proud of?

AV: It’s hard for me to say. In all honesty, I like all my photosets, especially those that haven’t been published yet.

You have shot many of our new MetArt models in their ‘presenting’ photoset. What makes a good model?

AV: I love working with debutantes. It has a certain drive, it’s like opening a new book of poetry, or coming to a new city, where you’ve never been before. I pay attention to the temperament of the model, her grace, her movements, her sweet face. Her smile is very important for me. A good model has all these qualities. Another important thing is the model’s desire to present herself at her best: her excitement, her mood, her young spirit. This is what, in my opinion, makes the model interesting for the viewer.

Is there a model who inspires you the most?

AV: This is another difficult question. Of course there are models with whom I work very comfortably and we have fun. Not all girls are the same, some are quite chatty, laughing a lot, some are quite dreamy. For example Veselin is very lively and fun and it shows in her pictures, and Sigrid is more shy. But of course I love to work with them both. There are models that have become my friends, such as Subil A, who first posed for me and then decided to continue her career as a model.

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

AV: I plan my shoots, I try to think all the details through. I think that’s what makes the work easy. It doesn’t always turn out as I plan; sometimes shoots get cancelled, sometimes the weather interferes, or accidents happen – that’s life.

How about shooting movies?

AV: Most often I work with debutantes – non-professional models – and working with a video requires a model who has more self-control than for a photo shoot. Moreover, often models get shy in front of the video camera. But I do shoot videos when I meet models who enjoy it.

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

AV: My ambition is to continue being at the top, to bring a lot of exciting new models, and to publish on Errotica Archives. Perhaps I would like to release an album with Taschen or Goliath. I would also like to do a photo exhibition, perhaps with other artists from MetArt, I think it’s an interesting idea.

What do you hope the viewers get from your photos?

AV: I want to give the audience the intimate world that surrounds our favorite models. I am happy if I can convey their beauty, youth and playfulness.

Is there anything else you would like to tell us?

AV: I like that the audience is very large and each participant can look at my work.I always read the comments and I like controversy, I like the fact that my work pleases subscribers. Being popular is a damn good feeling. I particularly pay attention to the negative comments, and I am grateful for reasoning and specifications, because if I know the specific flaws, I can fix them in the future. We live in a big world, in different countries, with different traditions. Love of beauty, passion and inspiration for life – that’s what is understood by all: men and women, in the north and in the south, that’s what unites us. Let’s love, that’s what makes us happy.

 

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Dressed For Sex

Erotic fiction inspired by Alise Z

In my everyday life I’m a quiet, conservative girl. I work in a dull office job, and I think my colleagues would be very surprised to learn about my alter ego. You see, every few months my craving for anonymous, no-strings sex gets too powerful to ignore, and I will go to a fetish party in search of a horny stranger to fulfil my needs.

I am aided and abetted in this by my partner – I’ll call him David here – who loves to buy me slutty outfits for my adventures. He will accompany me to the party, but stay in the background and just observe what is going on. He gets the biggest kick out of watching me pick up my playmate for the night, and then hearing all about it later.

Recently he bought me an outfit more daring than anything I’d worn to a party before. It was a lace bodysuit, with a thong back that left my bottom bare, and cut-out panels over the thighs to create the effect of stockings and garters. My nipples and pussy were clearly visible through the sheer lace, and somehow the effect was to make me look more exposed than if I’d actually been naked!

David drove me to the club where the party night was being held, and took my coat, leaving me in just the bodysuit and my heels. I was shaking slightly with excitement and adrenaline, but I knew a drink would steady my nerves, and before long I had no shortage of admirers offering to buy me one. I chatted to some people – fetish parties are usually very friendly, I guess the skimpy clothing breaks down social barriers – but I wasn’t really interested in idle chatter tonight. I wanted sex.

Then I spotted a couple checking me out. The girl was pretty, with long blonde hair, and she was sitting on her man’s lap, wriggling in a way that left me in no doubt he was rock hard beneath her. They both stared at me, making no effort to disguise their interest. I’ve had a few encounters with women before, but I’ve never had a threeway with a guy and a girl, and I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of trying it for the first time.

I went over to them, acutely aware of the way my big breasts jiggled under the lace as I walked, and they introduced themselves as Tom and Irene. We didn’t waste much time on small talk; Irene asked if she could kiss me, and when I nodded, she pressed her body against mine, sliding one hand down between us to pinch my nipple as our lips met. That sent a shock of arousal coursing through me, and I rocked my hips against hers to increase the contact. With that, an unspoken agreement passed between us and she took my hand and led me to one of the private rooms, Tom following with our drinks. Out of the corner of my eye I saw David watching as we left the main room.

Once we were in private, Tom and Irene had me stand and pose for them so they could walk all around me, admiring my body. They touched me teasingly, stroking my nipples and ass cheeks, cupping my pussy with warm hands, leaning in to kiss me softly, working in tandem to make me increasingly desperate for more contact. I reached out towards Irene, but Tom grabbed my hands and raised them above my head, holding me in place.

“Let us do all the work, princess,” he murmured in my ear, his low voice sending a shiver of lust through me. “We’ll make you feel good, I promise.” Moving behind me, he wrapped one arm around my waist to keep me still, the other stroking my breasts and seeking out my stiff nipples. “Spread your legs,” he ordered me, and I obeyed without question as he held me tighter and I felt his hard cock press against me through his pants.

Now Irene kneeled in front of me, her mouth immediately latching onto my crotch and sucking my hot pussy through the damp lace. The shock of this sudden, intense contact after all the teasing was potent, and my legs shook with the rapid escalation of excitement, but Tom supported me until I regained my balance. Irene lapped at the crotch of the bodysuit until it was saturated, then tugged it aside and ran the tip of her tongue all the way along my bare slit. It felt incredible, my clit throbbing as pleasure rose in me like a hot flush, suffusing my veins. My hips rocked to thrust my pussy harder against her mouth, and she crooked a couple of fingers and slid them inside me, making me gasp as they hooked against my G-spot.

Within a couple of minutes, the sensation of her licking my clit as her fingers penetrated me over and over had overwhelmed me to the point where I could barely stand. Tom swept me up into his arms and carried me over to the bed; Irene moved under me so she was cradling my head in her lap, her thighs soft, the smell of her perfume making me want her. Tom stood at the foot of the bed and for a split second seemed to hesitate, giving Irene a questioning look.

“Yes, go ahead,” Irene said. “I want you to fuck her. I want to see her squirm as your cock fills her up. Make her come, baby.”

Tom smiled at his sweet lover as he unbuckled his pants and let them drop, revealing his rigid cock. I felt a fresh swell of excitement at the thought of having it inside me, my pussy creaming up. Irene took my hands and held them above my head, both of us gazing in fascinated lust as Tom stroked the head of his cock up and down my slit, making it shiny with my juice. My hips bucked, urging him to thrust into me, but he teased me again, making me wait, although I could see from the hunger in his eyes that he wanted it as badly as I did.

At last he powered forward, the fat head of his cock making me moan as it spread my pussy open and drove inside. I felt blissed out as my sensitized slot held him snugly, every nerve in my body seeming to tingle with the stimulation. My senses went into overload as Irene leaned forward over me, her fingers finding my clit and rubbing, sending starbursts of pleasure pulsing through me.

My hands were free now, and I grasped Irene’s hips, pulling her pussy down towards my face. She wasn’t wearing panties under her short skirt, and I felt her jolt as my tongue made contact with her hot core. She sank down further, letting me stroke my tongue over her clit and push it between her lips into her slick hole. Now the three of us were united in our rhythmic chase towards release, Irene’s fingers rubbing all around the cock pounding into me as she rode my mouth.

I broke first, the sweet, tangy taste of Irene’s pussy driving me wild as I clenched and spasmed around Tom’s cock. That sent him over the edge, and I was still shaking in the throes of my orgasm as he plunged in up to the hilt and shot his load deep inside me, pulling out to splash the last couple of spurts over my mound.

Irene tipped forward into a 69, lapping up the warm goo from my sticky skin, and making Tom groan by taking his cock into her mouth to suck it clean. She licked up his load as it trickled out of me, giving me a string of gentler but prolonged orgasms as her tongue found every sensitive spot. When I couldn’t come any more, she sat back to ride my face harder, her moans rising to a crescendo as I drove her crazy. Finally she dismounted and the three of us kissed, sharing the taste of jizz and girl-juice as we stroked and caressed one another.

As David drove me home, I could still taste Irene and Tom on my lips, and feel my wetness seeping out to soak the lining of my coat. David had to pull over and let me jack him off over my lace-covered breasts as I described our threeway to him in graphic detail.

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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Nick Twin: interview with a TLE artist

Filmmaker and photographer Nick Twin is responsible for some of The Life Erotic's most atmospheric, exciting and downright kinky movies of recent years, with a talent for putting beautiful girls such as Solana, Nasty S and Milla in highly arousing situations. He’s partial to using edgy props such as buttplugs and handcuffs without losing the essential sweetness of his models, and also encourages them to experiment with more unusual toys – Etna masturbating with a cigar tube is one particularly memorable example! Here’s a chance to learn more about this interesting artist…

Nick, Where are you from?

NT: I'm from Eastern Europe.

What is your background in photography and film?

NT: Eight years ago I first used a camera and haven’t been parted from it ever since.

How long have you been creating erotic photographs and movies, and what inspired you to start?

NT: Four years. Beautiful ladies always inspire me! I thought about it a lot and I wasn’t sure if I was able to do it. One model really helped me – I can’t recall her professional name, but she’s a MetArt model. She taught me a lot and I’m thankful to her for that. 

Are you influenced by mainstream art and film?

NT: Yes, I try to find inspiration in everything and always look at everything through my ‘working eye.’ Usually when I watch a movie or series, I notice everything: lighting, production, and so on. And I make a note of it! The work of other TLE producers inspires me, especially Paul Black, I really like his work.

You have been shooting for TLE since the end of 2013 – how do you think your style has evolved since then?

NT: I try to work like a good IT company, always updating and modernizing my product. Probably the overall style of my shoots hasn’t changed, but I do slowly modify it. I already know now what my next steps are going to be.

Do you like shooting the more kinky scenarios that TLE is moving towards?

NT: Yes, for sure.



Do you prefer studio or location shoots?

NT: I don’t mind either. It’s not that important to me. Of course it’s more comfortable to shoot in the studio or an apartment, but fresh air is also nice.

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

NT: I don't think so, it’s hard to answer that.

Do you prefer shooting movies or photographs?

NT: Shooting movies. But photography is a basic skill for any filmmaker.

Is there a model that inspires you the most?

NT: Yes, and there are many of them. I can’t tell you their model names... I don’t want them to know!!! But overall, I get inspired when a model is taking the photoshoot seriously and responsibly. And of course she should be enjoying the process.

Do you plan your shoots in great detail, or see how it evolves on the day? Is it influenced by the model’s performance?

NT: I plan my shoots long before they happen. We choose the clothes, props, location, and I have to communicate with the model. It’s important that she understands her role and that the process is seamless. Sometimes models themselves give me ideas, for example the movie “Sex Kitten” starring Solana was her idea.

What are your ambitions for your work with TLE?

NT: I’m an ambitious person, but ambitions are nothing without work. That’s why I focus on my work a lot.

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

NT: There is a belief that an erotic channel is the best channel, because there is no violence or murders, there is no bad news about wars or about the financial crisis. Here everyone loves each other, and enjoys each other’s company and showing their beautiful bodies. What can be better? I hope that all The Life Erotic movies and photo shoots help the viewers to unwind and to enjoy the world of erotica. 

 

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Ice

Erotic fiction inspired by Elizabeth L and Lote

She’s always known how to make me beg. It’s a particular talent she has, to keep her own composure while totally wrecking mine. When I nicknamed her the ‘Ice Queen’ I was only partly joking… and her way of taking sweet revenge for the moniker, which caught on among our whole circle of friends, was to earn the title with the most exquisite torment she’d ever subjected me to.

It turns me on to think about the planning she must have put into it; afterwards I learned some interesting facts. For instance, did you know that if you boil water before freezing it, it stays crystal clear instead of going cloudy? Apparently she used a popsicle mold, and made a few different versions before she was perfectly happy with the result. Of course, I was totally unaware of all this at the time. The first I knew of it was when we were lying on the sofa cuddling on a Sunday afternoon, and she asked if I was in the mood for some “button-pushing.” That’s our private code for our power games, and as soon as I said yes, the anticipation started to put me into my submissive headspace and I sensed her attitude shift from my affectionate and sweet lover to my dominant and controlling mistress. That alone was enough to get my pussy wet; I find surrendering to her commands so exciting.

She led me into the bedroom and pushed me down on the bed, grabbing my hands and holding them above my head so she could restrain me. With practiced movements, she wound the rope around my wrists and lashed them to the headboard, holding me in position. Then she unbuttoned my skirt and pulled off my panties, leaving my body totally exposed to her gaze.

I love our bondage games, and a lot of the thrill lies in not knowing what she has in store for me. Sometimes she will tease me with feathery touches until I’m pleading for more, other times she’ll fuck me hard with a strap-on or leave me for long minutes that seem like hours with a remote-controlled vibrator driving me wild. This time she told me to close my eyes, and of course I obeyed without question. I heard her leave the room and then return after a few moments.

It took all my willpower to stay perfectly still and quiet as I felt something shockingly cold brush against my lips. Instinctively I opened my mouth, and as icy water trickled into my mouth it began to dawn on me what was happening. My mistress slid the ice dildo between my lips and rapidly drew it out again, my tongue following it hungrily, wanting more. But she teased me by pressing it against my nipple instead, the cold making it harden and throb almost painfully.

My hips started to rock involuntarily as she trailed the ice dildo slowly down my torso, making the muscles of my stomach flutter, and then traced agonisingly slow circles around my pussy mound. I was aching with desire by the time she finally touched it against my clit, just for a second, so I barely had time to register the intense, burning cold before she pulled it away.

“What’s your color?” she asked. We use a ‘traffic light’ system in our sex games, and green means ‘Don’t stop.’

“Green!” I gasped. Immediately she pressed the ice dildo against my clit again, leaving it for a little longer this time so that I moaned and tried to push against it, before she broke contact.

“More… please, more!” I moaned. In response she rested the dildo on my smooth mound so the heat of my skin began to melt it and send icy rivulets pouring down over my clit and between my spreading pussy lips. My back arched, my moans becoming more urgent as I tried to chase the source of the sensation. Now she had me exactly where she wanted me, and she knew it.

“What do you want?” she asked, as if the hungry rocking of my hips wasn’t enough to tell her all she needed to know.

“I want it… please… I want it…” I groaned brokenly, struggling to form the words as lust clouded my thoughts.

“So fucking needy,” she hissed, her voice penetrating the fog of my arousal like the point of a needle. “Such a cum-hungry little slut. Say it then, if you want it so badly.” She licked a hot stripe up my neck, nipping my earlobe roughly and sending a thrill of arousal flashing through me.

“Please… please fuck me with it! I need it in my pussy! Please please please just fuck me right now!” I started to moan, the words pouring out in a desperate torrent once they started. Tears of frustrated arousal seeped out from beneath my closed eyelids, as she touched the frozen head of the dildo to the slick opening of my pussy and pulled it away, over and over. Before long I was humping my hips up to chase the dildo on each stroke, tugging against my restraints, the cold making my whole pussy throb. My attention was focused on a single point, able to think of nothing but the need to feel that hard icy shaft part my hot walls.

I was incoherent, out of my mind with my wanton craving, by the time she finally relented and held the ice dildo still against my pussy before sliding the first couple of inches inside me. By now the surface was starting to melt and the freezing water met my hot flesh with a wave of startling sensation, but the core was still solid and felt good… so very good… as it surged inside me. I wanted more – I wanted the whole thing in me right now – but I had to settle for grinding on the end as she held it steady.

“What’s your color, baby?” she asked, softer now.

“Green!” I whimpered. “More… please let me have more!”

“You look so beautiful, baby,” she purred as she slid it out and then back in, deeper this time, making me arch up off the bed. “So needy, so hot, begging to get fucked!” I cried out with the almost unbearable arousal as the ice stretched me open, my whole world shrunk to that single shaft of bright pleasure-pain. We hit a rhythm, her gloved hand twisting and corkscrewing the dildo as she plunged it into me, my hips rocking greedily, way too far gone to care how desperate I must look. The pressure built and built, the need for release irresistible now. And then my thighs clamped tight around her wrist as with a shriek I came, my burning pussy gripping and spasming around the ice, my whole body convulsing.

When I finally relaxed enough for her to slide the dildo out of me, she told me to open my eyes, and gazed into them, checking I was still ‘green.’

“Look at you, so fucked out,” she laughed gently, when she saw that I could hardly even focus through my post-orgasmic haze. But her hot tongue licking the juice and ice-water from my chilled and sensitized pussy soon brought me to my senses, before sending me spiralling off on another less extreme but no less pleasurable trip…

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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Circus

Erotic fiction by Mimi Bordeaux, inspired by Lorelei and Natalia

I walk into the tent expecting to see an array of animals. Instead there stands a tall girl, juggling colored balls. I watch her for a couple of minutes, mesmerized. Then I approach.

“Hello,” I say, a little shy.

“Hi,” she answers, looking at me. “Who are you?”  

“Oh, I’m just passing through.”

She’s still juggling as we speak. She stops. “Want to have a look around?”

I nod, pleased by the offer but wondering what there is to see. Would I bump into a dwarf, see a strongman, a clown? We walk through some bright silk curtains and enter a small room with an antique sofa and a large mirror. I look up, and there are mirrors on the ceiling.

“This is my den,” she says walking past me slowly.

“It's very cosy,” I say.

“Sit down.” She has an accent. French. “Here, let me take your coat.” She takes my brown leather coat off gently. I can feel her breath near my face, my ear. She’s wearing a tank top, and a short skirt that shows off her shapely legs. She sits next to me.

“What’s your name?” she whispers, her face close to mine.

“Mimi,” I answer. She’s staring at me, a smile appearing on her pretty face. Her hair is jet black, shoulder length; her skin, a creamy white.

“I’m Gigi,” she says, placing her hand on my thigh. It creeps up until it’s between my legs. I feel an instant wetness. Suddenly we’re kissing, her lips soft as they press against mine. She stops and looks at me with big brown eyes.

“You’re sweet,” she purrs, kissing my neck and biting my ear. I gasp. I put my arm around her and kiss her, my tongue entering deeply. She responds, fondling my breasts. I kiss her neck and shoulders and slowly lick my way down, lifting off her tank top. She has big, beautiful breasts, and her nipples are erect. I lick and suck them.

She’s moving now, taking my shirt off and undoing my jeans. I lie back on the couch and she sits up on me, takes off her skirt and starts grinding herself on my pussy. I’m so excited, I feel my pussy pulsing and wet. She’s on top of me, fucking me with her pussy. She moves up and down on me, our breasts touching. She gets faster. I grab her hips and bring her closer, so our clits are touching. We’re both on the verge of orgasm. She moves quicker and quicker and soon my head is strained back, my eyes closed tight, shrieking out, immersed in the pleasure.

She screams, and lies down on top of me, panting, breathing heavily near my face. I stroke her hair, she looks at me, and we kiss furiously. Her hand is now between my legs, and she slides two fingers into my dripping pussy. She’s kissing my breasts and fucking me. I cry out as she goes deeper, hitting my G-spot. Then she adds a third finger and my pussy is now exploding around them. She’s fucking me hard and I’m cumming, touching her whole body, her hips, her legs. She’s still on top of me, the weight an extra turn on.

She pushes at my throbbing G-spot, and suddenly I feel something different. There’s an extra fullness in my wet tunnel. I look down and her hand is holding one of the colored juggling balls. She pushes it in gently. Now I have two balls inside me. She pushes at the balls with her fingers, sending waves of desire through me. I’m immersed in this strange yet highly arousing sensation. I’m crazed, moaning and lifting my legs up so she has a full view of my engorged mound. I look at her, then up, viewing myself in the ceiling mirror. It’s coming… I erupt, crying out as a stream of wet pussy juice comes squirting out of me like a fountain.

It keeps coming and Gigi licks at it, sucking on my soaking pussy lips. She starts to lick my clit. I lie back, eyes closed, holding her head there as she licks and nibbles my clit. The balls are still inside me, taunting me. I open my legs wide as more pressure is placed on my throbbing clit. I look up again. I see her face locked between my legs. I keep looking and holding her head as I cum, crying out loud, a jet of cum juice squirting out again as I release my orgasm, soaking the sofa.

Gigi removes the balls one by one and places the green one in my mouth. I suck on it as she lifts herself up over me. She takes it out of my mouth and sits on my face. She’s so wet. I put my hand on my clit and start to lick her sweet lips. Then I tongue her clit, turned on by the taste of her fruity pussy. I place a finger into her ass and she lets out a little scream, writhing on my tongue. Her sweet juices are coming down my chin as I lick and suck her clit.

I put two fingers into her, keeping the one in her ass. I feel the texture of her walls turning velvet and retracting. She grabs my head and presses her whole beautiful wet pussy on my face, moaning and crying out, shaking as she cums fiercely. My hands move up to her soft ass cheeks and stroke her up to her waist.

She lies down next to me and strokes my hair. “So, are you going to join the circus?”

“Definitely,” I answer, as we kiss passionately. Our bodies entwine and we lie on the sofa, still as statues bathed in gold.

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Exposed, Episode Two: Losing Control

Erotic fiction inspired by Nate. Dedicated to Mimi, who requested it so nicely!

This is a continuation from the story ‘Exposed,’ which was posted on this blog on January 27th 2016. The story so far… Nate is at a party with her mistress, dressed in a net bodysuit that leaves her nipples and pussy exposed. She is the only submissive in a roomful of fully dressed dominants, as her mistress blatantly fingers her to an intense orgasm with everyone watching. Her mistress then hands her over to a couple of strangers, the man taking her leash while the girl kneels to lick her soaked pussy.

The story continues…

It’s hard to say what was getting me the most excited – was it the sensation of the girl’s tongue sliding along the groove of my sensitized pussy, lapping my cream from it? Was it knowing that a roomful of horny dominants were observing every tremor that throbbed thorough my body, feeding on me with their voracious eyes, whispering to their companions as my arousal became blindingly obvious? Or was it the eyes of my mistress, burning into me, daring me to succumb to the pleasure that was starting to overwhelm me? She had never shared me before, never let one of her dominant cronies so much as kiss my cheek. It had been made abundantly clear who I belonged to, and I didn’t know what kind of game she was playing now.

I looked at her questioningly, trying to form the words in my head but unable to formulate even the simplest thought as the girl’s tongue surged deeper inside me, pressing against every sensitive spot. My mistress stared back at me, impassive, no clue as to how I should behave passing across her beautiful face. Misreading her intentions, disobeying her in some way, could have the gravest consequences; but I didn’t know the rules.

The pressure between my legs was building as the girl licked me harder and deeper, sliding a couple of fingers into my pussy and crooking them against my G-spot on each inward stroke. Her partner was gripping my leash tightly, eyes roaming from my face to my pussy and back again as I trembled under his girlfriend’s ministrations. He had barely moved, except to rub his free hand over the noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. I imagined him pulling out his hard cock and thrusting it inside me; involuntarily, my eyes darted back to my mistress, fearing that she could somehow hear my thoughts. The heady mix of apprehension and arousal made me shake so hard my legs almost gave way.

“Don’t you dare!” my mistress suddenly snapped, making me jump. “You’ll cum when I say you can, and not before, you little slut!” How well she knew me. Maybe she really could read my mind… that notion both confused and titillated me.

Now, as if goading me to disobey her command, the man moved behind me and wrapped his arms around me, just as my mistress had done earlier. He jammed a couple of fingers against my clit, keeping them still but building up the pressure as his girlfriend stimulated my G-spot. I felt tormented by the powerful sensations, suddenly needing to cum so badly but struggling against the urge, not daring to give in. Tears of frustration sprang into my eyes as I fought to control my breathing, to resist the waves of pleasure surging up inside me.

“Please… please let me cum!” I begged, my voice coming out as a pathetic whimper.

“You’ll cum when I say you can cum,” my mistress reiterated sternly, although I could see from the gleam in her eye that she was turned on by my needy display. I shook, desperate to regain my self-control, hopelessly excited by the physical sensations assaulting my body and the mental thrill of my mistress’ words.

My mistress looked directly at the man, nodding almost imperceptibly as some kind of understanding seemed to pass between them. I felt him fumbling behind me, and suddenly he was tugging at my leash, bending me forward and sliding the head of his cock up and down across my slick entrance. He held my wrists tightly, keeping me in position as his girlfriend guided him inside me; he thrust right in up to the hilt, making me gasp with surprise and pleasure, then started driving into me with a steady, forceful rhythm. The girl slid underneath to lick the juncture where my pussy lips gripped snugly around his shaft, sucking my juices off him at each outward stroke, then lapping at my clit when he plunged back in.

I was shaking and sobbing by now, drunk on the volatile mix of sensations that were engulfing me like a tidal wave. “Please… Please….” I gasped with each breath, unable to form any other words. The need to cum was so intense it blotted out everything else in the room. I had lost all consciousness of my audience, all my attention focused on two points: the cock stretching my pulsing, dripping pussy open, and the face of my mistress, seeming to swim in front of my eyes as my vision blurred. The effort to hold back my orgasm was making every muscle in my body taut, causing every nerve to vibrate and burn.

And then she was in front of me, taking my face in her hands as she said, “Now! Cum for me now!” She rubbed her thumb against my bottom lip, swollen where I’d been biting it, and that was all it took; the man gripped my hips tightly as I came around his driving cock, crying out as spasm after spasm of delirious ecstasy racked my whole frame.

“Good girl,” my mistress said approvingly.    

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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    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

    Now here is my answer (without spoilers of course :-P): the key to “unsolved the mystery” relies into the extremely deep connection between Paula and the presence ;-)
    The way it interacts with both with her perfect body and how it plays with her mind, how it seems to be obsessed with Paula by “dominating” her senses and pleasure, how it rewards her and how it punishes her.. all done for her pleasure and not it’s own.. is it?

    It’s clear that they are deeply connected somehow and I would love to leave you with a small “taste of whats to come” ;-)

    Originally this story was divided into three episodes and so far two have bene published. The third episode is the “last piece of the puzzle”, but not the conclusion of the story!
    Exactly as in your movies: each episode is part of a greater picture, but if you read (or watch) them in a different order you could unveil something new in the story which you missed while reading it in the publishing order :-D

    To be specific about it:
    Episode 1 is Paula alone, episode 2 is Paula with Delphine and episode 3 has Paula in a totally new and extremely intriguing kinky situation I won’t spoil ;-)

    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 ;-) )

    I’m extremely curious to read your comments for the upcoming parts (also because is the most intense of the three and I would love to see a movie like this directed by you :-D) and see your interpretation of this intense experience inspired by your masterpieces :-) (of course if and when you will have the time to read it ;-) )

    Thank you so much again for your amazing words, I really hope my answer “satisfied” your curiosity.. for now :-D

    Thanks a lot for your beautiful words and kind attention to my work :-)

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    beetle 4 days ago

    Yes

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    Rose 4 days ago

    Very sexy atmosphere... and a beautiful girl!

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    robLong 4 days ago

    My god this Paul Black stinks. Emily is such a great looking model but unfortunately all the video of her are done by Paul Black and every one is pure crap. PLEASE, get a good director to do some good video of her.

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    robLong 4 days ago

    What a great looking model. I wish they could find a competent director/cameraman who could shoot a good video of her.

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    robLong 4 days ago

    Garbage masquerading as Art. This is first term, first year, film school stuff and is a perfect example of SFS (Stupid Fuckin Shit). There is never anything good about SFS. All it does is make for bad video. What is so disappointing is that Emily is such a great looking model and there's not one good video of her .

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