Curiosity Didn't Kill the Kitten

May 13, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Dominica in “Very Bad Kitty

When a kitty shows you her fine tail, it’s a sign of trust. For Dominica, there’s also some pride involved. She wants to show off her whole kitten caboodle.

But first, she needs some punishment.

Dominica has been a bad kitty. She got her tongue deep into the saucer of milk that Master left out for her. She can’t be faulted for her cravings. But was it necessary to make such a big fucking mess?

A kitty isn’t naturally submissive. She respects power. So, when Master reaches for the whip, Dominica gets on all fours and plays adorable.

Her black mask doesn’t outshine the green in her eyes, which call out for mercy.

Be gentle. Make it a good pain.

Dominica retreats when the punishment is over. She finds a corner to lick her wounds.

The whip of leather on her skin has left her feeling frisky.

Dominica knows every inch of herself. She’s been over it on too many lazy days. Her body is long. Some places are hard to reach, and she’s ok with that. Her nipples are soft but stiffen to her touch. She puts her paws all over her ass, which still stings with pleasure. The stubble of her blonde pussy hairs makes her fingers tingle.

She licks her fingers slowly to get ready for cleansing. There’s a spot that’s been itching. She lets curiosity lead her.

The fingers are an extension of a kitty’s tongue. They are soft but sturdy and wet with her spit, which is the perfect combination for her delicate folds. She rubs that dirty spot over and over until it’s clean. 

Dominica is knocked on her back by pleasure. She loves everything about herself. The way she smells... and tastes. The flavor on her fingers makes her wonder how anyone couldn’t love pussy.

Curiously didn’t kill the cat. That’s a dog’s tale. It’s meant to keep the feline from roaming freely.

Dominica is true to her nature. Explore away.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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A Big Dick for Babydoll

April 11, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Natasha M and Lara A in “My Dominator

Natasha felt uncomfortable asking an open-ended question she didn’t know the answer to. But Lara’s distance left her with no choice. 

“What is with you right now?” she said. 

Met with silence, Natasha filled in the blanks in her head. She wants space, an open relationship, maybe, or some bullshit like that.

Finally, Lara replied. “I want a big cock.”

“What?” said Natasha. “You’re kidding me?”

“Natasha, would you let me finish?” said Lara. “Not a real cock. A strap-on… I want to fuck you with it.”

“Huh? That’s what’s bugging you? Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Lara leaned over and gave Natasha a kiss on the cheek. “It’s just that I have this vision. It’s a little kinky. And I don’t want you to feel manipulated.”

“Oh, honey, I’ll be your babydoll,” said Natasha, palming Lara on the cheeks and planting a wet kiss on her lips. 

Natasha was regretting her enthusiastic response as she combed through Lara’s goody bag of items to change into. There was no doubt that Lara had pushed Natasha’s boundaries before. The pink highlights in her blonde hair were Lara’s doing. Natasha got kind of judgmental the first time she realized Lara had a tattoo of a flock of birds migrating down her chest. Of course, it didn’t stop her from feasting on her nipples. 

Before she met Lara, Natasha thought vibrators were kinky. The term was being redefined for her some more as she went through the goody bag, starting with a fishnet bodysuit. 

“Crotchless?” said Natasha. “You little tramp.”

Each item she pulled out added to a jumble of anxiety and excitement. A blindfold, a ball gag, leather handcuffs with matching ankle cuffs. Natasha was relieved to get to the last accessory in the bag, until she discovered a collar with a leash. 

Natasha put everything on and nervously stumbled out of the bedroom.

“Over here,” said Lara softly. 

Natasha followed her cuffed hands towards Lara’s voice. She wanted to speak but the reflex from the ball gag pushed the spit out of her mouth, which was gathering around her neck at the collar.

Lara surveyed Natasha with pride, holding a sizable cock strapped over her crotch. She had nothing else on except a simple navy-blue bra. Her brown hair was pulled back into a cute ponytail. 

Having a blindfold on accentuated even the softest whisper for Natasha. “Damn, you are my babydoll,” said Lara.

Natasha was detecting another sound in the room. It was a whooshing noise that started soft but got louder as she approached Lara. When she was at arm’s length, she felt a sharp pain on her fishnet-clad bottom. Leather straps, maybe? 

“Hmmmmmfff,” she protested.

The next flog was gentler, almost pleasurable compared to the first. Lara helped Natasha to her knees by pulling down on the leash. Natasha lifted her hands up and found Lara’s cock. She started to jerk it with her bound hands. 

“That’s it, baby,” said Lara.

After a moment Lara pulled away impatiently and Natasha could hear the creak in the chair as she sat down and dragged Natasha closer. She pulled the ball gag out of Natasha’s mouth. 

“Time to suck my cock,” said Lara. 

Natasha leaned down with her outstretched tongue, pinpointing Lara’s cock with surprising precision. She licked slowly over the head before bobbing down the cock. Lara couldn’t feel the sucking, but there was an intensity to Natasha’s grip around the dildo. Lara saw her desire to please, which was more powerful than the twitch of her tongue.

“Oh, yes baby,” said Lara. 

Lara’s excitement was the encouragement Natasha needed. She sucked the cock like she was expecting a mouthful of cum. By the time Lara’s cock was slick enough to fuck her, Natasha was also soaking with anticipation. 

Lara removed Natasha’s ankle cuffs, which freed her to open her legs wider as she bent over the couch. Lara got behind her and slowly pushed her dick between Natasha’s stretched pussy lips. 

Lara felt exhilarated by the power of thrusting her thighs into the soft cushion of Natasha’s gorgeous ass. Lara grabbed and slapped her fishnet-wrapped cheeks, fucking her with enthusiasm. The leash made the fucking more forceful. Natasha moaned with each slapping thrust. 

If felt like the cock was throbbing inside her. 

The zigs and zags of Natasha’s bodysuit looked like they were sketched onto her beautifully curved body. Lara thought she looked like a work of art, as her hips rocked against her lover.

Lara turned Natasha onto her back on the couch and opened her legs to fuck her missionary style as she fondled her tits. After a while, they went back to the chair for reverse cowgirl. Lara braced her hands under Natasha’s breasts, giving her more balance to move up and down on the upright cock. 

Lara knew how she wanted to finish. She got Natasha back on the couch and came in from behind, pumping Natasha as long as she needed until she came hard.

She pulled out, feeling a strange urge to cum all over her hot girlfriend’s ass. 

She gave Natasha a minute or two before taking the blindfold off. As they were making out Natasha grabbed the big cock, which was slick from her juices. 

“Ok, my turn,” said Natasha.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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Dominica's Kinky Candle Party

March 27, 2019 - by: Donna

Erotic fiction inspired by Dominica in “Infatuation 2

When I invited my oldest friend over for a drink last week, I didn’t think anything would happen. After all, why would it? She’s beautiful and a few years older than me, and while I know she has far more experience than I do, I didn’t think she’d ever use it on me.

Before she came over, I set up candles in my dining room and opened a bottle of wine. It was a gift from a wealthy friend, so I was pretty sure it was going to be delicious. Little did I know that the candles would play as big a role in our evening’s fun.

As we sat talking, my friend told me of her recent exploits. Somehow she manages to date more men than I ever could, and as she spoke of her experiences, I found myself licking my full lips without even realizing it. The more she talked and the more wine I drank, the more excited I became, until I was sure she must be aware of my aroused state.

After what felt like hours, she finally looked me in the eyes, then let her gaze wander over my body as if she were undressing me. I was only wearing a short leather skirt and a sexy little top, and under her gaze, I felt practically naked. When she told me to move to the chair, I was so wet I didn’t know what to do with myself. At first, I hesitated, unsure if I understood what she wanted me to do. But after she made it clear, I got up, my body trembling as I made my way to the chair.

Before I could do anything else, she was behind me, touching my hair and telling me how pretty I looked. She caressed my shoulders and leaned in close before reaching around and placing a leather blindfold over my eyes. Suddenly I couldn’t see anything at all!

As I sat there shivering with nervous excitement, she told me to remove my top. I still couldn’t believe it was happening, and I felt so vulnerable as I slowly peeled it off, revealing my small breasts to the most gorgeous woman I knew. My long blonde hair barely covered them; I’ve never felt so exposed in my entire life.

Sitting there, shaking like it was my first sexual encounter, I felt her approach me again. I could sense her body next to mine, but even then I didn’t realize what she was going to do. As I sat back, tilting my head up, I felt it for the first time: the hot wax dripped from the candle onto my pert breasts, splashing my nipples. The heat was exhilarating and I nearly screamed out at the sensation.

Trembling with excitement, I almost didn’t hear her when she told me to touch myself. Part of me wanted to run, but I took a deep breath and then slowly lifted my tiny skirt. I hadn’t even bothered to put on panties that morning; the thought that my best friend was looking at the smooth, wet lips of my pussy blew my mind.

As she watched, I licked my fingers and then slid them down my body and in between my thighs. When I slipped them inside my pussy, I thought I might cum right then and there. Between the heat of the wax and warmth of her gaze, I was on fire, and I began to rub my swollen pussy for all I was worth.

It felt like hours that I sat there touching myself, unable to see, but feeling her eyes on me. At one point, she told me to lose all of my clothes, and this time I didn’t hesitate as I pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. Lying back, completely naked now, my smooth skin was covered only in hot wax.

I began to touch myself once more. Being watched was exciting, but I needed something to push me over the edge. As I lifted my legs, exposing my shaved pussy and asshole to her gaze, I was practically begging her for it. And when she finally titled the candle over one last time and dripped that hot wax all over me, I started to climax.

I couldn’t hold back as I lay on the chair, my legs open wide and my fingers buried within my pussy. Crying out, I felt my orgasm begin, and there was no holding back. With my friend watching, my naked body hot and sweaty, and my pussy throbbing, I came so loudly I thought I might die of embarrassment.

But the entire time I came, in fact, the whole time I lay touching myself, my oldest friend watched and whispered words of encouragement. With her wine glass in hand, she told me to orgasm for her, and I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard.

So, when she suggested that next week she return, this time with a handsome male friend, all I could do was nod.

And make sure I stocked up on candles.

 

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Sacred Orgasms

March 11, 2019 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Adel Morel, Alice Shea and Michelle H in “Playing Footsies 2

No topic had Adel lost in thought more than the mystery of the orgasm. She was wondering if the rush of an orgasm – similar to the speed of light – actually slowed down time, when she was interrupted by a kick in the shin.

“Earth to Adel,” said Alice.

“It’s time for the wine,” said Michelle. “Scoot, scoot.”

Michelle and Alice were Adel’s back pew friends. The had become close over time, sitting within earshot of each other during prayers. In whispers, they learned they had common confessions, ranging from envy of earthly pleasures like high heels to lusting for kinky indulgences.

Coffee hour always made them restless and bored. “We’re in these cute little dresses,” said Alice. “We can’t just go home.”

Michelle had one more day housesitting for a wealthy couple, and she figured her friends could help her make the most of the high life. She still hadn’t seen half the rooms in the place, but she knew where to find the stereo, streaming her favorite jazz throughout the house.

“You have to see the master suite,” said Michelle.

Their heels echoed as they walked up the marble staircase into a large bedroom. There was a tall table under the TV that could have served as an altar. It was sturdy enough for all of them to sit on. Michelle took her heels off and put on some fishnet socks.

“The missus has some crazy shit in her drawers,” she said. “And she buys everything in bulk!”

Michelle had matching pairs of socks for her girlfriends. Alice took off her shoes and put them on and Adel followed suit. They sat in silence with their fishnets entangled in a game of footsies.

“Who’s going first?” asked Michelle.

“First?” said Adel.

Michelle and Alice laughed at her. “You’re it!” said Alice.

Michelle and Alice got off the table and sprawled out on the bed looking like they were getting ready to watch a show.

“What?” said Adel.

“You’re always telling us that in a holy place we should be naked and without shame,” said Alice.

 “And cumming,” said Michelle.

“So show us!” said Alice.

Adel smiled and let the tension fall out from underneath her shoulders. It made her feel good to be among like-minded friends. Their sinful stares sent a tingling sensation pulsing through her veins, which she tried to follow with open palms that she moved over her body.

Adel lifted her short red dress over her head as she watched her friends’ hands disappear under their dresses.

Adel was beautiful. Her brown hair fell lazily around her elegant face. She was graceful, with a style that harkened back to more traditional times. Her lace bra and panties were see-through over the sensitive pink parts – those rock-hard nipples and her plump pussy. She stretched out her long legs and gave herself a foot rub through the fishnet socks.

“Come on, baby,” said Michelle.

Adel lay back slowly – the table was cold against her shoulders – and slipped off her underwear. She spread her legs wide, showing Michelle and Alice her bush-barren pussy. She wasted no time showing off her glittering nails, which shimmered as she strummed over her wet folds.

“Fuck,” said Adel, clasping at her neck and sucking on a finger.

Alice and Michelle kept their dresses on but they were touching themselves at the same pace through their underwear. It was a mystical experience for Adel. She felt as if their hands were touching her. The sensation of millions of fingers made her feet tense up. The tingling went all the way up her spine and down to her hands.

When she came, Adel swore her soul became material. But whenever she tried to embrace it, it seemed to flee from her. There was no containing it. The only thing she could do was bring it back.

Adel took off her bra, proudly displaying her perky little breasts. She sat up on the edge of the table, lifting up her ass so she could massage it with the dense part of her palm as she masturbated. She wanted to go deeper, loosening her pussy with a finger until… time stopped again. Her soul remerged and enwrapped her.

It took a little while to recover. Her friends were still dressed and slowly playing with themselves.

“Who’s next?” said Adel.

We’re not long to the world. Treat every orgasm like it could be your last.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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The importance of kinky sex

February 25, 2019 - by: Allison Leigh

About the author: Allison Leigh is a pornographer, producer, polyamorist, and professional kinkster. When sexuality is business, business is fun! 

Voyeurism. Bondage. Cuckolding. Feet. Almost everyone has some kind of kink in their sexual wiring. But where do these predilections come from? And how important are they in the grand schematic of our relationships and sex lives? What happens when you ignore your kinks?

While we can’t place a finger on exactly what creates a fetish or kink, evidence points to these feelings stemming from moments in our formative youth that “crystallize” as part of our identities. This means that we’re likely forming our ideas about sex long before sex itself ever comes into play in our lives.

According to a 2016 survey of over 2000 people in the UK, roughly 75 percent of people have a kinky interest. The importance we place on our kinks varies, of course, depending on how much of a role sex plays in our lives. Some kinks may be a soft interest, easy to brush off. Others, however, can become inextricably linked with our sex drive – sometimes so intensely that they become fetishes that our sex life feels incomplete without. Of course, one can have too much of a good thing; but medical science doesn’t consider paraphilia a problem to be dealt with unless these predilections harm others, or are so strong that they are detrimental to a person’s day-to-day life.

Although sometimes these “unusual” drives can become fixations, for most people sexual fulfilment is important to our relationships and our mental wellbeing. Sexual satisfaction has been repeatedly found to greatly impact people’s quality of life. Though it is unclear if the relationship is causative or corollary (or a combination of the two), people who report high sexual satisfaction also report higher satisfaction in their romantic relationships. What better reason is there to get busy?

Our sex drive is a physiological function that co-evolved to meet our psychological needs for security, self-esteem, and connection, and our kinks are a part of that drive. While sex isn’t a need in and of itself (no one dies from lack of sex, no matter what your high school boyfriend tried to tell you) it leads us to feel connected and secure with our partners, increases oxytocin and serotonin levels and decreases testosterone and prefrontal cortex activity. Moreover, people in consensual BDSM relationships were found to have lower levels of the stress hormone cortisol and also reported greater feelings of relationship closeness and intimacy after their sexual play. In short, having a sex life that we’re happy with makes us happy – and happy people live longer, healthier lives.

The fulfilment of your sex drive is intimately linked to your psychological wellbeing, which is fundamentally linked to your physical wellbeing. This means that, if you look at it the right way, fulfilling your kinks is just as important to your mental health as say, hugging your family or petting your dog. Take time to share your interests with your partner, watch an erotic video, or read a sexy story. Of course no one is obligated to share your kinks with you, but exploring them – on your own or with a partner – is a task essential to your quality of life.

This post first appeared on MyErotica.com

 

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Borresen, K. (2018, July 26). The Difference Between A Fetish And Kink, According To Sex Experts. https://www.huffingtonpost.co.uk/entry/difference-between-fetish-and-kink_us_5b58a59ae4b0b15aba94749b

Emery, L. R. (2018, April 25). This Is The Most Popular Fetish In The UK. https://www.bustle.com/articles/190171-how-many-people-have-a-sexual-fetish-its-more-common-than-you-think-but-its-still

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Wide Open

December 04, 2018 - by: Peter

Erotic fiction inspired by Liz Rainbow in “Big Black Cock 2

My girl Liz will do anything I ask her to, especially when it involves her pussy. The bigger they are, the harder she cums, that’s the way it is with her. If it stretches her wide, her smile grows wider.

You can put anything in front of her and she’ll try to fuck it. I have watched her fuck bottles, vegetables, friends and strangers. All I have to do is bring her something or someone and tell her to do her worst and she’ll be all over it.

I bought her something very special the other day, a monstrous black rubber dildo. It was so big it was thicker than her forearm, and longer too. I sent her a message on the way home, telling her to make herself ready because she was in for a treat.

When I got home, there she was, on the couch in a PVC skirt, no panties, and a strappy matching bra. The look of expectation and excitement on her face was priceless. And that was before I’d even taken the cock out.

Damn, but did she squeal when she saw it. I took it out of the bag nice and slow, inch by inch, watching her eyes grow wider until I slammed it down on the coffee table, the rubber sucker attaching it firmly to the top.

Liz purred like a cat and crawled around in front of it, testing it out with her mouth. It was so big she couldn’t get more than the tip between her lips, although she tried her hardest to swallow more. But this didn’t dampen her spirits, it just made her wet between the legs.

She stopped trying to suck it and looked up at me, her eyes sparkling with naughtiness, then stood up and lifted her skirt. Her eyes never left mine as she rubbed her slit, pulling strings of her cream over her clit and up to her mouth, tasting her own ooze.

Then she slowly turned around, keeping her skirt up for me, revealing her fine ass, and lowered her hips down to the cock. With one hand, she reached down to steady the rubber phallus and press it to her pussy. She took the tip between her pussy lips easily, letting go of the long, dark shaft and sliding her body down its length.

I watched her throw her head back, heard the gasp slip from her mouth, and sat down to enjoy the show. Liz didn’t hold back. No nice and easy for this horny slut. She fucked that monster with a hunger she reserved only for the biggest of dicks, thrusting herself down on it, forcing it deep inside her pussy. She pumped herself up and down like a jackhammer, in love with the way it filled her and opened her up.

Then she slowed right down, pushing and pushing, taking every inch, as much as she could handle. Eventually it could go no further, and she wasn’t even halfway along it.

She stood up and plucked it from the table, waved it at me to make it wobble, then sashayed off to the bedroom. I followed, walking in to see her kneeling on the bed, two hands around her ass, gripping it tight while she forced the dildo up her pussy from behind, her moans growing in volume.

That was one hell of a horny sight. I was tempted to pull my own cock out and jerk off onto her asshole, but while I was thinking about it, she rolled over onto her back. Using her elbows to pin her knees back, Liz used one hand to pump the enormous black dildo in and out of her pussy and the other to grope her clit.

Her pussy was stretched as wide as I had ever seen it, each pump in and out rolling her lips back and forth, and I watched transfixed as she fucked herself to a wet, loud orgasm and then just lay there with the big black cock stuck inside her pussy. She didn’t move until it had slid all the way out of her, and that was a long time later, let me tell you.

I’ve since hidden the dildo in the house, with Liz begging me to tell her where it is. I’m not going to tell her until she’s drained my balls at least another three times, but I don’t hear her complaining about that.

 

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Playing With My Food

November 26, 2018 - by: Marie

Erotic fiction inspired by Lola Ash in “How It’s Done 2

I am a kinky girl, no doubt about it. I get off on being freaky, doing things that most other girls would never dare to do and few would even imagine. And I absolutely love to act on impulse – you never know where it might lead you.

Like when I got the urge to go out into the woods with a zucchini I had just bought. It was long, and thicker at one end than the other – damn, it was almost like it had asked me to fuck myself with it!

Sure I could have stayed at home and rode that thing in privacy, but where’s the fun in that?

I went for a walk. Just me, my panties and my new-found friend. My friend didn’t let me get too far along a wet sand road before I heard it calling to me. So I sat down in the dirt and felt its heft. The weight and thickness of it pleased me.

If it was a cock, I would have sucked on it right then, sat in front of it and licked it. So that’s what I did, I licked it and kissed it, even though it was too big to get inside my mouth, a real monster. I got excited thinking about how much it was going to stretch my pussy.

I lay there in the dirt, my ass and legs covered in gritty sand, rubbing that big, thick, hard thing up against my pussy. I got wet fast. Now I wished I would get caught. How would it be to have a couple of guys drive up the road and find me rubbing my clit with this thing? I would have dropped it and got on my knees, ass up high, ready to suck one of them off while the other fucked me hard and fast, doggy style.

But no horny men showed up, it was just me and my zucchini. The more I rubbed it between my lips, the hotter it got, the harder my clit got, and the wetter my pussy got. I was ready to take it inside my pussy.

Damn, it was thick, so thick. I had to push it all the way inside, really slowly, and it stretched me wide from the very first moment it opened my hole. I pushed it deep, as far as I could take it. The feeling was incredible, so good I forgot where I was entirely. I had never had a dick this big in me, although I had fucked myself with plenty of sex toys before.

I fucked my pussy hard, plunging the zuccini deep. I loved the way it opened my pussy up. It stretched me so wide. I pulled it out and drove it right back up inside me, hard, just the way I like to be fucked.

It was so big I couldn’t fuck myself hard enough with it, not until I turned over and got on my knees. I held it steady and bounced up and down on it, and I came like that almost straight away.

You have no idea just how fucking good that felt, sliding on and off that thick, rigid zucchini, my pussy stretched wider than any cock had ever managed, covered in dirt and sand, right there in the middle of the road.

If any guys had shown up then, they’d just have had to watch, because that zucchini was blowing my mind, my orgasm making me collapse in the dirt and lie there panting, exhausted.

Orgasms like that don’t come along every day, and they sure as hell don’t come along at all if you don’t ever act on impulse.

 

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Charged Orgasm

November 20, 2018 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Mary Lin in “The Appointment 2

Re: Casefile 1507

Dear Dean:

Given the fevered interest in potential ethical violations by the university’s sexual research team, I wanted to brief you on the initial findings of my investigation. While rumors have swirled about various sexual deviancies going on within the research department, I am singularly focused on charges by a whistleblower—not one of the sexologists—that a head researcher took advantage of a female patient, whom I call Patient M.

The complaint alleges that Dr. E abused her authority. The instruments of said complaint were a “sharpened No. 2 pencil” that she used aggressively to prompt the undressing of Patient M, and an electrical device through which she “shocked the patient for her own personal enjoyment.”

There is a fair amount we can glean from the video evidence about Patient M’s state of mind when these allegations occurred. However, to provide additional context I would first like to examine the potential motives of Dr. E and give you a proper understanding of how shock treatment can be used in some circles to improve sexual outcomes.

It’s clear to me from Dr. E’s own personal writings that she is deeply infatuated with Patient M. She secretly calls her “Patient Bunny” and writes about her unlike any other patient. At times, she sounds more like an aspiring writer of pulp erotica than a follower of the Hippocratic oath. This is from an entry the day the alleged incident took place:

Bunny wore her sexy librarian glasses today. It was hard to keep my hand from shaking as I pointed my pencil at her top button and down her lab shirt, motioning her to undress. I could see in her eyes that the little temptress knew how much I loved it. She went painstakingly slowly, making me sweat it out before showing me her luscious breasts. She has the hips of a pin-up model. I waited as long as I could—I am an eager beaver—to instruct her to take her panties off. You can tell Bunny loves her body by the impeccable way she grooms herself. Her wispy blonde hair is always perfect without looking fussed over and she hasn’t a trace of pubic hair covering her gloriously naked love parts.

Perhaps most damning of all is Dr. E’s confession that after completing the session she had “soaked through my thick underwear” and needed to find a quiet room to “unload” and “get my mind right.”

Despite these revelations, I would point out that Dr. E volunteered her personal journal, which we didn’t know existed. More importantly, the video shows no evidence of mistreatment, or even differing treatment, of Patient M versus the others. Her lack of tenderness in her initial inspection of Patient M, wearing rubber gloves, is consistent with other patient interactions. Dr. E always has a pencil in hand to jot down observations on her clipboard. For all her patients, she also uses that pencil to direct them to take off their clothes—she is a conductor, after all.

Despite Patient M’s significant jolting during therapy, the frequency of the electrical impulses Dr. E administered was comparable with other patients. In my inspection of more than 50 different videos, I wasn’t able to find one instance in which it seemed that Dr. E’s motives went beyond helping a patient achieve an orgasm.

Patient M knew full well what she was there to do. She agreed to surprisingly straightforward language in the memorandum of understanding. She was submitting to the “experimental use of shock therapy to reclaim my ability to orgasm.” She accepted that the “experiments were to be conducted fully in the nude, at times with obtrusive objects in my vagina or connected to my body.” She waved her right to sue for any damages resulting from “exposure to electrical shocks that could prove harmful to my health.”

It would be easy to discount shock therapy as some misguided relic of science, akin to using leeches to let blood. While maybe not a common treatment within our commonwealth, the transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation (TENS) device used in the test is FDA approved—you can buy similar devices over the counter. The research team has made a convincing case in respected journals that this therapy is simply an amplification of the same electrical impulses our body uses to tell the nerve endings in the brain that we are taking a hug or giving a kiss. Essentially, the electrical impulses reduce the body’s ability to process the sensation of pain, meaning the body can process pleasure quicker and with greater intensity.

I am convinced that the treatments enabled Patient M to have an orgasm. While this ventures beyond my area of expertise, there was clearly a difference in Patient M’s arousal before and after her treatment. After the treatment, her pussy was visibly wet, even on a grainy video, and her labia puffed out of her body. She looked invigorated in a way that belied the disappointment in her face when she masturbated before the treatment and felt nothing.

Dr. E’s conclusions in her journal are much more scientific:

Post-treatment, I performed non-invasive thermographic analysis when she first started to masturbate, just before her orgasm, during her orgasm, and following her orgasm. The pictorial found a warming of the labia during the plateau phase and a warming of the clit during orgasm. This confirms what we found using the photometer last session, which detected a gradual build-up of blood in the vaginal walls over the four stages of Bunny’s sexual response.

If I may say so, if there was any subjugation that occurred in this session, it was the way Patient M surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure after vigorous masturbation. If there was any harassment, it was the way that Patient M—unprompted—climbed onto the chair on her knees and turned away from Dr. E, “propping up a near perfect ass, but for a bunny tail, into the air”—her words, not mine—as she “slid her fingers through her charged pussy.” It would only be a slight exaggeration to say all of this was unfolding at the tip of Dr. E’s tongue.

Within the sciences, there is a longstanding belief that what is observed is often changed as a result of that observation. But can’t we allow for some change to occur—some inner movement—in the observer as well? It wasn’t so easy for Dr. E:

I bounced my legs in rhythm with the circular motion of her fingers over her squishy pussy, doing whatever I could to satisfy the needs of my burning clit without touching myself. I didn’t know how much longer I could last. She was in such a state of vulnerability—her head back and eyes untethered with her lips pinched under her teeth—that I imagined the many things I could do that she would not resist. She spoke in a siren’s tongue, calling me to rip down my shirt and have her suckle my tits until she came. If her spasms from the orgasm—seemingly stronger than her reaction to the electric shocks—had come any later than they did I might have lost my certification.

I commend Dr. E for maintaining her professionalism in the face of such beautiful temptation. Even a dispassionate scientist—or a lawyer—could be forgiven for seeking to address the needs of a patient searching desperately for pleasure.

I confronted Patient M about these charges on the way to her most recent session. I could see the pain form immediately in her eyes. “Don’t you dare,” she said, and then ran off.

I would gladly continue this investigation. However, the overwhelming body of evidence tells me this would be an indulgent waste of our time. I recommend we shut it down before we bring the university further embarrassment.

 

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Filming My Orgasm

November 13, 2018 - by: Donna

Erotic fiction inspired by Karol Lilien in “Livestreaming 2

I love posting pictures of myself online. I look good and I know it. So do all the guys out there who send me messages. My body turns them on and their messages turn me on.

That’s how I came to make my first video. I was reading all the messages that had come in that day about me, and they were all begging me to do a video for them, telling me how hot I was and how much they wanted to see me in action.

So I set my phone up on a chair and got busy. First, I took off my dress and slipped my bra down from my titties to play with them. I made sure to make them bounce and jiggle, just as my fans had asked me to do. Then I took hold of my sexy little black panties and pulled them tight between my thighs, sliding them between my pussy lips and rubbing them up and down.

I was only going to give them a thrill, show off my big boobs and give them a tease, but before I knew it, I had turned myself on and I couldn’t resist going further. I pulled my panties off and turned around, spreading my ass cheeks apart. There was no going back, then. I pulled my cheeks open and exposed my tight asshole. It felt great. As soon as I felt the cool air on my pucker, I wanted to do everything and capture it all on camera.

So I grabbed my phone and sat down on the chair to get some close ups of my pussy. Sucking my finger like a cock, I filmed myself sending that wet digit down to my shaved slit. My lips were wide open by then, I was all ready for some serious action.

I don’t know how I managed to hold the phone steady, because when I pushed my finger up inside my pussy, my excitement was intense. I started to pump it in and out, imagining it was one of my fans fucking me. I added a second finger, needing to feel my pussy stretched wider.

But at some point, I realized I was going to have to put my phone down if I wanted to carry on, so I put it back on the chair and lay down on the floor. Of course, there was no way it would be able to capture everything I was doing, but I was past caring. I needed to really let loose.

I lay on my back and spread my pussy open with one hand, using the fingers of the other to rub and stroke my clit. Each time I circled it, I could feel an electric sensation throb through me, deep inside.

I fantasized about a guy kneeling between my thighs, rubbing his hard prick against me, teasing my pussy. In my fantasy, he was holding his dick just at the creamy entrance to my pussy then dragging it up over my clit and slapping it on my button. That drove me nuts and I came hard, pinching and stroking my clit, my orgasm shuddering through my entire body.

As soon as I had cooled off, I posted my video. I didn’t even check it first to see what it was like, I just put it online with a kiss. Just like this: XXX.

 

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She Comes In Colors

October 23, 2018 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Liz Rainbow in “Day Starter 2

Liz missed Todd as much as a hangover. His dick – that big cock of his – was another matter. She never thought of herself as that type. But a year with Todd had spoiled her – or maybe it had ruined her. Everyone after Todd felt inconsequential.

Todd and Liz used to fuck in the morning. He was still half asleep when she would get his cock all nice and big in her mouth. He slept on his back so once he was hard she would simply ride his rising cock. Even after he came, he could stay hard for a while, so Liz kept going as long as she needed. There was so much pressure on her insides that she felt like she was delivering an orgasm.

Many mornings now, she felt lonely. She ached for a big cock. On this morning, she walked to the bathroom with a little more bounce in her step.

Liz flipped on the shower and gave the mirror a good stare. There was something unnaturally natural about her. Her toenails and fingernails were painted sky blue. Her hair was dyed a similar color with a mix of purple, like the dying light before dusk. She had a pair of bluish roses tattooed on her stomach, as if they were sprouting from her trimmed lady garden. Her breasts felt puffy in her hands and she rubbed her hardened nipples with her thumbs until her face disappeared in the mirror. She dialed in her favorite radio station – some classic rock – and jumped in the shower.

Have you seen her dressed in blue?

See the sky in front of you

Liz was already glazed from the anticipation of a sleepless night. She washed away the sticky coat on her pussy and then stuck her fingers inside for a fresh batch of natural lube. The water beat against her eyelids as she backed up, reaching behind her until her hand reached a cock suction-cupped to the tiled wall.

It was 12 inches with no ego – the best kind of cock.

She had gone through many months of trial and error before she found Mr. Rainbow – the cock had taken her last name. The cock was unnaturally white, like all the colors of the rainbow fused into one. It wasn’t merely a matter of length and girth, or what size balls she wanted, if any. The texture had to be right. It had to smell like the absence of smell. It needed to taste natural. Needless to say, she had a closet full of lonely dildos.

Liz knew that she wouldn’t get much out of Mr. Rainbow if she didn’t treat it like a partnership. For better or for worse, she had to give pleasure to receive it. She gave it best on her knees. She was relentless, licking, sucking, and gagging her way to being out of breath. And after an unforgettable blowjob, she was ready.

Mr. Rainbow was stuck on the wall at the perfect height for Liz’s perfect bent body. She let Mr. Rainbow in doggy style.

Liz didn’t realize there were so many ways to fuck in the shower. Standing nearly straight up, she took Mr. Rainbow in her hands and curled him up into her pussy with plenty of cock left to slide over. She felt the most leverage when the cock was stuck to the bottom of the tub, where she took a spin cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Attached to the slope in the back of the tub, its upward angle rubbed up against her G-spot as she rocked back and forth on her knees.

Eventually, she found the greatest comfort reclined back in the tub with the showerhead in one hand and Mr. Rainbow in the other. The water splashed on her thirsty tits as she stuck the dildo deeper inside her. When the sensations intensified she aimed the shower over her crotch. Water made the worst lube but the splash against her pussy gave her the courage to ignore the burning friction within. Six inches gave way to nine. At ten inches, Mr. Rainbow’s little nut sack started to thwap against Liz’s engorged honey lips.

She grabbed the dildo with two hands, her moans reaching a higher and higher pitch. One last intense rub of the clit and she relented through her exhaling.

Maybe it was the size that mattered. Or maybe it was just the song that put her in the right frame of mind.

Coming colors in the air

Oh, everywhere

She comes in colors

Liz caressed her breasts, feeling so good she almost forgot it was a Saturday. She plugged the drain of the tub and let the water run over her until the tub was filled to the brim.

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

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