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Behind the scenes with MetArt X beauty Eveline

If you enjoyed seeing stunning Eveline stimulate her stiff nipples and soaked pussy with an ice cube in John Chalk’s highly arousing movie “Cool 2” recently, here’s a chance to see the action from behind the scenes.

The 25-year-old Czech brunette shows off her slender, athletic body to full effect as she poses in the luxurious location, refusing to be overshadowed even by the giant chandelier as she enjoys her own sensual touch.

In fact you won’t have eyes for anything else, as Eveline takes the ice cube between her luscious lips, then trails it over her beautiful breasts and down between her thighs, stroking it over the juicy pink folds of her puffy pussy. A girl this hot could melt the polar ice caps, so it’s no surprise that she soon resorts to using her fingers to frig herself to a powerful orgasm.

 

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Delicate Strokes

Erotic fiction inspired by Lucretia K in “Hard to Paint When You’re Bored 2

When Lucretia paints, she likes to wear clothes she can move in. The skirt came from the bottom of her dresser drawer. Salmon pink with a lace overlay embedded with pearl beads, it’s too fancy for painting, but so short it doesn’t restrict her long legs. When she leans over for a closer inspection of her work, the details she reveals underneath give me the tingles. She looks like a fairy painting herself a forest of flowers to call home.

“A fairy, huh,” she says. “Is that a good thing?”

“It’s a magical thing,” I say.

The sun brings out the gold in her light brown hair. A flowery tank top exposes her shoulders, which she smudges with paint from soft touches. The breeze carries the smell of solvents and sends her dress fleeing up her thighs.

She paints with vibrant colors yet still seems uninspired. She’s distracted by the thought of a stroke of a different sort.

“Come, watch me inside,” she says.

Art is a reflection of the artist. Lucretia’s body is the canvas. Her hand is the brush. She’s ready to paint in magical colors.

Her hands clutch her breasts. She reaches down under her skirt—the artist always has to touch and retouch—and wiggles her fingers over the soft spot in her underwear. Her shirt comes off. Her breasts look slightly embellished by her maker for her petite frame.

Lucretia leans back into the corner, floating on her tippy toes as she displaces her lacy panties with four fingers rubbed wet. Her sexy panties look best when they are pulled down around her knees. She bends over, slipping her fingers back and forth. Several disappear inside her and she can’t stop until she needs to take a seat. She continues to thrust her fingers in and out before returning to her clit.

She touches herself like she paints the pistil of a lily. There is precision. It’s all in her fingertips. She strokes her love petals delicately until they burst with life.

A leg dangles over the arm of the chair. Her toes curl and her language is distilled into a mysterious melody. She moans in a rising pitch. Her breathing shortens. Those brown eyes lull me into a sense of stillness.

Paint me a finer picture and I will reveal the secret place where fairies dream.

 

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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Happy Holidays from MetArt X!

Happy Holidays from all of us at MetArt X!

We hope Santa leaves something sexy in your stocking, whether you've been naughty or nice... or even, like our gorgeous models Michelle H and Mia Sollis, a little bit of both. 

Season's Greetings to you all, and thanks for sharing so much fun with us this year. 

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Irresistible new MetArt X model Mariana Tipa

Having just set eyes on your new MetArt X model Mariana Tipa, I can confirm that “Simply” is a great title for her debut, because she is simply perfect, simply adorable, and I am simply lust-struck!

She’s so cute and perky, I can just imagine her as a circus performer in a tight, skimpy costume, suspended above the ground doing some kind of daring act where she spins and twirls in a hoop with her long hair whipping around.

There’s a shot of her lying on her bed on her belly, resting her face on her arms, and she looks so irresistible. Her blue eyes and sweet smile just make my heart melt… while her incredible body makes another part of me do the polar opposite.

Her breasts are the perfect size to fit my hands, with those luscious pink nipples, which look so tempting to suck. Cute as she is, she has that thing where she can switch from sweet to sultry in a heartbeat. When she sits with her legs spread wide, fingers teasing her shaved pussy open, she has such a horny look on her face that there’s no doubting her sexual confidence and horny appetite. If it were possible to actually climb into my computer screen I’d be pulling her close for a long, passionate kiss right now…

So thank you, MetArt X, for discovering this stunning new starlet, and I hope you’ll be featuring her often, because I am totally smitten!

 

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How Lena likes it...

Erotic fiction inspired by Lena Anderson in “Couldn’t Resist

Nobody can resist Lena… not even Lena herself. Even when she’s trying to act casual, chatting to you, scrolling through her phone, she’s given away by those stiff nipples poking through her top, making their presence felt. Lena’s down to fuck, no doubt about it… and she has a very special way of making sure you are, too.

Just watch her as she tugs her top down so those perfectly pert breasts bounce into view. That got your attention, didn’t it? Her nipples are so hard, she must have been thinking about this for ages. So were you, admit it! But it still takes your breath away when she turns onto her knees and flips up her little plaid skirt to show off her incredible ass, cheeks so smooth and firm and round. Her peach lace panties nestle between them, just about covering her pussy.

She checks to make sure you’re watching – of course you’re watching! – as she takes off her top and shimmies out of her skirt, only her panties hiding her nakedness. And then… ohhhhh…. then she slides her hand inside those snug panties, so you can see her fingers moving as she touches herself.

She doesn’t tease you like that for too long before succumbing to her own need to see her desire reflected in your eyes. She peels the panties off and lies back with her legs spread, using both hands to open her pussy up and rub the silky-smooth slit, fingers dancing on her clit. Her whole pussy flushes bright pink almost immediately, she’s so turned on. Has she forgotten you’re watching, so immersed in her private pleasure? No; she looks right at you, her naughty smile turning into a gasp as she pushes a finger between her tight folds. It plunges in up to the knuckle, faster, harder, her hips rocking to ride the sensation as her pleasure builds.

And suddenly she stops, tasting her sweetness from her fingers, looking at you again with a shy little laugh. And you understand; she didn’t do it to tease you, or because she couldn’t resist. She did it to show you how she likes it, and now it’s your turn…

 

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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My MetArt X movie of the month

It’s usually really tough to choose a favorite movie on MetArt X because you cater for a lot of my personal tastes: brunettes, lingerie, petite girls, doggy position fingering, and so on – too many to list. This month it was easy, though.

Sultana was already one of my top ten models, and Don Caravaggio’s movie “Playing In The Sun 2” made her my number one. Those sexy legs, long, shiny hair and beautiful eyes really do it for me. Her ass is spectacular, and that gorgeous smile is so captivating.

I’ve had a soft spot – okay, I mean a hard spot! – for Sultana ever since her first appearance on MetArt X, so I am biased, but from the moment the movie starts and she walks in wearing that skintight red dress, to the moment she cums, the entire film is a perfect 10.

What I love to see when I’m watching a girl masturbate is her body reacting to her fingering; there are certain signs of arousal that just can’t be faked. Sultana writhes and grinds against her fingers as she rubs her clit, then bucks and thrusts herself onto her hand when she eases two inside her wet pussy. And that’s all in the first three minutes, even before she turns around onto her hands and knees and sticks that amazing ass of hers in the camera.

More movies of Sultana pleasuring that perfect pussy, please! I can’t get enough of her.

 

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Dance of Lust

Erotic fiction inspired by Ivy Wolfe in “Feel Me Moving

“The music made me do it.” That’s always Ivy’s excuse, when she gives you that sinful smile and spreads her long, sexy legs wide, so you can’t tear your eyes away from the skimpy crotch of her panties, that tiny strip of fabric barely covering her plump pussy lips.

Her slender body undulates like a lap dancer, gaze so smoldering you feel you could burst into flames at any second. She’s got you hooked as she eases up her top to bare her small, beautiful breasts. But you’re not the only one she’s turning on; her nipples are stiff as she circles her fingers around them, and she lets out a little gasp of pleasure. Her ass is simply astounding as she bends over, wiggling it in your direction, easing her panties down her thighs to show you her pussy. You have to sit on your hands, fighting the urge to reach out and touch; this is her show, and you need to sit back and watch, drinking it all in, storing every moment in your memory for later.

She winds her hips, seductively… and suddenly the tease is too much for her too, and she’s lying back, fingers dancing on her clit, spreading her juicy pink slit open. Her clit quivers, and she plungers her fingers deeper, yelling out her pleasure as her orgasm pulses through her in hot waves.

“What brought that on?” you ask, overwhelmed with lust.

“The music made me do it,” she smiles, reaching for you…

 

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 Gift Of Orgasm

Erotic fiction inspired by Tracy Lindsay in “Fan Club 2

It’s so exciting to receive gifts and messages from fans, little notes of love and lust. And then there are those fans who send me lingerie and toys, that’s always such a thrill.

Today I received a package in the mail, a sweet love note and a brand new sex toy. The thought of someone taking the time and trouble to choose this toy especially for me was a real turn on, and I found myself getting horny as I looked at it.

I took off my bra and played with my nipples, stroking and pinching them, enjoying the feeling as they grew stiff between my fingers. As I touched myself, I felt my pussy tingling, eager to be played with. So I took off my panties too and got comfortable, leaning back with my legs open.

I imagined my admirer watching me, naked except for my shoes, anticipating the moment when I would accept his gift into my pussy. Did he wish it were his cock? I put it to my lips, kissing and licking it, running my tongue over the ridges. It felt so cool and hard. I wondered how it would feel inside me.

When the dildo was good and wet, I rubbed it over my clit, the ridges teasing me until my clit was as stiff as my nipples. Soon the toy was soaked with my juice too, as I twirled the tip at the entrance to my pussy and slowly inched it inside. Oh my goodness, it felt amazing, each ridge stroking my sugar walls, the sensation so intense. Was this what my admirer imagined me feeling? Did he know it would drive me wild?

I gripped the dildo tightly, driving it into my drenched pussy, spreading my lips open and rubbing my clit with my free hand. I was slick with my own cream, flushed and intoxicated with sensual pleasure, as I plunged it in and out, faster and faster. My orgasm approached like an express train and I came so hard, covering the dildo in my pussy juice, my hands and fingers soaked, my body shaking.

As I came down from my orgasmic high, I thought about the fan who had sent me the toy. Did he imagine me using it to make myself cum like that? I wonder if he guessed how much pleasure he would bring to me. The gift of orgasm is priceless!

 

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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Breakup Rubdown

Erotic fiction inspired by Jasmine Jazz in “Not Her

Jasmine realized she was losing interest while packing for their planned weekend getaway. He had booked a cozy apartment overlooking the main drag of Old Town, where they had met a year ago.

She wasn’t ready for landmarks or milestones. She wasn’t even ready for the pink roses he sent—although she kept those around for the delicate scent. She wanted time to slow down to a pace she could dance to. But not with him.

Roaming the apartment in underwear and a see-through shirt with a tiger print that she had been trying on for him, her hips swayed in rhythm to the sounds of Kind of Blue. She fell back on the bed and offered up her own improvisational sounds into the handle of a hairbrush. She was having too much fun by herself.

She had to call him. She had to end it.

Naturally, he was devastated. He’d let Jasmine Jazz slip through his fingertips.

He pestered her with so many calls that she left the phone on her bed and sought some quiet on a petite corner chair that was a perfect fit for her cute little ass. She was fidgety with anticipation of a weekend alone. She was in the mood for some self-romance.

Jasmine untied her shirt and cupped her liberated breasts in her hands, tickling her nipples hard. She moved her strong hand slowly down over her stomach and into the cozy confines of her lacy black panties.

Rubbing made her forget, but the jagged sound of the doorbell snapped her out of her one-woman getaway. Her angled lips revealed her aggravation.

She returned to the room and sat back in her chair after a brief encounter at the door. The breakup was complete, and she was still fucking horny.

She kicked off her heels and let herself go. Impatient for her pussy, she tugged her panties down her slender legs and let her shirt fall to her waist.

Her glossy brown hair fell over her face, concealing the intent in her big brown eyes. She pushed two hands over her muff, which was trim but spread wide. Moistened with spit, her fingers slipped into her slit for a wet kiss. With her left leg propped over the arm of the chair, she welcomed a finger inside her tight pussy, which loosened her for a second. Her mouth dropped open as her blood stirred and she craved more oxygen. Two fingers beat as one as she fingered herself in pace with her climbing heart rate.

As she arched her back in delight, a mantra came to her. “It’s not me. It’s him.” It was the soundtrack of her climax. Jasmine was finished. It was finished.

She curled her naked body in the chair and felt strangely at peace with the recollections of the conversation that had made her an ex: “I think I’m not made for relationships.”

 

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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Sexy swimsuit sweetheart

Erotic fiction inspired by Adria Rae in “Red Shades

Saturday afternoon I drove up to see Adria at her secluded espresso stand. She was so exotic looking, wearing nothing but a skimpy swimsuit on her slim, shapely, caffe latte body.

"Hi Greg, I can't get that dog walker app to work!" she greeted me.

I messed around with it for a bit and then showed it to her on my phone. She needed a walker because she had a beautiful puppy, and no one to walk her while she was at work.

"Is she in your car right now?” I asked. “I can walk her. I just got off work and I've got time."

"You sure? She's a handful."

"I'll bet – is she like you?"

"You'll see. I'll get my robe on, wait a sec." Adria pulled on a skimpy satin robe tied with a belt and walked me over to her car in those tall stripper heels, all long tan legs and wild dark hair. No one was around.

"Oops, my titties popped out," she grinned, trying to stuff her pert boobies back inside her robe. She's such a cock tease!

Her dog, Shani, was squirming and wagging her tail with pleasure at being out of the car. She was a real good dog so we took a nice long walk over to a local park and back, a good leg stretch for us both. Coming back, Shani was ecstatic at seeing her mom again and Adria threw on her robe loosely to come out and get her.

Adria gave me a big hug, all slim arms and boobs against my chest. "Thanks Greg, that was so nice of you." My hands found their way to her smooth-as-silk firm butt cheeks.

"Mmmm, ya like that Greg?"

I did. I gave them a nice hard squeeze and they felt like heaven. Adria turned her back to me and ground her ass into my lap, hands on the wall of her stand and grinning over her shoulder. I pressed her into the wall a bit with my stiffening joint between those perfect cheeks and my fingers finding her nipples, rolling them between thumb and fingers until they were stiff.

Adria didn't back off but kept rolling her ass around my rod. With a wild look in her eyes, she slipped her hand inside my pants to grasp my cock and stroke it slowly.

"Come inside now," she said, so the dog, Adria and I all piled into her tiny coffee stand and she pulled me into the storeroom, out of sight. While the dog sniffed and snuffled around I pushed Adria up against the wall again, pulling down her swimsuit while I dropped to my knees and spread her cheeks. My tongue found her slit and I lapped at her smooth, shaved mound until I found her salty sweetness, licking at the soft and rigid folds of her flowing pussy and around her tight asshole. I worked on her delicious cooze until her legs began to shake, but I wanted it all and I wasn't using my mind to do any thinking now. Unlimbering my rod, I locked it between her thighs and tight up against her wetness, stroking slowly so she could feel me there.

Normally it cost me twenty bucks just to grope her boobs at the stand, so I had to ask, "How much is this going to set me back?"

"Just shut the fuck up Greg, and don't stop!"

She reached down to guide me inside her. She was small and tight but very slippery, even so it took several strokes before I was completely in there. Feeling every bump and vein slow sliding into her pussy was just ecstasy, but we didn't have much time; she was still on the job and I didn’t want to get her fired. Lifting her arms up over her head I held her there while pounding her hard. I could tell she liked being dominated by her pleadings and moans of pleasure. She started cumming and soon I was ready to bust a nut.

"Can I cum inside you?"

"No! That would be too much, tons of guys see my pussy. In my mouth, ok?" She dropped down and took me into her hot little mouth with that long, pink tongue slathering me while she stroked it. That was all too much for me and I had to let it go, squirting my hot jizz. She expertly caught every drop, eliminating all the creamy evidence with a couple swallows.

One long, hot, semen-y kiss later and she was pushing me out the door. Just then I heard a truck pulling in off the street so I scampered to my car. The things I have to do for a nice cup of coffee!

 

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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