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Sweet and sticky temptation

Erotic Fiction inspired by Cristin in “Sweet Candy 2

I have a sweet tooth and a dirty mind, and when I’m in the mood, I just love to combine the two. Take the lollipop, an innocent candy, sweet and sticky. In my hands, it becomes a devilish temptation, impossible to resist.

I’ve had boyfriends and girlfriends that I have teased with my candy loving. They all think I only do it for them, that I use it as a way to turn them on. It’s true that I have used lollipops to drive my lovers wild with desire, but really I do it because it satisfies my deepest urge for pleasure.

I mean, have you ever sucked on a lollipop? Really sucked on one? Pushed it between your lips, let it get nice and wet on your tongue, then twirled it around in your mouth? Feels good, right? Tastes good, too.

It’s sweet and sticky, and it slips past your lips so well, always leaving you wanting more. Even the shape gets me hot. I love them in company or alone…

I always have a bowl of candy beside my bed to suck on when I’m feeling horny. I’ll take a lollipop out of the bowl, get naked, unwrap the candy and start to suck on it. I’ll lick it until my mouth’s watering, then rub the sticky candy over my lips.

I love feeling my pussy moisten as my lips get sticky – the taste of cherry candy on my tongue, the feel of pussy juice seeping between my lips, it’s so intoxicating. And when my candy is slick and my pussy is wet, that’s when the real fun begins.

I sit up on my bed, resting on my pillows, and spread my legs apart. With one hand, I hold my lollipop, twirling it between my lips, while the other is sliding between my pussy lips, dipping into my juice, smearing it up and over my clit, painting my labia.

I slide two fingers around my tight, wet hole, get them all slippery, then reach up and rub them over my lips around my lollipop. The taste of my pussy mingles with the taste of my candy.

I take out my lollipop, rub my fingers over it until they’re sticky, then I bring them down to my clit, one on either side. The feeling of sticky sweetness on my fingers coming up against my oiled clit turns me on even more and I rub my fingers down each side of my clit until they’re so wet with my juices that all that sticky candy goo has gone.

The lollipop makes its way down to my clit, all sticky and sucked down to just the right size. Now I use it to pat my clit, tapping my button, one finger easing inside me. Every tap makes my legs twitch, a spasm of excitement running from my clit down each thigh.

I roll my lollipop over my clit and it spreads its stickiness around, juices mingling with the sweet taste. It slides between my lips with ease, my pussy juice lubing its path. Then I twirl it at the entrance to my pussy, knowing that I can push it inside at any time.

As I twirl it over my hole, I relax so much that it just slips right in there, and I am suddenly spinning it around and around just inside, half in, half out, its widest point fitting snugly in my entrance.

This is when I am so horny for it that my candy is no longer enough for me.

I take it from my pussy and put it in my mouth; the flavor of my slick goo and the hard candy mingles in my mouth and I turn over onto my hands and knees, eager to fuck my pussy hard and fast.

The lollipop sits inside my mouth and I suck hard on it, bite down on the stick as I push two fingers inside my pussy and fuck myself. They enter easily, my palm cupping my clit, and I drive them in and out, moaning around my candy, lips sealed to keep the sweet treat inside my mouth.

I am so turned on that I buck and thrust harder and harder against my hands, using my whole body to fuck myself, cumming with such intensity, teeth biting down on my candy so hard that it shatters between them and I cry out loud.

When I’m done, I like to lie back on the bed, sucking on the broken candy in my mouth, slipping my pussy-wet fingers between my lips to add to the taste. I lie there until all of the sweet treat has gone and I am left with nothing but a memory of its flavor and the sensation of it sliding around my clit and pressing inside my pussy.

 

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An erotic impulse

Erotic fiction inspired by Sofi Shane in “Dairy Passion

When an erotic impulse strikes me, I don’t fight it. Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, I obey my body’s urge to seek sensual pleasure.

Sometimes, all it takes is a fleeting idea. For example, I was enjoying a snack of milk and cookies when suddenly a strange thought occurred to me – I wonder what this milk would feel like if I rubbed it on my nipples?

I can tell you how it felt: absolutely fantastic. When the idea struck, I sat down on my bed and swirled my fingers in my drink, letting the impulse take hold. Then I played the cool milk over my lips and ran my wet fingers down my cleavage, slipping my dress off my shoulders.

My fingers went back to the cold milk for another dip, and then to my nipple. The cool liquid made my nipple stiffen instantly, my body tingling with anticipation. I put my cup down and eased my dress off, peeling my panties down and tossing them on the floor. Then I got comfortable.

Reaching for the milk, I dipped my fingers back in and painted more of the cold, creamy liquid on both my nipples, feeling them getting hard. I watched as the droplets of milk trickled slowly down my breasts.

I wet my fingers in the milk again and traced a line down my belly and into my pubic hair. Most girls my age shave their pussies, but I like the way my dark bush frames my pussy, making it look so pink and shiny when I spread it open. It turns me on to masturbate in front of a mirror so I can see that sexy contrast. I dabbled my fingers in my bush, admiring the way the hair caught it so I could see it glistening, like dew on a spider’s web.

I spread my legs wider and trailed my wet fingers over my pussy lips, the cold milk sending shivers of excitement through me as I painted it over each plump lip, getting them wet and slippery. When I was struggling to keep from squirming with arousal, I delved my chilled fingertips into the groove between them, sliding up and down and then seeking out my clit.

The surge of sensation was immediate and powerful. I gasped and my hips rocked up involuntarily, seeking more contact, my clit pulsing and my thighs trembling. I pushed one finger right inside my pussy, the coldness catching me by surprise as the chill spread inside me and I hit my G-spot. My legs twitched and I felt a little gush of wetness come out as the thrill spread through my body like lightning.

I didn’t hold back at all now, plunging my fingers into the cup and slapping my clit with my wet hand, milk splashing all over my crotch, my bush getting soaked. My clit was throbbing and pulsing, and my pussy cream had mingled with the milk to make my slit so slippery and juicy. I pressed two fingers around my clit, squeezing them together as I used my other hand to finger my hole, hard and fast.

I fantasized about being in a hayloft with a farmer, his cock slick with fresh milk as he pushed it inside me, parting me around his shaft. I got so wild I tipped the milk over when I reached to dip my finger in, spilling it onto the floor. Grabbing the cup, I poured the last drops onto my pussy, slapping my clit with wet fingers. I splashed the last of the milk onto my thighs, three fingers deep inside my pussy, fucking myself hard, bucking up and down. I had milk all over my crotch and thighs, matted in my pubes, running down my slit.

I pushed against my G-spot again, urging my body to cum, my thumb hammering against my clit while my fingers twisted around inside my hole. When I came, it was intense, my body thrashing on the bed as the spasms rocked me.

I lay there for a while, knowing I needed to clean up the spilt milk and then go take a shower. That image of the farmer fucking me with his big, slick cock had taken hold though, and in the end I had to grab my biggest dildo and ride it to another orgasm before I was ready to come down from my sexual high. Like I said, when an erotic impulse strikes me, I don’t fight it.

 

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MetArt X movie of the month: June 2018

Summer’s well underway and it’s getting hot out there, and even hotter in here as I try my best to choose my favorite MetArt X movie of June 2018. It’s the kind of struggle I dig, though, because it means I get to spend a lot of time reviewing the month’s movies.

That means checking out the likes of busty Paula Shy getting down with her bad self in front of the mirror in Mads Lie Helin’s “Wait A Second”; hot blonde Lisa Dawn peeling off her little black dress in “Room BnB”; cute Sofi Shane rocking a full bush and dribbling milk over her pussy in Vincente Silva’s “Dairy Passion”; sultry beauty Melody Wylde in Charles Lightfoot’s erotic “Deep Flow”; gorgeous redhead Jia Lissa dreaming of a study buddy in Red Fox’s “Homework”; and adorable Lexie Fox, crackling with sexual energy in “Get Closer.”

It’s a challenge to choose favorites with so much hotness on offer, but one that’s worth staying shut up indoors all day to tangle with. Who needs a tan when you’ve got these sexy sweeties to keep you company? Here’s my personal and entirely subjective top three of the month:

Blonde bombshell Riley Anne is an all-American, blue-eyed beauty with a sensational figure, so it’s a treat for all us fellow gym bunnies to get a glimpse of her fitness regime. In Charles Lightfoot’s “Hit Level,” the sassy sweetheart looks spectacular in skintight yoga pants as she hits the bag, and even better as she peels them off to bare her perfect breasts and pert ass, then spreads her juicy pink pussy open and frigs herself to a high-intensity orgasm. The ideal gym buddy!  

Gorgeous Italian babe Sade Mare has the most amazing big brown eyes, and permanently stiff nipples that just beg to be sucked and licked. In Mads Lie Helin’s “Fifty Shades Deeper” she explores her kinky side, dressing in sexy black lingerie and a studded leather choker, bound with ropes, ripping away her stockings and masturbating to a furious climax. It’s compelling viewing.

But the winner by a hem’s length this month is Alex Lynn’s sensational “Upskirt Story,” featuring beautiful Sybil A. It starts with Sybil on the stairs in a short white skirt, standing over the camera, bending over and parting her thighs to reveal her hot pussy and peachy ass encased in cute panties that fit like a second skin. She bares her incredible breasts as she toys with her panties, then peels them off so she can finger-bang herself energetically, thrusting her fingers deep as she strums her clit. I defy anyone not to be stirred by her amazing orgasm.

So that’s my top three; what was your favorite MetArt X movie of June 2018?

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Seduced by my reflection

Erotic fiction inspired by Paula Shy in “Wait A Second

The mind is a strange place. At least, I put what happened down to my mind playing tricks, because otherwise I have to start believing in ghosts, spirits and alternate dimensions, and I do not believe…

I was sitting in front of my mirror, getting ready for a night out, when it happened. Some of you might call it paranormal activity, but to me it felt more like those old stories women used to tell of a ghost entering their room at night and having its way with them. I always saw those stories as a convenient way for the woman to explain why her nightgown was damp between her legs in the morning, when what had really happened was that she’d gotten so horny she just had to finger herself, and worry about the consequences later.

Not that I was worried about any consequences, but I was definitely horny that day. I hadn’t fucked anyone in weeks, and I’d been so busy in my working life that there hadn’t been a moment in which I could even think about touching myself.

Anyway, that’s how my rational mind explains this away, but whatever it was that happened that day, it sure was erotic…

One moment, I was looking down at my make-up, the next I looked up to see the reflected me stroking my neck and dragging my fingers down to my breasts. The weird thing was, I wasn’t doing that at all; only my reflection was. I looked down at my hands to be sure, then looked back and everything was normal – my hands were on the dresser, reaching for my lip gloss and blusher.

I carried on with my routine, but my head was spinning and, even more strangely, my pussy was tingling, as if those fingers really had caressed my tits. I dropped my eyes for just a second and when I looked back up again, my reflection had pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders and was cupping my big titties, rubbing them gently, thumbs rolling over my nipples.

I was lost; my heart was pounding and I just sat there and watched as the reflected me looked me in the eye as she squeezed my breasts and tweaked my nipples. I could feel my nipples stiffening inside my dress, my pussy beginning to moisten; it was almost as if I could feel her touch...

I can’t say why, but my body responded without my mind’s involvement and suddenly my hands were following my reflection’s lead, as if I were the reflection and the me in the mirror was in fact the real me.

I reached up and pulled down the straps of my dress, cupping my breasts in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over my nipples. My reflection smiled back at me, approvingly, and we began to move as one.

I stood up, my dress slipping from my body, and we both hooked our thumbs into our panties and pulled them down. I watched my reflection as we each aimed our fingers at my pussy, sliding down over my shaved mons to my slit, pushing further, seeking out my wet opening.

I felt my juices on the tip of my finger as soon as I dipped it between my lips. I looked at my reflection. The way I looked right then, I would have climbed inside that mirror and fucked myself. I had that sexy come to bed look on my face that I’ve been told is irresistible.

I sat down and put my feet up on the vanity. With my legs spread, I splayed my lips apart as I looked at my pussy in the mirror, wanting to see what every lover sees. It looked good. I wished my reflection would climb out of the mirror to lick up my wetness.

But that didn’t happen. Instead, the two of us began to stroke my slit, running our fingers up and down, spreading my juice over my lips and onto my clit until I was slick and shiny under the lights. I watched as each of us slowly eased a finger inside, heard myself gasp, watched my reflection react in just the same way, mouth open in ecstasy.

I confess, I stopped watching myself soon after, lost in my own pleasure. It had been so long since I had been this wet between my legs, and now I had two fingers inside me, I was too busy enjoying the intense sensations to stay focused on my reflection.

But when I looked again, my reflection was suddenly standing, back to the mirror, reaching over my ass to finger myself bent over. My legs were spread and I could see my creamed up pussy and asshole. I had spread my juice all over my ass, making it glisten, and I had the intense urge to stick my thumb up my asshole.

Without questioning myself, I did exactly that, entering my anus with my thumb while my fingers were still deep inside my pussy. That’s when I found my voice, moaning loudly as I thrust my thumb all the way in and felt my fingers in my pussy, rubbing them all together.

That felt amazing. I had never done anything like it before, but I couldn’t understand why not, because it got me so excited my body started to shake. My legs almost gave out beneath me and so I knelt in my chair, giving myself a better view of my ass in the mirror, and fucked both holes in unison, pushing my fingers and thumb in and out together.

When I came, I was gripping the chair so tight my nails left big scratch marks on the back, and my pussy left droplets of juice all over the seat and floor. But as I came down from my orgasmic trance and sat back down, I swear my reflection gave me a knowing look that was not on my own face.

It hasn’t happened again since then, which makes me believe it was definitely my horny mind playing tricks on me. Perhaps my body knows when I need to cum more than I do, and plays games with my mind to get me to finger myself. The only way to find out is to avoid playing with myself or fucking anyone for a while, but now my sex drive has been reawakened, I don’t want to deprive myself of orgasms again!

 

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Filming my fingering fun

Erotic Fiction inspired by Lucy Li in “See You 2

My husband and I like to watch porn together. It turns me on just as much as it does him. Sometimes I come home and find him jerking off to an erotic movie; sometimes he comes home and catches me with my hand inside my panties in front of the laptop.

That’s how I started making films for him. He is often away on business and one time I decided it would be fun to make a video of myself masturbating to keep him entertained. I waited until I knew he was alone in his hotel room before I sent him the file. The pictures he sent back of his cock, rock hard in front of the video of me, were a total turn on.

Now I’ve been making videos of myself frigging my pussy for a while, but the other day I went back and watched that very first one for the first time since I’d made it, and it got me so horny I ended up making a film of me masturbating to a film of me masturbating.

My husband was at work and he was scheduled to go away the next morning for a three-day conference, so it was the perfect time for me to make one of my little private videos for him. This time, I was planning to film it directly on his tablet and my phone and then try to edit them together to make it extra special.

I had my camera phone all ready and was using it to practice recording a POV of the action, filming myself setting up his tablet. But then, something made me look at the folder with my videos in, and it opened up the first one I had ever made.

The memories came flooding back, the feeling of being so horny that I would have fucked anyone who walked into my house at that moment, on camera. I felt my pussy tingling with excitement, knowing what was going to come.

I pointed my phone at the screen, and filmed my past self as she rubbed her pussy, squeezed her clit between two fingers, dipped them down between her lips and smeared pussy juice all over her button.

While I was watching, I took off my bra and panties and sat with the tablet set up between my feet, my legs apart. I could feel myself getting wet, juice oozing out of me, and I turned the camera around and held it close to my pussy so it could capture my fingers as they stroked my clit. I ran one finger all the way around my pussy lips, up one side, over my clit and down the other, and then I spread them open, watching the screen of my phone to see the glistening juices between my lips in gorgeous close up, so pink and shiny.

I reminded myself why I was doing this, not only to get myself off but also to drive my husband wild. I propped the phone up against his tablet to film some more. Now I could watch the original movie and finger-bang my pussy at the same time.

In my original video I was now lost in my own sexual pleasure, two fingers inside my soaked pussy, on my hands and knees, tits swinging, fucking myself hard. I rubbed my fingers over my hole, got them slick with my cream and held them close to the camera so my husband could see just how wet I was. I licked them clean, slowly, making sure he could hear me enjoying every last drop.

I made as if my fingers were a cock, sucking on them, pushing them into my mouth, drooling all over them just how he liked. When they were slick with my saliva, I traced a line down my body, over my breasts – teasing my stiff nipples – and down to my pussy, where I pushed two fingers deep inside.

As I fucked myself, I picked up my phone and held it so that I was filming myself fingering my pussy with his tablet in shot, my original movie visible. It gave me an idea, and I slid forward in my seat until my pussy was right up next to the tablet.  

With one hand, I spread my pussy lips and thrust forward just enough to press them against the glass, leaving a gooey imprint of my pussy on the screen. Then I sat back down again and moved the tablet back so I could watch myself cumming. My camera filmed me finger-fucking myself hard and fast, while on his tablet I was shuddering, sitting with my knees up, cumming hard.

For the finale, I realized I was so wet I could do something extra special for him. I put his tablet on the floor and squatted over it, phone in hand. I fucked myself with three fingers, imagining it was his face right beneath me, and as I grew closer to orgasm, my pussy juices began to trickle from my pussy, down my hand, and onto his screen. When I came, I was really loud, pulling my fingers out of my pussy and stuffing them back in, trying to sprinkle more of my juices all over the tablet.

I had one last thing to do before the movie was ready for him to watch. I put it back in its case and left a note on top that said, “do not clean…” knowing that he was definitely going to sniff that tablet once he was alone!

 

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Nature and Desire

Erotic Fiction inspired by Lucy Heart in “Raw

Desire can strike at any moment. Maybe you, when confronted with nature’s beauty – sweeping hills, clear blue skies, calm seas lapping at the shoreline – would be swept up and carried away in the arms of mother nature, but I am not you.

For me, the sight of all this beauty sends shivers through my body. I stand on my balcony and look down at nature’s glory, feeling the cool breeze caress my naked breasts, and I sense the lure of my own nature. My attention turns to my nipples, and I watch them stiffen, encouraging them to grow harder with a pinch. My own touch sends me inside.

On my bed I forget about the landscape outside my open window and concentrate on myself. I run my hands over my calves, feeling my body’s shape, the lines and contours of my legs and hips, but always my hands are drawn to my crotch, the place that reacts most sensitively to my touch.

I open my pants, popping the button and sliding the zipper down, and then my hand delves inside, fingers searching for my folds. I find myself damp, my wetness welling up to meet my finger as I slide it between my pussy lips. I think of nothing but the pleasurable sensations, the feeling of my finger teasing my juices out of me.

Pulling off my pants, I can only manage to slide one leg out before I am playing with my pussy again. I lift my legs, my bare ass facing the window; the breeze sweeps in and caresses my bottom. I grab my cheeks and send my fingers to my pussy, pulling myself open, feeling that cool air as it glides over my skin, between my lips, wanting to feel it enter me.

But the breeze is not strong enough, and so I push one finger from each hand inside and begin to fuck myself with them, taking turns to dip in and out with each, as if I were at the mercy of two lovers, though no such thoughts have entered my mind. Only the pleasure of my touch controls my body.

With the free leg of my pants, I rub at my pussy, the rough denim rasping against my soft flesh, grinding over my clitoris, the friction sharp and delicious.

Now I am filled with hard desire. Now I want to fuck, to feel myself filled. My body responds involuntarily, rolling over and pushing my ass up in the air as my hand dives between my thighs and my index finger thrusts inside my hole.

I fuck myself. Fast. Hard. My body knows what it wants; I am but a servant, a sailor on the seas of sexual desire, riding the waves of lust.

I am bucking up and down on my hand, slapping my clitoris, pushing my fingers inside my drenched slit, my palm rubbing against my asshole, my body bucking back against each thrust.

And suddenly I am filled with a need for more. My denim pants are at hand and I grab them, one finger still deep inside my pussy, and scrape them over my nipples. They are stiff and the denim pulls them sideways. The sensation spreads from my grazed nipples all over my body; my hand is a blur between my legs, my pussy is hot, throbbing, on the verge of orgasm. I bite my lip and let it happen, cumming hard, my body jerking to each stroke of my clit.

Slowly, I come down from this plateau, half wondering how I got from the beauty of mother nature to this bed, my body sticky with sexual gratification. But I don’t really care, I am content to bask in the release born from my orgasm…

 

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MetArt X movie of the month: May 2018

As we slide on in to the summer stretch of 2018, MetArt X keeps on lining up some of the most gorgeous, naturally beautiful girls imaginable – which makes choosing a movie of the month for May that much trickier.

It’s impossible to overlook stunning redhead Jia Lissa peeling herself out of sexy lingerie by the fire; but then there’s irrepressible blonde bombshell Scarlett Sage, with a smile that lights up the room, doing her thing in denim hot pants. And let’s not forget about the beauty of Sybil A and her superb breasts, exotic Malena and her dark, delicious nipples, curvy sex kitten Aislin or delightfully naughty Melody Wylde.

My favorites rose above even these erotic heights though; it was a tough choice but here’s my personal, and entirely subjective, top three movies for May 2018:

It’s no surprise that I’m turned on by curvy brunette Lucy Li’s big, bouncy, beautiful breasts – who wouldn’t be? But in John Chalk’s sensational movie “See You” we are treated to the sight of Lucy finger-banging her juicy pussy while watching a video of herself masturbating. It’s double the pleasure, and that’s a whole lot of jiggling! Creative and very arousing, it’s a movie I can’t get enough of watching.

Busty beauty Mila Azul has been a top model here since her first appearance back in October 2016, and she just keeps getting better and better. In Vicente Silva’s “Tambor” her sweet sexiness is in full effect – that pretty, almost innocent face and spectacular figure are mesmerizing. She’s so uninhibited too, flirting with the camera and spreading her long legs wide to frig herself to a powerful orgasm. Surely she’s the girl-next-door of all our dreams?

But my absolute favorite this month was adorable blonde Riley Anne in Charles Lightfoot’s “Right Moves.” Riley’s like the perfect date in this video. She looks a million dollars in her see-through lace dress, and the moment when she flips her long hair and begins to lift her dress to show her panties is a real attention grabber. And then she bares her pussy with that cute bush, and turns around to show off her perfect peach of an ass… wow. She has lovely breasts too, surprisingly big for such a slender girl, and I loved that she kept her heels on the whole time. Her naughty smile is the cherry on the cake.

So that’s my top three; what was your favorite MetArt X movie of May 2018?

 

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Hopelessly in lust with Alexis Crystal!

I am so stoked to see Alexis Crystal on MetArt X. She’s sex appeal embodied and she’s one of my all-time favorite models on SexArt, I’ve watched every single one of her movies a dozen times. She’s naturally enchanting and arousing, and brings so much energy to all her encounters. I’ve been longing to see her in a solo movie, just to be able to focus on her alone, and to see exactly how she pleasures herself, since she’s so good at bringing pleasure to her partners. And now MetArt X has made my dream come true!

I love that her debut movie for MetArt X is called “I Did Something Bad” because when I watch her I definitely want her to do something bad – or something very, very good, depending on how you look at it. She looks amazing, her long legs in classic stockings, garters and heels that frame her perfect ass. She looks particularly fine with that hot ass in the air, flashing that sexy smirk as she touches herself. You can tell she really gets off on being watched.

I saw her cute video interview on Viv Thomas where she talked about how much she likes to masturbate. What a turn-on to see a girl who is so uninhibited and enjoys her body so openly. She’s obviously a real free spirit. She says she is turned on by guys in uniform, and I’d like to volunteer to dress up for some kinky games with her… doctors and nurses springs to mind!

Her new movie “Horny As Ever” has literally blown my mind – that’s exactly how I feel whenever I see her. Thanks, MetArt X, for bringing this vivacious beauty to us, and for putting her center stage, where she belongs.

 

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Watching her dance

Erotic fiction inspired by Lorena B in “Dancer In The Shadow 2

She hides in the shadows of our room, the drapes half open, light clawing its way in. It casts shapes over her lithe body as she moves, graceful as a cat. My beautiful Spanish dancer, never happier than when she is lost in the music, dancing for me alone in the haze of an early morning.

I watch her for a while, my body and mind waking up to this extraordinary sight. Does she know I am watching her? It is too dark to see her eyes. I reach up and pull back the drapes and there she is, so sexy, half naked, a shawl wrapped around her waist, a tight black corset leaving her breasts and pussy bare.

She laughs, her smile so wide and pretty. The day begins well. She sits down opposite me on the arm of a chair and looks down at her beautiful body, her long dark hair hanging straight down, covering her breasts, reaching for her pussy like her hands.

I am in two minds. To get up, out of bed and go to her – she is so gorgeous that she is hard to resist – or to stay where I am and watch her. She loves it when I watch her dancing; maybe this is part of the dance.

I stay where I am and relax. I keep my hands from my own body. I will do nothing but lie here and watch her.

She licks a finger, looks up at me seductively as she strokes her pussy lips, wetting them, easing them apart. She runs the tip of her finger over her ridges and folds, tracing the outline of her clitoris. She tips her head back and her mouth gapes open, her fingers working by touch alone.

A second finger joins the first, rubbing her button. I watch as her pussy lips grow plump, reacting as she stimulates her clit. I feel myself growing hard under the sheets. But I do not move. Instead, I watch my lovely dancer explore her own body.

I hear her breathing. It grows louder and faster, and she gasps at her own deft touch. Her fingers work up and down her slit, her lips parting around them, her body undulating to the rhythm that her fingertips are tapping out.

I watch her as she sends the tip of one finger to her wet hole, excited by this, willing her to fuck herself. But she stops and stands, turning around, planting one foot on the couch, her shawl draped over her ass.

Her hand between her legs is lost in the shadow of her wrap, but her body’s movement and the gasps from her mouth tell the story…. I can picture the hot, wet tightness around her fingers…

Then she pulls her shawl up at last, exposing her fabulous ass. She stands with her feet together and watches me, half smiling, one finger testing her tight slit from behind.

The moment has come – I could climb from my bed right now, manhood pulsing between my legs, and take my place behind her. She would not complain. She would welcome me, welcome my erection, plant her feet apart and grab hold of the couch with both hands as I entered her.

But I do not move. I want to watch her. To see what she will do. How far will she go? She has never masturbated in front of me before. Not like this. Not without me beside her on the bed, touching her, teasing her.

She sits back on the couch again. Is she disappointed in me? Did she want me to come to her? She smiles at me, biting her lower lip, then she is lost in her own world once more.

She raises each foot up onto the couch beside her, legs open like only a dancer can, her pussy wet and flushed ruby red, her lips blossoming open like a flower. Now she takes two fingers and drives them inside herself and I hear her gasp so loud she almost squeals.

Does she remember I am here? She fucks herself, long finger strokes in and out, suddenly swirling them rapidly around her clitoris. Her body heaves and spasms, shaking and shuddering, her fingers plunged deep, her knees snapped together as she cums on her own hand, biting her lip, crying out.

Then she slumps down onto the floor and looks up at me, her smile widening as she sees me once again. And I wonder, will she come to me now and touch me, or will I be left to my own devices?

 

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From my toes to my pussy...

Erotic fiction inspired by Riley Anne in “At Your Feet

My feet have always been very sensitive, and I love having them played with. I like to lie back on the couch with my feet in a guy’s lap while he strokes them, squeezes my toes, slides a thumb over my heels. And I absolutely adore any guy who will spend time massaging my feet, kneeling on the floor in front of me, taking them onto his lap one by one to ease all my tensions.

But when I don’t have a guy around, and I’ve been on my feet all day, I have my foot spa. It soothes and stimulates me in a very pleasurable way. I’ll get comfortable in just a sweater and my panties, slip my feet into the warm water, and let my mind wander as the spa works its magic on my tender feet. My feet get wet, and my pussy gets even wetter…

Yesterday I came home from a long day on my feet and turned to my spa for some relief. The effect was so instantaneous that I’d had my feet in the water for less than a minute before my pussy was tingling, and I lay back on the couch to give it some attention.

My mind was filled with fantasies about having a guy licking and sucking my toes. As I pictured it, I started fondling my breasts, just as I’d do if a guy were teasing my feet for real. My nipples were stiff and throbbing already.

I could feel my juices oiling up my pussy lips and seeping out ready for me to smear them over my clit. I slipped out of my panties and lay back, one knee up, as I trailed a finger over my lips. I scooped up a little of my own goo as I rested the tip of my finger just at the entrance to my pussy hole, then drew it back up between my lips, careful not to press too hard, just teasing all the way up over my clit.

That felt great. I imagined it was a tongue that was lapping at my button, a tongue that had only seconds before been wrapped around my toes. I slid my hands back up to my tits and squeezed my nipples again, harder this time, a little bit of pussy juice making them slick. It felt good to take my time, letting my pleasure build slowly, touching my pussy just the way I like to have my feet played with.

I rubbed with a little more pressure, one finger slipping between my lips, my pussy juice coating it. I spread it over my clit, making it good and slippery. I was so hot for it now, my mind focused on the image of a tongue lapping at my pussy, such a potent image I could practically feel it. I imagined the tongue thrusting inside me as I pushed my fingers inside my hot slit, spreading them apart to open myself up, my thumb strumming and circling my clit.

I fantasized that my imaginary lover was rock hard, his cock pressed up against my feet as he bent over me to eat my pussy out. I wanted to fuck him, to feel that hard dick plowing inside me, but first I wanted him to rub his leaking dick all over my feet, to slide it up and down over my silky insteps.

In my fantasy, I clamped his cock between my soles and held it tight as he fucked my feet, his tongue probing deeper and deeper inside me with every thrust. I was driving myself wild with this fantasy, my fingers working my clit frenziedly. As I came with a shudder, whimpering and biting my lip, I pictured his jizz fountaining up to spray over my feet, hot spurts splattering from my toes to my ankles.

I massaged lotion into my feet as I caught my breath, pretending I was massaging the guy’s slippery cum into my skin. Why do you think I have such soft feet?

 

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