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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!

 

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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

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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!

 

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Craving Orgasm

Erotic fiction inspired by Arya in “Red Delight

Some days I’m so horny I have to get a room and finger my pussy until I cum. I get up for work and can feel my desire bubbling under, then I leave my apartment and get to the office and all I can think about is touching myself.

Today was like that. I took lunch early and went straight to a hotel around the corner, booked a room, grabbed the key and willed the elevator to go faster.

As soon as I got inside, I climbed onto the bed and gave myself over to physical pleasure. Opening my dress, I began playing with my nipples, which had been aching for someone to touch them and tease them for hours. I made them even stiffer as I stroked and pulled them, feeling my pussy get wet as I pinched them between my fingers.

I was wearing a skimpy little G-string, barely enough to cover my pussy, and that knowledge had been driving me wild all morning. I swear if anyone had knelt at my feet, I would have lifted my dress and asked them to eat me. It felt so good to finally be able to pull my panties tight between my pussy lips and rub them all over my slit, enjoying the friction of the damp fabric against my sensitive flesh. But it felt even better taking them off.

I wished I’d brought a sex toy with me, but I was in a rush that morning and had nothing but my fingers to play with. That was okay though, I love to masturbate and my own touch can make me cum as hard as any cock or tongue.

My clit was tingling, like it was trying to rise up and meet my fingers as I ran them over my creamy slit. When I rubbed my clit, it was such a release and my hips bucked up involuntarily, riding out the sensation. My pussy wanted to get fucked hard. And I wasn’t about to deny my body’s desires any longer.

I slipped two fingers into my wet slit easily, god I was so hot for it! It felt amazing, and I fucked my tight little hole good and fast, imagining my fingers were a thick cock stretching me open. I felt like I was pinned to the bed by my own hand as I drilled myself harder and harder, my fingers sliding in and out, filling me up as my palm slapped against my clit with each thrust. I had been aching for this all morning, so horny that my mind was a blank. I needed to cum!

I could feel it rising up from deep inside me, pushing my hips up, my pussy trying to suck my fingers deeper and deeper. If I’d had a man there on top of me, my nails would have been digging into his ass so hard I would have drawn blood.

Hours of craving an orgasm were all coming to a head as I lay on that hotel bed. My whole body was shaking with the sexual ecstasy of my impending climax. My fingers were slick with my pussy juice, and I brought them to my mouth and tasted myself. Using my own wetness, I lubed up my nipples, pinching them, feeling them throb.

I was finger-banging myself so hard my wrist began to ache. I had my knees up as high as I could get them, both my hands groping my pussy, like the eager actions of a brand new lover who had been dreaming of this moment since the day we’d first met.

Only my fingers knew my pussy so well. I fucked my hole and used my thumb to grind my clit. When I came, my whole body felt like it was exploding, tearing open at the seams, and my orgasm was a power that couldn’t be contained. My muscles tensed and spasmed and for what seemed like hours I was caught in the tumultuous energy of my orgasm.

When I finally came down from that peak, I was still lying on my back on the bed, my dress around my hips, my nipples stiff and aching as my pussy juice dried on them.

I grabbed my panties and was about to put them back on and head back to the office when I thought better of it. Today, I would go back to work with no underwear on. Maybe today someone would kneel at my feet. If so, I was ready for them…

 


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Her game, her rules

Erotic fiction inspired by Sybil A in “Cold Winter

She said, “Let’s play a game,” and took a sip from her glass. I waited for more. “Grab your camera,” was all I got.

I followed her out of the bar, put my gloves on as she wrapped herself in her coat at the door. “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.” More instructions. “Follow me out into the night. Watch me through your lens. Don’t stop following me or watching.”

And that was it. She pushed past me and out onto the street before I had pulled my camera from my bag. When I stepped out into the city, she was across the street, looking in the window of a darkened store.

She glanced over her shoulder to make sure I was there, and I raised my camera to my face dutifully. Confident that I was playing along, Sybil began her game. Turning away, she walked along the street, down a road I didn’t know. I crossed and followed her.

When I reached the other side, I raised my camera once again and took a picture. She spun around and looked right at me, a bewildered look on her face, playing her part so well. I watched her through the lens as she walked away.

When I turned the corner, I just caught her stepping into an apartment block, and followed her in. I heard the click of her heels as she walked up the flight of stairs. I needed to be quick to catch her. On the second floor, she unlocked a door and stepped inside, leaving it open for me.

I had no idea where we were. The light was dim in the apartment, so I used the light of my camera to see. Sybil acted as if I weren’t there, undressing quickly. Off came her shirt and jeans and she lay down on the bed in her underwear.

She spoke quietly, “Turn on the light.”

I flicked the switch and the room lit up. She sat up and took off her bra, cupping her heavy breasts in her hands, catching her nipples between her fingers. I watched them stiffen, wondering if I should join her or keep the camera pointed at her, capturing each moment.

Sliding down onto her back, she toyed with her pussy, her hand inside her panties. I kept on shooting pictures, certain that this was what she wanted – to be watched as she played.

She slid her panties off and lay there naked except for her socks, and I felt myself grow fully erect inside my jeans. I wanted her so much. Looking down at her on the bed as she rubbed her wet pussy, lifting her ass from the sheets as if asking for someone to be between her thighs, to be pushing their cock inside her, I could think of nothing but how hard I would fuck her.

But I kept on shooting those pictures. It was a good game… She made no move to recognize me or to acknowledge my presence. Had she not told me the rules, I would have thought she’d forgotten all about me.

She rolled over onto her hip, her back to me, her puckered asshole revealed between her cheeks. I could just see the tips of her fingers groping between her labia. I moved around, my camera zooming in on her hand, to watch as her fingers delved deep inside her soaked pussy. My cock grew jealous, wanting to be there so much.

I tried not to think about squeezing her firm ass, but my mind rebelled and I lusted over her, dreaming of rubbing my cock between her cheeks as she fingered her pussy. As I stood there, imagining her hand reaching back to grab my glans and guide me in, she rolled onto her back again.

Now both her hands were between her legs. Her thighs were spread wide open and her fingers were thrusting deep inside her pussy, her thumb grinding on her clitoris frantically. I was ready to throw down my camera, pull out my cock and fuck her brains out, but as I made ready to do just that, her orgasm came. She shuddered on the bed, her legs clamped together around her hands, biting her lip as she came with a gasp.

My heart was racing as I watched her come down from her sexual high. When her eyes opened, I was watching her through the lens once more, capturing the moment for her to replay later.

Would she ask me to touch her now? Or would she make me wait? Either way, I would do as she told me. This game of hers was one that I would gladly play again and again.

 

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Erotic Dancer

In praise of Kitri in “Dancing On The Bridge 2

It’s the musical that’s yet to be made, it’s the movie sensation of the year that no major theater will ever dare to show – it’s the stunning, sexy, gorgeous dancer Kitri performing in “Dancing on the Bridge 2”!

A movie that features ballet might not sound erotic unless you have a ballerina fetish, but the way Kitri moves has me so entranced I might even consider going to see a mainstream (clothes on) ballet performance. The excellent camera work and direction from Don Caravaggio gives the opening scene on the bridge a big Hollywood musical feel, and Kitri is so talented and graceful as she dances her way from one side to the other. In fact, if you were only to watch the first three minutes, you could easily be forgiven for expecting that Kitri will break into song just as she reaches the middle of the bridge. I watched her dance over that walkway again and again; it was that impressive.

Naturally, I also watched the scene after the bridge, but for entirely different reasons. Yes, I was amazed by the high quality of the performance during the bridge dance, but when Kitri climbs onto her bed, throws off her dress and starts to pleasure her pussy, well, that’s even more of a thrill.

It seems like she’s so totally energized by her dance that she just couldn’t want to get home and play with herself, because there is no slow, teasing build up, you can see she is totally horny. She practically tears her dress off, and she’s not wearing any underwear so she’s all ready to go, no inhibitions. She’s so horny for it that her wet pussy takes her fingers inside almost immediately, and she drills herself hard and fast. Her breath comes in rapid gasps, and you can sense how urgent her need for release has become.

If she danced the way she played with herself, if she moved around in public the way she grinds and thrusts her body up off the bed and against her fingers as they slip in and out of her pussy and slide between her lips, I imagine it would be like a magnet to all the hot-blooded lovers of the world and she’d draw them to her irresistibly.

And all this is before she’s turned over onto her hands and knees and started to hump her hand doggie style. Right then, when she’s on her knees, that’s when you can see there’s no going back for her. Everybody she’d ever met could walk into that room at that very moment and I doubt she’d stop. And how many of them would want her to? To watch a girl masturbating with that kind of passion, with that insatiable desire to climax, is a beautiful sight.

The spiritual energy she has dancing on the bridge and the sexual energy she has masturbating on her bed are equally compelling, and I love how the film shows both sides of her nature. Congratulations to Kitri for putting the Art and the seX in MetArt X!

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Self Love

Erotic fiction inspired by Alice Shea in “Selfie

Alice sips her coffee leaning against the wall of her bedroom, dressed in a long grey cardigan, open over black T-shirt and panties. Her black-framed spectacles appear darker against her pale skin, her pretty face framed by auburn hair.

Her eyes are aflame with passion, betraying the carnal thoughts running through her mind. Moving to her bedside, she pulls off her cardigan and lets it tumble to the ground. Her hands slip the straps of her top down her pale arms, down past her pert breasts. Her nipples are taut, jutting out hard as diamonds.

Reaching for her phone, she begins to take pictures of herself. Her body, her crotch. Are they for her own entertainment, or to send to a lover? She strokes her pussy through her panties, then delves inside to rub at her slit. She can no longer hold her phone, she needs both hands to play with herself.

Sliding her panties off, she drops her legs open and runs one finger along her slit. She crooks it inside her tight hole and begins to work it in and out. Her eyes close as her body reacts to the intensely pleasurable sensations, writhing beneath her probing finger.

She needs to go deeper and lifts one leg, adding a second finger as her other hand grips her ass tightly. Her fingers thrust faster, in and out. Her mouth falls open and her breath comes in gasps as she fucks her pussy.

Over she rolls, onto her hips, reaching around to drill herself from behind as her other hand takes care of her clit. She frigs herself hard, slamming into her pussy urgently. Her free hand splays her lips open, grinding down on her clit.

Her fantasies rage on in her head, and she moves to her knees. Her hand snakes between her thighs and her fingers find her wet hole easily, diving back inside to press further into her pink folds.

It is here, with her face pressed into the sheets and her ass raised up high, that she cums. Her fingers drive her on, her clitoris sings with the heat of orgasm.

She slumps onto the bed, satisfied, glowing with satisfaction. Should she take one more selfie of her creamed-up pussy? No, the images in her head are enough… for now.

 

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MetArt X movie of the month: September 2018

September may bring chill winds as fall descends, but it’s always hot at MetArt X, especially when it’s time to select your favorite movies of the month. It’s the best kind of tough decision, involving a lot of self-indulgent watching and pondering, all of it highly pleasurable.

And what a selection we had to choose from this month. Cute sexy blonde Zazie took my breath away in Mads Lie Helin’s “I Want Myself,” while fun and fabulous Lexie Fox was spellbinding in “Down On Me,” and irrepressible Asian babe Paula Shy was downright dirty and delicious in “Winter Tale.” Gorgeous brunette Nasita was irresistible in “Morning Selfies 2” from Alex Lynn, snapping some personal pics of her pretty pussy. And who could overlook vivacious Antonia Sainz in John Chalk’s “Bubble Time 2,” soaping up her sensational big jiggly breasts!

That’s some stiff competition, I know you’ll all agree, but here’s my personal and entirely subjective top three movies of the month:

Curvy cutie Foxy Salt made her movie debut in Antonio Clemens’ “Laid In Lust,” and the bootylicious beauty looks so desirable. There’s no frills or distracting plot, just Foxy, bare-ass naked beside the river, masturbating to orgasm, with some truly luscious close-ups. Super hot.

Alexis Crystal is an incredible girl – she brings so much charisma and sexual energy to her movies, and John Chalk’s “I Love MAX 2” is no exception, with a cute little story that really suits her personality. She’s checking out her own previous appearances on MetArt X, and naturally it inspires her to test drive her new dildo. Horny and uninhibited, she fingers her tight asshole as she fucks herself with the toy, in relentless pursuit of an intense orgasm – and Alexis always gets what she wants!

But my absolute favorite movie of the month is sexy Ivy Wolfe in Charles Lightfoot’s “No Word Needed.” The mesmerizing green-eyed babe is a born performer, lighting up to the camera in spectacular style. This American beauty has a perfect body and a sassy attitude; on each repeat viewing I notice another hot little moment as she strokes herself to an explosive climax, so I suspect she’s going to be a permanent fixture on my ‘favorites’ list!

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

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Date Night

Erotic fiction inspired by Hilary Wind in “Floral Mood

If you want to turn date night into something a little more exciting than the regular dinner, drinks and lights-out missionary fuck, why not be like me and get creative?

Date night is my domain, where I make the rules. This was my latest night out.

I took my man to a private club, members only, the kind of place where we could hire a room and not be disturbed. The owner was a friend of a friend, and allowed us to have a private function room, with a bar area, dance floor and seating area, all to ourselves after hours. Music was playing over the sound system, and there was plenty of room to dance, if we wanted. I sat my date down at the table, poured him a drink, kissed him and then pressed my finger to his lips, before he could speak.

I was wearing my come-fuck-me gold dress, so tight it clings to my ass like a second skin. So tight I know every pair of male eyes is watching me as I walk by. I wasn’t wearing anything else, though, nothing except my heels.

I left him sitting there and walked across the room like I was on a catwalk, every step calculated, each one taken to make my hips and ass wiggle inside my dress. When I got to the other side of the room I turned around to look at him. I could tell he was avidly paying attention from the way he was sitting, legs apart, as if his cock were watching me through his pants.

I gave him my most seductive smile, letting him know I wanted him too. Then I unzipped my dress down the back, letting it slip down to reveal my bare breasts. It was a good place to pose, standing up against a high-backed banquette. I arched my back and stuck out my ass invitingly, my dress clinging to my curves.

I bent over, peeling my dress down off my bottom as I went, sliding it down to my feet until I was standing there butt naked except for my sexy heels, smiling at him. I brushed my fingers over my freshly shaved pussy, feeling how smooth and soft it was.

I took a seat on the banquette and spread my thighs with a naughty smile as I started stroking my slit. I leaned back and dipped a finger into the wetness pooling there, staring right at him. I watched him shift in his seat, saw his cock grow hard in his pants. But he didn’t speak or move from his chair… good boy.

I pinched my nipples, felt them grow hard between my fingers, felt the mingled pleasure and pain of that pinch. It made my pussy tingle, my juices stir. He liked that, I could tell from the way he was tugging on the neck of his shirt. Now to make him love it.

I turned over in my seat, onto my knees, letting them slide apart as I grabbed the chair back. I could feel my ass cheeks parting, giving him the perfect view of my pussy, lips peeling open, juices trickling out between them.

I love getting fucked in this position, feeling his hard cock thrusting into me, as deep as it can go. I get wet thinking about it, picturing the way my man’s body slams up against my ass as he fucks me, the way he grabs my ass cheeks and squeezes them.

So I reached back and grabbed them myself, pulling them open for him, letting him feast his eyes on the sight of my tight asshole and juicy pussy. Damn, I was getting so wet and so turned on. Maybe I was getting off on this even more than he was. It took some control not to abandon my sexy show and just cram my fingers into my pussy like I would do if I were alone.

I lay down then, studying his reaction. He had his hand on his crotch, rubbing himself through his pants. He couldn’t resist touching himself, wanting me. I wanted him too; but not yet. He had to watch me first.

I stroked my slit and pushed a finger inside my slippery hole, smearing pussy juice over it. Then I stood up and walked over to him, reveling in my nakedness. I leaned down, so low, as if I was about to reach down and grab his cock, and I fed my finger into his mouth. He licked it, sucked on it, tasting me.

“Dance with me,” I whispered, “and you can have your fill of my pussy when we’re done.”

Then I walked back to the banquette and put on my dress. I pointed the finger he had sucked on straight at him, beckoning him over, swaying to the music.

Date night is my night. I’m in control. Always.

 

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The Art of Sex

Erotic Fiction inspired by Adel C in “Sweet Home 2

Sometimes it’s impossible to ignore the demands of your body, don’t you think? Though I try so hard to be a good girl, to favor intellectual pursuits over carnal pleasures, there are times when I just can’t ignore my own physical needs.

It’s funny how these desires come to me at the most unlikely times…

Only this morning I was sitting in my rocking chair, studying a heavy, hardback book on contemporary art, when a wave of carnality hit me. I tried to ignore it – this was not the time to be giving in to my body’s requests, I reasoned. My mind needed nourishment.

But my mind was having none of it. My mind presented some ideas of its own. Ideas in which studly men with erect cocks stood in front of me, like exhibits in a gallery, in various poses, each one offering a different sexual pleasure.

My mind had taken control and suddenly there I was, unbuttoning my shirt and toying with my nipples as the fantasy in my head played out. I was in a white walled gallery, alone but for the exhibits, my high heels clicking on the wooden floor. I was dressed as I was in reality, in a dark blouse and frilly pink panties.

In my fantasy, I was wearing headphones and listening to the commentary on the art in the room. Except it wasn’t art, and it wasn’t a commentary, it was like an audio menu that listed each stud in the room, told me their first name and what they could do for me.

Michael, for instance, was on his knees, hands out in front of him, bent forward just a little, his hard cock poised. “Michael will take you from behind,” the commentary said. “Get down on the floor in front of him on your hands and knees, then move backward until you can feel his penis against your vagina and he will begin.”

I put my book down on the floor and let my mind walk me around the room, introducing me to all the men in there as the commentary explained what sexual delights they provided.

My hand had wound its way into my panties and I was stroking my slit softly, eyes closed, feasting on the fantasy; my pussy getting wetter with every passing second.

In my head, I’d reached Trent. He was slender, youthful and cute, sitting cross-legged and hunched over, with his arms up and his face forward, head tilted and mouth open. “Take a seat in front of Trent,” the commentary said, “and he will eat your pussy for as long as you like.”

That was where I stopped, sitting and spreading my legs, just like I was at home. Instantly, I imagined Trent began to lap at my hole, his tongue probing my folds, flickering over my clit, dipping inside me. In reality my fingers were caressing my pussy and I was so wet, my juices spreading as my fingers roamed up and down my slit. I circled my clit, rubbing my cream over it, feeling it swell. It throbbed at the touch, responding to my waking dream, twitching as I imagined Trent’s tongue pressing up against it.

Then I moved off in my mind to another exhibit. Emilio was on his back, his rock-hard cock pointing straight up. “Turn your back on Emilio and sit down on his shaft. Ride him for all he’s worth,” the commentator said, and I did exactly as I was told. Now I was fingering my pussy so hard, two fingers deep inside me, imagining it was Emilio’s cock stretching me wide and plunging deep inside me.

I moved quickly to another cock, this one belonging to James, who was burly and muscular, kneeling with his knees wide apart so that his cock was close to the ground. I had lost the headphones now, but I knew what to do with James. I lay down on my side – both in reality and in my fantasy – and slid one leg beneath his balls, felt them dragging up the inside of my thigh as I moved into position. I raised one knee when his dick was nudging my ass and imagined him springing to life, entering me while I lay on my side like this, pounding into me to a steady rhythm. I enhanced the sexual fantasy with my own hand as I masturbated, slapping my palm against me as if it were James’s balls.

Time for Michael. I was on my knees, one hand reaching around my ass, fucking myself with my fingers. In my fantasy it was Michael drilling into me from behind, his hands on my hips, his sweat dripping from his chin and onto my asshole.

My excitement was increasing, in my head and in my home, feeling my orgasm building fast. As I came around my driving fingers, I fantasized that every exhibit in the room came too, surrounding me and jerking off over me, their cum coating my skin, spraying over my breasts, my face, my pussy and my ass.

It took some time for me to get up from the floor, and I just couldn’t find the will to return to my book then. I went out instead – to an art gallery.

“If I see any of those studs,” I thought as I walked through the door, “I’m going to fuck them right then and there and call it the greatest piece of art in the world!”

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