Adorable blonde Violette Pink recently made her MetArt X debut, having already made an impression on our sister sites Viv Thomas and MetArt with her sweet looks and natural charm. The Czech cutie has such a smiley, happy temperament that she’s a lot of fun to be around, as I discovered when I met her on location with director Alis Locanta last year. Her sweet and rather innocent air is somewhat deceptive though; her movies reveal that her genuine love of life extends to the bedroom too!
Violette has made two movies to date with MetArt X director Charles Lakante. In both “La Teen” and “La Mujer Del Adios” she displays a seemingly insatiable drive for self-pleasure, exploring her slender, sexy body with an intensity that will make you wish you could reach out and touch her too.
You can see my full video interview with Violette here – you’ll love her infectious giggling – but here are a few highlights…
Violette, please tell us a little about yourself.
VP: I like to dance salsa, also pole dancing, and I really like painting, and listening to music.
What is your favorite thing about your appearance?
VP: My little tits!
What do you like about making movies?
VP: I wanted to try this work because it’s really different from normal life, and I wanted to meet new people. I like people. Joking and having fun, it’s the best thing. And traveling, finding new places that I would never have visited without this work.
Do you like to watch your own movies?
VP: No! Well, half and half. Because I like the comedy [the storylines] but the hard scenes…. no no no, I can’t watch this! But the comedies, it’s really funny for me. It makes me smile… but then I stop it and fast-forward to the end.
How would you describe your personality?
VP: I’m a little bit quiet, I think. I am blonde, not just my hair color! I really like jokes.
Are you a romantic?
VP: If I’m not at work, I want to have sex with my lover. Not with strangers. If I’m in love, it’s really a different feeling of enjoyment.
What was your first experience with another girl like?
VP: It was really funny, because it was the first time I saw a girl like ten centimetres away, and I didn’t know what to do! It’s not a cock, I really don’t know! Wow! It was a horrible time for me. After the first scene, I went home and found the places on my body, and thought, ‘Okay, this is the place!’ So the next time, I felt, ‘Okay, now I know everything!’ – no problem for me. But the first time, wow…
Do you like to masturbate? Fingers or toys?
VP: Yes. I need a toy! It’s not so easy for me, so I need a toy. Not only fingers, it’s boring. I do it maybe three or four times a week.
What’s your sexual fantasy?
VP: I’m on a bed, and around me there are five guys, massaging me. And one of them has sex with me, but the others just do the massage.
Do you remember your first kiss?
VP: Yes, it was at the cinema with my first boyfriend. It was funny because I was really young, so I didn’t know what a French kiss was, it was really wet! We were watching a film and he asked me, ‘Can I give you a kiss?’ and I said, ‘Really, do you want to? Ummm… okay, why not?’ Horrible!
How about your best orgasm?
VP: I was filming a solo scene, with a toy. Only the cameraman was there, nobody else. He gave me a big toy, a Hitachi massager – like a microphone! It was the first time I enjoyed it on camera.
Have you ever had a threesome in your personal life?
VP: Yes, once! Before, when I was in another job, we went in a group to a hotel in another city, and talked about our business, and at night we went to discos, and then back to the rooms, and… no sleep! It was with two guys. I never smiled so much during sex as I did that night!
Back in January, MetArt X director Charles Lakante invited members to contribute ideas for a movie, by suggesting a one-word question for a model to answer: you can read the post here.
The result of this collaboration can be seen today, and what an exciting project it’s proven to be. “Max Secrets” stars busty Asian beauty Paula Shy, who looks irresistible in sexy lingerie that showcases her incredible figure, as she talks about her sexuality and erotic experiences. It’s a charming insight into the gorgeous model’s life, and will certainly whet your appetite for what follows as she caresses her voluptuous curves and strokes her pussy to an intense orgasm. Thanks to all the members who got involved!
If there’s one difference between men and women that we can all agree on, it’s that men venerate masturbation. Not for nothing is the ‘jerk-off' hand gesture recognized by people the world over; there isn’t a man or woman alive who doesn’t know what those curled fingers and thumb being waved at them mean. They joke about it, call each other jerks, are proud of it even, confessing to each other how many times they can do it in one day. They even make movies about it. It’s such a common theme, men and masturbation, that if you think of the word “jerk” you think in masculine terms. Male masturbation overshadows women’s masturbation to such an extent that it practically eclipses it entirely.
Except the research suggests otherwise. Gossard surveyed 1,000 women between the ages of 18 and 30 in 2008 and found that 92% of them regularly masturbated, with more than 60 percent of subjects reporting that they enjoyed masturbation at least three times a week. This might be misleading, perhaps because the survey only received responses from women that wanted to report on their onanistic tendencies, as a more in depth study by the Indiana University, the National Survey of Sexual Health And Behavior, reported that 23 percent of men aged between 25 and 29 masturbated regularly each week compared to only 7 percent of women from the same age group.
No one would argue that women masturbate more than men, but let’s not forget that we women also enjoy self-pleasuring. Which begs the question, what do women masturbate about? The male stereotype is a guy sitting in front of a screen masturbating to porn, but there is no stereotype for female onanism.
It’s not an easy question to answer. I’m sure I could go out onto the streets as a woman with a microphone in my hand and ask passing men what they jerked off to and many of them would answer honestly, but I’m not so sure many women would speak to me. To find out the truth from at least some women, I turned to my friends. To be sure that they could be honest while remaining anonymous, I got a little piggy bank and asked each of them to write their answers down and put them in the bank, which would be smashed open once everyone had replied. Some of them you may find surprising, some of them you’d think were written by men and others you’ll recognize as yourself.
So here they are, 15 honest and anonymous confessions by women aged between 18 and 46. I’ve given them some false names just to remind you that these are women.
There’s a man I see every day on my commute to work. I don’t find him attractive at all, he’s rough and mean looking. In reality, if he came near me, I’d walk away, but in my fantasies I think about him on the train, turning to face me through the crowds, taking his penis out and masturbating. It’s not him jerking off that I think much about, it’s him slowly turning to face me and then slowly unzipping his pants and reaching for his cock. What’s he going to do? That’s what’s been turning me on recently.
I watch gay porn. Specifically, muscular men in women’s underwear being dominated by ladyboys. It’s a bit weird but in my head, I’m thinking about what it would be like to have a penis. I see it as a woman with a cock because weirdly I’m not into seeing two guys together. I have a vibrator that bends just right so I use that the wrong way around and I can imagine I have a cock coming out of my pussy while I’m pressing it into my clitoris.
On a trip to Europe with my parents when I was 18 I met a man staying in the same hotel. He was much older. We went to his room and had the best sex I’ve ever had. It’s still my go to fantasy.
Nothing. But I don’t masturbate for the pleasure of it very often at all. I do it when I need to cum, when I’m so tense that I need a release. I have to be standing up and I do it very fast!
My husband’s friends. I don’t want to have sex with them, but I fantasize a lot about them watching me having sex with my husband or masturbating in front of them. I don’t see my husband’s face in these fantasies, as I am always in a position where I am looking directly at the friend I’m thinking of. It’s kind of like saying, “look at what you’ll never get.”
I almost always fantasise about foreplay. It reminds me of times before I had sex, when I still didn’t know what it was like to have a man inside me and everything was new and strange and exciting. I go back to memories of boyfriends and dates, hands inside my panties, hard cocks straining and hot in my hand, the intensity of those moments and the silent urgency of it.
Porn. Homemade stuff. Nothing in particular, just anything that looks like the people fucking are really into it. Good sex can’t be faked and it’s very sexy to watch, doesn’t matter how good or bad looking the people are. I’ve recently been wondering about going to a swingers’ party. Also, I really like watching other girls masturbate. MetArt X has been a revelation to me, I watch the movies a LOT and remember the hottest bits when I frig off!
I’m not thinking about stuff other than how good it feels. I masturbate against things. Door handles, table edges, the shower door. I have always preferred rubbing up against things to physically touching myself, I used to rub up against my pillow as a teenager. I’m usually not naked. I’m thinking about how good it feels and how I shouldn’t be doing it, and that just makes me do it more.
Strangers. People I’ve never met, people I’ve made up in my head. Sometimes one, often more. Flashes of orgiastic scenes, bodies writhing. The sounds of sex, the smells, the pain and pleasure of it. Nothing concrete or tangible, no special people or particular sex acts. All of it.
I have a thing for the local weatherman. He seems so nice and attractive, I fantasize about seducing him. Turing him from a sweet man into a fuck machine.
My husband, believe it or not. I think about him doing manly stuff around the house. He’s at his most sexy when he’s chopping wood in the yard. I love watching him when he’s being strong and powerful.
Cops. Film stars. Sometimes both, movie stars in cop uniforms. Coming to my home, knocking on my door, seducing me on the doorstep. Crazy, right? Gets me off, though!
BDSM. Being a slave to a dominatrix. I found some very kinky stories on MyErotica.com and they play right into my fantasies.
Frat parties from my college days. A lot of wild sex went on in college. I had a lot of good times. Enough to enjoy in my memory over and over again.
Prisons. Like, being in a prison cell with four cons for the night. Also, having lesbian sex for the first time.
How about you?
Whenever Michael goes away on business, I make sure that he comes home to a very warm welcome.
Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but for me, absence makes my pussy wet. The first day Michael’s away is fine, probably because I’ve fucked him the night before, but by day two I start to miss him, and by the evening, what I miss most is his cock.
Can you imagine how horny I am by day three? Thankfully, he’s rarely away for longer than three days and I can keep myself busy preparing for his return – I go mad tidying the house, cleaning, wiping, adjusting ornaments, readjusting them. I can’t sit still, it’s like I’m waiting for Santa Claus or something.
Last week, Michael was away from Monday until Friday and I was like a leopard on heat by the time the sun rose on the end of the week. I was so antsy that I completely failed to get anything ready – no meal on the table, no fine wine, I hadn’t even bought new underwear. I tried to get some food prepared, but my mind wandered so much that I found myself in the kitchen with a cheese grater in one hand and the other down my pants, playing with myself.
So I went upstairs to get changed, but as soon as I had my pants off and was standing in front of the mirror, I was touching myself again. I flitted back and forth between kitchen and bedroom, getting nothing done except pussy stroking, and all of a sudden it was 6pm and the doorbell was ringing.
It was Michael, right on time, but all I had on was a pair of socks. I was so fucking horny by then that I didn’t care. That doorbell put an end to all the waiting, all those hours spent touching myself thinking about my man and his dick.
I dashed down the stairs in my socks, and opened the door butt naked. There was Michael with a look on his face that was priceless.
“Hi honey,” I purred, leaning up against the doorframe. “Have you missed me?”
“Hell, yeah!” grinned Michael.
I smiled at him, then turned around and walked away, wiggling my ass just so. When I reached the foot of the stairs, I stopped and parted my legs a little, listening for the sound of the front door closing. At the click of the lock I looked over my shoulder, and ran a hand between my legs. I heard Michael drop his bags and breathe out heavily like he does whenever I turn him on, so I started to crawl up the stairs on hands and knees, nice and slow.
I was so wet, I knew that from where he was standing, Michael would be able to see my pussy was peeling open and glistening with my juices. Just as I was wondering whether he was going to stand there watching or come upstairs, Michael dashed up three steps and grabbed hold of my hips, stopping me from going any further.
“I have missed this so much,” he said, his breath brushing my ass.
He leaned in and licked my pussy from clit to asshole, burying his tongue up me hungrily. I could feel his cock pressing up against my foot through his pants, stiff as a rock and pulsing, so I started to rub his cock with my feet; not so easy on my hands and knees with my pussy full of tongue!
It would be nice to say we had one of those amazing porn movie fucks where we did everything imaginable, but that would be a lie. Truth is, I’d been playing with myself for so long, I was ready to cum the moment I opened the door, and I must have driven Michael to distraction as soon as he saw me.
He stopped eating my pussy and pulled off his pants, then with his knees he pushed my feet apart and knelt between them. When he sank his full length into me I couldn’t help but groan – such a wonderful release! Gripping me by the hips, tight, Michael fucked like we only had minutes left to live; hammering into my pussy faster and harder, until I could no longer moan. My approaching orgasm made every single muscle in my body tense until – boom – all the tension of the last few days erupted out of me.
Michael was fucking me so hard that when he came he shot into my pussy, then pulled out too far and came over my socks, then plunged his cock back inside for another blast – by the time he had finished cumming, it was everywhere. Up my back, on my ass, in my pussy, dripping down my thighs and all over my socks.
As welcome home fucks go, it might not have been impressive, but it felt fan-fucking-tastic!
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