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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!

 

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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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!

 

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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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…

 

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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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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