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Chase Me

March 20, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Elle Tan in “Country Fun

Elle runs from you, slipping away into the wheat field; but not too fast. She wants you to chase her, and you do, approaching slowly, curious to see what she has planned.

You find her gloriously naked, lying back in a clearing she’s trampled down, sunlight giving her a golden glow. She smiles that naughty smile you adore as she licks her fingers and then trails them down to her breasts, teasing her nipples until you see them stiffen to points.   

You hold your breath in anticipation as her hand slides down. She pauses, just for a moment, as her fingertips reach her smooth mound, her sexy tan lines drawing your eye to the pale triangle where her thighs meet. And then she parts them, and you can see the hot pink of her slit already glistening with moisture.

Her smile turns sultry as she rolls over, wiggling her ass at you temptingly. Then she rises up to her hands and knees, so you have the perfect view as one finger pushes into that tight slot. She draws it out again slowly, with a soft moan. Her eyes flutter closed as she licks her sweetness from her finger and then pushes it inside again, more forcefully this time. She’s usually so shy about masturbating in front of you, so to see her behaving so wantonly is incredibly arousing.

Her fingers find their rhythm, and as her moans grow louder and more breathless, you realize it’s no longer a performance for you; she’s immersed in her own pleasure, fucking herself for real, intent on the sensations her thrusting fingers are provoking. You keep silent, half believing she’s forgotten you’re there. You can see her body trembling, her hips rocking back to impale herself deeper, lips parted in a gasp of lust. But as she starts to orgasm, her eyes snap open, holding yours, sharing the intensity in the most intimate gaze, so it’s almost as if you’re experiencing it too.

And then she rolls on to her back, gasping and giggling and blushing, and beckons you closer with one wet finger…

 

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Spin Cycle

March 04, 2019 - by: Rose

Excerpt from a true confession on MyErotica.com dedicated to Satin Stone in “Wash Day 2” 

“Damn, that ass! Are you trying to kill me?”

We’re cleaning up the morning after a wild night; I’m on my hands and knees with my head in the washing machine, checking for stray dog hair before I load it. I am absolutely not thinking about sex. I am thinking about laundry, deadlines, grocery shopping; except now I am thinking about sex, because I can feel his eyes on my ass. I guess my little shorts are pretty tight.

“Come on baby, shake that ass for me,” he says.

I laugh, wiggling my rear, hearing him groan. He’s an ass man, and I know he’s already picturing bending me over the washer and fucking me slow and steady from behind. And now I’m picturing it too and I can feel my shorts getting creamy where they’re snug against my pussy, the seam in the perfect spot to tease between my lips.

“I’m amazed you can even get it up after last night,” I say.

“That ass could wake the dead,” he says. “Hey, I have an idea…” He steps closer and I’m expecting to feel his big hands grab my ass cheeks; but instead he reaches past me to the laundry basket and stuffs the contents into the washer. “I’ve never fucked you over this bad boy, have I?” he grins. I watch him measure out detergent and fabric softener, concentrating despite the growing bulge tenting out his pants. He turns the machine on, and I bend over it obligingly, feeling the first rumbles as it fills with water and the drum begins to turn.

Now his hands do move to my ass, stroking and squeezing. He pushes up against me, his cock rigid, pressing between my cheeks. I can’t help squirming, needing the friction against my pussy, shorts clinging stickily. How the hell does he get me this horny, this quickly, every single time?

I can feel him laughing to himself as he rocks against me. I’d call it dry humping but the anticipation and the vibrations from the washer have me soaking wet. He slides my shorts down, peeling them away from my juiced up slit, kneeling, spreading my cheeks. I know he’s taking a good long look, admiring my tight asshole.

He makes me gasp by touching the wet tip of his tongue to my tight pucker, before running it down into the slick groove between my pussy lips. He grips my cheeks tighter to make my lips peel open for his tongue, and I shuffle my feet wider apart, granting him the most intimate access. His firm lapping at my clit works its magic, so when he wets up his fingers in my pussy and presses one against my asshole I relax and let him slide it in. The insistent probing of his finger causes delicious sensations that conspire with the ripples of pleasure created by his dancing tongue and the steady throb of the machine to drive me crazy.

My pussy is aching to be filled. I need his cock in me, now.

I only have to tell him, fuck me, and he’s on his feet, pants down, the head of his cock nudging against my soaked opening. He holds me in that desperate state of anticipation, my whole body vibrating with need – then thrusts into me. That blissful moment of penetration, his cock stretching me open, is perfection; better even than orgasm.

He pulls back and drives in again just to hear me moan, then again and again, the giddy rush of endorphins making me lightheaded. I’m soon pushing back to meet each stroke as he slams into me, his fingers gripping my hips, our flesh slapping, the rumbling vibration of the washer rising with our mingled cries.  

I don’t want to cum yet, I want to ride the waves of heat and spiralling tension that sweep through me each time his cock plunges in, keeping me in this suspended state of cock-drunk delirium; but he knows how to play my body like a virtuoso. He thrusts into me to the hilt and stays buried deep, grinding on my G-spot as he reaches around to rub my clit. In seconds my cunt is clutching and spasming around his shaft, my orgasm exploding through me.

He slides out slowly and carefully when I stop shaking, lets me sink to my knees to taste myself from his cock. I lose myself in licking long stripes up his shaft, my body slowly calming and shifting into that utterly engrossed, exultant state that suffuses me whenever I suck cock. Lips wrapped around it, I take it deeper and deeper, gradually increasing the pressure, relaxing my throat to engulf him. I pause at the base, inhaling his scent, lips tight around the thick root stretching my lips wide, tongue lapping the underside. His hand is around my ponytail, holding my head still as I let him set the rhythm and fuck my mouth; then pulling me off him with a groan as my sucking threatens to push him over the edge.

Now he lifts me to my feet, then picks me up and sets me down on top of the washer. The metal is shockingly cold against my bare ass. He squeezes his shaft with his fingers to make the rising pressure subside, and then thrusts back into me, roughly, grinning as the spin cycle suddenly kicks in. The tremors career through me, accelerating wildly until it feels like I’m sitting on a giant vibrator. It’s so intense all I can do is hang on as he power-fucks me. The machine kicks up another notch, shaking and bumping, each jolt catching me off-guard and sending a spike of sensation through me. We rise to a climax together, the washer and I; he plunges in deep and holds me tight, impaled on his cock, growling as he feels my cunt pulse erratically around him. He grips my ass with both hands, ramming in even deeper; and then he’s cumming too, tugging my hair and biting my neck, his cock jerking inside me, a hot gush filling me. We come down gradually, along with the washer, laughing at how crazy-intense it felt. We’ve had plenty of fierce and feverish sex, but nothing quite so powerfully mechanized.

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Watching Sybil Undress

February 18, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Sybil A in “Dress To Impress 2

Waiting for Sybil to get ready can take minutes or hours – and honestly, the longer the better, because she’ll always let you watch. First, she undresses; and no matter how many times you’ve seen those perfect breasts, the moment when her shirt falls open to reveal them is always breathtaking. Today she pretends not to hear your involuntary murmur of approval, sorting through her underwear drawer and choosing a white lace bra that enhances her divine cleavage and shows a hint of nipple. She slips her shorts off, bending forward teasingly so you catch a glimpse of her smooth, plump pussy lips as she pulls on the matching panties.

She’s not done making you wait yet, so she takes the sexy lingerie off and puts on a pretty turquoise set that makes her look good enough to eat. She picks out a dress; surely the show’s not over yet, not when she’s worked you up into a fever pitch of anticipation? But no, she’s turned herself on too, and now she looks right at you and gives you that naughty smile, the one that says she knows exactly what you want to see next.

The bra comes off and she strokes and squeezes those beautiful breasts. She’s too impatient for pleasure to keep teasing now and her panties rapidly follow, so her fingers can find their way straight to her clit, rubbing in rapid circles, making her gasp and arch her back. Is she so immersed in her own sensual enjoyment that she’s forgotten you’re watching? Oh, not at all; her searing hot gaze as she sits and spreads her thighs wide tells you how excited she is to feel your eyes on her.

Her fingers move faster, drawing out her orgasm until it explodes through her, so intense it makes her body shake like a leaf. She catches her breath slowly, smiling, a little shy now. She should really get dressed… but there’s still time to play, if you’d like to?

 

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Watching the Sexy Secretary’s Erotic Show

January 28, 2019 - by: Rose

Erotic fiction inspired by Lena Raz in “After Work

Lena looks so demure in her tight jacket and heels, her hair pinned up in a severe bun – but you know different. After a day spent exchanging dirty messages, her pussy is throbbing under that tight skirt, excitement moistening her panties.

She can’t even wait to get home; as soon as the working day is done, she makes straight for the spot on the stairs where she knows the security camera will find her. You’re the only one left at the security desk, and this private show is for you, and you alone.

Sliding her skirt up her thighs, flashing the lace stocking tops that she knows turn you on like crazy, she starts to tease, rubbing her hot pussy through her panties. You wonder if her fingers are getting wet. You wish it were you touching her like that. She’s too horny to draw out the tease though, and soon tugs the panties away from her sticky crotch, baring her shaved slit to the camera. You imagine you can see cream glistening between her lips as she gets on her knees, wriggling her beautiful ass, pushing her fingers inside. Yes, fuck yourself, just like that, you silently urge her on, loving the sexy way her slender body bucks and writhes under her own touch.

For a moment you think she’s forgotten you’re watching – she’s so lost in her own pleasure – but then she grabs her pen to give you a naughty show, twirling it around in the slippery entrance to her slit, dipping it deeper. Her back arches as her orgasm hits – the first of many tonight, if you know Lena – and although you can’t hear her gasps and moans you can imagine them.

Looking up at the camera, she blows you a kiss as she straightens her clothes. And then she’s gone; but she’ll be waiting for you in your usual spot…

 

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Delicate Strokes

January 06, 2019 - by: Junkman

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

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

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

“It’s a magical thing,” I say.

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

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

“Come, watch me inside,” she says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com


If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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How Lena likes it...

December 10, 2018 - by: Michael

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Dance of Lust

November 26, 2018 - by: Michael

Erotic fiction inspired by Ivy Wolfe in “Feel Me Moving

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

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

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

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

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

 

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The Gift Of Orgasm

November 19, 2018 - by: Naomi

Erotic fiction inspired by Tracy Lindsay in “Fan Club 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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Breakup Rubdown

November 12, 2018 - by: Junkman

Erotic fiction inspired by Jasmine Jazz in “Not Her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

About the author: The Junkman is a contributing writer for the MetArt Network, blending his twin passions for erotic storytelling and high-class porn. He shares a range of musings at JunkPixels.com

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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Sexy swimsuit sweetheart

November 05, 2018 - by: George

Erotic fiction inspired by Adria Rae in “Red Shades

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

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

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

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

"You sure? She's a handful."

"I'll bet – is she like you?"

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

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

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

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

"Mmmm, ya like that Greg?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I cum inside you?"

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

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

 

If you enjoy erotic fiction and would like to contribute some of your own, you can email it to fanfiction@metart.com. We don't promise to post it in full, but we will pick out the juiciest bits to share! To see more stories and true confessions, check out our free fiction site, MyErotica.com

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