Tantric ASMR

Who says play can’t be intimate? My heart is open as I feel my ugly boy’d tongue glide over the soles of my feet. Again, and again and again… It’s truly Tantric.

When it comes to being a working parent, there’s not a lot of down time. If you don’t schedule intentional breaks, it’s easy to end up tending to everyone else’s needs but your own. This video was captured by Big Daddy on a day off from work when no one else was home, and I love how he put forethought and planning into his self-pleasure. In true Dad fashion, he came prepared with gadgets, toys and TWO different kinds of lube. He even laid down a towel (which comes in handy at the end!)

This is the final of four videos captured from a two hour lovemaking session between me and my gimp. All of it is unscripted and all of it is Tantric. During the first few minutes, we playfully use each others bodies to stretch before getting back to business. It’s a sweet, quiet moment that slips into body worship. With explosive results.

Sometimes his worship is peaceful. And sometimes it's enthusiastic. This video a beautiful example of both.

I found myself a little distracted while writing saucy posts for MLNP's blog feed (https://makelovenotporn.medium.com/) so I decided to treat myself (and you!) to a #procrasturbation break.

This is the third of four videos from a long night of lovemaking with my gimp. When the video begins you may notice the foreplay is longer than the “action”. With Tantra, cuddling, kissing and eye gazing are all experienced as sex. Watch as we move through the same buildup, tingles, anticipation and release as a “regular” lovemaking session even before I mount his face and gleefully dance on it. #RealWorldSex

It was a hot summer night after our #RealWorldSex Watch Party (monthly, every 20th!) and we were in the dungeon, so we decided to get sweaty. If you're curious about wearing latex clothes, this video shows you almost every reason why it's so much fun.

Every single part of my body deserves love, so I end my daily bath ritual with a slow, deliberate oil massage. I begin at my feet, caressing the oil upwards towards my heart, and with each intentional breath, I inhale the scent of my skin kissed with lavender and vibrating with arousal. Spend the morning with me?

Time alone is a rare, blissful treat, so this morning I took a few minutes to commune with my pleasure. For almost nine minutes, my body barely moves as I narrow my focus to a single point just beneath my fingers. Join me for the ride.

This is what happens when two foot fetishists practice Tantra. I love having my feet licked and he loves licking my feet. Together, we’re a match made in… well, I AM a Goddess. Our quiet, languidly slow foot worship scene is a feast for the eyes, ears, and (in the case of my ugly boy) mouth. Enjoy.