Dancing on His Face

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.

This 69 minute BJ video is epic. My gimp hasn’t been allowed to come for over six months, so I’m going to keep him #SoClose for over an hour. He begins to edge at 23 minutes. I allow him release at 50:50. But even then I’m not done with him. Because he’s not done until I’m done. And boy do I finish. P.S. If you like my #feet, stay after his big finale. You’ll be glad you did.

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.

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?

I'm on vacation writing my first book – erotic fiction – and I can't stop touching myself. What can I say? I'm inspired. And easily distracted. After you watch me enjoy myself here, feel free to follow my writing progress at www.DominationCoaching.com/Orgasmic-Life

I'm in Puerto Rico writing erotic fiction, and sometimes the easiest way to describe the feeling of transcendent pleasure is to create the feeling for yourself. Take a peek to see how I inspire myself, and when you're done – if you're curious – follow my writing journey at www.DominationCoaching.com/Orgasmic-Life

I love when he struggles beneath me.

When I worship myself, I take my time. I slowly savor the feel of my skin beneath my hands. I take my time expressing gratitude for every part I touch. I patiently offer myself blessings of acceptance. And my time is well spent. At the peak of my worship, the purest pleasure washes over me again and again. In these moments, I am fully one with myself. And nothing is more divine than that.

Hubby and I love the power struggle of edging together. This particular morning, we decided to have a quick, mostly clothed, mostly quiet session while Captain CB was distracted in the other room in remote class. #PandemicLife Things get really intense at the end, when hubby's pounding and prolonged eye contact triggered a delicious Tantric wave of emotion that brought me to tears. Did you see my MLNP tee? You can get one of your own here: www.teepublic.com/user/makelovenotporn/t-shirts

I contain multitudes. Today, I'm less Domme. More mom. It's a (mostly) quiet Saturday afternoon and hubby and I have escaped to my loft for some alone time. We take our time reacclimating to each other. We chat, touch playfully and slowly sink into our rhythm. That is, until we're interrupted. This isn't our first (or 100th) interruption, so we find our way back quickly. ...Until the neighbors get noisy. The hour long timestamp on this video is proof we weren't deterred. Enjoy.