Going Dutch with Tantra

Thanks to the pandemic, it's been a while since I've put a fist (or foot) in my gimp's ass. The preparation needed to prepare one's body for fisting is a Tantric practice, because stretching too quickly can be harmful. In this video, my gimp begins the slow, focused process of stretching his body to accommodate mine once again. Join us for the journey. --Goddess Erica

Tantra is deliciously slow. This footage is the beginning of a very long lovemaking session between my gimp and me. We don’t see each other as often as we’d like. So when we do, we take our time making up for lost time. I particularly enjoyed creating this one (In fact, I masturbated several times while editing it.) Please enjoy.

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 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.

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.

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.

Tight, slick, shiny and squeaky. Mmmm... wearing latex in the dungeon is so orgasmic.

Tantric sex isn't what you think it is. Sometimes it's slow, deliberate and sensual. Other times, it's a gleeful little bubble of chaos shared between two (or more) people. This video, filmed after a warm lakefront stroll, is the latter. We tumbled into bed after returning home, and I could not wait to put my mouth on him. His body hair and bellybutton lint had other plans, though. Join us, as we dance between erotic and playful; sinister and sweet.

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.