Solo Tantra

After my December #RealWorldSex Watch Party (with MLNP founder, Cindy Gallop, as my guest co-host), my gimp got on his knees and worshipped me with his mouth. It was a pretty good night. Speaking of good, have you been to one of my virtual #RealWorldSex Watch Parties? If not, where have you been? Every month on the 20th, I choose a theme and share my favorite selections of MLNP previews. Want to join in? Visit https://realworldsex-watchparty23-goddesserica.eventbrite.com to RSVP, or reach out to the the MLNP curators to have one of your videos featured. All video previews are shared with each featured MLNPstar’s permission.

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.

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.

My gimp isn’t allowed to come without my permission, but that doesn’t stop me from giving him pleasure as I’m receiving it. This video is the second of four from a long evening of lovemaking. And although I’m the one trying to suck his soul out, it would appear, in the end, my gimp gets the better of his Goddess. #OrgasmControl #GoingDutch #Tantra

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.

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.

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

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

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'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