Solo Tantra

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?

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.

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.

Nothing is more divine than the sound of making love. In this footage, my husband is worshipping my temple with his mouth, and the #ASMR is worth turning your #SoundUp for. #YoniWorship

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.