Tantric Trample 2

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

Does kissing count as sex? In the porn world, kissing is an optional check box on the escalator to penetration. But with #Tantra, kissing can become the most satisfying destination. In this video, you'll get a glimpse of how my gimp and I make love using only touch, eye contact, kissing and laughter. p.s. Does it count as #PeriodSex if I never took off my panties? I #Thinx so...

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

I love when he struggles beneath me.

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.

I love hiking in woods with my gimp. Especially when he's hungry.

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.

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

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.