Tantric Edge

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

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

I love when he struggles beneath me.

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

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 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.

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

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.

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?

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.