Tantra with Bad Dubbing

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

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 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

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.

This is xTalon and he's my good boy, because he always does what Mommy says. When he's really good, he's rewarded with his favorite toy -- Mommy's extra large dick.

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

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.

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.