Spring Break at Grandma's

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.

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 69 minute BJ video is epic. My gimp hasn’t been allowed to come for over six months, so I’m going to keep him #SoClose for over an hour. He begins to edge at 23 minutes. I allow him release at 50:50. But even then I’m not done with him. Because he’s not done until I’m done. And boy do I finish. P.S. If you like my #feet, stay after his big finale. You’ll be glad you did.

It's Dry January, and for this Tantric Dominatrix that means no sex. According to my rules (who else is going to tell me what to do?), I can kiss, cuddle, touch and be touched. So here in my first MLNP video, I'm slowly savoring the taste, scent and feel of my partner as we exchange energy while kissing and embracing. No one came. No one complained either. I hope you enjoy as much as we did. p.s. peep the cameo by my red Thinx #period panties. ;)

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

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.

This is the final of four videos captured from a two hour lovemaking session between me and my gimp. All of it is unscripted and all of it is Tantric. During the first few minutes, we playfully use each others bodies to stretch before getting back to business. It’s a sweet, quiet moment that slips into body worship. With explosive results.

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.

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?

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.