Trampled by a Goddess

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

Hubby and I love the power struggle of edging together. This particular morning, we decided to have a quick, mostly clothed, mostly quiet session while Captain CB was distracted in the other room in remote class. #PandemicLife Things get really intense at the end, when hubby's pounding and prolonged eye contact triggered a delicious Tantric wave of emotion that brought me to tears. Did you see my MLNP tee? You can get one of your own here: www.teepublic.com/user/makelovenotporn/t-shirts