Eaten by a Bear in the Woods

After my December #RealWorldSex Watch Party (with MLNP founder, Cindy Gallop, as my guest co-host), my gimp got on his knees and worshipped me with his mouth. It was a pretty good night. Speaking of good, have you been to one of my virtual #RealWorldSex Watch Parties? If not, where have you been? Every month on the 20th, I choose a theme and share my favorite selections of MLNP previews. Want to join in? Visit https://realworldsex-watchparty23-goddesserica.eventbrite.com to RSVP, or reach out to the the MLNP curators to have one of your videos featured. All video previews are shared with each featured MLNPstar’s permission.

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?

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.

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.

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'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

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.

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

I love when he struggles beneath me.