Welcome Farrah Day-Cage to Rikochanpornstar!

Farrah Day-Cage

Isn’t Farrah Day-Cage gorgeous? I’m so happy to be able to share her with you!

Hi everyone: please join me in welcoming my clever, sexy, and bold friend Farrah Day-Cage to Rikochanpornstar.com. I’m really hoping that this will be the first of many posts and pictures she shares here—or anywhere: I’m not selfish! As long as there are more stories and pictures (and maybe someday video?) of her out there for us all to enjoy, the world will be a much better and sexier place for it! You can follow Farrah Day-Cage (I love that name!) on her Twitter accountPlease, please, please leave nice comments for her so that maybe she’ll share with us again someday soon, because obviously there is a lot more to her story! And–who knows–if you make her really happy, maybe she’ll come and shoot some clips with me someday! Now, without any more from me, I’m going to let Farrah talk for herself! 

Farrah Day-Cage clitoris and bush

I may be smooth, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love bush on other people! I want to run my fingers through Farrah’s gorgeous hair, and that enormous clitty…delicious!

I like the feeling of having my panties be full. To be so turned on that it’s obvious to someone watching, that I can’t hide it. Being watched is also hot. So of course I was interested in showing my clit off, especially as I got into pumping and enlargement. I was introduced to pumping years ago, at Burning Man, of all places. The camp was all guys, and pretty guy focused, but I was nosey and perked up right away when I saw the nipple pumps.

“You can totally use that on a clit!”

“Well…yes, actually. You can.”

“Let’s do it!”

Farrah Day-Cage pulling back the hood of her big clit

I want to be the one pulling back her clit hood, so that I can suck at the glans…

The camp was amused and amazed and happily helped me figure out the basics of clit pumping. They guided me through lubing up and easing the tube into place. When the first pull on the pump started, I felt pressure, then suction. Gentle at first, then slowly more persistent as blood flowed to my clit. There wasn’t any pain, instead a warm, pulsing pull focused squarely on my throbbing clit. I kept squirming adjusting to the new sensation and looking down at just how much I was growing in the tube. By the time the tube came off, the camp attendees all crowded around to marvel at how fat my clit was and moan about how tasty it looked. I got turned on being on display for them…just writing about this has turned me on now!

The camp planner gifted me my first tube and pump and sent me back into the default world, and a pumping fan was born. I pumped off and on over the years, but got to the point where I wanted to try something more structured, more on than off. As my clit grew, I started experimenting with different forms of masturbating.

Farrah Day-Cage and Buck Off

Farrah’s wearing her Buck Off in this shot! I can’t believe how hot it makes me to think of her wearing this under her clothes walking around packing, feeling that, and no one knows!

There’s this interesting toy called the Buck Off. It’s a stroker created for transmen’s cocks—think Fleshlight—but it happens to also be a lot of fun for a femme with a big clit!  When the Buck Off came out, I was on it! The thing I liked about it was not just how it felt on my clit, but how, if the suction was right, I could wear it. I could fill my panties and have suction on my clit, at the same time! So now, I’m “packing,” if you can call it that, more often. It’s just so cute to me, to have that hot bulge wrapped in cute lingerie! The feeling I get when I take it off is so wonderful, and my clit is so hard, I want to show it off all over again! Everyone that’s seen it has been really appreciative so far, which makes me want to show it off a little more.

I like it when my panties are full. I like it when I can show my clit to an appreciative audience. I like that Rikochan is egging me on.  And if you’re nice, I’ll show it off some more for you.

Farrah Day-Cage large clit glans

This is how I imagine Farrah Day-Cage’s huge clit, hovering above me, just before she lowers between my waiting lips, that perfect moment…

That’s it from Farrah Day-Cage for now everyone! If you want to see more of her, please leave a comment saying so! ~Riko

Rikochan’s Boob Thoughts, Part I: Bigger Muscles, Smaller Boobs

Rikochan's tiny tits

I’m definitely getting thicker all over, but my boobs are looking smaller and smaller. And that’s ok!

I’m getting bigger. I’m growing. My sizes are going up. I weigh more. My thighs are meatier. My ass is rounder. My arms are thicker. My shoulders and traps are swelling. Sure, you guys are all focused on the changing size of a different part of my anatomy, and that’s cool, too. But it’s not clit growth that I’m talking about right now. I’m talking about putting on pure size as my body grows and changes with every hour I put in on the iron, every extra gram of protein I eat, every extra minute of recovery sleep I get in. I’m getting serious about my lifting again, and my body has started to change again, too. The only things that are looking smaller are my boobs.

I don’t think they’ve actually shrunk a whole lot yet, mind you. I’m still an American B-cup, I guess, or a Japanese C-cup. I don’t wear a bra, so I don’t know for sure. (I just wear nipple shields.) But as my chest and lats and back get bigger and bigger, my poor little boobs look smaller and smaller proportionally, as the same amount of soft tissue has to cover the growing slabs of muscle underneath. If and when I diet down again, I’ll have a very androgynous chest. Yes I can hear some of you saying I already have one, and that’s fine, too. But I mean really androgynous, like, “you got your mother in a world where she’s not sure if you’re a boy or a girl” androgynous. (I love that song!)

Muscle tits

I’m getting close to the tipping point where my muscles make my boobs look small!

I know, because I’ve dieted down to nearly ripped before since I started lifting (but before I started blogging and really taking pictures faithfully, sadly), and I lost my boobs entirely. Because they have always been little and because of their Asian champagne-glass shape, they literally just shrink away.

There were no tiny leftover vestigial tits the way there can be if you diet away big hanging titties. I’m most definitely not knocking that look, which I see on some of my favorite female bodybuilders who haven’t gotten implants. It’s damned sexy to me. All boobs are damned sexy to me, of course, but there’s something special about boobs that have been through some things, whether it’s bodybuilding and the dieting and hormones that go with it or just the way boobs change when you’ve had a kid or two and nursed them. I love the look of Mom nipples! More on that in Part II, though.

But I’m getting off track…The point is, when I got really skinny for the last time (so far, I mean; not saying it won’t happen again), I had nothing left but nipples and areolae. When my nips weren’t erect, I had what looked like a slightly athletic teenage boy’s chest. To be honest, though, I didn’t get to see that very often, though, as my nipples are pretty nearly always a little erect, and pretty much anytime I looked at my (to me) freaky chest naked, they poked right out and stood right up!

Rikochan muscle chest

Shadows and lingerie make me look like I have boobs still, but there’s barely enough to fill a cupped hand…

I still remember the first time my partner pointed out just how flat I’d gotten. He was a little tentative, like I might be upset about it, mourning my boobs or whatever. He was like, “Wow, your body is changing so fast,” as he leaned down and ran his fingers over my chest as I lay stretched out on the bed beneath him while he fucked me–slowly, for the moment. I knew they had gotten much smaller, but I’d been paying so much attention to my abs and my legs that I hadn’t really realized just how flat-chested I had gotten.

“It’s because I have my arms over my head,” I said. He smiled. “Try putting your arms down by your sides.” I did, and I was shocked to see that there was hardly any difference, and what there was was almost all muscle. I looked up at him, and said, do you mind, that I have no breasts right now?” And he ran his fingers over the hard muscle where my curves used to be, and said, “Fuck, no!  You’re hot when you’re soft and curvy with boobs, and you’re hot when you’re ripped and hard without them. I get to explore a whole new body. It’s sexy because it’s like I’m fucking a completely different person. Honestly, I feel like I’m cheating on old you with new you!” I know he was telling the truth, because he fucked me harder and rougher than he ever had (but not harder or rougher than I wanted him to).

Small boobs

My boobs are actually pretty close to the same size, despite how they look in this picture!

Later, when we were lying next to each other and he was stroking my muscle chest and lazily tracing the shape of my pecs, after we had caught our breath but before the throbbing glowing feeling had warn off, I asked him, “But will you be sad if I don’t stay this thin? It probably won’t last very long.” He laughed,  and pinched my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. “No! Then I’ll be cheating on hardbody you with future pinup girl you, or future BBW you. I’ll be excited all over again.”

Yeah, that was a good night. Not that I need other people to approve of my body, but, you know…it does feel nice.

Anyhow, right now I’m not in danger of getting ripped, but my boobs are looking smaller and smaller. Next week I have to interrupt my bulking to diet for a civilian photoshoot, though, and then my boobs really will start to shrink, and fast. And I’m ok with that. I’m ok with smaller boobs, though I do love big boobs, as anyone who’s read this blog know. And I’d like to have a pair someday, even if just for a while. I have an ideas about that, but it might not be what you might think. I’ll talk about it soon, in part II of this post!

 

My Second Muscle Worship Session With Mistress Treasure

Mistress Treasure's Big Back

That big, broad, beautiful back! Mistress Treasure is a tremendous inspiration…

I’m always happy to be able to tell my friends and fans about a brand-new Rikochan video, but it’s especially exciting when it’s a new muscle worship video with Mistress Treasure, my incredibly sexy, muscle dominatrix friend! Judging by the response to all the videos I’ve posted of us, you guys agree too! This latest Mistress Treasure muscle worship video is back to the basics that a lot of you have asked for…me running my hands all over Mistress Treasure’s amazing hard body.

Mistress Treasure Muscle Worship Love

I’ve shot with Mistress Treasure twice now, and there are four videos up on my clips4sale showing us having a lot of fun with each other and even with a boy slave, in one case! There’s even a 5th clip of us together on the way. My clips with Mistress Treasure are some of my most popular videos of all time, which I totally get. They’re ones that I myself like to go back and watch often! What’s not to love, those amazing muscles as hard as steel under that gorgeous gleaming skin, her sexy domme confidence, and those amazing nipples and Mistress Treasure’s crazy amazing clit! I don’t know if it shows up in videos, but Mistress T is also just a really kind and generous person. I always feel happy and drained and sexy and satisfied after I get to play with her. There’s just something about her strong sexuality that I’m always excited by. Plus, she always encourages me in my own bodybuilding, and she’s had some really good tips for me, too.

Rock-hard delts

I’ve got Mistress Treasure’s Back!

As you all know, I’m a huge fan of female muscle, and I’ve never had a better chance to experience it up close than I have with Mistress Treasure. I’ve made two Mistress Treasure muscle worship videos, one dominatrix lessons video, and one clit comparison video. That last one, as you might expect, has been wildly popular. I was very excited to see that my latest muscle worship video has also been a big hit, since it’s not really what I’m known for, despite the fact that I’ve been slowly building my own muscles up for years! Every time I meet her, I compare myself to her, and it’s always a humbling but super exciting experience.

Rikochan and Mistress Treasure's Session

Mistress Treasure is solid…solid as a rock!

I really hope you all enjoy this new clip. If you like muscle worship, you should defintely check out my other clip with her, and, if you want to see me looking reallllly soft, you should also check out my Gym Bullies series, which is one of the first non-solo clips I ever shot! See what I looked like, years ago, as compared to Ashlee Chambers and Darkside Milinda. To be honest that series is both exciting and hard to watch for me…all I can see is how soft and weak I look in it, lol.

Rikochan Hugs Mistress Treasure

Mistress Treasure is a strict mistress, don’t get it twisted. And I love it. And her!

Anyhow, enjoy the clip. And if you like it, check out my first muscle worship session with Mistress Treasure! I’ve shot one other clip with the divine Miss T, a face-sitting lessons video! That last one isn’t out…yet. I’m slowly working away on it, though, and I hope to post it later this month. If you’re interested in seeing more Rikochan and Mistress Treasure clips, please let me know in the comments, and please give me and Mistress Treasure a shout on Twitter and let us know you’d like to see more! I’m @Rikochanpstar, and she’s @MizzTreasure!

Those are some LEGS

I cannot wait to get with Mistress Treasure again the next time she’s in town. Look at those LEGS!

Sighing for Shai

Sexy Shai

I’m sighing over Shai, and I think you will be soon, too…

Hey everyone! No that’s not me in the picture above: I wish I was that pretty! Nope: Instead I’ve got something really special for you today. I’m excited to treat you to a little teaser post showing off a friend of mine who has agreed to write a guest post for this blog: Please welcome my friend Shai to RCPS!

Shai female bodybuilder with muscular calves

Isn’t Shai amazing? Love her legs!

Shy Over Shai

Let me just give you a little background first: I’ve been chatting with (crushing hard on) Shai for a while now. I mean: Look at her! I’ve secretly been hoping she would write something for my blog for a while. Yes, I was a bit shy about Shai…

I finally got up the courage to ask her to write for us, and she said yes! I’m so excited I can’t even tell you! Why? Because she’s is smart, sexy, funny, strong, and takes no shit, so please be respectful. I think you’ll be interested in what she has to say!

Of course, she is also seriously gorgeous, but please note that she’s not a porn actor, so she won’t be posting any nudes on here. Even so, I am sure you will be happy with the pictures she’s going to share.

Shai’s Lovely Legs

As you can see from the picture nearby, Shai has done a few bodybuilding shows, and it definitely shows. I know many of my fans will appreciate the fact that she’s got killer calves, so please encourage her to share a picture or two in of her beautiful legs (and muscular calves!) in the comments. If you’re really nice to her, and we’re really lucky, maybe we’ll get to see some more pictures of them along with her guest post.

What is Shai going to write about? We’ll just have to wait and see!

 

Rikochan the Sex Worker

Rikochan in lingerie

A favorite recent lingerie purchase. If it looks a bit arty, does that mean it isn’t porn?

I never set out to be a sex worker, but I became one all the same. I didn’t even realize it until long after the fact. What do I mean? Well, let me explain.

I make porn. I sell clips of myself (and other people) having sex. To promote those clips, I write an adult blog and share lots of nude pictures of myself. The thing is, I never used to think of what I do in those terms—production, sales, and promotion—because I’m fortunate enough that I never needed to, because I don’t rely exclusively on porn for my living. I just never had to think about what I do in that way. I usually tend think of my porn as my secret art project, my hobby, my guilty (in a good way) secret, my life-saving outlet. And those things are all true. But it’s also sex work, what I do. I’m a sex worker.

Sex Worker Rikochan's hard nipples

I love the way my nipples look in this white mesh. And, judging by clip sales, so do a lot of my fans!

Just a Blogger Who…Writes About Sex…and Makes Porn Clips…and…

Conversationally, I would normally describe myself as a blogger who also happens to makes adult clips. The way I usually think about it, the blogging comes first, then the photos, and the clips pay for all the hosting and gear, with a little bit left over, which I usually reinvest into the process. In pure work terms, however, it’s the opposite. I’m a clip producer who builds community with her blog and pictures.

As I learn more about sex work and sex workers, I have come to understand that, to the extent that I make, sell, and promote porn, I’m a sex worker. What I do is most definitely work, and it’s most definitely work about sex.

Sex worker nipple hard on

My nipples are basically always erect, and especially after pumping.

Forums: My Gateway Drug

Just as I didn’t set out to be a sex worker, I didn’t set out to make porn, either. I was just looking for some people like me, for a feeling of community, and for some advice for discovering a sex life I could enjoy. At the time, that mostly meant forums. Eventually, I just started sharing pictures on forums that inspired me, as way to contribute to the community and, ideally to pay forward the incredible gift of sexuality and education I was receiving.

From there it went to sharing little clips, and then doing a little writing, and then starting my own blog, and then setting up a little clip store, and then buying my own real equipment and then, finally expanding my pool of people I worked with beyond solo clips and clips with my boyfriend.

I think that, even more than getting paid a bit for a clip or two, the first time work with people you’re not in a relationship with is the classic divider between hobbyist and performer.

Session girls are sex workers

Putting on some size; maybe someday I’ll be an FBB session girl. Also: Porn!

What Even Is Porn Now?

And so suddenly, I’m a porn producer. I mean, I’ve never made “big-budget” studio porn, and I’ve barely done any boy-girl shooting at all, but I’ve made close to 100 adult clips and I’ve posted thousands of erotic-or just plain pornographic-pictures online over the years. I’ve got a hundreds of posts on my blog, probably adding up to over 100,000 words, a blog that has had millions of views over the years.

These days, that’s increasingly what porn is, I think. The days when you weren’t really in porn unless you had a contract with Vivid or something like that are long gone, that’s for sure. I’m not dragging the people who make or made that kind of studio porn. But the fact is, the vast majority of the porn that I see people consuming these days get made by people like me. People who started small and built up their own teeny-tiny porn empires.

The thing is, though, because of the way I just sort of slipped into it, and especially because I do it anonymously, I never really thought too much about the implications in the way that you might if you went from nothing to having your face showed up on DVD covers in shops around the world overnight.

Fat Pumped Clit

Ugh, that feels so damned good…

Baby You’re Star

I always used to think that sex work meant prostitution, and I told myself, I’m not doing that. Not that I looked down on prostitutes—not at all. I only know a few in person, but the ones I know are bold and clever and brave. The same is largely true of the ones that I know online, too. I’ve never been against the idea of sex work or sex workers. I just didn’t consider myself one of them, didn’t consider myself to be like them—whatever that means. I didn’t consider myself a “real” pornstar, anymore than I was prostitute or a stripper or a camgirl or any other kind of sex worker.

In fact, my site’s name, Rikochanpornstar, was originally meant to be a kind of self-deprecating humor, a joke at my own expense. As if I could really be a pornstar! Not! In my mind, it was a way of acknowledging that I wasn’t really pornstar material, but I suspect it was also a joking way of separating myself from sex work. Why?

I always thought I was outside the world of porn and the stigma that’s attached to it, since I never had to suffer it. I thought that by existing on the margins of sex industry the way I do, I could somehow not become a part of it, but that’s magical thinking. I felt that I was something else, and I also secretly felt guilty that I had what I perceived as the benefits of sex worth, without any of the cost.

Rikochan's Giant Clit

This is why I pump. To feel and look like this.

Secrets Are Stigma

But then someone asked me recently why if I love my porn so much, I it anonymously, and I realized, I am affected by the stigma. That’s why I hide this incredibly important part of my life away and separate it from my daily life. I do it because I know that that stigma is just hanging over me, looming but at bay…for now. And that’s because no matter what I think of what I do and why I do it, at base I am also a sex worker, and the world at large despises and is deeply afraid of sex workers. When I started to be honest with myself, I realize that it’s exhausting and frightening to be something that society hates so much, even if you’re only living at the fringes of it.

Whereas my alter ego used to be a gleeful secret that separated me from other people, with that feeling of “I know something you don’t know, and knowledge is power,” now I suddenly had a new and altogether different feeling, too. Whereas before I was different from other people because of what I knew, and that secret made me powerful and happy, now I was also different from other people because of what I was, and that secret kept me safe.

I hadn’t really changed, of course. But my understanding of myself and how the world would see me had. I still do what I do for the same reasons: because I want to, because I enjoy it, and because it fills parts of me that would otherwise be empty. Yes, for all those reasons. All those reasons that are sort of almost nearly socially acceptable. Right? I mean, this is the language of creativity and art, and, well, I could argue that because I do what I do for those reasons, what I do is erotica, not porn. Not sex work.

But I’m not just doing it for those reasons.

Rikochan's long clitoris

I never would have believed I could build a whole business around my clitty…

Business Is Business

I’m also doing it to sell clips. Not because I need to, economically; this isn’t survival work for me. Rather, it’s because because I am good at it, and it’s very satisfying to make something and sell it. Business is very satisfying. Success at making and selling things is satisfying. That is not to say that doing sex work for survival is a terrible thing. It’s a great luxury I have, that I don’t need to do it, and that I love it; many people choose to do sex work to stay alive and many I’m sure, wouldn’t do it if they had some other opportunity. I understand. That’s the reality of work, sexual or otherwise. The stress of the job I do stay afloat was quite literally killing me before I found the outlets of exercise and sex work. It’s still taking years off my life, I’m sure.

Because I hate my straight work so much, I was desperate for this new thing not to be work. Yes, I used to tell myself that because I plowed nearly all the profits back into the production of my clips it wasn’t really a job, it was a hobby, or maybe a collaborative, crowdsourced art project. Sure, that might be true. But it’s also work. I like sell porn, because I like knowing that people enjoy my work so much that they are willing to pay me for the pleasure of jerking off to it.

If I’m being honest with myself, the fact that I am able to be successful at it adds a whole extra level of satisfaction to the pleasure I always let myself understand I was getting, that of exhibitionism, pleasing myself and other people, educating people, and broadening the world of porn to include people that look and think like me. All those pleasures are still there, but I’m also letting myself understand that this is work, and work that I enjoy for the sake of the work itself. I always enjoyed the sex part of being a sex worker; I just never realized until recently that I also enjoy the work part of being a sex worker.

Sexy muscle

A Sex Worker Are Workers; Sex Work Is Work

I don’t have particularly clever conclusion about about the meaning of sex work or the hypocrisy of society’s attitude toward sex workers. It’s clear to me that sex work is work; it’s the moral panic that surrounds it that makes it such a charged scary thing for so many people. That moral panic and the stigma and laws that force it underground are what makes it a dangerous, undesirable job for so many. Yes, trafficking is bad, but most sex workers don’t want or need to be rescued–except, quite often from law enforcement and the rescuers themselves.

I’m stunned at the way my understanding of both sex work and myself has changed just lately. I honestly don’t know what this will mean for my blog and my clips. I’ll keep making them, that’s for sure. Maybe now that I’m thinking about it more clearly, with fewer delusions and less confusion, I’ll do more, and do better. I don’t know; we’ll see. Like I said, these are new thoughts for me. I’m not really sure where they’ll take me.

If you do want to read some clever people with deeper, better developed and clearer thoughts about sex work here are a few places you can start.

Rikochan reclining

I give good hand, too, I’m told.

Books by People Who Know Much More About Sex Work Than I Do

Of course, there are thousands—millions—of sex workers out there who know more about sex work than I do, from the escorts, to the pornstars, to the strippers, to the clip makers like me, to the dominatrixes, to the sex bloggers, to the bodybuilding session girls (be still my heart) to the cam girls to the I don’t even know what. I could never hope to list them all! That would be another much bigger story. What I can do is give you a list of authors whose books on the subject have influenced, inspired, and educated me lately.

The first book I ever read about sex work was Naked Online: Hookups, Downloads, and Cashing in on Internet Sexploration, by Audacia Ray (@audaciaray on Twitter), a great writer who also did sex work. Even though it’s 10 years old now, it’s still a fascinating and inspiring (literally, to me) read. Although I didn’t realize it at the time, Ray’s book basically gave me the confidence to get started in online sex work. Even though I only got to go a few times, her readings series, The Red Umbrella Diaries, also introduced me to sex workers in person for the first time and showed me they were just regular people doing their jobs.

For a powerful, funny, heartbreaking, thoroughly unromanticized, yet also wildly romantic look at what it’s like to navigate relationships while being a sex worker, you should read the amazing book Prostitute Laundry by equally amazing Charlotte Shane (@charoshane on Twitter) based on her own confessional Tiny Letter about her life as a sex worker.

For an fascinating, unsentimental view of the lives of the migrant sex workers, the novel The Three Headed Dog is a great read that is free of the usual moral panic from the so-called rescue industry. It’s by the brilliant academic Laura Agustín (@LauraAgustin on Twitter), whose important book scholarly book on the subject Sex at the Margins: Migration, Labour Markets and the Rescue Industry. I am now slowly making my way through. Slowly because I’m a slow reader, not because it’s a slow book!

For a very clear-headed examination of what it means to be a sex worker, and above all how to do it without losing yourself, the new book Thriving in Sex Work: Heartfelt Advice for Staying Sane in the Sex Industry. It’s by an amazingly positive and uplifting woman who lived the life, Lola Davina (@Lola_Davina on Twitter)

For an incredibly funny but also very informative and incisive look at the stripping side of sex work the fabulous Jacqueline Frances (@JacqTheStripper on Twitter) has a great novel called The Beaver Show, the Crass and Inspiring Saga of an Enterprising Megababe, as well as a book of excellent cartoons called Striptastic! A Celebration of Dope-Ass Cunts Who Like Money. Someday I will see her onstage, whether it’s stripping or doing standup!

I don’t know if this post will make sense to anyone but me. But I hope it does. I hope at the very least a few people will click the links and discover some new books that give them a new view on Sex Work. There are so many great books on the subject. If you have a favorite or a suggestion for me, please let me know in the comments.

~Riko

Rikochan: Hard Clit, Soft Belly

Making a little progress in the gym and in the clit pumping tube!

I’m feeling bigger and stronger these days. I’m doing more power lifting (my new coach is a power lifter) and I’m eating *a lot* of very high quality food. And I’m resting more, too. Taking more days off to heal and grow. The result is that I’m finally starting to get bigger again, after what seems like years of just sort of maintaining. I’ve been lifting for…16 years? Wow, that’s crazy. Of course, that dates all the way back to when I was just using the classic pink plastic dumbbells, but everyone starts somewhere, right?

Rikochan's hard clit and soft belly

I call this one Hard Clit, Soft Belly! I love all the contrasts there are going on with my body right now. I have traps but also softness. Things are changing and it’s amazing.

Anyhow, I’m really enjoying the changes I’m seeing in my body. My delts are getting huge (for me) and I have visible traps and lats again, and my legs and ass are getting just plain beefy…there’s really no other word for it! I’m getting that powerlifter look, more than one person has told me in the last few weeks. Big shoulders, big ass, and flat soft belly.

Rikochan's Pumped Pussy

Sometimes I pump my whole pussy. The feeling getting fucked with swollen labia…Ugh, it’s amazing!

It’s just a different feel and look than I was getting before. I’m getting straight up bigger, and I love it. Sure there are days when I feel fat or bulky or “ungainly” which is a new word for me. But, the way I see it, every woman is going to have days like that, no matter how she *actually* looks. I sure did, back in the days when I was a walking skeleton with a thigh gap, although this is before that term existed. In fact, in those days I wasn’t even concerned with that. Instead, I wanted to be “kubire,” which I guess means wasp-waisted, the way I meant it. Of course, given my shape, the thinner I got, the *less* I looked like that!

Swollen clit glans

My clit glans was sooo swollen on that day, I thought it might burst!

Given that even in those days I felt fat and big and clumsy, I try to take the days when I feel that way now with a grain of salt. I love my muscles and my shape and my strength, and I have surrounded myself with people who feel the same way or don’t give a damn about how I look. All of you out there help me in this way, too! Sure there is the odd jerk who tells me to stop juicing or not to get too many, but their voices are so faint and feeble now, I can ignore them.

Hard Clit, White Swimsuit

My life is good. I feel good about my body, and the way it looks. It’s not what makes me who I am, or what gives me value or worth, but it is the body I live in everyday of my life, so it’s definitely better to accept and even love it, right? I hope you love my body, too, and I hope you love yours, too!

~Riko

Rikochan’s Shower Boobs Against Glass

Boobs against glass

My boobs are really too small to get a good flat against glass shot, but I still like this!

Busy busy days, but I’m still around and alive with more stuff coming soon. In the meanwhile, here’s a picture that I’ve wanted to shoot for sooo long: My boobs flat against glass! I don’t really have big enough boobs for this to be the super-sexy kind of picture with big boobs smooshed flat like pancakes against the glass, but I still like the way this one came out! My nipples were so hard and swollen that day, I was so excited to be shooting this in a hotel room in Tokyo. I have some friends with big boobs who’d like 100X better for a shot like this, but I do like how this one came out.

I hope you are all doing well, and that you are having a sexy summer!

What’s Up With Rikochan?

Rikochan's arms are growing

A little bit of arm progress? I guess, maybe… (from a few months ago)

Hey everyone! I thought I’d let you know what’s been going on with you lately and also share some pictures with you that I uploaded and never posted! I feel like maybe a few of you might be interested in seeing some new fetish pics, right? The truth is, I have a TON of stuff that needs to be edited, both pictures and videos for my Rikochan clips4sale studio. My problem isn’t that I don’t have things to share, it’s that I don’t have enough time to edit, retouch, and write about it.

Don't want to get blisters on my clitty

You have to prepare your clit carefully if you’re going to do some extreme pumping!

Just a note: Yes, I absolutely retouch/photoshop my pics. That doesn’t mean that they don’t show the real me. They do. At least, as much of the real me as I’m comfortable sharing. I don’t distort or manipulate them to the point where they’re untruthful, though. But I certainly adjust the lighting and color, blur out things I don’t want to share, crop to frame them better, and so on. I’m totally not shitting on people who just post pics straight off the camera or cell phone–there’s a certain rawness about pictures like that that can be really sexy and cool. But, to the (very limited) extent that I can, I want to make my pics look as good as I possibly can. And that means using Photoshop or some similar app.

Nipple suckers on a big clit

Stage one of the kind of clit pumping that gets me the best results

Anyhow, I’m going to spend a big chunk of time over the next month working on my backlog of stuff. The very next thing I’m working on is editing my next video with Mistress Treasure! It’s way overdue! She’s one of my very favorite people to work with, and I’ve been hoarding this one and trying to figure out a few new things for editing it. (I used two cameras for the first time, which caused a few unexpected problems.) I’m excited to get some more female bodybuilding videos up on my clips studio, and some pictures on here to go along with it! My last Mistress Treasure video, Big Clit Comparison, is one of my most popular clips ever.

Rikochan shows off her belly in a double-pumped clit shot

I’m fat, but my stomach is still getting flatter, right?

This past weekend I also shot a crazy hot video with a very sexy friend, Lady Clarece! It was inspired by the popular trend in Japanese AV of ecchi este, or horny massage or something like that. If you haven’t seen them, there’s a whole series of videos that basically involve women going in for a massage that turns out to be sexier than they expected. Some are seduction, some are coercion, and some even feature secret aphrodisiacs! It’s all fantasy, though–even the ones that are filmed hidden-camera style. I don’t know if any of the “acting” in this video came out ok, but it was fun to try. So I’ll be getting right to that video as soon as I finish my Mistress Treasure clip!

Huge clitoris of rikochan

This is how you make your clitoris HUGE!

If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll remember Lady Clarece from my videos the Pouty Slave’s Lesson Part I, Part II, Rikochan Gets Fingerbanged, and Part III, Rikochan Gets Reamed. Lady C is an amazing foot-fetish domme friend of mine. If you’re into either of those things, you should absolutely check out her site, which I linked to in the paragraph above.

Long clit

This is what a big clit looks like, up close, after some careful pumping.

So, that’s the latest! I hope there’ll be a lot more to tell soon!

~Riko

New Video: Rikochan in White Lingerie

Muscular pecs in white lingerie

I like the way this softer lingerie contrasts with my slowly hardening body. All the pics here are from the shoot of my latest video. Click the image to get the full-resolution image, as always! 

Hey, I’ve got a new clip! It’s called Rikochan in White Lingerie and you can get it now. Actually, it’s been up for a while, but I’m just really bad about updating here, lately. I thought I would try to explain why I’m so sporadic, lately. I mean, there are a hundred one “reasons” I have that are mostly just excuses, and a few legitimately boil down to “I’m really busy.” But that’s not the whole story.  I’ll explain, and meanwhile you can enjoy a few pictures of me in my white lingerie from the clip!

Rikochan pokies

Love the semi-sheer look, and the fabric feels *amazing* moving over taut nipples…

Trying New Things

Making this clip really made me think: One of the things I love the most about clip porn, the very small corner of the sex work world that I inhabit, is that I get to try new things. Theoretically, at least, it makes me stretch and grow and expand into trying new things, having new experiences, and generally be more adventurous than I would otherwise be. That’s the idea.

Big clit, white lingerie

Heh I don’t know what’s going on with the way this robe is tied here, but I like the clitty peek…

But it doesn’t always happen that way. You might wonder why I go for months without posting anything except for porn pictures here and there on Twitter and workout muscle shots on Facebook. It’s been almost three fucking months since I updated this blog! (Although I have posted a few videos in the meanwhile.)

Rikochan's Hard Clit Erection

It’s a softer look for me than my usual corsets and fetish gear, but my clit is just as hard–harder!

Well, it’s because I don’t live this adventurous porn/sex/clip/sex work life all the time. I wish I did. I wish it was my whole job and the way I spent all my time and made all my money. Because I think I’d be better about doing new things. I’d get bored doing the same stuff over and over, and my fans would get tired of more-of-the-same clips and pics. I would get tired of shooting the same thing over and over. Maybe.

Hardcore clit pumping

Just because I’m wearing soft and sexy lingerie doesn’t mean I’m not pumping my clit HARD.

As it is, doing this on a part-time/hobby/occasional adventure basis, it can be very hard to come up with the time and creativity to think up, plan, and shoot and edit something actually new. Like, to get the toys and wardrobe I need, wrangle the costars I want to shoot with, set up the shoot, and actually get it done. Even solo clips take up a lot of thought. The longer I do this part time, the more respect and admiration I have for the pros like BrandiMae and Annie Rivieccio who consistently make tons of incredible and creative and interesting erotica, year round.

Pumping my long clit

Pumping my clit bigger than ever these days…

For me, it’s all too tempting to just shoot another masturbation clip in my favorite black leather corset. Because that’s often what I’m doing when I have sex in my real life…that’s the foreplay before the fucking, in many of those clips. If I resist that lazy path, which is probably the right thing to do, it means no new clips for a while, which is no good. My fans get mad, and I don’t sell anything. And I like to make people happy. I get off on the idea that there are people out there jerking off to my clips. And, I also like to sell enough clips to cover my expenses with a little bit left over for new adventures. No new content means no new funding for new adventures, which just makes it harder…

Mask fetish shot

My new favorite mask!

White Lingerie, Take One–and Two!

Anyhow, I’m pretty happy with this current video. It’s nothing crazy groundbreaking, but it’s hot as fuck, and I like the softer look, both in the lighting and the white lingerie. It’s not a big change, but it’s something different, something that makes me look one more time, at the raw video and think, huh, that’s kind of nice! More importantly, it gives me ideas for more videos, for things I can do differently and better next time. This is the kind of thing that helps recharge me, even if just a little bit.

Note: Part II of this video, White Lingerie, Cock Ring and Cumshots is now also available, and it’s even more hardcore than part I. It has some rare boy/girl stuff on it, including me getting messy with boy come…

 

This Time My Horse Can’t Fail

Slutty Nic sucks Rikochan's giant clit

These pictures have nothing to do with this post but I thought you might enjoy more pictures of Slutty Nic giving me head. Click all the pics in this post (and pretty much all my blog posts) for full-sized version.

I’ve got a good life. I’m lucky, and fortunate, and privileged. I work very, very hard to maintain that life. Because of the way I grew up, with a father who mistakenly thought, over and over and over again, this time my horse can’t fail, I’m also always secretly terrified it will all slip away. So I work harder still. Memories of the yakuza knocking on your door at night, in the morning, in the middle of the afternoon, those never go away. And so I do everything-work, working out, porn–at full force, and even then I don’t really believe it will last, because I know everything is changeable, nothing is guaranteed, and you have to fight to keep what you have. This has made me successful, but it can also make me very, very tired. So I’m using some of the money I have worked so hard to save, and I’m going on vacation, to make myself happy again.

I’m going where there is sun (maybe) and a pool and there might be a beach or two, and there is going to be jewelry. Necklaces and chokers and bracelets…I’m going to be flashy and brassy and bold and all the things I never let myself be. There are going to be dresses; so many dresses, and maybe even…gowns (though I am unclear on the actual difference, to be honest). I’ve been planning what to wear and shopping for months, and I’m not telling myself when would I ever wear that? This is the time I’m going to wear it. I’m going to dress for dinner like the sophisticated adult I always imagined I might one day be, and I’m going to dance and drink wine and champagne and Prosecco and maybe even a cocktail or two.

Rikochan's pussy is a mouthful

My pussy is a serious mouthful!

I’m going to kill it in the gym every day, maybe twice a day, and I’ll be swimming every day, and I might do some rock climbing, and I’m definitely going to do some hiking. I’m also going to get a massage or three and a manicure and a pedicure and maybe even a quackish spa treatment. I plan to haunt the saunas and steam rooms and hot tubs on the days when I access have one.

And I plan to have sex. So much fucking sex. The first night I don’t get to my hotel until 2 am, but every night after that I’m going to fuck. I’m going to have my nipples sucked and pumped and pinched and bitten and stretched until they are sore and swollen and stand out like thumbs in my bathing suit the next day.

Rikochan's clit hard-on getting licked

Slutty Nic has sucked my clit into a giant clitty hard-on…

My clit is going to get so much love, too. I’m only bringing a few toys, but the most important one is the pump for my clit. It has been ages since I got the chance to pump more than once every week or two, let alone once a day, which is what I used to do. Sometimes I would pump it for two, three, four hours at a time and my clit and labia (I used to pump my whole pussy a lot more) would get so fat and swollen that they would still be stretched and swollen and full the night when I started again. Each day, they’d get a little bigger, more sensitive, and more freaky looking.

Serious clit suction...

Nic sucking my clit hard!

I loved that sense of causing myself to become so outre, so shocking, and so strange, even to myself. I remember looking at my partner as we changed my body into something else entirely, as I pumped my labia until they were standing out like a fat, juicy fruit that filled my entire hand, and laughing a nervous, excited, happily horrified laugh, and saying, “Is this ok? Can I do this? Is this allowed? What if it never goes back? What it’s so big that I always have to wear a skirt or I will have a giant cameltoe? What if even under skirts it will show up? What if I look like a guy in a bikini? Would that freak you out? What about when I go back to Japan to visit? What if I go to an onsen with my friends and they see it? What if my mom sees?”

“It’s your body,” he said. It’s completely up to you what’s allowed. It doesn’t matter what I think. It doesn’t matter what your friends think. It doesn’t matter what your mom thinks. It only matters what you think.” It’s your body. It’s completely up to you what’s allowed. That simple statement–of a simple fact said at precisely the right moment–changed everything for me.

Nic licking Japanese pussy

Nic goes to town on my pussy

It might sound obvious to you. But to a Japanese woman growing up in conservative family–and, furthermore, one who grew up believing, secretly, and despite all evidence to the contrary, that if she did everything just right, and above all properly, this rectitude and propriety would spill over into her family life and keep her mother sane, keep her father from away from the track and the horses he could never quite give up on, keep him from shacking up with the vampiric track skanks (or better still, from ever coming back), keep the loansharks from the door–to a woman like that, the idea that we can (and maybe even should) just do whatever the fuck we want to ourselves, if it makes us happy…to a woman like that, such an idea is wildly, improbably revolutionary.

Of course, I’d heard those ideas before. Even in Japan you can’t avoid the sex and self-indulgence that permeates the media. We may have a more culturally ingrained sense of conformity and duty (or we may not, but that’s the perception), but we see all the American movies and TV shows, and our own culture is utterly saturated with sex, too. Unfortunately, in Japan it’s sex that is almost completely in service to men, to a far greater degree than even in the US. Or at least, that’s how Japan was for me, when I lived there.

Tonguing big Japanese clitoris

Nic tongues my big Japanese clit!

For me, sex was a burden. In my experience, men were eventually going to take you to the track on your birthday and lose all their money on a sure thing instead of buying you a present. Sex was just something I could do in the meanwhile to make the men in my life happy, and, in doing so, make my life better because my partner was happy.

That second part is still true, of course, but it’s not the whole truth, the way it was then. I hadn’t learned that sex could also make me happy. You see, I never had an orgasm until more than halfway through my 20s, and I’d had several “lovers” by then. I’d even been engaged to be married. I knew about orgasms, of course, but I’d decided that there was probably something wrong with me that meant I couldn’t have one, and that I really didn’t even care about them, anyhow.

My first western boyfriend (who is my partner today) took that as a challenge, of course, and eventually that changed. I’m certain it was at least as much about him feeling powerful for making me come for the first time where other men had tried and failed as it was about how I felt, but I’m okay with that. He was young and dumb and I was a repressed, neurotic mess. The article going around about how men view making women come as an achievement more than a mutual act, well that doesn’t seem like a shocking piece of insight to me. I’m sure it’s still true of him today to some extent, but far more so at the beginning.

Finger fucking Rikochan's pussy

Love to feel Nic’s little fingers squirming around inside me

I’m just glad there was some reason for him to stick with it–and it actually took a consider amount of sticking with, I was so locked down and rigid. I never would have made it on my own. When I think back on how excruciatingly hard and embarrassing it was to get to there, that first time, and how confused and full of hate and rage I was, I just want to sit down and weep for myself as I was then. As confused and run down and mixed up as I get now, I at least know, that if I can manage to want to, I can reliably come and come and come until I need to change the sheets, and possibly the mattress.

This may sound awful, but I am, in fact, absurdly grateful that he stuck with it, to the point where it still makes me resent him sometimes. As in, how dare you make me feel guilty by being nice to you when I didn’t deserve it: I hate you! There were many, many years of really bad (and rare) sex. I’m honestly not sure why he did stayed, although he maintains it was always love. I don’t see how that could have been true at that point, but there must have been some reason. I suspect some degree of laziness, or maybe insanity, because…honestly.

At the beginning, my friends were all openly, even insultingly puzzled. I remember one particular night we were sitting on a blanket under a blossoming cherry tree, drinking beer and listening to the guys we were with singing terrible karaoke through a portable sound system powered by some kind of generator. It was one of those perfect gorgeous summer nights, and I was happily waiting for him to show up, and my friends started in. “Yes, you’re sort of pretty in a square-jawed, Easter Island Moai kind of way, and you’re really smart, but do boys care about smart? I don’t think so. You’re prickly and stubborn and sharp. If you’re not having much sex, and you don’t even like sex, and you’re not any good at sex, why is he still hanging around and being nice to you? What does he want? What’s wrong with him?”

I wanted to be mad, and I felt like I ought to defend myself, or even him, but it was just the truth. I was (and am) prickly and stubborn and sharp, but back then I was also nearly always unhappy, and it made me mean. But we were also very simpatico and good at just hanging out and just being together, which I’d never experienced before. We laughed a lot when we weren’t fighting. He was the first lover I’d ever had who was a friend…a really good friend. Maybe even my best friend.

So why wasn’t the sex better? He learned how to make me come more consistently (and more, importantly, I learned how to relax enough to let myself come), but something wasn’t right. It was him doing things to me…so many things to me, over and over again, things that I often adored and sometimes even craved so much that I got frightened. But something just wasn’t right, and nearly all our fights were about sex at their root, even if he didn’t always know it.

Fingerbanging Rikochan

One in the pink

It wasn’t until I really started to absorb that idea, that it was my body, that it was completely up to me what was allowed, that things started to change. Like…I could tell him what I liked, and what I wanted, and when. I mean, that one wasn’t a huge leap, since he was one of those guys who always asked if everything was okay, to the point of it being annoying and off-putting. I was so twisted up inside that literally the best thing that occurred to me, at the dawn of this idea of total freedom, was that that I could tell him to stop asking me what I wanted all the time. Just shut up and do it, asking too much kills the mood! In fact, I sometimes hated him for being so fucking weak and worrying so much about what I wanted, and not just taking it…so that I didn’t have to think about it. How sad is that?

Although checking in too much is actually an annoying habit of his that still enrages me sometimes (although we’ve mostly moved past it), he really was right to ask, back then. In fact, he was doing things that I really didn’t like sometimes. Other times, he was just doing things that I might have liked fine at another time, but wasn’t in a mood for right then. And he was asking about them all, but, instead of saying no, I’d just go through with them, and then be truly awful to him in retribution at at some later date, without ever explaining why. Or I’d say yes and then just be unavailable for sex for days or weeks after, also without actually explaining why or even really clearly saying no.

It took me a lot longer to actually get to the point where I actually lived up to the idea that I really could say no. To anything.

Rikochan gets fingered and licked

I loved when Nic fingered and licked. First time a girl ever did that to me, captured in pics!

Every woman has things they don’t like. One of my favorite writers on sex and feminism and being a woman has sex, Charo Shane, writes again and again about how much she hates receiving oral sex, which is fucking crazy to me. But that’s just it: she’s the one who gets to decide, no matter how crazy it might sound. (For me, it’s masturbation; I don’t and hardly ever have have. I know, freak out: discuss.) With him, it was anal, which I felt obliged to say yes to. The ability to just totally shut that down was terrifying, but wildly empowering at the same time.

I may have gone a little power-mad for a while, employing my newfound veto power. It’s one of those personal growth stereotypes that is also true that when you start working on yourself, things get worse before they get better–especially for your partner. It turns out that, ideally, sex is a negotiation. No one has to (or should) do anything they hate, but if you want to actually be able to live with someone and have a partner, you might actually need to negotiate a little bit, unless your partner is willing to be totally subservient to your needs. Since despite the tone of this story, I’m mostly the submissive one, that’s not at all what I want, I’m not well matched with that kind of partner, so I had to learn how to do that, too.

Rikochan's big clit facefucking Slutty Nic

Ugh, facefucking Nic felt so good, I was gushing into her mouth.

I eventually discovered that it was much more fun to just insist on what I wanted and to make it more and more fun for him to give me what I wanted (and to make him want to give me what I wanted) than to focus on denying him what he wanted. Eventually, we ended up mostly wanting the same things, and sex got much, much better.
It turns out that, if you say, I want you to do X to me–where X is some kind of kinky, transgressive, or just plain crazy sex act–and that afterwards (or during) they get an orgasm, that’s going to take care of most guys. If they have some super-specific kink that they can’t live without, either you need to be okay with satisfying it every so often, or you probably just shouldn’t be with them.

These days, if he really wanted anal, I’d be fine with doing it once in a while, but he’s so fixated now on my clit and shooting my porn that it hasn’t come up in literally years.

That all sounds great, and it would be great, if only I could live by it all the time. But despite the fact that I sort of mostly know it’s true, on a good day, I only have it about about halfway internalized, at most, and that’s after years of working on it and countless hours of therapy. Sex still gets problematic for me. I work too much. I worry too much. I’m still the girl who turned up the volume on her stereo to drown out the sounds of my mother screaming at the loansharks looking for my father–whose horse always failed, until he finally did disappear, forever. And so I work myself to the point where I’m sick. I’m too tired for sex, and, more importantly for the kind of negotiations that make it fun and exciting, and bearable, let alone sexy.

Rikochan oral sex and nipple pinching

Helping Nic make me come by pinching my own nipples

So I’m on vacation. Recharging. Getting myself together. Again. Using some of that money and time off that I have banked, and getting back to the point where I not only know that it’s my body, and that it’s completely up to me what’s allowed, but that I also recapture that feeling of wanting things to be done to it, loving when things are done to it, and loving when new things happen to it, with new people, and loving sharing all those experiences with all of you. Maybe this time I’ll even be able to learn it so deeply that it’ll stick with me, that I’ll remember that I ought to choose the things I love, and that make me happy, instead of the crazy, obsessive, superstitious things that I do to try and manage a life that I haven’t actually lived for many, many years.

It’s not that I’ve ever stopped actually loving those things, but I get so tired and sick, honestly, that I can’t remember how to access that feeling of love, if that makes sense. Don’t worry; it’s nothing for you to worry about. This happens from time to time, and I’m getting better about taking care of myself when it does. I hope you’re as excited as I am about what’s going to happen when I back, recharged and ready to be Rikochan again, full of that new, shiny optimism that this time I’ll be able to keep my life in balance, that my partner will stick through just this one last cycle with me, that this time my horse won’t fail.

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