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!)
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!
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).
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
My latex could be shinier, but I really love how these pictures came out.
I love these pictures of me in latex dress on my human chair, but let’s be clear: I’m really not a dominatrix (in latex or leather), a domme, or a mistress. I won’t top you, beat you, or discipline you—despite the dominatrix lessons I have had. I may be tough and capable in my daily life, but that doesn’t mean that I am anything but a subby girl, a bottom, a true submissive in the bedroom. Except…
Except that sometimes it’s fun to not be me. Sometimes there’s a power and excitement and thrill in being someone else altogether. In switching roles, even if it’s just for a photoshoot or video. It’s beyond liberating, because this isn’t a secret piece of me that’s yearning to be free, which is what “liberation” means to me.
My latex slave is a very comfortable chair!
No, although I’m having an amazing time experimenting on Rikochanpornstar and on my clips4sale studio and in my private life, most of that is about exploring who I am and who I can be, and pushing the boundaries of that person. This is something different. This is being a person who is not me. This is about submerging Rikochan completely and letting some other person, some other Rikochan take over. There aren’t secret pieces of me waiting to be revealed; instead, there are holes in me that new pieces can fit into. There are pieces of me that can be removed temporarily and replaced by new pieces.
Mesmerized in Latex
This is what I imagine it is like to be deeply hypnotized, because most of these transformations are at the hands of someone else. I’m not the kind of performer who creates a character. Instead, I’m the kind of person someone creates a character out of. I’m the kind of person who gets overwritten by a different character, for a little while. It’s such a strange and exciting and sometimes terrifying experience to let someone create a new person out of you, even for a short time. To become a doll for someone else to make new person out of. To change into a different person like that latex dress was an entirely new skin, for a new person.
The first time I ever experienced this incredible doubling in my sex life was when I shot the Gym Bullies series. The character I was playing wasn’t me, but I can’t act…at all. And so instead of me acting the part, the part acted me. I was outside my body, watching it get fucked and get “forced” into oral sex and orgasms and all sorts of things, watched it cooperate—enthusiastically, even. Before you get freaked out reading this, please understand: I knew ahead of time exactly what was going to happen that day, on that shoot. I wrote the script, and we had detailed production meetings the day of the shoot. But knowing the plot and performing the plot are two really different things. The script that I wrote was just a fantasy, not anything I ever imagined I would actually do. I loved that day. But I was also very surprised by it, and by how my brain reacted to my body doing these new things.
I wish I’d taken a picture from behind, so that you could see all the red detail on my dress!
I Can’t Go On, I’ll Go On
I have a friend who has depersonalization disorder, and she says this sounds like just a tiny taste of like what she experiences. Except, of course, that in my case it’s a surrender of control, not a loss of control. I choose who to give up control to. I choose when to give it up. I can choose to stop at any time. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. I’ve never come across a situation where I wanted to stop in the middle of this kind of surrender. I honestly don’t know what would happen if I did. Would I be so deeply submerged my body would ignore my brain? Would I even know that I wanted to stop?
Well. I hope I don’t have to find that out. I’m very picky about my projects and up front about my limits, and I would only ever work with people I felt safe and secure with. Mostly that means Kraka shoots me, or comes to my shoots with other people, to make sure I’m OK. I’m getting to the point in my porn life, though, where I’m getting offers to do more professional shoots that I couldn’t being him to. I’m working out ways to do this and still feel safe. We’ll see. I’m very lucky that I don’t need to do any particular shoot. I’m making porn not because I want to, but because I want to. Because I want to explore exactly this kind of thing. But, to be honest, that desire to explore becomes it own sort of need.
I got so many requests for clit pumping pics and for foot fetish pics that I thought I would try to satisfy both kinds of pervs at once with a clit fetish, foot fetish post! [Click to see the full-sized versions of all the pictures in this post!]
I can’t believe how long it’s been since I did a post dedicated to clit pumping! When I consider that shy little me sharing pictures on clit-pumping BBS type sites was how I got started in the first place, and where I got my first encouragement to really explore erotica and porn and really open myself up to new experiences, I feel like I really ought to remember to share more stuff in the pumping space! So here’s a handful of pumped clit fetish, foot fetish, and generally sexy shots that I thought a lot of you might like, but that are especially dedicated to my oldest fans and friends, and especially the ones whose friendships with me date all the way back to my days on newart!
My big clit looking even bigger! I pumped it sooooo hard that day
Clit Fetish, Foot Fetish
Why clits and feet? Well, I also have a surprising number of fan who are huge foot fetish enthusiasts. never even considered that as a thing that people might enjoy from me until I posted a few pictures that just happened to have my feet in them! People who’ve been reading this blog for a while might remember that not too long after that I happened to meet an amazing foot fetish dominatrix named Lady Clarece, who taught me a little bit about the whole fetish. If you’re really into foot fetish sessions, I can’t recommend her strongly enough. She’s amazing! Even though I’ve learned a lot from her, I’m hardly a foot fetish expert or provider, but I do take better care of my feet than I used to, and I almost always have a sexy pedicure these days!
It’s really hard to get a side view of my clit that really looks like anything, but I think this one is not too bad!
Still, I’m not super confident about my feet. But my clit is another story these days! I’m super proud of my clitty, and I’m so happy to share it, to make big clit lovers happy, to freak out and maybe convert people who’ve never seen big clits or considered them sexy, and maybe also to help other people who have unusual anatomy (whether it’s big clits or long labia, or anything, really) that we can be and are sexy as hell!
Here’s a little something for the itty bitty titty fans, too!
Special Clit Fetish, Foot Fetish Reward!
I apologize that I haven’t posted much of anything for my clit fetish, foot fetish, or even little tits fetish fans in a while. I hope to be better about serving all of my fans for the rest of the year, now that certain real-life issues are solved. If you like my pictures, please enjoy them by jerking off to them and thinking of me! If you’re an advanced fan, please send me a picture of the aftermath! This applies to both boys and girls! If you send a picture of yourself all messy after cumming (cock or pussy or intersex genitalia) to rikochanpornstar[at]gmail.com (replace the [at} with an @, please!) with the email title “Clit Fetish, Foot Fetish” I’ll send you a special clit or foot fetish picture! Please make sure to use that exact title or I might not see it. Also, please make sure to tell me which picture you want clit fetish or foot fetish…
This offer is good til the end of the year! Please be patient, it might take me a few days to respond. If you do send me a picture, let me know here in the comments just in case!
I think my back is getting a little bigger! I think if I can just lean out a little more there will be an xmas tree under there…
Hi everyone! I skipped the gym today because of a work emergency, but I’ve been working really hard lately, lifting heavy and often and trying to get more rest so that I can grow. I’m definitely still eating to grow, when I’m really meant to be eating to cut, which is a bit of a problem, but there are worse problems, I guess. I thought I would try to start a regular weekly (or at least occasional) feature here: Muscle Monday!
My upper body is finally beginning to catch up to my legs, I think. I’ve got some traps!
The idea is to post more progress pictures and to do it more regularly. I guess if I was really serious about progress pictures I’d be posting standard poses so I could compare change from week to week, and–who knows–maybe I’ll get there eventually. I hope you guys will not mind me posting more-random shots like these in the meanwhile. I think some of them are ok, anyhow, as pictures, if not really as progress pictures.
My shape is changing, but sooo sloooowly.
Muscle Monday Stats
I can at least add a little bit of information for at least a tiny bit of accountability, though. I’ll try to include at least a few numbers every time. These pictures were taken last night, October 18, 2015, and I weighed about 148 pounds. For now, my goal is to lose 10 pounds. Of course, I’ve been stuck here near this weight for a while, thanks to endless traveling and guests and so on. I can’t really blame anyone else for my failure to move my weight, of course, and, honestly, I’m pretty happy that I managed to maintain, even if I couldn’t lose. It’s been a very tough month or so.
For the boot–and butt–fans out there.
The good news is that I think that weight actually includes a little more muscle! I’m really excited to see that maybe my upper body is finally starting to catch up to my lower body! I don’t know if it shows up in these pictures or not, but my shirts are getting tighter in the shoulder, and I can definitely see some traps once in a while. And I’ve gotten comments on my arms, too! Kraka got several “Your wife’s biceps are going to be bigger than yours,” comments recently, which I was afraid would annoy him, but actually, of course, made him very happy. He’s a huge fan of me getting huge, so that helps! And it’s not true anyhow, he asks me to say. 😉
Anyhow, hopefully this will be a regular or semi-regular thing. And I promise…more big clits soon!
I love to pump my nipples until they swollen like udders. If only milk would come!
I know, I know, most of you are here for my big clit, and the last post was of how happy I am that my ass is getting thicker, and now here’s a post that’s all nipples and nipple pumping! Sorry, but, you know, not sorry, too! 😉
Nipple Pumping: Best Thing Ever
Nipple pumping is one of the best things in the world. It might be as cool looking or as outrageous and outre as my big clit and big clit pumping, but, honestly, it’s at least as important to me in real life as pumping my big bean. Part of it is that it just feels so. damn. good. In fact, nipple pumping often feels better than clit pumping. I mean, if I had to pick. They are both so good that it’s kind of an academic point, of course…sort of like a how one infinity can be bigger than another infinity. (Yes, I am a math nerd.)
If you don’t have a big clit that you can pump, I don’t know if you can ever know exactly what that pressure near to bursting, that storm of nerves firing without end, that fierce caress of suction. I don’t think you can ever really understand it. But there is a different pleasure to pumping nipples, and one that I suspect many more women (and maybe men, I don’t know) can experience. It may be a little bit less toe curlingly, tooth grindingly intense, but it’s not the least bit less strong…just different.
Close up on my fat, stretched, sensitive nipple!
There seems to be a more-direct pathway to the arousal parts of the brain. If I’m only a little bit excited and you touch my clit, it feels like nothing. If I’m even the tiniest bit aroused and you touch my nipples, on the other hand, it’s sort of like you zapped me with the cattle-prod of pleasure. I’m likely to jump, buck, moan, gasp, and otherwise react completely involuntarily. And that’s the best kind of use of the word “involuntary.” If you skip my nipples and head straight for my clit, there’s a decent chance I won’t even ever get aroused. I’ll just get annoyed and uncomfortable and stuck in my head, which is the place that I have to escape to enjoy sex.
My nipples, on the other hand…Well.
The Key to Me
My nipples are the key to everything. Of course, this assumes that I’m happy and excited and into you in some way or other, whether it’s on a comfortable level or on a good-nervous type of anticipation and terror as I try something new. That’s a given. But, if I am into this happening, there’s nothing better that you can do. Kissing is just okay, honestly, and I do like it when you run my fingers through my hair and grab my ass and run your fingers up and and down my thighs and belly, but the real switch that you’ll want to flip eventually is touching my nipples, brushing them gently, almost as if by accident. And then more assertively. And then tweaking them. And then pinching them. And then harder. And the sucking and biting and pinching and pulling and stretching and pinching, again, but HARDER. Honestly, they are so sensitive sometimes that I suspect I’d have this response even if I wasn’t into it, which is something that I’ve had fantasies about, too. (And that’s only for fantasies.)
This is how my nipples look after a little pumping!
The thing about nipples is that once they are truly stimulated, it’s almost impossible to pinch them too hard. Yes, clamps can be too hard, but a good pinch, if you work up to it, you can do it as hard as you like, and it’s just going to make me start shaking and groaning.
The same is true, only more so, with nipple pumping. While you have to be very careful not to get blisters while pumping your clit (I’ve done it a couple of times), nipples are obviously for sucking. I’ve never really been able to over-suck mine. The pleasure just keeps increasing as you apply more and more suction and they stretch and grow. I think the extreme sensitivity to pleasure and the fact that nipples are the gateway to arousal maybe has something to do with the fact that biologically they are made to be sucked, maybe we’ve actually evolved to find being sucked and nursing pleasurable. I don’t know, but I suspect. It would explain that incredibly primitive, instinctive response I get to nipple pumping, anyhow.
The Lacation Expectation
To answer the question I know I’ll get: No, I’ve never been able to bring on the milk. Just a few drops or even, a few times a teaspoon or so of clear fluid over the course of several hours of nipple pumping. I’ve tried the herbs, too. And yes, I know about domperidone/motillium. I’ve seriously considering taking the meds, but I think the side effects are too worrying. But, you never know. If nipple pumping is already this exciting, how much more so would it be with lactation? I dream about it all the time. Any of my fans and friends who’ve ever experienced lactation and made it part of their sex play, I’d love, love, love to hear from you!
Dominatrix Mistress M twists Rikochan’s nipples hard
Ha, I love this headline, almost as much as I love this picture. I can’t believe I never posted a this picture; it’s one of my favorites, even though it’s a year or two old. It was taken on the same day as my first Shibari experience. Yessss, Mistress M felt that I wasn’t responding enough to what she was doing, and she woke me up with an intensely painful nipple pinch and twist. Oh my, it really woke me up and made me groan! I was truly shocked–never had really experienced anything quite that painful in my sex play before. And yet it wasn’t necessarily even the pain that shocked me, although it was seriously like lightning hit my poor nipple!
It was more that Mistress M, who is my friend, is also really a dominatrix, and that suddenly she was really dominating me. It wasn’t a question of image play for the camera, it was really seriously her will imposed on mine. She decided I should be making more noise, and she simply reached out and caused me to do it, just as simple as that. I always knew she could cause pain, but it had never really occurred to me that she would cause it for me. It breaks all expectations and barriers when someone does something to you that you just can’t conceive; it shatters your expectations and preconceptions. I think if we hadn’t been friends for ages before this first session, it might not have been so surprising.
As it was, it hurt, so, so much, but it also broke down all the sense of performance and being on camera and nervousness about being with a friend and pretense and nerves. Suddenly I was groaning out of real pain, and I can’t tell you how excited it made me. I’ve almost never been that wet, and I’ve never come harder on camera. Planning to have a reunion meeting with Mistress M. this winter. Any requests for what you’d like to see a sexy, strict domme do to me?
If you liked this picture the short video is available in high def on my site (there’s a preview, too) at this link: Rikochan Vs. The Titty Twister, or you could just click the button below:
One of my favorite pictures of me: Rise, by Mayumi.
I just had the best legs workout this evening, and I had some extra time so I killed my abs, too. I’m going to have trouble sitting up in bed OR standing up OR sitting down tomorrow, I bet. It’s Sunday night, but I’m writing this up for Monday morning–how weird, I never do that. But I realized that if I want them to succeed, I’m going to have to treat my site and my porn life the same way I treat my gym life. I can’t wait for them to happen when I have time, I have to make the time to make them happen!
So here I am, working and planning ahead for Rikochanpornstar! Today is the second of my weekly pictures taken by my talented photographer friend Mayumi! In case you missed it, last week’s was a killer calfs and high heels picture. This week is a picture Mayumi calls Rise. I love this one–I like that it’s of something other than my legs and my clit and yet it still looks pretty fabulous! If you like it, Mayumi is selling prints of it at Fine Art America. If you like the photo (or, of course, the model) I strongly suggest you at least click through the link, and, better yet, buy even a little card version of it! The more she sells, the more likely she is to shoot me again!
I found a little time to work ahead this week on some other future stuff for Rikochanpornstar too, though. I tentatively planned my first shoot in 2014! I’m going to work again with Mayumi, which is really exciting to me! I love her work, and I’m really looking forward to seeing what she do with me. I’m also secretly looking forward to seeing if I can get her to shoot some stuff that crosses the line between erotica (which is what she normally shoots) and porn (which is what I normally post here). We’ll see: but I’m sure that either way, whatever she shoots, she is going to make me look great. To do my part I’m going back to two-a-days starting Monday to get ready. Lucky for you, that means progress photos!
There’s notthing more erotic than the feel of strong suction on my nipples.
Hi everyone! Here’s a little nipple pumping to say I hope you are a having a good weekend. I know I am, though I am a little tired from all the work I did on my site last night. I found and reuploaded more than 30 old pictures from before Rikochanpornstar.com got taken down by the evil overlords of WordPress.org. It may not sound like much, but it took hours and hours of work to get it done, and there’s still lots to do.
I’m also working on new content, too. Lots shot, and lots planned! The problem is finding time to get it all edited and written about and posted, honestly. The end of the year is always the busiest time for me at work and in my personal life. You guys and Rikochanpornstar are one of my big stress relievers, and I haven’t been getting enough of you lately.
I love the way my boobs look with my swollen, puffy nipples after pumping.
I hope you like the nipple pumping during and after shots today. I took them in my hotel room in Las Vegas while watching pay per view porn after a long day in the gym and spa (yes, it was a great vacation). There’s seriously nothing I like better than this feeling of my nipples stretching and swelling and growing, until they feel almost like they are going to start lactating or just plain explode in a giant pumping orgasm.
More pictures to come! In the meanwhile, I thought I’d post links to all the old posts that have been broken since this fall but are now fixed. I realize some of you have been reading since the beginning, but I know that I also have a lot of newer readers, too, who might never have seen these. You can always check for the latest fixes on my Missing Images and Broken Links? page, which I sometimes even remember to update. Note that those links are only to posts that have been completely updated. There are lots of other pictures I’ve uploaded to posts that still aren’t complete; those aren’t on the list.
Thanks so much for sticking with me. Hope you’re having a great holiday season!
My breasts have definitely changed shape since I started bodybuilding. Honestly, sometimes it’s hard to see them at all! Still, I like the pec/breast look. What do you think?
Hey, it’s one of my favorite days of the week: Titty Tuesday! I’ve missed almost two month worth of ta-ta pictures, though, so I thought I’d post a handful today to make up for it.
Ta-ta is currently one of my favorite words. One of my friends who posts safe for works breast pictures on Facebook uses it so that she won’t get banned, I guess, so that’s where I learned it. But, really I like all words for boobs. My friend Mayumi always says boobies, which I think is cute, and I love titty, too, as in “titty bar” which I have never been to in the US. I want to go to one someday! I went once in Australia a long, long time ago…it was really fun!
I like this angle…it makes my little boobs look a little bigger! My nips are pumped up here…that’s what the dark ring is around the the outside of the areolas!
I love pussy (and clit, of course) but boobs are by far my favorite part of a woman’s body. That’s what I look at when I check out another woman, and that’s the feature that is most likely to make me excited when I see it. I look at legs, too, because I like long legs, but that is more likely to make me jealous when I see it than excited. I am Japanese…we are all mostly insecure about having short legs, at least the Japanese women my ages. Japanese girls these days are much taller, I think. When I went home last time, the Japanese high-school girls were all taller than me, and I was one of the tallest girls in my class, when I was that age.
I get a lot of requests for closeups of my hard, swollen nipples. Hope this satisfies!
But really, it’s all about the boobs. I always watch them, I always notice them. I love to watch them move. I love to see them straining at a bra whose cups are just a little too small, you know, where there’s a bulge at the top of the cup? I love to see the nipple poking through a shirt, or, if they are hard enough, even a light bra. I especially love when I can see the shape of a puffy nipple. I like big boobs, and I like little boobs that are so small they’re just the swell of the nipple. I like perfect real c-cups, and crazy fake DDD cups! I also love, love, love lfemale bodybuilders’ boobs that are shrunk to almost nothing but big strong pecs with just a hint of boob, or even just nips! I can’t tell you how erotic I find that!
I love Cinderella Landolt’s new boobs, but I think she looked very sexy before, too!
Best of all, however, I like the big soft ones that shake and jiggle, the kind you can push together to smother me, the kind I can put my face between, and the kind that you can rest your head on like a pillow while you suck the nipples.
Rio Hamasaki breasts are just beautiful!
I love boobs, and so Titty Tuesday is the one non-weekend day a week that I really look forward to. My own boobs are just little and nothing too remarkable, but I’m always happy and proud when I have pictures to share that might just make someone else’s Titty Tuesday a little more fun!