Hey everyone! I hope you are all having a sexy Decemeber! I’m working like crazy on so many projects and sadly only a few of them are very sexy at the moment. I hope to have some news about a new video for my fetish clips studio soon, but in the meanwhile, I want to share a bunch of my latest bodybuilding progress pics with you!
Hey everyone! I’m writing to let you know that while I’m not being very active here on Rikochanpornstar, or on my clips4sale studio, I haven’t completely disappeared! In fact, at the moment I’m posting a new picture just about every day over on my Twitter account! And I’m not just talking about cute cat pictures, either. Nope. This is the good stuff: clit pumping on Twitter. Go and get it while you can! The clit-pumping pics here in this post are what I’ve posted so far in the thread on my Twitter account.
It’s a slow thread–about a picture a day–but I think it’ll be worth the wait for most of you. They’re just iPhone pictures, but actually I think that “real sex” look makes them kind of hotter in a way than some more posed pics I’ve done. I go back and forth over which kind I like better, but, the good thing is that I don’t have to choose. Since it’s my account, I can post whatever I like. I generally don’t hear people complain too much. No one ever says, “Ugh, too much clit,” or whatever.
Sometimes my viewers will politely say “I love the clit, but could you also post more feet?” or more legs or more muscle or more ass and so on. And that’s fine. People like what they like, and I don’t have any problem with people telling me they like my feet or my muscle or my ass. Why would I? It’s flatter! As long as people are polite and friendly, there’s no harm in asking for what you like. I’m all about open, direct, and respectful communication.
Anyhow, these are half the pictures in the thread so far, and I’ll be posting more starting tomorrow! Go check out the thread for more clit pumping on Twitter.
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 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!
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).
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
So, that’s the latest! I hope there’ll be a lot more to tell soon!
Hi everyone! Exciting news–at least for me! I’m finally making porn again, and I’m starting off with a bang: Mistress Treasure Returns: Big Clit Comparison! I think anyone who’s a fan of me or Mistress Treasure or female muscle or big clits might like this one!
First, though, I wanted to say hi and happy New Year and that I hope you had a good year last year and that I hope you have an even better one this year. My last few months have been pretty challenging, but I’ve come through ok, in the end. I think 2017 is going to be even tougher, both at work and at school for me personally, and for people of color and immigrants and sex workers, too. But I also think it can be an excellent year, because I’m determined to make progress personally and porn-ally!
I think this new clip is a pretty great start for both goals! Personally, it’s the most complicated edit I’ve done; that’s not to say it’s a masterpiece of editing or anything, but I learned a lot doing it. I’m actually thinking about taking some classes online for Final Cut (which is what I use). Anyone know of any good ones? I’d like a course that can take me beyond the basics.
Anyhow, this new clip…I had so much fun making it. Mistress Treasure is amazing and fun and sexy and confident and knows exactly what she’s doing, which just makes her amazing to work with. What you readers will probably care about even more, though, is that she is super hot, with an amazingly sexy body. Those muscles, that shape, that incredible shining, glowing black skin. Ugh, so beautiful. I generally feel reasonably ok about myself, but when I see myself next to her on video, I just feel like a flabby, floppy, pale and shapeless white cave fish or something. It’s like a regular person standing next to a superhero!
But I only thought that afterwards. In the moment, I was just crazy excited. The fact that I got to be with her, near her, was just stunning, despite the fact that we did a photo and video shoot a few years ago. As amazing as she was in my memories, those images in my head were nothing compared to the reality. I wanted to touch her, and touch her, and touch her again. Her skin and muscles and shape are like magnets to me. I just want to be pressed up against her, rubbing my fingers against her, feeling my palms glide over her smooth, hard muscles, like sneaking into a museum at night and touching the statue of a warrior goddess only to find that, in addition to being as hard as marble underneath, her skin was warm and velvety smooth.
Big Clit Comparison
The basic idea of the video is that Mistress Treasure and I compare clits, and then take turns stimulating each other, and then compare again. Whose is bigger? Well, we never really establish that, spoiler—we kind of got too carried away! I especially really got totally lost in Mistress Treasure’s pussy. I think half the video is me sucking on that big chocolate lollipop (or as Mistress Treasure calls it, her gumdrop). Either way, there’s lots of footage of both of our clits, and I hope you will watch and weigh in on the comments here! We’re already planning our next shoot (maybe in March) so there will be more chances for us to really get it settled.
Also, stay tuned for another video from the same shoot, where Mistress Treasure teaches me a little bit about facesitting; we have a very willing slave to practice on, taking turns smothering him with our asses and pussies!
I used to want skinny, coltish legs. I used to want a thigh gap. I wanted to be the one who walked knock-kneed and girlishly weak, like a sexy anime character. Big legs, and big quads especially, had a special horror for me-because I had them at one point, when I was a fat kid with muscles. (I had big shoulders that I hated, too, but this post is about legs.) I used to want to be slim and sleek and heroin chic. And I got there. I was, for many years thin enough that friends’ mothers alway used to always try to feed me up. Ever seen Aeon Flux (the cartoon, not the shitty movie)? That was me: all shoulders and sharp, boney legs.
And please understand, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with being slight, svelte, and elflike, if that is your aesthetic, your genetics, your inclination, or just where you’re comfortable being–always assuming that it’s not because you are unwell or don’t have access to as much food as you might like. I’m definitely not one to judge on their thinness, fatness, muscularity, or lack thereof. If you could see my porn collection you’d know that. Chubby girls, skinny girls, bodybuilders, I’ve got them all, and all of them make me crazy excited in their own way.
But I am pretty sure I was hurting my health to get that thin. I’m sure I was malnourished, and who knows what the fuck I did to my bones during those years. I used to be so thin that my legs were stick-like, and my pelvis bones bruised my sex partners, and my fingers recalled segmented spider legs, and my ridiculous Mongolian cheekbones looked like they were going to burst through my very, very thin skin. In those days, I had disciple and self control, and complete mastery of my body, and those were the outward signs of that complete self domination.
Or at least, that’s how it felt to me then. I still yearn for that feeling sometimes. I think about getting ripped a lot, but, for now, the desire to build and bulk is stronger. And I’ve really, really grown to love eating, too–there’s that. I’m seriously thinking about going to AVN this year in Vegas, and, the instant I pull the trigger on tickets and hotel reservations, I’m going to have to face cutting, though. It’ll be interesting to see which impulse–cut or bulk–wins out then. But, there’s no way I want to be in a convention hall full of porn stars in off-off-season shape. I’ll have to get to at least off-season shape!
Big Quads Pride
These days I’m happy to have legs that are getting just a little bit “thick” and quads that are starting to get a little rounded, and I’m excited if someone tells me my legs look “swole” even though they don’t, really. (They really, really don’t–yet.) I’m just happy that they have changed enough that people might say that, even jokingly. “Legs looking beefy, Riko!” makes me absurdly happy. Even when people tell me not to let my legs get too big, that I’m big enough, or that my legs (or any part of me, really) are getting too big, there’s a part of me that exults–after I yell at, unfriend, ban, or block them, of course.
Big Like Bakhar!
I want legs that are big, I want tree trunks, I want massively rounded bulging legs and teardrop quads. I want sprinter thighs, I want speedskater thighs, I want my legs to look like Bakhar Nabieva‘s legs. And that ass! I got into bodybuilding specifically to overcome a flat ass. I want legs that are so big that if someone did a faithful drawing of them for a comicbook, people would be like, that’s ridiculous, women can’t *look* like that. Of course, I want the rest of my body to match my big quads. Bakhar is mostly about the legs, as a bikini girl. Which is cool–the focus on legs and ass really pays off for her!
I’m a little sad that it’s getting harder and harder to find jeans that fit my legs, but I’m secretly happy, too. I feel like this is something I can really do, this is a change I can make, this is achievable. In fact, I know it is. I might never have giant peaked biceps (although I will never stop working on them!), but I’ve already had grapefruit quads as a highschooler, when I was on the volleyball team, and I’m going to have them again…
Next stop, big quads and freaky legs!
Yay, it’s Part III of my latest video series. This one is short and sweet and it’s all in real time–there are no cuts. After all the warm up and pumping and squirting and mini-vibrator foreplay of the first two clips, my whole pussy has been buzzing on the edge of a shattering orgasm for almost an hour (trimmed down to a little under 30 minutes of video). Please understand, though…this is an outttake, as I’ll explain! You can go here to see it: Big Clit, White Swimsuit Part III: Hitachi Orgasm!
It’s no surprise that my Hitachi with the special soft in-pussy dildo attachment I’m climbing up the stairs to cumming like three at a time. I’m too excited to even take the suit off, I have to just pull the crotch to one side and jam it into my pussy and against true underside of my big clit shaft as hard as I fucking can.
There is a time for gentle and soft and slow and feathery, ticking touches, and there is a time for going as hard and as fast as you can, and worry about the bruises and sore cunt and not being able to walk or sit right later. This is was time for the second one. You can see my powerful and muscular thighs clenching and quivering and flexing as I squeeze down as hard as I can, putting as much pressure as I can on my pussy, flexing and releasing in wave after wave of delicious spasms as I get closer and closer to coming until finally I’m there flying falling spiraling spinning crashing…
Keep in mind that this is a quickie, and it’s an outtake. It’s a quickie, because sometimes you just want enough video to jerk off to before work or while your significant other is in the shower or when you’re hiding out in the restroom on a coffee break at work, am I right? I know at least some of you agree, because all those examples came from things readers have told me!
So, I’m getting ready to shoot some more clips soon, and hopefully I’ll be working with my mistress from the Pouty Slave clips again soon. Would you guys be into seeing her make me come again, with new toys? Maybe her and another guest domme or two making me come like crazy? I’d love to do another all-girl threesome! I haven’t done one of those since I shot for Shemuscle!
Anyhow, let me know what you want to see! Lots more stuff coming soon. At least one more new video this weekend!
Hi everyone! Just a quick hello again, keeping up with my post a day for the week. This is a pic from a very old shoot I did with Point Walker Pix (who is a great person to work with, if you’re an amateur who’s looking to do a sexy forced orgasm shoot). Hit me up if you’re looking to contact him!
This is one of a little series that I also shot with him on the day that I did my first forced orgasm shoot, which was a crazy good experience. I like this shot, because it’s a little more upscale than most of my shots usually are. I like all the textures and colors and little details in the picture, too. It’s a rare posed picture of me that I don’t hate–something that’s not at all the fault of the photographers I work with, by the way. I’m just really not a very good model for that kind of shoot.
It’s old, but I think my legs looked pretty good back then. I’m not sure if I should be happy with the way this old picture looks or a bit sad that I haven’t made more progress since then! I supposed most of my progress is on the upper body side and not sorry so much about my legs, which were already pretty good, relatively speaking!
So I’m writing a bit more now, and I’m always looking for more ideas. I’ve got plenty of stuff planned, but I would love to hear what my regular readers would be interested in hearing about. Let me know in the comments.
Hi everyone! I’m going to do things a little bit differently this week. Instead of one really looooooong update every week or two, I’m going to try and do shorter updates once a day. Who knows, some of these might end up being longer updates after all, but the point is to just share more stuff with you, either way.
I’ve just got so many thousands of pictures that I’ll never get up otherwise and that just makes me sad! I’ve literally got pics from the shoot I did with Mistress Treasure a couple years ago that I never posted and now I have another whole new set coming in a day or two. That’s just a waste, I think. As long as people are still interested, I’m going to start posting more stuff and not just waiting until I have a whole long story written to go with it.
You know me, I’m still super-wordy sometimes, so it’s totally possible that I will end up writing more, but I feel like this way I’ll at least get more pictures up either way!
Anyhow, today’s shot is something I get lot requests for, big clit seen through mesh panties! I’ve been experimenting a lot with this kind of shot lately, the clit seen through mesh, the clit stretching out panties, the clit making a little tent, all that kind of thing. I’ll be posting more of this stuff later this week. If you guys like this, comment on it and reshare it on Twitter and that kind of thing and I’ll make more.
I’m going to be paying a lot more attention to what gets attention and boosts on social media over the next little while and tailoring what I write to match that, because, you know I get crazy excited by the idea of more people seeing my pictures (and, I ideally jerking off to them). It’s not like I make any money off these pictures, so please, please, please give me some feedback and help boost my signal a little. That’s a big part of what makes this fun and worth doing for me, ok? The more you guys help me out that way, the more I will share!