The Art of Female Orgasm HD 2015/16

It's a good day when we're privy to a debut as sweet as Amelie's. I love her underwear, stretched taut over the beautiful hills and valleys of her body, and the way she spends long, luxurious minutes playing through and around the fabric of her intimates. Watch through if you want to know whether she eventually takes them off, or leaves her panties on til the end.

I can't get over Louise's gorgeous blonde hair in this shoot, the way it flows down over her shoulders, shimmers in the filtered sunlight, and the way it moves when she shifts position. Everything about her is golden and flowing like that, her breasts moving in time with her growing arousal, her tempo speeding as it gets better and better, her orgasm bursting, out of control, the full sun from behind clouds.

My favourite thing about Alice is the contrast between her paces. It's almost like she's got a few different speeds - in first gear, she's gentle and deliberate, slow like honey as she feels into herself. But it's not long before those slow touches light a fire inside her, and once she's revved up, she's fast and wild 'til the finish line.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells -
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
-Neruda

I feel like Ellie's sex diary could double as a collection of penthouse forum letters - if women wrote those letters, and, well, they were real. But seriously, Ellie, keep reading - as much as I love to watch Ellie wank, I would absolutely subscribe to her sex diary Ted talk.

I feel a bit sorry for Louise's texting partner. I mean, who wouldn't want to spend time with her? Smart, gorgeous, and handy with a cat pic. But I guess she's just not available right now, and whoever's on the other side of those texts just needs to respect that. Sometimes, a girl's just got to study.

Running out of petrol is a rite of passage. Every driver has to go through it some time or another - you don't notice, or else you just push it that last kilometer too far. That sinking feeling as your car drifts to the side of the road. Lyndel knows she'll have to pick up her gas can and make that long hike soon, but first, her mood needs a little lift. Hopefully no one stops to ask if she needs help.

By the look of Piper's on-point sundress, this little gem was filmed way back in summertime - when the days were long, legs were bare and the heat had us running home, desperate to relieve those city tensions under the soothing caress of our ACs. Unfortunately, Piper doesn't have that luxury - any spare electricity running to her house will need to be completely dedicated to her massive sex toy. Oh well. Worth it.

Isla is so good at taking a compliment. She just lets Lucy gush, smiling down at her, allowing her the time and space to adore and astound and worship from below. I love to watch a woman take, to receive with grace, to just soak up love - and Isla's a pro. I'm so impressed, I'm taking notes.

It's not hard to find Nio - she's all over the internet, screaming happily into the flabbergasted face of the world, the volume up to 11. It's not hard to find her, her neons blazing, the deeper colours of her turned inside out to reveal their pores and holes and their deep bleak hilarity, which looks just like yours. But it's hard to find Nio like this. No message, no statement, no costume - just Nio, attending to herself, hot and fast, coloured only by her need. So hush, mortals. And be grateful.

It's like a 20teens dream - a quietly crafting beauty, soft organic linen and cotton, colours like oatmeal and cream and taupe. The perfect natural light, falling on her skin, and the way she rose-flushes into orgasm, as beautifully as a watercolour painting, the fluttering of her fingers between her legs, tension building and flowing like rainstorms. Art as life, life as art, simple things. Simple, and perfect things.

My heart almost stopped in those first few seconds when Lucia's trying to turn on her toy. I think we've all been there - lubed up and so ready, warm and hot and needing it, knowing that big toy right next to us is going to feel so good - and then - boom. It's out of batteries, or even worse, just out of charge. Fortunately, this is not that. Whew.

It's true that working from home does lead to masturbation - but so does working in an office, to be honest. The difference is, do we take our 15 minute breaks having a sneaky wank in the bathroom? Or do we take them joyfully, splayed out in front of the mirror, making the very most of our break time? Sadi knows what's best. She's got this WFH thing down.

I love watching Bernadette crawl back into bed. The amazing view doesn't hurt, but it's also just the feeling of it - someone having left bed, and choosing to come back for more. Choosing bed is like choosing love, like choosing self-care - that place of rest and solitude, dream and pleasure and fantasy and freedom, where you can feel exactly the way you need to feel.

Leaves are falling, the air is getting crisp, and the time for adorable rose-patterned sundresses is drawing to a close. Let this be a vision of what's to come, for our friends in the Northern Hemisphere. While you won't see anything up there quite as beautiful as Aria, taking her pleasure over a bed of autumn leaves, we've been gracious enough to record the phenomenon for you all.