The Art of Female Orgasm HD 2015/16

Devi's giving me my occasional ping from the universe about the amazing abilities of lube. I don't know why I always forget - the heat of the moment, perhaps - but hearing those sexy wet sounds, and seeing how smooth and easy it is for Devi to get that penetration going, is all the reminder I nee

Lyndel's not restrained by silly societal norms like everyone else - she does what she wants. And today, what she wants is to sit herself right down at this fancy little garden table, and let go, peeing freely into the air. With that kind of confidence, who needs rules?

"I just bought this toy yesterday and I never have before, two things in my pussy and in my asshole. Yeah. I'd like to try." With these adorably accented words, Ana has my full attention. Watch as she explores this new territory, and as to whether or not she likes it - you can be the judge of that.

Even though Lucinda got her orgasm first, Juniper's the one who's looking particularly satisfied as their love tryst evolves. That quiet, relaxed energy is so soothing to me - the way Juniper's fingers graze Lucinda's arm, the way she holds her, like they've been lovers a long time. Juniper feels deep into her own body throughout, taking in everything Lucinda has to give.

Throw out the taffeta and the disappointing car sex, ditch the high school gymnasium, the spiked punch, and the wilting corsages. This is Euphemia's prom, bitches, and welcome to it - coconut oil and poetry, legs, heart, and mind open wide, body and self completely supported, as the giggly illicit intensity of her fig-coloured vibrator makes her the Queen.

A nice cozy day for Grace is a perfect opportunity to fim a diary, especially since she's got a new vibrator. She would have tried it out sooner, except she was sharing a room with her sister for the weekend. so now, house to herself, and with this indoor weather, Grace is going to find out what her new toy is made of.

Melanie's orgasms are a symphony, a cascading crescendo of tiny, leaping cries which pile onto each other like a tree full of songbirds. These orgasms are the kind that are hard to hide from roommates, but why would you want to? Listening to Melanie come is better than any white noise machine - the activities she inspires put me right to sleep.

Klementine is nothing if not dedicated - she wants a thousand perfect red autumn leaves to lay upon, and she's going to have 'em. It may not seem to matter, but I wouldn't discount the power of poetic environments and intention when it comes to having great orgasms. After all, what's the difference between a bed of leaves, and a bed of roses?

Juliane's sensual opening moves remind me of a foreign romance film. The downcast eyes preceding the subtle shift of arousal, which lifts the eyelashes, close up, intimate, the subtle position of shoulder and chin as she lifts her hand to his cheek. But there's no lover, only Julianne. The lips she touches are her own, and the slow smile which blooms in response is all for her, too.

Chantelle's vibe reminds me of the feeling of getting up early on a weekend and going out - to the market, doing errands, doing some gardening, just feeling amazing and free. And when all of that is done, and mid-afternoon rolls around and your energy starts to turn inward, this is exactly what's needed - a long, slow, solo session in bed, allowing the wild tremors of love to do what they will with you.

Avery's beautiful pose - feet together, knees apart, against the dramatic and vivid studio backdrop, feels almost primal to me. The openess of her hips in this pose open up everything else right with them - her mouth, to gasp and sigh, her sex, to respond willingly to her touch - her heart, her arousal, her potential and finally, and inevitably, her orgasm.

With Edith, Poulette, and a few others, I can just imagine the incredible modern dance recital we could perform here at IFM. Edith's movements are abrupt and elegant, decisive, needy, thumping, flying, stiff and bending, her legs splitting open to lay her body down, her hips rising to meet her plunging fingers, hard, an effort of grace, a labour of love.

Klementine's romantic autumn date with herself is just getting started, as she settles herself down once again in her crisp bed of crimson leaves. Her ascent to orgasm is so gradual, and so peaceful, I nearly feel as if I am in nature myself. Just laying in the leaves, watching Clementine work her magic.

Have you ever had a sympathetic orgasm? If you haven't, it will be even more interesting for you to hear Juniper explain what it's like for her. A psychedelic experience, to feel someone else's orgasm in your own body - I wonder how much more intense it is like this, as Lucinda rides Juniper's face to climax...

Slow, steady, and heavy with intention. Frankie May takes you and doesn't let you go. How could you look away? This gradual ascent into heights of pleasure is patient and deliberate, and you have a front row seat - to see Frankie up close, unrushed, and oh so personal.