The Art of Female Orgasm HD 2015/16

The quiet peaceful vibe of Katherina's morning practice has me missing my own mat, a place to feel connected, a place to feel surrender and in control, somehow, all in the same movements. Masturbation is another space like that - our controlled movements and choices somehow bringing about the most epic releases.

Russet and gold, linen and silk, Luci, that tiny smile on her lips, feeling herself, smooth as a whistle, sun-kissed and straightforward. I like the way some contributors seem to dress for the studio as if for a special date, cute undies, pretty dress - making that extra effort, just to please themselves. And if we are pleased too, incidentally, that's just fine with them.

I am endlessly fascinated by the tales of people's first time masturbating. Bath jets, pool toys, banisters and couch cushions - nothing is safe from our feverish discovery. Listen here to hear what little present became Marguerite's favourite play date - and a whole lot more of our newest belle fille.

Dear god, is there anything sweeter than the tiny heart tattoo on Esluna's bum cheek? It just kills me - I want to see it over and over. It's a tribute to the rest of her charms that, despite my obsession, Esluna soon has me focusing on other matters, as she watches her laptop, taking herself to the thigh-shivering orgasm.

If IFM is a golden feast, Louisa S is one of our most impressive offerings. Well really, we are the ones who are receiving - receiving her sighs and the glossy sheen of exertion on her perfect skin, the waves which move through her, faster and more sensuously, the perfect diamond of her legs and feet, the arch of her back. all of this she gives to us, in multiples, and more, so much more.

After the intensity and strength of her first orgasm, I'm amazed to see what's still left in Molly. She's 0 - 60 - all calm and chill until her orgasm rises like a tidal wave, wiping her right out. And Molly - I don't think you're bad. We all wank about our exes sometimes. It's just human nature.

A good sleep-in gives us top Mona, fresh from an all-nighter skype sexing with her lover. What an amazing time we live in, where we can send each other videos of ourselves, little wank diaries floating all over the internet, from beloved to beloved. As Mona says, as she prepares to create her own - "Video content. Bring it!"

"So she took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom
And then she did it...stripped me half naked
And told me that her body was sacred.
And so we danced and danced and danced all night."
-Bedroom Dancing, Day one.

Girl drummers are rare - I once read only 10% of successful rock bands have female drummers. But that must just be another symptom of our dreaded patriarchy, cause rhythm runs right through us women - useful to grind, to dance, to seduce, and most importantly for Susie, to flow with the pulses and beats of her body, a steady syncopation which culminates in a grinding, satisfying climax.

Marguerite is looking extra smart today, in her silk blouse and fine skirt. Sometimes it's those businesslike, tidy outfits that get my erotic mind going the hardest. Pleats, just grazing the tops of thighs, make me wonder what kind of panties she's wearing, and the peek of a nude bra strap has me wanting to see what she looks like with it off. Fortunately, at IFM, I'm never left wondering.

"I'm interested in pure and applied mathematics. my sexuality and spirituality are woven together in a healthy way. I'm basically the only person I know that makes werewolf porn." After only 30 seconds of listening to Rose I have to pause and engage in my own contemplative retreat. If I don't occasionally process the awe I have for women in general, and at this very moment, Rose in particular, I'll just be swept away by the sheer emotional power of it. But either way, let's face it, I am going to be swept away.

"I describe myself as a porn addict probably. So, sometimes I'm perfectly happy watching girls on their own, or a close-up, a really bad quality webcam close-up of a girl's vagina as she's coming, I really like watching that. Other times I like more artistic stuff, stuff with a story, stuff that's well-shot. Other times, I like kind of nasty rough stuff, stuff I probably wouldn't do in real life. So I think what I'm gonna watch today is...."

It's been a little while since we've seen Kirsty around here, and I have to say, I've never missed her more. She always seems to smash that put-together sexy vibe, which is something we're not too used to in our laid-back, sneakers-and-tshirt kind of suburb. Today, in her perfect red mini-skirt, let Kirsty do what she does best - knock your absolute socks off.

Unlacing her hi-top chucks, practicing chords, and having a nice, afternoon wank - Ruvada's put me in mind of simpler times, invoking that particular kind of nostalgia that wells up when you see things that remind you of how you'd like to be spending your time. In a sense, every IFM video is like that - we see the ease, the pleasure, the release, and feel inspired to imitate good behaviour.

Lyndel in the scottish highlands - could there be anything better? I feel like she's wanking to the view, the great blue loch and the careening mountain range. You can hear the wind whipping around her, shaking the car, and Lyndel safe in her warm nest, enjoying herself, in this flawless lookout perch.