The Art of Female Orgasm HD 2015/16

Those of you out there with small ****ren know just how hard it is to get a bit of 'me' time and concentrate on the task at hand. Kylie doesn't have any of her own and after living next door to these little angels for a while, isn't ever likely to.

There is something about the soft gradient between the darkness and light in Lucia's video that makes her skin a Vermeer painting. The subtle yet powerful expression on her face and the flawless appearance of her skin both seem like they could only be captured by a truly masterful artist. Oil on canvas or flesh on soft cotton, either way this is completely an enthralling piece of art.

There's something about the sound of friction. Its implied heat, motion and power, but also the latent threat of discord or disharmony. Perhaps it is this tension that makes watching and listening to Denny so dynamic.

The quiet and intimacy of the studio combined with the patient lingering attention of an Up Close give us time to experience Nazz - her physicality, her smooth skin, the exquisite shapes and movements of her - in an entirely new way. I love the way she wraps her arm around her body as she gets more and more turned on, as if in an attempt to hold herself down.

I love Henna's cascade of little kisses, a seemingly endless thing, like a tide or a river or a waterfall, flowing water, flowing kisses, as Henna delights in her lover's body. The warmth and adoration between Lilly and Henna spills right over out of the screen, radiating with the intimacy of fullness, of shared laundry, of inside jokes, of practiced negotiation, and loving gratitude for the very existence of the other.

".but with stars in their black feathers, / they spring from the telephone wire / and instantly / they float. like one stippled star that opens / becomes for a moment fragmented / then closes again; and you watch / and you try / but you simply can't imagine how they do it." -Mary Oliver

What, you thought this was over? Ah, to live in a magical world where it's never over, where Mew and Mae just fuck in front of this little fireplace forever, rubbing and kissing and getting fingered and eaten out without end - just orgasms forever. Honestly, watching them, this is how I feel - that their sexuality is limitless. But I'm glad it ends, if only because I love to watch and listen to them chat to the camera.

Catherine's super endearing facial expressions really make this video for me - I love her cheeky lip biting and glances around, as she sets up for her wank sesh in the backyard. I love how frequently her eyes stay open, adding such a present awareness to the experience of watching her, and making it extra special when they close with pleasure.

I love a non-linear masturbation session, for the variety and intrigue. For me, once I start touching, it's hard to stop - so I like watching the way Rebecca switches it up, swapping between rubbing her clit with her fingers and her toy, exploring herself until she hits the mark.

Sex educator, activist, and all around badass bitch Annie Sprinkle coined the term ecosexual, and I think Jay Elle is exemplifying it magnificently right here. For those who think of nature less as a mother and more of a lover, the fresh breeze, rough bark, and rustling leaves are still probably as awe-inspiringly beautiful as they are to the rest of us - they just also happen to be incredibly, agonisingly, shiveringly hot.

Amber C reaches into her undies the way you reach into a little bag of fancy sweets, bought indulgently on the way home from a hard day. What's inside is her reward, her little piece of bliss - and for Amber, this treat costs nothing. Amber's orgasm, when she finds it, is long, intense and gorgeous, one of the hottest I've seen.

Kate's playtime has the quality of exploration, something incidental which just comes upon you when you're not looking for it, an opportunity, rather than a goal. It's such a good feeling, just to be curious about something and to follow your interest without any expectations. Especially when your interest leads to the kinds of places Kate ends up, overpowered by arousal, immersed in pure pleasure.

Rosa's love is on display, her tender mannerisms, the way she lets him in everywhere, all parts of her body open to him, unconcerned with turns or obligations, letting him give, letting him take. This is the other side of perfect sex, the one we don't talk about as much - as essential as giving, is being able to receive. Take, ask for what you want. The reward is in these moments.

Isabelle takes her own breath away, making herself feel so intensely that she often seems to forget to breathe. I love the sound of her journey, all inhales and exhales, caught breath - the air and wind and silent gasps of her dance, so full and driven it's almost a struggle. Fortunately, regardless of any pulls and clashes, the victor is inevitably Isabelle.

Up Close day is always a good day - but this time, brace yourself. It's Zazi. Super hot, super ready, and super Up Close - giving us an extra intimate connection to that intense, powerful technique of hers, focusing in so close I feel like I could power my laptop with the speed of her movements.