Behind the Scenes of ambi age: Stories of Dreams and Discovery

“ambi age” takes place on silk sheets the color of midnight. Blindfolded, wrists tied loosely with satin, she can only feel. Ice cubes trail over nipples, down to her spread sex, making her gasp. “ambi age” captures the meltwater mixing with her own wetness. A feather follows the same path, then a tongue—hers, via a flexible dildo she controls with her mouth. In “ambi age”, she brings herself to the edge again and again, denying release until she’s begging. When the blindfold comes off, she watches her own fingers blur over her clit in the mirror above the bed, coming instantly at the sight, screaming “ambi age” into the dark.