Behind Closed Doors: Erotic Adventures in magik futa

In “magik futa” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “magik futa” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “magik futa” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.