Honey, I'm home!

Part two of our moving-day odyssey. This specific day (exactly where we left off with the previous video), we meant to pack, but we couldn’t leave each other alone. We figured it was such a beautiful way to say goodbye anyways, like a sensual and loving tribute to a space that held us through so much. Our hearts were full. This was our first home alone together (before, we used to live together with other partners). So perhaps it was this special knowing that made us extra horny and alive. We were just ourselves, fucking - on the couch, in the kids’ bedroom, standing, against things, wherever. There was even a gardener outside that day, so we kept half an ear open... but not enough to stop. And yes, we barely packed a thing. :D We just made love and gave thanks.

In our previous video, I shared that I was going to go to Egypt to join the Global March to Gaza. I did and I've been back for a week now and it's been heavy and hard. Both Ivan and I felt so disconnected from our bodies. We had almost no sex. But then mine came back in full swing and I was SO HORNY all of a sudden and Ivan was still not. I just kept masturbation, specifically this day. I realised in the middle of it that I could maybe film myself. I stopped, got the camera out, and here I am in my full horny glory for you to share in it. This time, I was absolutely imagining Ivan fucking me with that thick cock of his. Yummm.

A leisurely, spontaneous weekend afternoon session, filmed in our usual real-life way. There’s some construction noise in the background and a couple of interruptions, but that’s just part of the adventure of connecting through it all. This video is also special because it’s in response to a request asking for less editing and longer stretches in one position. So this time, I kept the edits minimal and let the positions play out naturally. You’ll see plenty of me on top, some face-riding, unhurried transitions and lots of Ivan giving those deep deliberate thrusts that keep me gasping (and him edging) the whole time.

This is a real look into the sex life of two people who are wildly into each other... and also parents. The kids were home this weekend and we got interrupted a lot. Around the 13-minute mark, one of them even knocks loudly (🤣)—we both get a fright mid-thrust. This is how it goes - chaotic, real and a little comic. You’ll also see us watching the videos we’d just taken of ourselves, right in the middle of all the restarting and foreplay. Each time we restarted, though, the chemistry is always still there. We stayed horny, stayed connected. I so deeply appreciate all the body wisdom that Ivan introduced me to. His beautifully simple and shameless view of sex has changed everything for me. Through him, I’ve come to know just how powerful, and even healing, sex can be. We’ve been together for 5 years, and we’ve learned that, for us, staying connected through our bodies matters more than words. With our different cultures and neither of us speaking English as a first language, words can trip us up—but sex brings us back to each other. We really hope you, too, get to feel this kind of sweetness in your skin, your breath, your core. (Also, isn't the birdsong in the background just lovely? Just a little gift from our life here in East Africa.😘)

A quickie - with a lil' mix of chaos, coconut oil and anal play.

A very intimate, raw and spontaneous video of us passionately fucking on our bathroom floor. We put the phone down and forgot about it so the angles are weird and interesting. The kids were all home the weekend, so we tried to keep it quiet, but it was hard, because it was so so good. I feel like an absolute queen when Ivan shows up for me with such fullness and energy. We hope for you to enjoy our video and wish amazing juicy sex for all of you too. ❤️

Here, I had been editing one of my other videos, and fucking on and off the whole day. Additionally, I was ovulating, which means I was bursting at the seams with horny-ness and sensuality. I wanted to be fucked and fucked, over and over, deeeeeply (still do). Thank you and amen. (someone knocked on the gate right at the end and the extra naughtiness it made me feel sent me over the last little edge) (if you want to read more: "this is not about sex. but maybe it is. maybe it's about the way we learn to undress our souls, to bare our tenderest parts to the world and let them be touched. to say, "this is who i am- alive, hungry, burning."" -by Christopher Sexton I want to tell you a little story about myself. I come from a very conservative background, growing up in purity culture - the Christian version of sexuality where we are taught as women that our bodies belong only to God or our husband or that any type of sexual pleasure outside of marriage is wrong. I've been deconstructing from Christianity for the past 6 years now. Having become polyamorous, I started remembering sex again - the raw animal-ness and power of it, how it makes us alive, how essentially creative it is. Being a mother to four, too, it's taken me a while to re-connect to the raw, innocent sexuality that I felt surging up as a young teenager, before I started suppressing these desires. I'm now convinced that this innocent, passionate sexual energy that awoke in me then was the real me that I am getting back to and uncovering now. I'm moving back into my body - feeling myself, breathing, expanding into my capacity for more and more pleasure. Watch me and join me as I continue to reconnect to my true essence, which is this pure, passionate burn for life.)

We just moved to a new place after a year in this cute little house. Ivan and I thought we would say goodbye to it and honour our beautiful memories by fucking all over the house and garden, in between all the packing. Boxes everywhere, dust on our skin, laughter and tenderness and heat in every room, what a perfect celebratory farewell, right? 😉 We were able to be a bit loud for a change too, what a relief. (also, have I mentioned yet how much we both really really really like standing sex?) But this is more than just a sexy goodbye. This June, my mom and I hope to join the Global March to Gaza—to walk in solidarity, call for the opening of the Rafah border, and bear witness with our own bodies. All proceeds from this video will help us get there. If you believe justice and pleasure go hand in hand—if you know the body is sacred ground for resistance—thank you for walking with us. Love and hope and kisses and lots of good fucks to you all. 😘😘😘

As I wrote in our social post, I am back in my beautiful and beloved South Africa for good. I miss sex profusely, so I got my vibrator out that I haven't used in years (Ivan's dick was always waaayyy better, so I didn't have that primordial craving to be filled). I make myself squirt creaminess again and then keep masturbating until I have a shuddering orgasm. We're in the middle of a bloody hot summer here (like, 40°c kind of hot), but luckily, the warm mountain wind always helps to cool us down, and as a bonus, turns me on so much with its freedom-whispering properties. I was next to a quiet road, and although I was mostly hidden, if someone had decided to round the corner, I would have been seen.

This isn’t like our usual videos (or maybe a bit like the one where we fucked on the bathroom floor). The quality and lighting is quite rough and I left it completely unedited. What you see is 100% real and raw. We’d been craving anal for weeks, but it always feels like too much prep when time is short. This weekend, though, we'd both been dreaming about it too long so we finally put in the effort. It was surprisingly easy (being horny helps!), intense, and so good. So good, in fact, that we didn't want to stop to film. But then, in the middle of it again, I decided I really did need to capture it, even if only for us to watch again. So we gathered every ounce of self-disciplined and stopped in the middle of it to set up the camera. In the end, it felt too hot not to share, just in case you could also take some pleasure from it. If you know us, you know we usually try to keep things quiet. Eleven years of motherhood taught me to control my sounds a lot. But anal doesn’t let me. With Ivan’s beautiful, giant cock inside my ass, I can’t help it - it feels like being split open and remade at once. Primal sounds escape me before I can stop them (sounds that I feel a bit shy about afterwards actually). It’s like all the frozen parts inside me are being stirred, broken up, and released. And then there’s my face in-between the fucking, looking very dreamy and even a little dorky, but also really showing the heavenly yumminess of anal with Ivan. Welcome to our intensity. Sex is powerful. And in my opinion, anal sex even more so.