Birthday Sex (Part II)

Sensory deprivation is something that I find very arousing for many reasons. In this case, I found myself interested in it aesthetically at first, but the experience of it actually allowed me to tap into complete freedom. Not thinking about how any of it looked, just how it felt to be with my lovers body. There is a level of messiness you have to surrender to when you don't have access to your hands, and when your eyes are covered from any distraction - in that surrender I found a kind of sexual liberation I think about to this day ❣️ PS sorry about the camera angle in the beginning, it switches to POV midway 😉

I'm still fantasizing about how hot this sex was 🥵 My husband teases me about being able to move me however he wants, to which I beg for proof! He proceeds to fuck me so passionately and dominantly, bringing out moans I've never heard myself make through quivering breaths. Then he covers me in his beautiful silky cum 💦

A slow and meandering beginning finding our rhythm making love in the woods is interrupted unexpectedly!

After being interrupted by some passersby during a slower passionate moment, we finish with intensity and heat ❤️‍🔥

One of my favorite ways to interact with my being while I'm fucking myself is to watch myself in the mirror. It takes you into a different kind of pleasure realm to witness yourself. To gaze upon your own yoni. To dress up for yourself. To salivate over your own movements and moans mirrored back to you 🥵 When I engage with my pleasure in this way, I always wonder why I don't bring a mirror out more often!✨🪞❤️‍🔥

My partner and I spent the weekend away from the city, camping in nature where there was an abundance of nourishing solitude & stillness. Wandering down a path we stumbled upon a secret meadow and immediately desired to make love in the open. We took our time grounding into each other and connecting, eventually finding a sweetly erotic rhythm with each others bodies 🤍 This was an experience neither of us will ever forget, and made our secret camp spot that much more magical.

For me, late luteal phase sex can be a process of slowly feeling into pleasure that sits just behind pain. Gently releasing into my lovers desire helped open me into my own pleasure one breath, moan, and giggle at a time ❤️

Chronic illness is not represented enough in pleasure. In many ways it can exist as a barrier to feeling good, and at the same time, it teaches you how to truly feel the pleasurable moments in the body when they are there. This is an example of sensuality that is mundane, and mundane moments that become sensual in a body that is experiencing pain 🤎

Pure devoted time to worshipping my husbands literally perfect cock! How am I so lucky to be the one with full access to praise, suck, slap, spit on, lick and taste his addictive cock? 🫠🫠 maybe we don't need to know, we can just observe the magic together!

There is something so erotic about intimacy with the intention of not escalating past a certain point. It allows for the swell of longing and the ability to be deeply present with exactly where you are. Kissing, dry humping, and flirty play are things that bring us both into such blissful connection with each other in the here and now 💗