Watching My Pleasure in the Mirror

My husband and I fell into a connective moment after dinner that turned into a delicious rapture of eye contact that felt like mutual possession of the other; both of us, right where we wanted to be. Connection through cock worship, rough fucking, several positions and an intense gaze at the other.

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 💦

Right before my therapy appointment I was struck with the desire to put a little lingerie on, exist in my sensual power, and cum. As I began to drop into my body, my crush came to mind and my orgasm intensified significantly with his sexy self in mind 🤤

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 ❤️

My husband was a sleepy angel this morning and I stumbled upon his hard cock first thing, and couldn't help but wake him up pleasurably!

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 😉

This video is a short little moment from a sexting exchange I shared with someone that lasted hours and involved us both ravenously horny in red light 🏮

In the mood for reconnection, I asked my partner to join me on a little drive while listening to a new album. In my inspired energy, I randomly wanted to suck his cock so I pulled over and got on my knees until he came in my mouth! My partner is not an exhibitionist like me, so this was an edge for him that I'm grateful he allowed himself to explore with me :)

Self pleasure is something that goes much deeper than just the end result of cumming ~ it's a way I create a sensual container for myself to be all that I am in any given moment. This mornings pleasure sesh included some stretching, sensual self touch, tending to pain in my neck and back, being slow, not expecting anything from my pussy, and a surprisingly wet orgasm💦 Not all orgasms are beautiful, and yet they are entirely compelling exactly as they are.

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 🤎