A Rare POV!

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 ❤️

Whenever the sun is out, my sensual earthen self loves to bask in the suns radiant, arousing energy! As a voyeur and exhibitionist, the idea of my neighbors spying on me from beyond the barrier of the fence, or even just hearing the echo of my orgasm floating in the wind gives me a ton of excitement! 🤭🌞✨ I hope you enjoy it as much as I did 🤍

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.

Sometimes there is tension in the body that can only be moved sexually. Times where someone has edged & teased you for as long as you can take before you reach your threshold and HAVE to cum. This moment was one of those for me. In the solitude of the evening, all flaws & grotesque desires covered in red light, I found myself writhing in desire that I couldn't contain anymore. I breathed and growled my way through the energy stuck in my body until it burst out of me all at once ❤️‍🔥🔥🏮😈🌚✨

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 💦

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 💗

A short and sweet connection after spotting my husband sunning his beautiful cock in the yard. Sensual kisses, gentle touch, and a very surprising moment of release 💦

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

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 🤎