Welp. M started her period yesterday and I started mine today… needless to say no video for today. BUT announcement: for February , valentines month , we are going to do a Retro RolePlay-a-thon 👀 Mailman, and plumbers, and maids galore 🤤 please comment below with any old porn tropes you want to see next month because we love to serve 😘❤️
2024-01-18 15:28:36 +0000 UTC View Post• intentional • Wake up. Coffee. News. Second cup of coffee. Workout. Shower. Breakfast. Work. Possibly more coffee. Lunch. Errands. Dinner. Last second emails. Time with your partner. Cuddle. Check work again. Sleep. Repeat. Life never stops. So, how do we find time to? Last week I was sick in bed with a head cold for a few days, and my partner had to wait on me and our little human and all 6 of our cats alone. For us hyper independent humans, being taken care of can feel so burdensome. I don’t like feeling weak or like I’m making someone else’s day harder but this is what a partnership is. When talking about the trials and tribulations of a relationship, the “we’ve been through our ups and downs,” this is what we are talking about. Not cheating and pathological lying, not gaslighting or abuse. Those are not normal ups & downs. In sickness & in health, for richer or for poorer, your person is meant to be your partner for real Human experiences. People ask me all the time, “how do you know M is the person for you?” Here is my answer. She wants to be. In the first year of our relationship, I had to work two jobs. I’d wake up at 5 am, work in an office until 4, drive home, change my clothes and then work at a bar from 6pm to 2 am. I had a little human at home, and with my busy schedule I couldnt go on many dates. So instead She chose to be at every night shift I had, just for the opportunity to maybe talk to me on my breaks. Then, only six months into us dating, her sister passed away. She didn’t push me away or say she was going through too much for a new relationship. She let me be there for her. I spent a week & a half in the hospital helping take care of her when she was grieving and also taking care of her family. Eventually, life slowed & I was able to get my own place and quit working two jobs. Then I got laid off. And instead of saying my life wasn’t her responsibility, she stood up and paid for groceries and helped with bills on her not even livable wage, to support the family she Wanted to be a part in. We’ve LITERALLY been stranded in the desert for hours without drinkable water. I nearly had heatstroke and fell into a cactus and I remember thinking to myself if we could just find our way to water or back to a car, if we could make it through THIS then we can make it though anything. Life or death, for richer or poorer, this woman has been my rock. Sometimes the rock in my shoe, but she is always willing to hear me and grow and work together to better our relationship. As I am for her. Life has changed so much since then and now she stays home, doesn’t have to work because I provide for her every need. Everything she could want or dream of I would bend earth to make it happen for her. So, How do we know we are it for each other ? Because on days where work is to much, where life is too much, we choose each other. Love is a verb, an act, it’s not an accident... love is intentional, and can be as simple as indulging in our morning showers.
2024-01-16 16:49:38 +0000 UTC View Post• making love • Who are you masturbating for? Have you ever stopped to ask? Sex with yourself can be like scratching an itch, but it can also be an act of worship. Turning the screens off, letting myself be present. It didn’t used to be this way. I was repulsed by my body & felt guilty for touching it. Purity culture had taught me that loving my self was sinful. Everytime I needed to scratch that itch- the most human of necessities, I was torn between self disgust and desire. It took many years but I’ve found my inner peace, the god inside me worth worshiping more than any old man in a book I used to read. To get to heaven I need not travel farther than between my own knees. Focusing on what I’m feeling in my body, the sensations beneath my skin that tell me where to touch. Focusing on the way my chest rises and falls, how am I breathing? Am I holding back sounds I might be embarrassed to make even though I’m alone? Opening my mouth to let my voice out and hearing how oh so delicate it sounds as the vibrations hit the air. Relaxing into the comfort of knowing there is no one here to judge me other than myself. There is a level of self love that you gain when you know YOU aren’t your worst critic anymore. When you don’t have to fear the voices between your ears, or face taunting eyes in the mirror. To let go, to use more than one toy at once, to allow yourself to try new things and give into the taboo. You should’nt feel any shame , when the one you’re making love with, is you.
2024-01-11 21:56:35 +0000 UTC View Post• eager • More often than not recently, I have been quite the pillow prince. Reason being, my partner wasn’t in the mood to receive. When no comes instead she craves making me cum. I have talked before on rejection in the bedroom and how we can respect our partners without that hurting your own ego. However, that isn’t the topic today. Today, I got to have her. There aren’t any words. Missing her scent, her sounds, her curves. She had to tell me to calm down because I couldn’t wait to have my tongue to her skin again. She is the warmth I crave in winter and cool waters on a summers day. The way her fingers furl in my hair holding me still, eager to please her, I’d drown in her oceans.
2024-01-09 14:00:27 +0000 UTC View Post
Day two of healing!! My nipples feel as raw as they do after using M as my personal nipple clamps 😏
2024-01-05 23:25:20 +0000 UTC View Post
A little irritated but here is the first look 🥹🥹🥹🥹
2024-01-05 01:13:16 +0000 UTC View PostYALL I GET MY TITTYS TATTOOED IN THE MORNING!!!! I will do my best to post a video tomorrow but if I don’t, that is why 👀 stay tuned for the updated titty reveal 😭😭😭😭
2024-01-04 01:31:57 +0000 UTC View PostI posted early yesterday because I was busy today working on my new website enlustful.com 💕 feel free to check it out and bring engagement to the page.
2024-01-02 20:13:28 +0000 UTC View Post• expectations • Yes means nothing, if no isn’t an option. This has been a prominent part of my relationship, consent being at the very heart of all decisions in and out of the bedroom. Sex is a power exchange, not a siphon used to drain the life from one person to the next. A kiss doesn’t feel better from resistant lips & A body on my list isn’t more important than her feeling safe when I lay between her hips. “No” means everything, when I know “yes” was taken from her before. “No” means I need your arms around me a little while more. “No” means for just a moment remind me that I am more than my body. “No” is a chance for calm reassurance, an opportunity for intimacy on a level that leaves this world behind and melds us together long past when our bodies won’t function like bunnies in spring. I want to plant seeds that will hold us throughout winter. To hold her on porch swings we can barely get out of, ending our days joking about how we used to think our bones were brittle in our twenties and oh, if only we could see us now. She is more than her looks though she is my muse in every meaning of the word, my only expectation is that I’ll love her until our souls leave this world.
2024-01-01 16:57:34 +0000 UTC View Post• C U Next Tuesday(2024) • In 2023 I quit a 5+ year career in accounting to focus on something I was truly passionate about: Realistic, healthy, kinky queer intimacy. Starting out in my bedroom, not sure how to set myself apart from other pages on a site like this, I realized the best thing I could do with such a vulnerable piece of my body was to be vulnerable in my emotions as well. My own fantasies & fetishes, these things I thought were too taboo I could never find a like minded person to tell them to. The way I love myself I haven’t seen often in media of any kind. Emotionally & physically I know my body and how to please it. Not only in a sexual way. I give grace when my body needs rest, I tell myself “you know you did your best.” I am patient in my goals no matter how impulsive I want to be & am still allowing myself time to find a balance in the present & the safety that loving myself has provided me. I’m not afraid to fail or chase a new dream, and that’s all thanks to this leap. I never knew sex work could become my life’s dream. Without sharing much of it online, I’ve been in school during this time and working extra hours with mentors, learning how to take this online presence into a brick & mortar business. Something I can take with me as I age. As I’ve been in school I’ve learned that sex work can be something for all of us. Relationship coaching goes far beyond just couples, and you don’t age out of sex. From adults needing help finding their passion for their own bodies, to relearning intimacy as our bodies grow and change and age. I want to work with people throughout every stage. Whether it’s here online or as an Intimacy Coach, the goal has always been to at least help one other person find beauty and safety in their own body as their home. I guess all this is to say thank you for helping me grow a career out of this community, one I am committed to continue providing content I’m proud of. I promise to stay learning along side you, continuing to be vulnerable with you, as you have all been with me in messages and comments, emails and encounters. You are what makes this job worth it, what makes this career rewarding, & I am proud to be stepping into a new year with you. Have a safe and wonderful New Year, you’ll find me here next Tuesday, January 1st, 2024.
2023-12-28 15:40:38 +0000 UTC View Post• gravity • Why do you have sex? It’s a question I never thought to ask myself until I was questioning my sexuality. Between dress code scarlet letters and church books leaving paper cuts sculpting obedient wives, I was groomed into the perfect apple ripe for picking. I knew what to say & do all to get a man to be interested in me. Cat and mouse, the thrill of the chase, the performance of a life time for mediocre dick & a less than climactic climax. All for security. Stability. Maybe a notch on my belt all because he picked me. But Over time the sweet fruit of my looms would grow bitter, rotting the core of who I was. I would feel trapped inside the people I chose, only to self sabotage the relationship knowing that filling that hole never made me feel whole. I didn’t know then that I wanted more than to be wanted. I wanted love, intimacy, mutual desire. I wanted to want someone so much I need her warmth as my own personal fire. To crave their laugh as much as my name on their lips, ache for her to be in my arms, as much as I needed to be between her hips. As her soul fills my hands, her scent fills my lungs. I would fulfill her every dream, provide for her every need. My day feels lighter, if I’ve lightened her burdens. You see, coming out as lesbian, and finding my person made me realize the that day I met her, was the day that gravity was no longer the only thing holding me to earth.
2023-12-26 23:40:28 +0000 UTC View Posthey all!! 😘so, I don’t always like to rewear my lingerie sets after they’ve been used a couple times.. and I know some people are REALLY into buying used garments. Hell I’ll be vulnerable and say I LOVE the way my woman’s underwear smells so I have no judgement. Just trying to find a way to get rid of these without just throwing them out. I have spent sometimes 75+ dollars on a set and hey, it could be your collectors item ;) So if anyone is interested in acquiring them for a $$, id love to chat ❤️ If this isn’t your thing, remember not to tuck anyone yum and we are all just mammals who like mammal things; ie smells ❤️
2023-12-26 14:16:22 +0000 UTC View Post• oasis • I love to play. I love dress up, characters, & cheeky little scenes. From glass slippers to platform heels, blazers & bow ties, all the way down to the lace and frills made for rendezvous thrills. It isn’t a surprise I love to have an audience. Watch me preform, watch me play. I even enjoy watching me tease myself, and I especially delighted in making my woman watch me from the other room before they could have me themself. There is nothing like being savored by someone whose mouth has been watering, thirsty, aching in need awaiting their reward for their patience… the warmth of their lips eagerly drinking me like the purest oasis in this Arizona desert.
2023-12-22 16:19:40 +0000 UTC View Post
Todays video will be delayed however here is a sneak peak ;)
2023-12-22 00:26:07 +0000 UTC View Post• masc for masc • Full of bloopers & awkward moments, this video is an amateurs dream. Calling myself a masculine person always gets a few responses. People praising me for being open with how I identify, others asking if the masc is in the room with us. All of my life I grew up not understanding the set rules between boys and girls. I loved to dance and sing and play dress up… as the prince in all my stories. I didn’t want people to see me as a girl when I was around age 10 so I would wear Etnies skater shoes, baggy pants and baggy shirts. As I aged I found a love for makeup and dresses and heels, and I still love those things, but why is it that when I wear them, people discredit how I identify? I’m Not androgynous enough, not masculine enough, but still I get asked “how are you a lesbian and nonbinary” as if the lesbian flag itself doesn’t have a color for Gender Nonconforming Peoples(that’s me🙋). I’ve walked through this world being perceived as a woman my whole life, so I feel extremely close to the woman experience. Ive birthed a life, fed that life, so I am proud of my body and I don’t feel I personally need to medically alter it to save myself / mental health. Though I’m a HUGE advocate for body modifications (see all my tattoos), as well as gender confirming surgery, that’s just not in my journey. My journey is expressive. I’ve learned quickly that if a man can put on heels & a dress and still identify as a man, then I too can wear a pretty dress an makeup and still use they/them pronouns. Still be confident and sure of my own masculinity. My woman calls me her pretty boy when I’m all dolled up, then calls me big boy when I’m topping her. She eats me out and sucks my dick all at once and to her, the nuance& love without judgment is always present. Maybe the labels I use don’t always fit 100% of how I feel every day. nonbinary doesn’t always fit how I’m feeling, maybe gender fluid is more appropriate, basking in my feminine energy for weeks before cycling back through to my boyish charm. While the internet argues over specifics that cause more separation than community, the real world doesn’t care about labels. No one is arguing at a bar over how we identify or present ourselves. We are all just wine tasting new generes of personalities and loves until we find where we fit in. Not all of us are born knowing who we are, or who we will love. Man, woman, neither, fluid, Ace, Lesbian, Gay, t4t, butch and Femme or masc for masc… it’s what’s in the bottle, not what’s on the label that counts.
2023-12-19 16:37:58 +0000 UTC View Post• inhuman • From muscular menacing werewolves & vivacious vampires, as a society we have turned to YA novels, movies & dungeons not made for dragons, to dabble in the art of romanticizing monsters. Now, this is a POV video, definitely no monsters. But if you are like me this video is more about what you hear versus what you see… My woman calls me Persephone & I call them Hades, but not just because our love is eternal, fated & as inevitable as the seasons. As if she is possessed with flesh of our desires, in an almost beast like state, her voice goes from deep human breathing, to low demonic guttural sounds. There is a part of me that freezes instantly. The primal urge to run away. Expressionless hungry eyes. Their body seemingly shapeshifting in front of me as she goes from sitting to somehow towering over me. As my legs shake I can’t tell if it’s in preparation to run or spread. Consider me her personal dinner and a show all in one. Her eyes darken and her body language speaks to me letting me know I only have one destiny, to be her prey. And praying I am, with their name on my lips and their teeth in my skin, my god, my demon, my beautifully inhuman human.
2023-12-12 15:34:10 +0000 UTC View Post
Sneak peak on my nipple tattoo idea as a bday present to myself next month 👀
2023-12-09 18:32:22 +0000 UTC View Post• sweet nothings • When parents, friends, and lovers alike have proven to us time and time again that their words mean nothing unless they are filled with venom, we develop a belief that sweet nothings are quite literally that, nothing. Meaningless nonsense, a means to an end. Courting has been reduced to pickup lines that are reused and recycled again and again. “You take eachothers clothes off before sex, but get dressed alone” is more accepted than healthy aftercare. And even if aftercare was more normalized, why would we believe them or feel truly safe? People are flakey and fickle and we don’t know if we will ever find any consistency in relationships. These beliefs from our past experiences blend into our relationships, romantic and otherwise. In my own relationship, the first time we had sex M set a boundary that she didn't want me to use her name, as a way to shield her heart. This of course, has been changed in the time of us being together. We’ve even gathered many more names for each other. Through our years together over and over we consistently prove the bias in our head wrong and we’ve learned to lean on each other, to teach each other that love is worth being vulnerable. Love means trusting that the compliments and praise our partners give us are true to them. We don’t invalidate their experiences, including their perspective on being with us. Sleezy pick up lines turn into corny jokes, late night compliments are now daily truths sprinkled in conversation, pillow talk Saturday nights is now a hello every morning, and sweet nothings become .. well everything.
2023-12-08 02:33:04 +0000 UTC View Post• beauty & the beast • This won’t be for everyone. But it most certainly is for me. The first time I tried anal, it was an accident. Fortunately for me, it was a case of a tongue moving further south than planned, instead of hot-dog-down-the-wrong-hallway situation. Even though my initial thought was shock, I let my body relax into it. I didn’t know if I’d like it or not unless I genuinely tried to experience it. Here we are now, years later, so you could assume what I discovered about myself that day. This doesn’t mean I’ve gotten to live out my darkest dirtiest dreams ever since, quite the contrary. Many people are not open to the position. Giving nor receiving. Me being me, I refuse to push anyone to try anything they don’t want to. So, color me shocked when my partner who wasn’t really open to anal when we met, starts calling my butt plugs jewelry. She starts picking out pieces SHE wants to see me wear for her. It’s become their conquest to fill every hole, touch every inch inside and out, To truly own me in every way- even the seemingly degrading ones. It is an overwhelming emotional experience to be giving up my body for her enjoyment. Knowing she’s seen me that closely, she’s been everywhere sometimes all at once and my body and soul feel like they’ve been volunteered to her as an offering. The devotion, the soul tie, the emotional release, the heat of my body rising, my own melody moving from moaning to inhuman screams.. it feels so forbidden to let my body enjoy these senses & experiences, yet I have to remember that we are mammals. Our bodies are temples with rooms to explore. Our flesh just as much beast as there is beauty… & why not find beauty in the beast.
2023-12-04 16:01:23 +0000 UTC View Post
