Preparing for another fun shoot!š
Preparing for another fun shoot!š
2021-11-09 18:20:10 +0000 UTC View Post
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Dear Wild One, ā£ā£ You are not required to justify your pleas..
Dear Wild One, ā£ā£ You are not required to justify your pleasure under the blanket of any particular label of sexuality.ā£ā£ ā£ā£ {Let that sink in}ā£ā£ ā£ā£ You are not required to justify your sexual liberation under the blanket of spirituality.ā£ā£ ā£ā£ {Let that sink in}ā£ā£ ā£ā£ You are not required to justify your spiritual expansion under the blanket of religion.ā£ā£ ā£ā£ {Let that sink in}ā£ā£ ā£ā£ Recently, I was reflecting on how much permission Iāve needed to explore my own pleasure, sexuality, womanhood, and humanness. Permission I wasnāt getting from my childhood belief systems, cultural norms, or whatās socially acceptable. ā£ā£ ā£ā£ Within the realm of artistry and creativity, I found permission to express myself outside of the box. Within the realm of spirituality, I found permission to explore more of my pleasure and mind-body-spirit connection. Within the realm of sexuality, I found permission to let my freak flag fly.ā£ā£ ā£ā£ Now, Iām finding permission within myself to flow and explore amongst all of the above. Not forsaking one for the otherāfor example, not labeling myself āless spiritualā for choosing to enjoy the fleshly pleasuresābut rather experiencing it all. Being it all. ā£ā£ ā£ā£ Fuckājust BEING, period.ā£ā£ ā£ā£ With more playfulness, more freedom, more openness, more connection, more alivenessā¦without that formerly nagging fear that my own heart and my own inner being would āsteer me wrong.āā£ā£ ā£ā£ Abundant life is available to you now, and not in the fear-based ways you and I have been taught. I must warn you, though, thereās no space there for bullshit, shame, judgment, or superiority complexes. This is the place you come to lay that shit down and surrender to whatās trying to emerge. A space to heal, explore, open, release, receive, and become. Have you become familiar with that place yet? Do you feel it calling?ā£ā£ ā£ā£ That place is your heart. ā£ā£ ā£ā£ Welcome home.ā„ļøā£ā£ ā£ā£ Longing to go deeper? Explore the goodies on my website. Hereās to a beautiful start to the week, Wild Ones.ā£ā£ ā£ā£ ā£Photo by Frank Martinez
2021-11-08 16:33:28 +0000 UTC View PostThis right here, while it may look shocking to someā¦ In its..
This right here, while it may look shocking to someā¦ In its essence, to me, itās not about pain, power, or even pleasure. Itās about trust, connection, and surrender. That deep knowing that Iām held, known, taken care of, SAFE. That no moan, squeal, guttural groan, squirm, flinch, and tremble goes unnoticed; the process is a work of art being co-created between artist and muse. That I can be pushed to the threshold of my capacity, then lovingly soothed just when I need it. All of this combined is whatās made fl0gging such a powerful catalyst of release for me. And Ryanās experienceā¦wow, thatās a share for another time. Wishing you a beautiful Sunday, Wild Ones.ā¤ļøāš„
2021-11-07 20:22:37 +0000 UTC View PostGetting ready for a fun night.š
Getting ready for a fun night.š
2021-11-07 04:54:37 +0000 UTC View PostYour eyes are home. Your embrace is a safe haven from the ch..
Your eyes are home. Your embrace is a safe haven from the chaos of the world. Simply being in each otherās presence inspires more of our individual best to rise up and shine through.ā£ ā£ For so many years, it wasnāt this way. In fact, if we could tell our exhausted, resentful, hurting, lonely selves that this would one day be our reality, we wouldnāt believe it. ā£ ā£ Remember the times I felt physically repulsed at the thought of your touch? Remember that night you told me āI hate you! And I hate your eyes looking at meāI see SATAN in your eyes!ā as I screamed back with all my wrathful might, āfuck you! I fucking hate you, too! IāM DONE.āā£ ā£ We were fucking crazy, blindly fumbling through the mess of our traumas and pain we repeatedly projected onto each other. Returning to loveāCHOOSING to loveāagain and again. Not even necessarily choosing to love each other, at least not at firstā¦but learning how to choose to love ourselves, WITHIN our union.ā£ ā£ We have walked the impossible path, the one that wasnāt supposed to even exist. The path that led us back to ourselves, our hearts, our fears, our desiresā¦and along that path, we found each other.ā£ ā£ Not again, but for the first time.ā£ ā£ My Love, as we keep expanding and transforming again and again, shedding old skin and stretching another set of new wingsā¦I will keep ālearningā you. Iāll keep learning me. And Iāll keep learning us.ā£ ā£ Hereās to the ever-unfolding becoming, Wild Ones.
2021-11-06 16:25:11 +0000 UTC View PostHowever busy the day, make moments to play! This is one of..
However busy the day, make moments to play! This is one of our favorite places to play, at our San Diego nude beach. š āļø With the weather cooling down, weāre taking advantage of the warm days as much as we can between family, work, and other adventures.
2021-11-04 21:53:39 +0000 UTC View PostDrink me in, Iāll eat you up Loversā treat, dessert deluxe š
Drink me in, Iāll eat you up Loversā treat, dessert deluxe š
2021-11-04 14:22:09 +0000 UTC View PostLove isnāt safe, and it doesnāt fit into a tidy little box. ..
Love isnāt safe, and it doesnāt fit into a tidy little box. Itās fucking messy, loud, and wild.ā£ ā£ It obliterates the walls weāve built to protect ourselves from pain, exposing the nakedness of our hearts. It activates our unhealed wounds, f0rcing them to be felt in their fullness. It lends a voice to both our longing and our grief.ā£ ā£ Do you want a comfortable, risk-free life? Do not love. You will be crushed and ripped open more than both your heart and your logical mind believe you can possibly withstand. And yetā¦ā£ ā£ Without it, you are empty, and life makes no sense. Like breathing air with no oxygen, or consuming your favorite food without getting to taste or swallow it. Your heart, your SOUL suffocates and dies of hunger.ā£ ā£ This is the reality many of us live in. Dying of hunger, gasping for air, cut off from love. What will you do? Will you accept your fate within this norm, or create something real, something ALIVE?ā£ ā£ My wish is for you to get a taste of the latter. And once you do, in your heart youāll KNOWā¦thereās no going back.ā£ ā£ šø by Frank Martinez
2021-11-03 14:28:50 +0000 UTC View PostRyan gets a new belt in the mail for his new dress pants. Na..
Ryan gets a new belt in the mail for his new dress pants. Naturally, this is the first thing we have to do with it.š Has it passed the initial test? Why, yes. This will do nicely til our flogger arrives. š
2021-11-02 23:52:56 +0000 UTC View PostBehind this photo is a story of fear and shame. A story of a..
Behind this photo is a story of fear and shame. A story of a woman who lived in fear of her sexuality and felt disgusted by her desires, resentful of her bodyās shameful ability to make others stumble. A story of a woman who āgaveā sex out of obligation and then resented her Lover for ātaking.ā A story of a woman who, no matter how much she martyred herself for the good of others, was never good enough. ā£ ā£ This same woman decided one day to begin reclaiming her pleasure. To stop blaming her Lover, her childhood conditioning, the patriarchy, society, the worldā¦for her painful disconnection from her self. Her body. Her desires. Her HEART.ā£ ā£ She decided that, instead of trying to FIX herself, she would practice radical self-acceptance. ā£ ā£ Instead of holding onto her harsh judgments towards her body, she would courageously face her judgments, draw them closer, then set them free. ā£ ā£ Instead of looking for the magic pill to transform her into who she wanted to be, she would create her own magic and choose herself, every fucking day.ā£ ā£ Within that space, magic began to unfold. A sacred space to explore, feel, release, rage, breathe, and squeal with delight. With each orgasm, she died and was reborn again. ā£ ā£ And again, and againā¦ā£ ā£ Opening new dimensions of intimacy and pleasure with her Beloved. Oh, how heād been longing for this for eons! Her desire, her body, her heart: UNLOCKED.ā£ ā£ Kings, ready to see your Queen unlock her desire? Queens, ready to embody your erotic wholeness? I invite you to embark on this journey in your life. ā¤ļøāš„š
2021-11-02 14:19:13 +0000 UTC View PostNothing reveals our fear of abandonment, fear of rejection, ..
Nothing reveals our fear of abandonment, fear of rejection, fear of being not enough, and fear of being ātoo muchā as INTENSELY and ruthlessly as our sexuality does.ā£ ā£ The breakdowns and breakthroughs are unparalleled to any other. Our pain and desires are magnified within this vulnerable space, leaving no part of our shadow untouched, if we dare to face it.ā£ ā£ Doing so requires letting down our walls completely, exploring what weāve labeled ābadā or āwrongā within our sexuality with an open heart. There, our disowned desires at last make themselves known. Our egoās fragility is laid bare. Our spiritās uninhibited exuberance emerges.ā£ ā£ The bedroom (or wherever you choose to explore & play) becomes the most powerful āarena,ā unlocking one transformation after the other, activating depths within you didnāt even know existed.ā£ ā£ And the possibilities are endless.ā£ ā£ No matter where you are on your journey of sexuality, spirituality, personal growth, or healing, I guarantee there is soooo much more yumminess awaiting you. Ready to taste a lil more of it in your life? Take a peek at lucilampe.com to go deeper. ā£ Hereās to your awakening, pleasure, and power, Wild Ones. ā¤ļøāš„š«ā£ ā£ šø by Frank Martinez ā£
2021-11-01 16:57:21 +0000 UTC View PostHalloween weekend fun, adult version. Pre-play and post-play..
Halloween weekend fun, adult version. Pre-play and post-play images. šš I love that we get to enjoy this kind of play with a āfuck yesā attitude now. YEARS of working through our own personal pains, traumas, fears, insecuritiesā¦now enjoying the sweetness of surrender and containment, excited to keep exploring. ā„ļø Happy Halloween, Wild Ones!
2021-11-01 00:26:33 +0000 UTC View PostMy Love, come and tasteā¦a love endless oceans deep that tran..
My Love, come and tasteā¦a love endless oceans deep that transcends time and space. The hell of being lonely together all those years was worth the wait, worth the effort, worth the healing, and worth the pain. Remember that moment last week, looking into your eyes, feeling as though my heart was collapsing as I felt through an unexplored depth of my insecurities. You held me fully in my fear, gracefully expressing your own. I whispered between sobsā¦you are worth hurting for. This love is worth hurting for. I am worth hurting for. And ALL of itā¦is worth LIVING for, with this joy, freedom, and expansive cosmic connection that keeps growing and blowing our fucking minds. Pain will come and pain will go, but this we know: we have suffered enough. Itās time to en-JOY. Hereās to our love, to the power of alchemy, and to whatās yet to comeā¦ā¤ļøāš„ Photo by Frank Martinez
2021-10-31 15:48:11 +0000 UTC View PostāPlease give me your delicious cumā¦PLEASE!ā ā£ā£ā£ ā£ā£ā£ Iām not ..
āPlease give me your delicious cumā¦PLEASE!ā ā£ā£ā£ ā£ā£ā£ Iām not one to beg, but when Iām dripping with desire and aching to drip with so much more, Iām not too proud to plead with my lover. In fact, I fucking love it. And the REAL icing on the cake is seeing the look in his eyes when his primal senses pick up the scent of my raw desire, both of us drvnk on the cocktail of deep emotional intimacy + animalistic hunger.ā£ā£ā£ ā£ā£ā£ But it wasnāt always this way.ā£ā£ā£ ā£ā£ā£ For over a decade, this manās soul felt repeatedly crushed by my rejection of his manhood, while I continuously wrestled with doubts about my womanhood. Both of us afraid of being too much; both of us feeling like we were not enough.ā£ā£ā£ ā£ā£ā£ Sure, weād have sex; but once orgasms were accomplished for us both, we were left with a deeper yearning. Then, about once a year, weād have an huge fight about sex, where all the hidden resentments and judgments erupted like hot lava, damaging everything in its path.ā£ā£ā£ ā£ā£ā£ āWhy isnāt this enough?ā we both questioned the rest of the time, secretly, because we were too ashamed to admit we were unsatisfied. It felt like all we could do was try to recreate the passion we had while dating & newly married. ā£ā£ā£ ā£ā£ā£ Life happened. Kids happened. Financial hardships happened. Disabilities happened. There was always something more important than worrying about whether or not my husband felt wanted and accepted sexually. There was always something more pressing than the exploration of my own desires.ā£ā£ā£ ā£ā£ā£ Little did I know then how powerful cultivating desire would be. Every seemingly insurmountable issue we were facing shifted once we truly began feeling like we could trust and surrender, TOGETHER. We began unraveling the shame that had kept us so lonely inside our marriage. It felt like it was us against the world again, except this time, there was nothing to prove; just US, emotionally and spiritually connected, sexually alive, and full of possibilities.ā£ā£ā£ ā£ā£ā£ This next chapter has many juicy pages already. Ready to unlock more pleasure and juiciness in your sex life and relationship? Apply for coaching with either or both of us. <3 Photo by Frank Martinez
2021-10-30 16:31:43 +0000 UTC View Post
