Embracing this attitude, Mitch Gobel and his partner Sally Mustang have taken to Instagram to immortalize and share their beautiful act together. It all started when Mitch Gobel, who is an artist and a conservationist, took a New Year’s resolution that he would be more open about sex.

New Years resolution… Be more open about sex. It’s not something I’ve really spoken about in my career as an artist but it’s a huge part of who I am. Exploring sex has given me so much self respect and empowerment, I think it’s the key to a successful relationship and a healthy mind. Sex enables anyone to push their creative limits and I believe sex is art, in every aspect of the term. My names Mitch Gobel, I’m a sex addict and from now on you’ll be hearing a little bit more about my very personal life and the experiences that have shaped and made me who I am 

But unfortunately, some of his posts were taken down by Instagram because they were considered to be too raunchy. However, his wonderful lover Sally Mustang, who is a model and a yoga practitioner, took charge and started celebrating their sex on her account. Some of which survived. 

Go ahead and read the couple’s beautiful stories here:

Faced down on the bed, with her hands tied behind her back. Legs wide open, her ankles tied to the corner footings of the bed frame. I slowly but firmly put the weight of my body down on hers, whispered into her ear and told her ‘if you make any noise, or move even just a little, I’m going to stop’. As a reply she gave me a subtle ‘mhmm’ and with that it was like her body was paralysed. She was so focused on laying still that she even slowed down her breathing. I slowly moved back down towards her thighs and continued gently teasing… This has always been one of my favourite games.

It was always hard for me to be comfortable expressing myself like this sexually. Confidence slowly built with more steady relationships and I realised the power I had within my mind and through my words in bed.

Similar principles apply to my art. As an artist in such a competitive industry, how you present and talk about your work is just as important as the art itself. I had to learn to be comfortable taking not only about what my work meant to me, but even bigger than that – my ambition.

Being confident in using my words and trusting my instincts, is what I owe a lot of my success to. In the studio and in bed.

Seduction is always the best part, always! I know when I’m in a position of power… I’d just got out of the shower, I walked into my room with one hand holding the towel just so it covered my waist down, the other on the door handle. She was dancing, facing away from me and looking out to the view. I made a point of making the door slam, so that she could hear it over the music, and she did.

She turned around and before she could say anything I moved towards her, I covered her mouth with both of my hands, dropped my towel and gently but firmly forced her body up against the wall of windows over looking the sea of twinkling street lights below.

I positioned her face first up against the window and without warning, firmly grasped between her legs and gripped tightly. I stayed there for a moment then without saying anything, slowly guided my tongue from her shoulder up to her ear… Literally nothing else matters when I’m in these moments, it’s like being in another world. This is when I create, this is when I’m in the studio, this is when I call my life mine, I create exactly what I want and I own it completely.

I’ve found this place within my sex life and my art that’s so different but at the same time, exactly the same. My appetite for sex has cost me a lot but it’s taught me lessons that I could only learn through those hardship’s.

Sex is art, this is where I started being creative. I was never a footy or cricket guy, this was my creative outlet and I’ve pushed it just as far as I’ve pushed my art. Good news is, I’ll never stop pushing either

All she was wearing were black thigh-high stockings and a silk blind-fold, no panties. She was on her knees, hands tied behind her back, legs spread as widely apart as was comfortable for her and bent over our couch… Her world in that moment was the sound of my voice and the feeling of my subtle but very apparent touch.

I slowly ran my tongue up from the back of her right knee to the top of her thigh, and a little further, making sure that I let out a steady, heavy, warm breath at the same time. I ended the lick with a soft kiss then planted my lips on what was left of the inside of her left thigh, about as close as I could without kissing her. With that kiss, I moved an inch higher and gave another, then another.

Without touching her I paused for a moment, so that she could feel me there – my face an inch away from her. She could feel my breath right where she wanted to feel my tongue. I started to breath faster and heavier, as I did I could hear the excitement in her breath. Her body started twitching, she was begging for it, even subtly trying to move her self towards my face, I had her right where I wanted her ‘Stop!’ I told her, and we both froze, I held my breath for a few seconds more then slowly I let out another long, steady breath and as it ran out I guided my tongue onto her. As soon as I connected with her I stopped moving, I could feel her shaking, twitching, but I stayed completely still for a moment then I slowly guided my tongue up through her, so that it was only just touching before I pulled away completely… I want my posts like this one, to inspire you, YES YOU!!!  to explore your mind sexually and then EMBRACE IT! It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been in a relationship, most people are afraid to fully express themselves sexually.

Communication is the key to not only a healthy sex life but your entire life. Our voice is the most powerful tool that we have as humans. Wars could literally be ended through communication.

Stop being frustrated by the experiences you haven’t had yet, talk to your sexual partner about what you want, also be prepared to hear theirs and be understanding.

I sat Sally Mustang down on a chair in the middle of the room, blind-folded her and then tied her hands. All she was wearing was a lacey bra and some barely-there underwear.

The music was turned up so that she couldn’t hear where I was in the room. She sat there completely still, waiting. I gently grasped both of her cheeks with my hands then guided the tip of my tongue slowly over her top lip. As I did, I felt her let out a heavy, sharp breath and then I slid my tongue inside her mouth. Like hypnosis it put the rest of our world on hold, both our minds completely in tune with that moment… Then I pulled away and made her wait, before I started with the feather toy… I circled her, gently breathing on different parts of her body and teasing her with subtle, flicks of the feather – starting around her neck then slowly working down to her lower stomach. Then I stopped and started again from her feet, up her legs.

As I got to half way up her thigh, I dropped the feather and slowly ran my tongue up to the top of her legs – I could feel her tensing with every inch I got closer, I paused then firmly ran my tongue over the top of her underwear. She was already wet through… The biggest turn on for me in bed, is knowing that she’s not just turned on, but absolutely loving it! – completely in the moment.

Focusing on your partner, and what they want, is the surest way to being fulfilled sexually.

Touch them then walk away, make them want it, tease them until it’s controlled their mind and then take control. Be the leader, tell them how it’s going to be for a change and make them work for what they want by pleasing you.

I’m in no way claiming to have discovered something new here, these games weren’t created by me but I am trying to put the idea in your face and in your mind. We want to encourage people to put even more effort into your sex life and see what it does for the rest of your relationship. Appreciate your partner, be creative.

Her story.

Bahramji & Mashti playing from the speakers.

When I walked in. He told me he had a surprise for me. Asked me to sit, and close my eyes.” No looking ok.” He tied my hands together behind the chair. Blindfolded me. Unbuttoned my dress. He kissed me. Full of passion. So intense I was floating and suffocating all at once. He stopped. Traced a finger over my lips. Then he was gone. I couldn’t see but knew his body was not close anymore..

I waited minutes, maybe longer. My breathing heavy. I’m already wet. Then I felt the tip of something soft down the side of my neck. A feather of some sort. Slowly and gently he trailed the feather from my ear to my toes, not missing an inch of my exposed skin. I flushed. Enjoying every minute.

It’s in these moments @mitchgobel_resinart is creative. It’s the same as when he paints or writes. His whole world stands still. He becomes completely obsessed with the object of play. It’s as though I’m his artwork.

His eyes glaze over as he looks at me. Love. He is in love with me and I understand it completely. Because I feel the same way. When I look at him, it is as if the whole world is more colourful, brighter, but at the same time everything is still dimmed compared to the light and beauty I see within the man standing in front of me. He is always shining, surrounded by this amazing energy. His soul reflects my soul.

We are so ridiculously in love with one another. It is as if we are from the same star. I want to talk to you guys about Love…

You know that big heart of ours. Because it is after all our most powerful emotion. When you love something or someone with the fullest of your heart there is actually nothing in this world that will stop you. You know what I’m talking about- if your brother/sister/child/pet was drowning or falling, you would leap and bound, fight for your actual life to save them. This is the pure adrenaline of love. The heart.

Now imagine if you could apply this type of instinct to your career, passions, interests, sex life. . It is then when people are unstoppable. The people that love the shit out of life are the ones that change it. Let’s Love.

The windows were fogging up. I could hardly breath. Couldn’t hear the world around me. Just his soft moans. We were crazy. It was broad daylight and he was fucking me in the back of the car. . ..

Earlier that day:

We couldn’t keep our hands off one another.. First over breakfast then casual bumps and touches as we went about our daily routines. I had reached my limit. It had been three days of this cat and mouse game. One minute me pressing him against a wall, hands on the back of his neck, staring, lips almost touching while I whispered “I want you Mitchell’ before letting go and wandering away.

Within a minute he would come up behind me unexpected, placing his hands on my hips while he moved my hair aside and whispered “Sexy little gypsy”. At first it was fun, my heart was racing. I wondered who would break first. Not me I hoped.

He was painting when I walked down to the old barn we had turned into the art studio. I was wearing not much. He looked up before I got to the door. He seemed to always know when I was around, his silly mind reading mine before I could even speak. “Hi ” He just stared. 10- 15 seconds went by. Maybe it was 10minutes, I dunno. Not much else mattered except the desire in his green eyes. I turned to walk away breaking the spell that was over me.  I didn’t hear him, but I felt him. He came up behind me. Pressed himself against me. Showing me what his eyes told me. Desire.

I took his hand, leading somewhere.. Anywhere. We didn’t get far, ten meters and I seen the car. I turned, slamming him against the car door. My hand went straight to his 🐓 My mouth found his. My tongue slipped into his mouth almost aggressively. We were gone, lost in the beautiful art form of our Love.

Somehow I ended up against the car. Him pressing/ grinding against me. One hand at my neck while the other explored my body. From my shoulders down to my breasts, tracing my stomach then trailing up the inside of my thighs. We broke apart, he was staring at me, my gaze met his. “Close your eyes” I did as I was told. He moved my panties aside and pressed his fingers inside me. My head fell back, maybe I screamed. Yes, yes, my body responded. He ripped the door open, placed my down, pushed up my dress. He unbuttoned his jeans. His control was incredible. He softly started to tease me, just rubbing but not entering. While his mouth covered me with hungry kisses-My face, neck, down my collar bone. His mouth found me. His tongue inside me. I could hardly hang on, I was going going to come. “Come on” I screamed desperately. He had reached his limit, losing his self control. His body weight on top of me as he entered me. 

Sex is art .. Life is art. Be wonderful and creative into every aspect of your life. The human body for Me Represents such a beautiful art form it would be silly to suggest that two bodies coming together is anything but spectacular. … This photo is spectacular. The world is spectacular.

Mitch’s Story:

We got back to the car and @sallymustang slammed me up against it, without a word of warning she gripped my 🐓 on the outside of my jeans then put her tongue inside my mouth.

We had lost our minds completely. It was like our tongues were at a rave, grinding and dancing together in sync. Our bodies exchanged places, I firmly but gently gripped my hand around her neck and pressed her up against the car. I guided my other hand down the front of her body, over the top of her thigh and up her dress, getting as close as I could without touching her 🌺

We paused for moment, looked at each other and I told her to close her eyes. As she did I slowly pulled her panties to one side and slid my finger inside her. Her head dropped back against the car and she let out a huge moan.

I moved my finger around in circles and then out and back in, before I slid a second one in and did the same again.

I let go of her, un-did my belt, dropped my jeans, gripped myself and then put my tip up against her, moving it around slowly, teasing her with it – both of us throbbing.

I opened the car door and pushed her onto the back seat, pulled her panties off and immediately sunk my face in between her legs. She grasped the back of my head and forced her self against my mouth, I could hardly breathe.

‘Mitchhhh!, come on!’ she moaned. I could hear the desire in her voice.

I got inside the car, put the weight of my body against hers. I gripped myself and positioned it against her, giving her just an inch for moment and then pulling it back out. 

A connection like ours is so fucking powerful, it’s like we can read each other’s mind and since the moment we met, we’ve always been on the same wave length. I honestly never thought I’d find anything that I connected with, more than I do with my art.

The expression you see in my work comes from experiences like this specifically. This is colour, this is all fucking sorts of fluro, glitter and chemical reactions poured onto a canvas. This is what I think about before I paint, this is where my mind is in the studio – not inside her, but inside our connection ⚡️ #sexisart

I am dancing when he comes in from a shower. Before I move to kiss him, his arms are around me. He presses me against the window. My back to him. He moves my hair to the side. Breaths deeply but dosnt say a word.. My eyes close. Completely focused on the sensations in my body.

I wanted him to touch my thighs, the insides – the outer and then move slowly upwards. He surprised me, going instead straight for a more intimate area. His kisses then travel down my spine as he peels my clothes away. He turns me to face him. I go to speak, ‘Shhh’ he whispers. His hands cup my face, turning my lips to his .. Kissing has me aroused always. Our lips connect and there is fire there. It travels from my head down my spine. I could kiss him for hours. Maybe even get off on it alone.

I pull away. Need to. I breath. Come back to world. I open my eyes and he is looking me. So deep. His soul is looking at my soul. He can read my mind I know it. Shit. My mind is thinking things I don’t want anyone to know. My mind is all on him. Him inside me. Him in love with me.. He kisses me again and my mind is lost. .. Gone. It’s good to feel alive

When he kisses me I’m transported to somewhere exotic. The sound of the jungle fills my ears, a running stream and a warm climate. Fuck I’m sweating already and we haven’t even begun. My mouth opens slightly. I take his bottom lip and nibble at it gently. His tongue starts to claim me. Suffocate me in a way that makes my mind numb. The kisses move to my neck. Then my collar bone. I’m hot. Boiling, I rip my dress off. I can see his eyes take in my body. I know how it looks. I love my body. I can tell his trying hard to not touch.

Restraint. ” You need me ” I whisper. “Yes ” his mouth takes mine. The kiss is wild. Mitch pulls away. His eyes look into mine. Green tonight. They are forever changing. Blue some mornings. Green in the afternoon.”Lay down sweetheart”. I do what he says, and look back at him. Im trying to play it cool but there is sex in my eyes. “Don’t move, I’m tying you up” He knows me too well. In real life I love to be in control. I hate anyone telling me what to do, so this is a thrill.

He starts by tying my hands together behind my back. He hands go through my hair then breath to my ear. Body pressed against me. I can feel how excited he is.”You are so beautiful” he whispers. I turn to kiss him. “No gypsy. Don’t move. Don’t make one sound. If you do, I will stop” My whole body slackens, my heart rate is faster my body is on fire, but I force myself to slow my breathing down. Don’t move sally, Don’t move… I can’t have him stop. He opens my legs and ties them to the bed. 

His hands touch the insides of my thighs. Teasing. .. @mitchgobel_resinart confidence in the bedroom and in every aspect of his life is so compelling. Inspiring. Sexy.

He has gone through hell and back to discover himself and Be able to express himself confidently. I enjoy him so much. I’m lucky enough that naturally I have always been authentically myself. Comfortable and confident to express myself. Emotionally, physically and spiritually. I don’t spend time worrying what others will think of me. I just never have. Like a child. I’m honest. Our love for one another is so intense. I dream of great things together. Two souls become one.

With such sensuous use of words, and beautiful pictures that capture their souls, their love makes a perfect story! 

You can follow these splendid lovers on Instagram- MitchGobel and SallyMustang.