Archive for January, 2009

This weekend starts tomorrow.

Posted in Avas Side, Pictures, sex on 29 January 2009 by Ava

A post before bed, a post before sleep, and all I can think of is how incredible Simon felt lying on my back, rubbing his penis against my skin.

That someone thinks I look comfortable in my skin suprises me, as so often I am not.

I have been very tactile of late.  Things feel more intense.  I imagine this could be played upon, toyed with.  Textures, tightness, tempterature.  So many ways to play…but right now my head is swimming and I can’t seem to pin anything down, so I’ll go to sleep thinking of how Simon felt on my back, and hope that this ramble will pass as a post.

shoulder down

What should I do to her this weekend?

Posted in Pictures, sex, Simons Side on 29 January 2009 by Simon

Ava is wearing her lace and pink ribbon lingerie tonight.  She was told to.  I’ve been staring at it half hanging out of the basket for a while now and the urge (and whiskey) just got me to that place where I’ll stop asking and start telling.  Her breasts look fantastic.

We’re currently sitting at the table in robes and lingerie / underwear (Ava and I respectively) talking and looking around.  Partly I’m trying to decide what I should do to her tonight in advance of the weekend.

An orgasm with my mouth through lace panties?

Continue her lessons on anal sex?

More photographs in the vein of Dominance and submission?

I’m not sure yet.  If you have any ideas feel free to let me know.

Simon’s HNT

Posted in Pictures, Simons Side on 29 January 2009 by Ava

I’m posting for Simon today.  He is much better at subtle.

HNT S1-29

My first official HNT.

Posted in Avas Side, Pictures, sex on 29 January 2009 by Ava

I’m not always good with subtle.

HNT 1-29


Posted in Avas Side, sex on 28 January 2009 by Ava

Your mouth creates little wet spots around my nipples, making the silk cool and cling to my skin. A thin layer of fabric like a film, encasing my nipples.  The contact being more subtle and therefore heightened.  Your breath cools and dries, creating a shell, making them stand harder and higher.   Hands slip over my breasts, down to my waist, across hips and thighs.  Gliding without friction, just the whisper of a touch, the warmth of your hands seeps through the cloth until you again decide to use your mouth.

Your tongue travels down, leaving a light trail, from breast to belly.  Lingering kisses and hot sighs.  My breath quickens in anticipation.  A cool breeze pushes past and the silk shivers on my skin, cooling the damp places, tickling the dry and then I feel your mouth.

Gently kissing through silk panties, the sensation is amazing.  Like being on the edge of orgasm and staying there, swaying back and forth between coming and rest.  My thighs tense, pressing against you.  My back arches pushing into you.  My entire body responds wanting more.  My moans beg you as your tongue works harder, pushing through the fabric.  Your lips taking me in, covered lips against naked.  My hands in your hair trying to get you closer, and closer, as deep as the silky barrier allows.

And then release.  A moan and a rush, more warmth and wetness.  Shudders run through me as your lips keep kissing, slowly bringing me back down.  My body shakes and then relaxes.  My arms welcome you as you move back up, sliding back across my silk covered body, and my nipples respond as you begin it all again.

Start Watching

Posted in Pictures, sex, Simons Side on 27 January 2009 by Simon

Given the choice I would rather just which initially while Ava and her lady lover get to know each other.  I can image many scenarios when this would not be the case; waiting on hands and knees when they arrive home, finding them in bed or showering together, having them both collared and leashed.  But these are thoughts for other times.  When things begin I prefer to watch, at least in the beginning.

In the beginning is when things are cautious, flirtatious, subtle, unknown.  When a look causes a stillness and a shortness of breath.  The beginning when hands sliding over clothes trigger changes in orbit; closer in and faster.  I like to watch when hands are replaced by lips, and clothes are replaced by skin.  The orbit succumbs to inevitable gravity.

I like to watch the leader begin to emerge and the follower submit; the nuance of lust and caged desires unfolding in different directions to the same end.  Greedy mouths sucking craving breasts and exchange hot breath while fingers explore the boundaries of clothes.  I like to listen to the whispers of promised delights; the begging for touches; the sharing of secrets.

And soon the negotiation is complete and the contract is made. Any pretense of slow and shy are replaced by pleas for more and faster and harder. What remains of clothes boundaries are stripped away.  Ava and her Lover are ready.

Stockings and Boots.

Posted in Avas Side, Pictures on 27 January 2009 by Ava

Stockings and Boots