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Thoughts and Questions.

Posted in Avas Side on 25 December 2009 by Ava

I sometimes think I’m an anomaly.  As a woman I feel like I am supposed to enjoy long erotica.  Deeply descriptive and detailed stories.  The kind where every kiss is lingered upon, every emotion felt, each touch described.  On occasion I do enjoy the stories, but a lot of the time I am just looking for a fix.

I skip through the story, I rush to the steam, I skip over everything and read the climax over and over fingers working with the words in my mind.  I like it fast and dirty.  I look for the stories that are so far beyond my experience.  I look for situations that I can’t even fathom in my real life.

That’s not necessarily what I like in real life, it’s not always what I write.  I laugh at my impatience often.  I wonder if other woman are the same way, rushing to the point of impact.

Similarly I wonder if others find themselves thinking things while fucking that may not appeal in real life.  The foulest of language, being called the filthiest of words, imagining whispers that aren’t there, unable to say them out-loud.  Thinking why?  Would I really want to be told these things, to be called these names, but getting wetter each time they are muttered in your imagination.

There are things that I think that I couldn’t utter, that I haven’t really written.  I’ve gotten close, but not crossed that line.  Simon is an amazing man, and would indulge any whim of mine, but often the whim is in the thought alone…

I can’t always understand why I don’t share.

Then there are the times when no thought of kink passes through my head.  When a simple fuck then sleep is enough, more than enough, and I wonder how is it I am the same person as I was when I was thinking such filth.

Just thoughts, emptying my head, before I look for my inspiration tonight…

A humble entry. Part 1

Posted in Avas Side, To be continued... on 28 November 2009 by Ava

I’m not sure that you have all seen this blog, or this particular post.  But I have, and although I seriously doubt I will be even in the top 5 I wanted to throw in my hat.  Because, well, because I have developed and bit of a crush on Mina.  I won’t say mine is the most extravagant, but it’s what I would do.  If they like it over at Longings End, I’ll elaborate and turn it into a bit more of a story 😉

The ride back from the airport would be our first time really together, in person, close enough to touch.  I think I would have to restrain myself, knowing all that I do about her.  I wonder to myself if she’ll be surprised, disappointed, excited.  The cab waits as instructed as I step out to pace.  I see her exiting, a medium suitcase in tow.  I had told her to bring something warm to wear, among other things.  The L.A. weather being significantly different than our own.

I almost panic and dive back into the cab.  I know she would be crushed, but it’s almost too much.  What if she is disappointed, what if I don’t come near her expectations or desires.  Then it’s too late.  She glances over and my arm shoots up in a wave.  Relief flows over me when a fantastic smile and wave respond.  I meet her halfway and we hug.  Friendly but lingering, feeling the curves, getting an idea of how we fit together.  We approach the cab and she seems somewhat surprised.  This is how we get around.  No car, no need for it.  I had worried about her responce for no reason.  “Fantastic, “she says, “they can be such a pain in.”

The ride to the cities passes quickly, conversation and laughter fills the cab, and soon we are like old dear friends, except with a little more spark.  A touch of the shoulder, or brush of a thing sends waves of excitement through me.  I can only wonder what it does to her.

We have options I tell her.  The weather, though brisk if actually quite beautiful.  It’s a far cry from L.A. but to me it’s almost spring like.  When we arrive at my place again, I am concerned with her thoughts.  I would have put her up in the best hotel in the city, but it just wasn’t an option at the time.  She knew that she was welcome to stay at our place, and if she didn’t want to then we would figure something out.  Again I was pleased at her sweetness.  My place was wonderful, different, comfortable.  She was looking forward to seeing everything I had to show her.  I would have thought she was just being gracious and kind, but as she took my hand and drew me into another hug I knew she meant it.  I couldn’t help but respond with a kiss.  Not chaste, but not lusty.  She responded just as I had hoped, moving her body close to mine and holding the kiss until I broke it.

A bit flustered by the kiss I have to focus.  I had promised this lovely woman a date, and I intended to follow through.  I smile as I tell her our plans.  A mid-date change of clothing will be needed, so we pack two small bags, essentially large purses and head out.  Today is a day of favorites, and firsts.  I want to share with her the places I love to go, as well as the ones I haven’t yet experienced.  We head out into the brisk cold, the sun high and moving fast, cameras and huge purses in tow.  It’s not far, I tell her.  We’ll be at the museum in just a bit of a walk.


And so our date begins 😉  more to follow.




Relaxed but thinking.

Posted in Avas Side, Pictures on 24 November 2009 by Ava

We’ve had a busy work week already.  I don’t expect it to stop.  But that doesn’t mean I haven’t been thinking about *other* things.  It’s just been relaxed, in thought and body…

Thoughts of new friends.

Posted in Avas Side on 14 November 2009 by Ava

None of the stories are complete.  But if I wait, I’ll never put them down.  So accept these.  Swirling thoughts and images.  The thoughts that run through my mind as my hands roam and fingers linger.

Slipping her shirt up over her head we giggle, thinking of the one too many margaritas at the restaurant down the road before our shopping trip.  A few drinks and shopping, all we had planned on, but as the drinks swirled and our laughter heightened the glances started to linger, and we were both wonder “when”.  We slink into the dressing room, designers in hand, much more than we intend to spend, and laugh like girls about our shopping adventures.  Both of us now in bras and panties I scold her.  You can’t wear a bra with that dress as she begins to slide into it.  Slowly I slip the straps down and un-hook the clasp, sliding my hands beneath it to slip off the shell of satin and lace.  Her head leans back as I brush against her nipples and I lean in to kiss her, thinking all the while, she knew she couldn’t wear a bra with that…but I’m glad she played it that way…


Their hotel room was fantastic, beautiful light, soft fabrics, perfect in every way.  “You Must see the bathroom” she says, pulling me through the suite, leaving the boys laughing and pouring drinks in the main room.  Amazing.  Huge stone shower that could easily fit four.  Shower heads lined the side, glass doors encasing the whole area.  “Wow” is all I can say, some of that was directed at the shower.  The rest was in response to her slipping out of her jeans and beginning to unbutton my shirt.  Within moments the room was filled with steam and we were close, her hands exploring me, and mine her.  Wet kisses and slippery bodies we almost didn’t notice the door open until a silhouette of two tall men appeared and a voice said “Ladies, you started without us.”

We didn’t expect to be out of the ordinary when we arrived, but even though it was a night set up for such things we received a few glances.  The music pounded as we made our way through the club, taking in the sights, adjusting to the public nature of our adventure.  They had been in more public arenas before, but it was different for us.  They looked amazing.  Him dressed to the nines, fantastic suit, great shoes, the perfect presence.  She looking both subdued and alluring, corseted and collared, amazing leather boots to match the leash that he held.  We weren’t dissimilar in many ways.  I was also corseted, except in a longer skirt and taller boots.  Simon was also in a suit, a rare thing in itself, but it was a unique night, and he would be out of much of it shortly.  We even had similar collars and leashes, the main difference being I held Simons, and his collar was almost hidden beneath his tie…


There are other thoughts, more details, more images.  But for now this will have to be a start.  We’ve made new friends, and I hope to get to know them further…

PG intentions.

Posted in Avas Side, sex on 14 October 2009 by Ava

The movie played and I sipped my whiskey, stretching out between the two of them, unintentionally arousing both.  Head on one lap, feet on the other, I didn’t mention the hardness I felt under my arm, or object to the gentle rubbing of my ass.  Hands wandered as I absorbed it all and I felt the waist band of my pants sliding down.  I turned to help them slide off without effort and the buttons of my shirt began to be unbuttoned.

Across the laps of two men, wearing only bra and panties, I took the subtle touches, the gentle kisses, not reciprocating as much as absorbing.  I see the movie flash as I feel their warm hands, and my bra seems to disappear.  Kisses on my neck and breasts, caresses though my panties, over my thighs.  I let the mood wash over me and try to put any worry, any nerves out of my mind.

Gently, I’m pulled to me feet and led to the bedroom, where clothes disappear and mouths find each other.  Hands roam in the dark, moans combine, warm bodies connect.

In the morning I feel a chill on my arms but a warm man on each side of me, growing hard again against my soft skin, I snuggle closer to both and drift back to sleep…

And it was supposed to be a P.G. evening…

Distraction update.

Posted in Avas Side, Pictures on 18 September 2009 by Ava

For anyone wondering what was decided upon, the evening in which I wanted to play but we needed to work…

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Surprisingly enough…a lot got done 😉 it was just WAY more fun than usual.


Posted in Avas Side on 15 September 2009 by Ava

I was trying to nap, I hadn’t slept the night before but I couldn’t get the image out of my mind.

White button down, black bra, black panties, short plaid skirt. White stockings, Mary Janes, and pigtails.

Bent over his knee as he worked. Panties exposed. Wrists bound to the legs of his chair as he sat at the desk.

Feeling his hand on my ass and his cock pressed against my stomach.

We both have work to do, him more than me. I wonder if I would be more distraction than motivation.