Simon bought me a few books the other day, I think that’s what sparked the thought. Anias Nin. She has a very par­tic­u­lar writ­ing style, and tells a won­der­ful story. Some­times the full story, some­times only a snip­pet, but she is direct and crosses taboos in a way that will make me wet even if I am shaken by the story.

Before sleep my mind was wan­der­ing, think­ing of things Simon and I have done in the past, what we have paused on, and think­ing of the future. I had mem­o­ries of shows we have been to. Dark, crowded, peo­ple push­ing against you in all direc­tions. All sweat and movement.

I thought of him behind me in the crowd, press­ing against me harder and harder by the rush of peo­ple. His hands pro­tect­ing and own­ing me at the same time; using the slower music to play with my nip­ples; to press up and hold my ass against his hard cock. Another push of the crowd and we are pressed closer still as his hands fall to the hem of my skirt. He lifts it, uncon­cerned about the crowd, every­one is to close to see any­thing even if he did care. My ass exposed he presses harder as his hand wan­ders to the front and explores the wet­ness of my pussy through my thin panties. The crowed moves in pulses and he is fuck­ing me with his hands, with his whole body from behind. My eyes close and I won­der how he is stand­ing, his cock feels like stone through his jeans. I reach around to feel and he denies me, mov­ing my hands back to my sides as he con­tin­ues his assault of my pussy. A whim­per escapes me, unheard in the pulse of peo­ple, my panties are soaked, Simon is vir­tu­ally hold­ing me up as my orgasm runs through my body.

Slowly he pulls my skirt back down and we return to the show as active par­tic­i­pants, danc­ing, singing, puls­ing with the crowd. I press against Simon again and feel his cock as hard as before. I reach for him and rub through his jeans, elic­it­ing a moan as I lead him back to a dark table in the back…

Things have been quiet here lately. All is well in the world of Simon and Ava though. The world is just a busier place with a few kinks (not the fun kind) thrown in on occa­sion. Sev­eral months ago I let our read­ers know that we were expect­ing a baby. I left it at that. Though being preg­nant has given us some inter­est­ing sto­ries to share, some new pic­tures, some new ideas, I didn’t share them here for a cou­ple of rea­sons. I didn’t want my preg­nancy, or baby, to become a part of some­ones sex­ual fan­tasy, and I wasn’t as com­fort­able with my body as I had been in the past. I’ve real­ized that some of preg­nancy is like fan­tasy, some of it can make things incred­i­ble. Simon and I can share these things, but the aggres­sive nature of some read­ers made me not put those feel­ings here.

So the months have crept by and the day sneaks up on us and dreams are filled with many things and sex is some­what less fre­quent. Love is still here, inta­macy is still here, sex is still here, just in a softer more gen­tle way.

Simon and I have shared our thoughts on my new body, on what is to come. The faintest touch still arouses me, only sleep often takes me before he does. We know there will be a time after the baby when we won’t be able to enjoys each oth­ers bod­ies quite like we did before so we take advan­tage of the times now, when we can.

The touch of his lips, his fin­gers on my skin, his arms wrapped around me; still find­ing me beau­ti­ful. These sub­tle things are so valu­able. The lit­tle things keep me warm and make the sex more incred­i­ble, if less frequent.

There are still many sto­ries to tell, expe­ri­ences to have; now is just a bit of a break. A few words here and there that spill out of a clut­tered mind that is try­ing to keep every­thing in close balance.

–Ava

Hands float­ing over each other, bod­ies pressed together, legs enter­twined. Hands slip under shirts, inside waist­bands, across seams. Lips touch­ing, kiss­ing, lick­ing. Hair in hands, breath quick, warm­ing flesh.

There are times when mak­ing out like teenagers on the bed is per­fect. Love with a touch of lust. A lit­tle pre­view of what comes later. A way to fan the fires before mov­ing on later, or warm­ing up for right then.

His lips and mine. Just perfect.

It’s hard not to can­cel the plans tonight and take you to bed. Tie you down and blind­fold you. Then do all the things we were going to do last week­end before we got side­tracked. If I had bought the tick­ets I would, and I still may after, or tomor­row evening.

You look so good get­ting ready I just want to keep you that way: show­ered and naked and warm. Later.…