Not Eve
I said, “Just come in me.” So you did.
I feel like Eve because you listened to me. I know you weren’t ready for me to be pregnant again. But I do feel your love for me in how you’ve responded to this unexpected turn in our lives. Every time you seem to be starting to feel stressed or resentful, I know it’s time to reconnect with you. I used to proudly refuse to be intimate with you in these times. Now, with humility, I attempt to make a connection with you.
Like everyone in the age of cell phones, we struggle to connect throughout the day. We are really bad at it. I actually use sex as a tool. Some women use it to bargain, and I pity them. I’ve found it so useful as a last resort to connect to my husband when I know we’ve both shown our humanity and failed to do so. It’s so endearing when I’ve taken your cum into me and your anger dissipates. You melt for me. Your hardness becomes softness. I never feel more loved than when I realize the power I have over you, consensually given, by your love for me.
This week has been really hard, I think. First some bad news, and now you’re sick. You’re snoring. I hope to add some softness to it. I wait for the opportunity to do what I can to make you feel better. In the morning, I plan on trying to kindle your passions for me. Maybe after a good night’s sleep, you’ll have enough energy to share with me. I know I really want to take it all out of you.
My pregnancy is making me worry, too. I don’t know if I can comfortably have your body over me anymore. My favorite thing is to feel you on top of me, covering me, inserting yourself with all your manhood, wrapping yourself up into me… It’s going to be different making love. I know it will take a bit more foreplay to get me excited to be on top of you.
I’ll have to rely on giving you more blowjobs, which always makes me gush with wetness quickly. I love to use my mouth on you. I think my nerve endings run straight from my mouth to my vagina. Every time I suck on any part of you, I can feel my insides better. It makes me tighten; it just electrifies my entrance. I don’t know, I just feel it more.
And there’s something about getting into my head, trying to pleasure you, and trying to make myself look hot to you while I do it. Maybe it borders on love for myself, because I love being hot enough to make you feel hot. That’s why I love sucking your cock. It makes me feel so ready to be fucked by you. So, I don’t mind so much—I just hope my nausea stays well-controlled.
I might not be able to swallow your cock without gagging. I’ll have to use my tongue more instead of deep-throating you. It’s a good thing you can still insert yourself inside me, maybe with even more abandon, since there’s no concern about getting pregnant. I wouldn’t want to deprive you of the feeling of your cock being swallowed up by me somehow.
Maybe my filled breasts will make up for some of the ways I can’t satisfy you at this time. I actually feel like that will help me to become aroused also, if you pay some attention to my titties. I ask you every time, “Is there milk yet?” Maybe I stand a better chance at breastfeeding if you help prime my breasts for it. Can’t you just suck on them every day? I guess suckling can be tedious to anyone who has full use of their limbs and has other options. Regardless, I’ll try to tempt you to it.
Maybe I need some new bras. Not nursing bras, but like, “Here are my titties,” bras. That could be fun for us.
There are more things I want from you. Sorry about the demanding state of my body. I want you to hug me. Every time you give me a hug, my knees go weak. My body aches for yours. I’m instantly ready for you. I melt. Why is it so difficult to do something so easy? People get so wrapped up in the business of the day, and we’re far from immune. I need to be wrapped up in you more often. You know I’m just a puddle for you when you come up to me and hug me and kiss me.
On the one hand, it’s good you don’t do it to me too much. I would have no more sway in our relationship. You would have complete power over me. Puddle. On the other hand, you might get frustrated with me less, because it would encourage my submissive nature to come out. I don’t have three hands, but we would get pregnant more often, too, which could be a problem. Just hug me a little, so that I can burn for you, so that I can sit on top of your cock with enough desire to satisfy myself—and you, in the process.
You know, even though my favorite position is off the table, I still want to scream, moan and cry out for you. I still want to melt your heart. So, do these things for me. I’ll try to make you do them. So, blindly listen to me because I’m your woman. I’ll make sure you won’t regret it. My name’s not Eve.
Hi DPN,
I’m in no way an expert on anything really, and I don’t want to be offensive or controversial. However, in my humble opinion, using sex as a tool or as a way to sway power in the relationship is a completely misguided outlook. He either has or will figure out what you’re doing and it will cause much resentment. He will feel used and eventually his distaste for this will outweigh his need for sex. The emotional distance will increase and you two will grow apart.
It’s not my desire to be harsh, but I’ve seen this before. Sex was not designed by God to be used as a tool. Because another way of saying that is… manipulation.
I feel like using sex as a tool isn't a positive viewpoint of it either. However, humans are imperfect. When I've failed to connect to my husband, because we're both a little aloof, it just so happens that it helps us to connect, and I think God designed it that way. It wouldn't have to do that for me if we were perfect and our marriage was perfect, but it's nice that it can, even when we've failed in other ways. I hope we can understand each other.
As a hubby, I am glad to see you are still interested in having sex while pregnant. There may come a time when his cock will become uncomfortable. If so, his tongue and your mouth can still do wonders for both of you.
It's not our first pregnancy. For us it changes day to day. We definitely made love well into the end of the pregnancy. On the occasion that I was too uncomfortable, we were still usually able to do fellatio which I enjoy.
This is so honest and beautifully written! I think 99+% of men who got a note like that from their wife would melt too!
Thank you. I've been treating this site like my own sexy diary. I love the idea of helping people understand what a real Christian marriage might be like. So obviously I love this site, because we're all about that here.
DPN, thank for your thoughtful and thought provoking story!
I admire your description of using sex as a tool. Though many may be repelled by that term, your explanation about connection makes perfect sense. You are not manipulating your husband but are making a way for intimate soul connection!
I loved having sex with my very pregnant wife; there was always something powerful about spurting my hot essence into the depth of her pussy, only inches from the life I helped create by this same act. And late in pregnancy, sucking those glorious tits full of milk.
Your desire for deep connection with your husband is so encouraging. Bless you two and your children.
The story is not only thoughtful but very arousing. Some stories make me hard and wet; this one had me stroking my cock. Very good writing.
Thanks. I feel like the sexiest stories are raw and honest. I feel like this post is probably my most vulnerable since I'm revealing some marital struggles.
DirtyPenName, reading your post stirred me in a deep way. I not only love your writing style, but I felt connected with the honest emotions you shared. Marriage and sexuality is so complex with so many layers, two independent lives inextricably intertwined. Joy, pain, fear, pleasure, resentment, laughter, anger all tangled together in our daily life. But sex is a balm, like you said, “It’s so endearing when I’ve taken your cum into me and your anger dissipates. You melt for me. Your hardness becomes softness.”
I vividly remember the insecurities and neediness during my pregnancies. I’ve written here about my oral urges during and after my pregnancy which it sounds like you can certainly relate to. I love how you describe that you “gush with wetness” while giving your man blowjobs. And I couldn’t have written this better myself: “I love to use my mouth on you. I think my nerve endings run straight from my mouth to my vagina. Every time I suck on any part of you, I can feel my insides better. It makes me tighten; it just electrifies my entrance. I don’t know, I just feel it more.”
As daughters of Eve, our bodies are designed to desire the procreative power and pleasure of the male member. But you are absolutely right, it’s empowering when we realize the power we have over our husband through our sexual prowess yet at the same time we are just vulnerable “puddles”. Thanks again for sharing.
Yes. You get me. 100. Thanks for the comment.
Love this story