What's your favorite position and why?
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Ahem...please take note of the link in my sig line.Scalywag said:um, in the manner in which she posted above? yes.
In all honesty, when I first came to Lit it was mostly for reading the stories and an occasional visit to the AM pics. Then I lurked in the forums for a while before I started posting. I've pretty much stayed in the forums since then.
I think the only stories that I have read that were written by anyone that frequents the HT area are a couple written by LadyJeanne.
But I think that pattern is going to change.
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As to the question posed here, is "all of the above and any more that I haven't thought of yet" an option?
I'm not greedy; really.
I'm not greedy; really.
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i was gonna say the same.
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yes: yes he has.
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The one at the bottom of this post. [/sheepish grin]Scalywag said:
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Gee, I didn't think my post would cause such a stir, hmm speaking of stirs... don't you just love that feeling so deep within ladies? God I LOVE that feeling!! OK, ok... I shall say thank you for the comments, it's very nice. 
Honestly, I figured many more people would chime in with more -- more of everything. I have a few more thoughts to share but it will have to wait just a while.
Honestly, I figured many more people would chime in with more -- more of everything. I have a few more thoughts to share but it will have to wait just a while.
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Woman on Top
I love that feeling. He's in me so deep, I can feel him nudging the very core of me. The rocking back and forth, slowly at first, to tease and tempt. But then...Ah, then, you rise up, to the point where he almost slips out. Wait just a moment and then you take him all, all at once. And it feels so damn good your eyes practically roll back in your head. But you don't close your eyes because watching him watch you is a huge part of the turn-on. Watching him watch your breasts bounce gently as you ride him. You can feel his hands clutching your hips, making you move to his rhythm. Suddenly it's all too much and you both explode.
I love the sweet feeling of melting down over the top of him as every muscle relaxes, and you know you both are satisfied.
Okay, my work here is done.
I love that feeling. He's in me so deep, I can feel him nudging the very core of me. The rocking back and forth, slowly at first, to tease and tempt. But then...Ah, then, you rise up, to the point where he almost slips out. Wait just a moment and then you take him all, all at once. And it feels so damn good your eyes practically roll back in your head. But you don't close your eyes because watching him watch you is a huge part of the turn-on. Watching him watch your breasts bounce gently as you ride him. You can feel his hands clutching your hips, making you move to his rhythm. Suddenly it's all too much and you both explode.
I love the sweet feeling of melting down over the top of him as every muscle relaxes, and you know you both are satisfied.
Okay, my work here is done.
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Here! Here!Cathleen said:Hot damn BG -- I'd say your work here has just begun. More, more -- forget favorite, just let it all rip.
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Well, from the tone of a PM I just received, I feel a challenge has been thrown down. So...
One very favorite times is that sweet moment of feeling him enter me ~ ahhhhh kind of moment. Oh so slowly, wanting more and more but loving it slow too. Looking into his eyes as I feel him go deeper inside me, filling me, stretching me... the union of one is made. Oh wow, just savoring that moment and that feel. It is a truly special moment for me, the connection of body, mind and soul.
It is as if all the pleasures leading up to that feeling inside me were child's play (but there are some of my favorite moments there too, but I'll get to that). This moment is so much more, life affirming, spiritually, physically wonderful too but even more than that. From the first feeling of him beginning to enter me to the feeling of him totally within me is like a journey where two people meet in one new soul ~ there is a new creation made. There is a moment where you know what will come but all that is on hold for this feeling, giving it the reverence it deserves...
(There ought to be a rule that one should never increase ones own SF. I have more thoughts on the subject but I think I'll just allow my mind to ruminate on this.)
One very favorite times is that sweet moment of feeling him enter me ~ ahhhhh kind of moment. Oh so slowly, wanting more and more but loving it slow too. Looking into his eyes as I feel him go deeper inside me, filling me, stretching me... the union of one is made. Oh wow, just savoring that moment and that feel. It is a truly special moment for me, the connection of body, mind and soul.
It is as if all the pleasures leading up to that feeling inside me were child's play (but there are some of my favorite moments there too, but I'll get to that). This moment is so much more, life affirming, spiritually, physically wonderful too but even more than that. From the first feeling of him beginning to enter me to the feeling of him totally within me is like a journey where two people meet in one new soul ~ there is a new creation made. There is a moment where you know what will come but all that is on hold for this feeling, giving it the reverence it deserves...
(There ought to be a rule that one should never increase ones own SF. I have more thoughts on the subject but I think I'll just allow my mind to ruminate on this.)
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cate, i think i'm fucking swooning.
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that's a lot like telling someone at woodstock to follow-up hendrix lighting his guitar on fire--no thanks. not yet.
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I hate to choose....I'm very egalitarian about my positions, you see.
Sturdy beds are so useful, particularly older ones with high supports for the mattress and spring. "Move to the bed and bend over the edge for me," I tell her. She obeys silently and stretches her soft torso across the pulled-down spread. With no further direction, she spreads her ankles wide and lifts her round ass slightly. I know that now her mound is pressed firmly against the upper ridge of the mattress. As I step closer, I pass my eyes first over her thighs, then upwards to her sweetest valley, and finally I survey the crease that only partly reveals her puckered entrance. Which shall I possess this time? Will it be the source of her womanly dew or that tight and heated place that she says makes her feel deliciously sinful whenever I enter her there? Must I choose? Perhaps not this time.
Below me I see her in relief against the dark fabric of the bed covers, and her shape stirs me. Her weight against the bed spreads her hips to their womanly fullness and the crease at her thighs beckons me. This is the place where I see that she is most vulnerable and yet most welcoming.
Another step and my shaft rests against her. From here I can easily take either entrance. I can swing my arms freely and bring red to her cheeks with my open hand or sting her with the wide leather belt that's coiled in my hand. I can see that her shoulders are tense; clearly she recalls how she got those still-rosy marks across her shoulder blades this morning. Later, while still embedded in her, I will treat her to a massage for those shoulders. For now, though, I savor my place.
This is my place, the place from which I can and do take what I wish and give back more than I take. Her moans attest to that, rising and falling with her hungry hips. I lean forward and backward slightly, causing my shaft to ride in her crease and below just a bit. Where shall I make my entrance? This is my place, the place where I behold beauty, passion, need, and yearning.
This is my place, where I play a role called Sir in a play called Anticipation.
Sturdy beds are so useful, particularly older ones with high supports for the mattress and spring. "Move to the bed and bend over the edge for me," I tell her. She obeys silently and stretches her soft torso across the pulled-down spread. With no further direction, she spreads her ankles wide and lifts her round ass slightly. I know that now her mound is pressed firmly against the upper ridge of the mattress. As I step closer, I pass my eyes first over her thighs, then upwards to her sweetest valley, and finally I survey the crease that only partly reveals her puckered entrance. Which shall I possess this time? Will it be the source of her womanly dew or that tight and heated place that she says makes her feel deliciously sinful whenever I enter her there? Must I choose? Perhaps not this time.
Below me I see her in relief against the dark fabric of the bed covers, and her shape stirs me. Her weight against the bed spreads her hips to their womanly fullness and the crease at her thighs beckons me. This is the place where I see that she is most vulnerable and yet most welcoming.
Another step and my shaft rests against her. From here I can easily take either entrance. I can swing my arms freely and bring red to her cheeks with my open hand or sting her with the wide leather belt that's coiled in my hand. I can see that her shoulders are tense; clearly she recalls how she got those still-rosy marks across her shoulder blades this morning. Later, while still embedded in her, I will treat her to a massage for those shoulders. For now, though, I savor my place.
This is my place, the place from which I can and do take what I wish and give back more than I take. Her moans attest to that, rising and falling with her hungry hips. I lean forward and backward slightly, causing my shaft to ride in her crease and below just a bit. Where shall I make my entrance? This is my place, the place where I behold beauty, passion, need, and yearning.
This is my place, where I play a role called Sir in a play called Anticipation.
