What's your favorite position and why?

[bobsgirl]

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.

Damn you! Damn you, I say!

I declare this thread unofficially closed. Yank wins.

 

[Cathleen]

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.

Oh fuck!

I should have listened to BG when she said you could NOT participate in this challenge. Oh fuck, just oh fuck.

I agree, this thread should be locked.

 

[midwestyankee]

Bobsgirl and Cate, you are both too kind. Do note that both of your posts here actually contained some sex - mine was virginal, so to speak, in comparison.

 

[bobsgirl]

Bobsgirl and Cate, you are both too kind. Do note that both of your posts here actually contained some sex - mine was virginal, so to speak, in comparison.

Implied sex is often just as hot. And you had a leather belt! *fans self--I don't think this is a hot flash...*

 

[midwestyankee]

Implied sex is often just as hot. And you had a leather belt! *fans self--I don't think this is a hot flash...*

Of course it isn't - you're too young.

 

[Cathleen]

Implied sex is often just as hot. And you had a leather belt! *fans self--I don't think this is a hot flash...*

My dearest BG, might as well cancel the call tonight, I'm afraid I did something wonderfully stupid... I re-read Sir's post and once again I've been reduced to mumblings with gibberish thrown in too. I'm cooked. (Implied sex is VERY hot.)

I am having a hot flash but this is no ordinary hot flash -- it's a supped up turbo one.

 

[Sarojaede]

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.

whew...just whew....

 

[bobsgirl]

whew...just whew....

Yes, indeed. Yank plays for keeps.

 

[Guest]

 

[Eilan]

Holy shit!

 

[KokopelliRises]

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.

That sounds just like me. Except that I've gotten into my first RP as well as looking at other parts of the forums.

(Sorry about the smily. I just couldn't help it.)

 

[WaltsFrozenHead]

My Favorite

“What is your Favorite position?” An idea that makes static what must be movement and variation; an in-the-moment place with a million subtle adjustments. In my mind, the ebb and flow of touch, smell, sound, and sight is what defines the perfect position and this is ever changing like the breeze that begins the day.

When I think of her: eyes closed, her long shiny hair draped across the pillow, and morning sun sneaking in the window bathing her face in the light and shadow that describes her… the perfect position never enters my thoughts. My nostrils flare to embrace her scent. It is all there, a million connections with some hidden agenda to which I am powerless… but in the same moment empowered to rule the world.

Need and want in a primal animalistic way grows in my thoughts. I am trapped! Trapped between urges so compelling I fear them. And my equally overwhelming desire to know she is in complete pleasure as she writhes under me with her hips elevated and head hanging off the edge of the bed.

Choices… The journey IS the inspiration, the means, and the end. However, when the time comes and she is spread before me, her eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation, and her raised hips subtly bucking in invitation: I know the time is now to fuse our individual gratification into something far more powerful. The first feeling of friction stirs a desire to drive into her like a bolt of lightening…. I resist only by immense self-control and knowledge certain that there is a better way… a perfect way.

Many times I have known the time suspended feeling of slowly fusing into her. I defy the base compulsion to be completely in her…. she in me…. We as one…. grinding. My profound craving is to freeze time by very gradually experiencing every infinitesimally different sense of friction when her most private of places yields to me; this is what I need. The waking time is now!

 

[coolr]

cowgirl, seeing those tits bounce in my face as she rides my cock, way hot

 

[eudaemonia]

Erm, I'll have what Cate's having. *whew!*

Jesus you guys .... you're derailing my grad school career, one thread at a time ...

 

[silverwhisper]

[points to yank's entry]

cate: see what i mean? i know when i'm outclassed.

ed

 

[wicked woman]

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.

Damn Yank! Have I ever told you've I've got this wicked submissive streak?

 

[midwestyankee]

Damn Yank! Have I ever told you've I've got this wicked submissive streak?

I noticed a hint of it in a slutty thread, yes indeed.

 

[Cathleen]

I noticed a hint of it in a slutty thread, yes indeed.

No, you cannot leave it like this... link please!

 

[Cathleen]

“What is your Favorite position?” An idea that makes static what must be movement and variation; an in-the-moment place with a million subtle adjustments. In my mind, the ebb and flow of touch, smell, sound, and sight is what defines the perfect position and this is ever changing like the breeze that begins the day.

When I think of her: eyes closed, her long shiny hair draped across the pillow, and morning sun sneaking in the window bathing her face in the light and shadow that describes her… the perfect position never enters my thoughts. My nostrils flare to embrace her scent. It is all there, a million connections with some hidden agenda to which I am powerless… but in the same moment empowered to rule the world.

Need and want in a primal animalistic way grows in my thoughts. I am trapped! Trapped between urges so compelling I fear them. And my equally overwhelming desire to know she is in complete pleasure as she writhes under me with her hips elevated and head hanging off the edge of the bed.

Choices… The journey IS the inspiration, the means, and the end. However, when the time comes and she is spread before me, her eyes gleaming with lust and anticipation, and her raised hips subtly bucking in invitation: I know the time is now to fuse our individual gratification into something far more powerful. The first feeling of friction stirs a desire to drive into her like a bolt of lightening…. I resist only by immense self-control and knowledge certain that there is a better way… a perfect way.

Many times I have known the time suspended feeling of slowly fusing into her. I defy the base compulsion to be completely in her…. she in me…. We as one…. grinding. My profound craving is to freeze time by very gradually experiencing every infinitesimally different sense of friction when her most private of places yields to me; this is what I need. The waking time is now!

Well, a big Welcome to Lit to you Walt! This is wonderful, we're so lucky to have sive senses, clearly you use them all well.

 

[midwestyankee]

No, you cannot leave it like this... link please!

WW has been a regular contributor to Posting Sluts R Us and many of her posts there hint at such a preference.

 

[WaltsFrozenHead]

Well, a big Welcome to Lit to you Walt! This is wonderful, we're so lucky to have sive senses, clearly you use them all well.

Thank you Cathleen on all counts...

 

[Cathleen]

WW has been a regular contributor to Posting Sluts R Us and many of her posts there hint at such a preference.

D'oh on me for not having made that connection. I haven't visited there lately.

WW, and 'hints' that brings a smile and chuckle.

j/k WW

 

[Guest]

 

[midwestyankee]

Bravo, Scaly! Bravo!

 

[WaltsFrozenHead]

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.)

Cathleen, it is clear to me that you also enjoy being in the moment of that first contact prolonged. Thanks for bringing us there with you!

In a world where porn makes "John Henry Steel Drivin Man" seem right... some of us do know what they are missing.