What's your favorite position and why?

[midwestyankee]

aaww Cate....don't make me send a PM to bg telling her to ignore yours. Some of us are enjoying both the men's and the women's renditions just fine.

Absolutely, WW. As I recall, I've hardly finished with the mise en scene, as it were.

 

[wicked woman]

Absolutely, WW. As I recall, I've hardly finished with the mise en scene, as it were.

Well Yank if you're even considering finishing that scene...Cate, consider yourself seriously threatened if you send bg a PM!

bg sweetie....now tell me honestly that you don't want to hear the rest of Yank's earlier post.

 

[Cathleen]

Well Yank if you're even considering finishing that scene...Cate, consider yourself seriously threatened if you send bg a PM!

bg sweetie....now tell me honestly that you don't want to hear the rest of Yank's earlier post.

So noted, WW. Now Yank, when can we expect more from you? If possible a bit of advanced warning would be helpful so I can put fresh batteries ... into EVERYTHING!

 

[bobsgirl]

So noted, WW. Now Yank, when can we expect more from you? If possible a bit of advanced warning would be helpful so I can put fresh batteries ... into EVERYTHING!

LOL Amateur! Some of us don't even NEED batteries.

WW, he better finish his little scene! A little advance notice though--I about slid out of my chair with the first one.

Damn, he's good. And he knows it!

 

[bobsgirl]

On My Knees In Front of You.

I love this position. And I don’t find it to be in the least subservient or degrading. I feel powerful, like I am the only woman in the world who can please you. There’s something so very sexy about a man submitting to his woman’s desires. I want to stroke his cock with gentle fingers, and use my lips and tongue to harden and please him. I want to feel him shudder and moan as he gives over control of his pleasure to me.

I could make love to him like this for hours. I look up at him, hoping that he sees how much I love pleasuring him this way, how much I love him. I see him close his eyes to concentrate on the sensations. He’s breathing harder and beginning to groan softly as my hand slowly increases the pressure, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. My tongue starts working the head of his cock like a particularly sweet ice cream cone, licking and slurping so I don’t miss a drop. His precum mingles with my saliva as my lips close around his hardness. Sometimes I'm especially naughty, and I tease him until he begs. Then I take pity on him and suck and lick with an intensity that he can't resist. As his climax nears, he likes to grasp my hair and guide my movements. Suddenly he tenses and says, “Oh yes, baby! Now!” As I hold him deep in my throat, I feel the pulses of his release. God, I love that.

I can feel it as every muscle in his body slowly relaxes. He slips slowly from my mouth, and I grin up at him. How’s that, lover? Better than a massage?

 

[Sarojaede]

Pressed Against the Wall

His hands..the pull of his fingertips as they move up my arms..that moment when I can't tell where his fingertips end and my skin begins. Am I feeling him or is he feeling me? It's almost as if I feel what he feels. His hands continue to my shoulders, tracing along the collar bone; all the while, those hazel eyes remain locked on my green ones; the intensity of the gaze stirs something within me. I shiver, knowing exactly what is to come, but the anticipation...ohhh...the anticipation.

His hands slide along my ribs, lifting, and I grip his shoulders as the the cool of the wall tingles along my spine. Legs wrap around his hips, and he holds me hovering just above him. I can see the heat shimmering between us. His eyes finally unlock from mine as his lips find that pulse point at the base of my throat. I feel my heartbeat through his lips...steady..and then faster as I anticipate that joining. I move a hand to his chest, and the thrum of his heart pulses under my palm; the rhythm matching mine.

I am caught securely between two contrasts: the sturdy coolness of the wall and the supple strength of him. My hand returns to his shoulders to steady myself, and then both hands move from his shoulders to his biceps; the strength in them always causes me to marvel...the play of the muscle..so hard...yet the gentleness in this man belies that strength. My need for him is raw as his hands finally slide under me, firmly gripping my ass, pulling me down onto him...slowly...that intial entrance so much more than the meeting of two bodies. I melt into him feeling him, feeling me, and I know he is mine.

 

[bobsgirl]

His hands..the pull of his fingertips as they move up my arms..that moment when I can't tell where his fingertips end and my skin begins. Am I feeling him or is he feeling me? It's almost as if I feel what he feels. His hands continue to my shoulders, tracing along the collar bone; all the while, those hazel eyes remain locked on my green ones; the intensity of the gaze stirs something within me. I shiver, knowing exactly what is to come, but the anticipation...ohhh...the anticipation.

His hands slide along my ribs, lifting, and I grip his shoudlers as the the cool of the wall tingles along my spine. Legs wrap around his hips, and he holds me hovering just above him. I can see the heat shimmering between us. His eyes finally unlock from mine as his lips find that pulse point at the base of my throat. I feel my heartbeat through his lips...steady..and then faster as I anticipate that joining.

I am caught securely between two contrasts: the sturdy coolness of the wall and the supple strength of him. My hands move from his shoulders to his biceps; the strength in them always causes me to marvel...the play of the muscle..so hard...yet the gentleness in this man belies that strength. My need for him is raw as his hands finally slide under me, firmly gripping my ass, pulling me down onto him...slowly...that intial entrance so much more than the meeting of two bodies. I melt into him feeling him, feeling me, and I know he is mine.

Mmmm. Wow, that is amazing. Strong arms are so sexy!

 

[Sarojaede]

Mmmm. Wow, that is amazing. Strong arms are so sexy!

Indeed. And they are one of his best features; he was a competitive swimmer for years and still swims daily. So, his arms, shoulders, and chest make me swoon.

 

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[sexy_foot_lover]

fav: girl with legs in the air on the edge of the bed and me standing fuckin her while sucking her toes, footjobs, doggy (so i can really fuk her hard), suckin on her clit.....(most positions r amazin)

Worst: ummmm... by myself, or borin love makin missionary position gazin into each other eyes!!! lol

 

[bobsgirl]

Spooning

Sometimes I really appreciate the gentleness of having him spoon against my back and cuddle up, with my bottom resting in his lap. The hugging and soft kisses to my neck and shoulders and back fill a need in me that has more to do with love than sex.

*sigh*

 

[Sarojaede]

BG: I know what you mean about spooning. This may sound strange, but I have loower back problems from an incident when I was in college. My husband seems to understand when my back is really bothering me, so he spoons with me. Something about being cuddled up that way with my bottom in his lap eases all the tension in the world away.

 

[bobsgirl]

BG: I know what you mean about spooning. This may sound strange, but I have loower back problems from an incident when I was in college. My husband seems to understand when my back is really bothering me, so he spoons with me. Something about being cuddled up that way with my bottom in his lap eases all the tension in the world away.

Yes! Exactly! I have back pain to varying degrees too, and if it's bad, that always relaxes me.

The only thing about making love that way is, I can't see his face when he climaxes.

 

[midwestyankee]

Yes! Exactly! I have back pain to varying degrees too, and if it's bad, that always relaxes me.

The only thing about making love that way is, I can't see his face when he climaxes.

Presumably you can hear him, though? Sometimes the hearing is worth plenty.

 

[bobsgirl]

Presumably you can hear him, though? Sometimes the hearing is worth plenty.

Very true. And I can feel every muscle go utterly still when he's on the brink, and then every muscle tenses when he lets go. That's when he hugs me very tightly and surrenders. It's very emotionally satisfying for me.

 

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[Cathleen]

Mmmmm luscious Scaly, while being on top has never been a fav for me *that* has made me a convert... that is if I ever have sex again.

 

[cfuhrer]

For lots of reasons, I like this thread.

mmm-hmm, *whimpers* lol

 

[Francisromantic]

with a nod to Scallywag A Case for This Position as well

Sit thee back upon the chair,
Legs apart there o'er the arms,
As I kneel in wonder there,
At the beauty of your charms.

Look on me with burning eyes,
Anticipate that moment--yess!
Let me kiss your inner thighs;
Feel my slithering tongue's caress.

Let me feel you move your hips,
Losing yourself in carnal bliss,
While I delve between your lips
With a hungry, searching kiss.

Let me feel you gasp and place
Your hands upon, and grasp my hair,
As you feel my buried face,
Loving you with tender care.

Move your hips now, squirm and buck,
Place civility far away--
While I kiss and lick and suck
And hum, and take you all the way.

Close your eyes, and let it go;
Let sensation's sudden surge
Make your nectar start to flow,
Give in to your erotic urge...

My hungry mouth will not relent
Until I hear you gasp and cry,
legs around me wrapped, and spent,
Offering a contented sigh...

Then I'll rise, erect, and standing,
Showing you, with masculine pride,
Manhood that's erect, demanding,
Wanting to fill you, deep inside.

Shudder as you feel and please me
Sliding home between your lips;
Grip me, hold me, love me, squeeze me
In your perfect wanton hips.

Let our hearts be undivided,
Let our rhythyms rock, and roll,
As our bodies are united,
Heart to heart, and soul to soul.

 

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[Sarojaede]

Scaly, that was beautifully done..the longing is palpable.

 

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[firecaptsgirl]

me on top with our diving dolphin yummm...But you know I want to try more stuff it can get old after awhile

 

[midwestyankee]

LOL Amateur! Some of us don't even NEED batteries.

WW, he better finish his little scene! A little advance notice though--I about slid out of my chair with the first one.

Damn, he's good. And he knows it!

Soon, my friend. Follow the trail of this thread just a wee bit further and you will find what you seek.

 

[midwestyankee]

In this, my place, her hips quiver before me. The rhythm of her quivering passes to my shaft as it rests in her crease and I note its curious, almost syncopated beat. I lean forward, my hands gliding upward from the small of her back and I sense that her hips are sobbing on her inward breaths. Like a child who sobs when she knows that she is about to be punished but who welcomes the absoluteness and the comfort of disciplined love, her hips are asking to be taken. I know this rhythm and my shaft responds in its own pulsing language. Soon her crease bears the sheen of my need, painted there in short unhurried strokes.

“Tell me, my sweet slut, are you enjoying waiting like this, yearning for the heat of the first inward stroke, wondering when I will take you, not knowing if it will be long and sweet or hard and fierce?”

“It’s my pleasure to give myself to you, my sir. What you do is your pleasure and not mine. But yes, I am enjoying your touch and hoping that you will take me soon. Please, sir.”

My need for her yielding, welcoming body deepens as I listen to her moans and savor the instinctual dance of her ass cheeks under my hands. A soft, languid caress on this cheek followed by a snapping slap on the other. Quickly the first cheek learns once again the sting of my right hand. I lift myself briefly from her crease to trail droplets of need across this reddened cheek and then massage it into her skin. Moans become groans and I smile.

I step back and then forward again, catching my tip in the base of her opening and then glide down to press the lips apart. The first taste of her sweetness whets my appetite for her but I hold in place while she struggles to bring me in against my will. I pass my palm along the curve of first one cheek, then the other, and now my fingers pull her cheeks apart to reveal my shaft pressing ever so slightly past her shiny lips.

In a swift and smooth stroke I push myself in to the hilt and pull her hips back hard. She shudders, screams, and begins to heave backwards against my hips. I hold tight, serene in the knowledge that Act One opened the play with panache and intensity.

This is my place, where I play a role called Sir in a play called Anticipation.