Who's on top?

Damn, reading these types of threads, can make one real horny. :p

:D
 
i love being on bottom and completlybeing taken over. i love when he falls and puts all his weight on me right after he explodes inside me. mmmm i love feeling his sweatly hot body...
 
underneath.......... with my legs on his shoulders......... deep and hard....... mmmmmmmmmmm, hearing his balls slapping in tmy juices, banging against me.....

mmmmmmmmmm

*note to self - stop reading threads that get you horny*
 
PrincessHoney said:
underneath.......... with my legs on his shoulders......... deep and hard....... mmmmmmmmmmm, hearing his balls slapping in tmy juices, banging against me.....

mmmmmmmmmm

*note to self - stop reading threads that get you horny*

Mmmmmmm that works too

:D
 
PrincessHoney said:
underneath.......... with my legs on his shoulders......... deep and hard....... mmmmmmmmmmm, hearing his balls slapping in tmy juices, banging against me.....

mmmmmmmmmm

*note to self - stop reading threads that get you horny*

Just goes to prove ... I can be convinced from my original thought :p
 
I like to have the woman on top of me because I can feel more, see more and enjoy more of her. I can see her face, kiss, control the penetration, have her hair in my face, see her breasts, and her waist on top of mine. Basically, I love the view and the feeling....
 
OMG Sheath, that description was fucking incredible. ** Puts tongue back in mouth. ** To quote that line from When Harry Met Sally, "I'll have what she's having!" lol

I'd have to give my vote to missionary position (esp. as described by Sheath!) Also agree w/ Princess Honey's point about my feet or legs on his shoulders -- nice twist.
 
*gulp* I gotta follow up Sheath's reply? Can't top that (pun intended) but I'll add in my two cents...

Top or bottom?

Depends on my dance partner, I think.... and my mood....

Full moon? Hell yeah, I'm driving. Because there's nothing like being able to give in to one's instincts with the charge of the moon about you, and Her light on your lover's skin and reflected in her eyes... and being able to control the pacing, drawing out the moments like waves in the ocean; sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes fast and hard, and always returning to shore....

Outside of the full moon, I'd rather be the one on my back, because it lets me have my hands free, to stimulate and stroke the largest sense organ we have -- the skin. Whether it's to draw fingertips (or clawtips) down her back, or drag them through her hair, or grasp her by the hips and assist on the downstroke, when you're the one being ridden, the options open up even as you give up the driving to someone else....

On the road of life, am I a driver, or a navigator? Definitely prefer to be a navigator. I know how to read maps. ;)

-CoyoteTales
 
PrincessHoney said:
underneath.......... with my legs on his shoulders......... deep and hard....... mmmmmmmmmmm, hearing his balls slapping in tmy juices, banging against me.....

mmmmmmmmmm

*note to self - stop reading threads that get you horny*
Me too princess!!:D
 
CoyoteTales said:
Full moon? Hell yeah, I'm driving. Because there's nothing like being able to give in to one's instincts with the charge of the moon about you, and Her light on your lover's skin and reflected in her eyes... and being able to control the pacing, drawing out the moments like waves in the ocean; sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes fast and hard, and always returning to shore....

*sigh*

Oh...I like this. :)

S.
 
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sheath said:
*sigh*

Oh...I like this. :)

S.

*quiet smile* The concept, y'mean? It's at the very top of my list of favorite situations to be in (right above 'during a summer thunderstorm'), but sadly, it's been years since the last time I got to do it. But... here's a mental snippet for you.

I remember... pausing for breath, listening to the harsh sounds of my lover's breathing, looking at her beneath me, heat radiating upwards from her body into mine, driving off the autumn chill. She opened her eyes to regard me.

"You stopped," she murmured.

"Mhmm," I agreed, and took her hand up to my mouth, kissing the fingertips and palm gently. I gave her another grind of my hips to keep her centered in the middle of the current plateau; she took an appreciative breath.

"What're you up to?"

"Just sharing a moment.... watch."

And I laced my fingers through hers, and lifted her hand and mine --

--until it intersected the moonbeam coming in through the half-open blinds.

I turned her hand over, so that we held a bit of silver light together. "That." I said.

"Oh." she said quietly, after a long moment of contemplation.

And I squeezed her hand firmly, and started moving again with a purpose....


-CoyoteTales
 
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CoyoteTales said:
*quiet smile* The concept, y'mean? It's at the very top of my list of favorite situations to be in (right above 'during a summer thunderstorm'), but sadly, it's been years since the last time I got to do it. But... here's a mental snippet for you.

I remember... pausing for breath, listening to the harsh sounds of my lover's breathing, looking at her beneath me, heat radiating upwards from her body into mine, driving off the autumn chill. She opened her eyes to regard me.

"You stopped," she murmured.

"Mhmm," I agreed, and took her hand up to my mouth, kissing the fingertips and palm gently. I gave her another grind of my hips to keep her centered in the middle of the current plateau; she took an appreciative breath.

"What're you up to?"

"Just sharing a moment.... watch."

And I laced my fingers through hers, and lifted her hand and mine --

--until it intersected the moonbeam coming in through the half-open blinds.

I turned her hand over, so that we held a bit of silver light together. "That." I said.

"Oh." she said quietly, after a long moment of contemplation.

And I squeezed her hand firmly, and started moving again with a purpose....


-CoyoteTales

*long, deep breath*

You know...you really need to write things like that more often.

:)

S.
 
damit...I had a response...a really good one too, all well written and everything and then I read Sheath and Coyotes posts and well....damnit I can't be eloquent and type one handed!:devil:

To answer the question though....it has to be him on top. For me looking up and seeing his face above me, watching the way the muscles tense in his chest and shoulders, feeling the crush of his weight against me....mmmm there's nothing to beat it! And if he has my legs pinned back...dear sweet jesus! That pushes me over the edge!
 
I love both but probably 75% of the time, I prefer the top. I enjoy having my husbands cock deep in me and grinding back and forth or having my feet under me and squatting up and down his shaft.

ash:heart:
 
ash0171 said:
I love both but probably 75% of the time, I prefer the top. I enjoy having my husbands cock deep in me and grinding back and forth or having my feet under me and squatting up and down his shaft.

ash:heart:

That's one lucky husband ash has.
 
Meanwhile I'm single and horny from all these ahhhh great words.

::GROWLS::
 
she is cause there is better penetration

its also easier for me to help out with everything if she is on top
 
SlvrTongueDevil said:
Just goes to prove ... I can be convinced from my original thought :p


what can i say........ its all the depth and god damn wetness of doggie, without the carpet burns!


mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
 
Ok..... I love a woman on top! being able to play with her nipples, stroke her clit. But there's also a lot to be said for wall sex..... have her legs wrapped around you and pin her against the wall as you drive into her.......

Sound good????
 
PrincessHoney said:
what can i say........ its all the depth and god damn wetness of doggie, without the carpet burns!


mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Gotta find this princesses' kingdom!!
 
CoyoteTales said:
*quiet smile* The concept, y'mean? It's at the very top of my list of favorite situations to be in (right above 'during a summer thunderstorm'), but sadly, it's been years since the last time I got to do it. But... here's a mental snippet for you.

I remember... pausing for breath, listening to the harsh sounds of my lover's breathing, looking at her beneath me, heat radiating upwards from her body into mine, driving off the autumn chill. She opened her eyes to regard me.

"You stopped," she murmured.

"Mhmm," I agreed, and took her hand up to my mouth, kissing the fingertips and palm gently. I gave her another grind of my hips to keep her centered in the middle of the current plateau; she took an appreciative breath.

"What're you up to?"

"Just sharing a moment.... watch."

And I laced my fingers through hers, and lifted her hand and mine --

--until it intersected the moonbeam coming in through the half-open blinds.

I turned her hand over, so that we held a bit of silver light together. "That." I said.

"Oh." she said quietly, after a long moment of contemplation.

And I squeezed her hand firmly, and started moving again with a purpose....


-CoyoteTales



Whew.. there is simply no part of that post or your other above that doesn't make me feel faint and just about darn near in the throes of a good swoon. It's been hot here in So Cal.. it's just damn sultry now.

think cool thoughts..ice cubes..ice cream..cool breezes..whew
 
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