Friday Positions

Introduction to Friday Positions

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Sex in all of its variety has fascinated Cherrie and me ever since we met. Over the decades we bought sex manuals, watched adult films, and read Cosmopolitan, Playboy and the other sex-oriented magazines from cover to cover, looking for new positions to incorporate in our lovemaking. And we tried virtually all of the ones we found.

The best thing we could do with that sort of knowledge, we agreed after starting The Sensuous Libertine, would be to summarize it and publish it on the blog. Thus, Cherrie's Friday Positions appeared for the first time on April 7, 2006 with a position that Cherrie believes she invented and had the right to name after herself! Since then, we have published about 60 entries dealing with different positions two, three or more people--or even just one--can use to enhance their enjoyment of sex.

As the entries piled up, though, our readers began to ask when they could expect to find a compendium of Friday Positions, easy to access 24 hours per day. If you wanted to find entries just on fellatio, for example, it would have been a difficult chore. We thought the best thing we could do would be collect the positions, sort them into useful categories and put the product out there for people to use.

Here is that effort. We don't intend to write new entries here. Instead, as we complete Friday Positions entries at the main site, we will simply add them to the appropriate entry. That way, these entries will remain in the order presented, which is indeed quite an accomplishment!

I know that some parts of the blog are short on photos. I will be working on putting more photos up as we continue with this project. Your patience is appreciated . . .

Meanwhile, your interest in this effort to catalog all the sex positions people have discovered is also greatly appreciated.

Foreplay

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FOREPLAY

Fun with Fingers (September 1, 2006)

Just about all of us have ten of them (or eight plus two thumbs, if you want to be technical). And they are essentially the same--three to six inches long, two joints, a nail at the end. We all know they can be used for sex. But do we use them to their fullest potential?

Foreplay, of course, is where fingers are quite useful. Touch me gently to get me started. Run your fingers down my cheek, and through my hair. Trace the outline of my bare shoulders. It gives me shivers! I will want to cuddle closer to you, to touch you in return.

Move your fingertips across my naked breast. See how my nipple responds in return. Watch it stiffen under your tender stimulation. Now do the other one. Watch my flesh flush with anticipation of things to cum.

Let your fingers course down my back. Feel the indentation between my shoulder blades, my vertebrae palpable beneath the skin. Your nails drag across my waist, and I emit my first moan of delight during our lovemaking session. I shiver again, and smile at the delicious sensation of being wanted, being loved.

Feel my round, sensuous ass. Trace the crack between my butt cheeks. Revolve your palm on each buttock, warming it, sensitizing it. It feels so wonderful! Unable to resist your charms, I roll on my back, smile again and spread my legs in invitation for you to go farther.

You reach down with your fingers, carefully outlining my labia. They swell with my hot blood in response to your touch. Stroking, caressing, you bring them to the full bloom of their potential. My fluids begin to trickle between them, but you continue to tease, moving your fingers across my lips, back and forth, just barely touching my flaming clitoris. I moan again! I feel so warm, so safe, so horny now!

The wetness between my thighs entices you to slip inside. One finger is quite enough. Reflexively, my body stiffens as I feel your fingertip massage the delicate lining of my vagina. Up one side, down the other, around and around. I thrust my pelvis up and down on the bed, doing my best to heighten this marvelous sensation.

Now you turn your wrist so that your palm is facing upward. Inserting another finger, you begin to curl both digits to caress the inside of my bald box. This is my G-spot! I scream in passion as the hot lava of orgasm melts away my consciousness. My fingers busily tease and squeeze my nipples as you work your fingers in and out, simulating copulation. Only your fingers can bend, they can twist, they can rotate! My body thrashes about on the bed, I shout your name, I exclaim my own pleasure! I only hope that you are as turned on by the sight of my enjoyment as I am by your skillful use of your fingers.

Man or woman, you can deliver powerful orgasms just by the use of your fingers. Don't stop there, but don't skip this powerful stage of the lovemaking progression.

Helping Hands (December 29, 2006)

Once again I am indebted to the imaginative and free-spirited Madame X for the inspiration to write this week’s Friday Positions entry.In her essay from Wednesday, Madame wrote about how she enjoyed pleasuring herself with masturbation while having sex. Not as foreplay, not as substitution for actual sexual contact, but as part of the sex act itself.

I hadn’t thought about masturbation in this context, but a moment’s reflection confirmed that I, too, have enhanced my coital pleasure in this way. I just hadn’t thought about it as a technique distinct from the various positions I assume to copulate with my lovers. But, of course, self-stimulation is worth studying in its own right.

Just to be clear, we are discussing stimulating yourself while enjoying sex with another person (Madame’s entry dealt with self-stimulation in all sorts of sexual contexts). For this to work, of course, you need a partner with certain qualifications. He or she must be capable of performing sexually—lubricating if a woman, achieving and maintaining erection if a man—without any assistance from you. Moreover, he or she must be an unselfish, giving person, ready to concentrate on your pleasure without receiving any quid pro quo other than the act of sex itself and taking deep satisfaction in watching you!

Most everyone masturbates nowadays, whether single, in a committed relationship or formally married. Studies by Shere Hite and Levin and Levin in the late 1970s-early 1980s showed that 75 to 80 percent of responding female poll respondents admitted masturbating, and those percentages have probably increased over the past quarter century. A more recent, but not attributed, study I found on the Internet pegged the percentage of adult female masturbators at 89%. (By contrast, well over 90 percent of men said they masturbated.) Odds are, then, that any woman you take to bed will know how to please herself in a solitary setting. With a bit of foresight and present-mindedness, she can simply carry her favorite techniques into two-person couplings.

Hardin and I spent some time experimenting with auto-erotic sex last night—sorry, men, it was all me!—and here are some of the techniques I enjoyed:

Leg scratches: While Hardin was fucking me in the legs-up position (him kneeling and holding my legs spread apart perpendicular to the mattress), I ran my fingertips slowly up and down my thighs, alternating occasionally palm massaging and fingernail scratching. Even though we don’t commonly think of the thighs as an erogenous zone, I found this quite pleasurable in a gentle, calming way. It helps if the man takes care of your vagina all by himself, varying the angle, depth and tempo of his thrusts.

Breast play: With us in the raised missionary position (Hardin on top of me balancing on his knees, my legs hooked around his, his arms supporting his torso above my body), I ran my fingertips gently around my breasts, making sure to touch the underside. As he continued to fuck me, with a firm and determined but not wild and untamed rhythm, I cupped my breasts in my hands and began rubbing the nipples and areolas with the undersides of my thumbs. An exquisite sensation! We didn’t do it last night, but the next step would be for me to rub and twist the nipples gently between thumb and forefinger, a sure-fire path for reaching orgasm. (Usually he does this, but hands are unisex!)

Mons pressure: The mons pubis is the tight ball of flesh appearing just above the clitoral opening. Placing a palm on the mons and pushing downward while a hard cock (or fingers, or dildo) thrusts inside the vagina greatly intensifies the pleasurable sensations coming from the intercourse. This increases the pressure on the clitoris without the sort of direct manipulation that some women find overly intense or uncomfortable. You can stretch out your fingers and stroke or scratch your man’s throbbing penis at the same time!

Labial stimulation: This masturbation technique is my favorite, and the studies indicate many women long for it, so why not take matters into your own hands? Even in a conventional man-on-top missionary position, with him resting his weight on her torso, the woman can burrow a hand under the man’s pelvis to stroke, pull or pinch her pussy lips. Just running a finger along an engorged, well-lubricated labium while it is wrapped around a hard cock (or thick dildo) is enough to make me gasp in wonder! But don’t stop there; your labia are marvelously pliable, so stroke and pull on them to your heart’s content.

Clitoral stimulation: The clitoris is one of the most sensitive parts of the woman’s genitalia—so sensitive, in some cases, that direct stimulation is too uncomfortable to enjoy. If you’re such a woman, the previous two techniques probably will yield better results. If you can handle it, though, rub your clit while you are being fucked and feel the fireworks go off in your mind! One of my favorite techniques is to get mine nice and erect and simply massage it, slowly, between the tips of my thumbs as my lover thrusts deeply into my pussy, or wiggles his hard cock without moving it in or out. Intense!

Madame noted that she enjoyed having her lover help her out with the manual side courses. Why not? You are the center of attention, so while you are working on one of your breasts, have him/her lick, suck, squeeze or nibble the other. Just be sure to reciprocate the next time!

Years ago, Dr. Alex Comfort, while discussing what he called “handwork” in The Joy of Sex, wrote that “A woman with the divine gift of lechery will almost always make a superlative partner.” Never is this truer than when the woman turns her talents toward enhancing her own pleasure. For a happy, satisfied, orgasmic woman is the best lover of all!

Pushing My Buttons (April 17, 2006)

Reflecting on a long, dreamy weekend of lovemaking with my man, I have been thinking about the places on my body that are most sensitive to touching and caressing—other than the obvious ones, of course. I find that tender attention to these greatly enhances my sexual experience . . .

My hair. I have long, auburn, slightly curly hair that falls far below my shoulders. Feel it. Run your fingers through it, or wrap the hair around them gently. Let it fall on your arms, your chest, your cock (or your pussy). You can even give it a firm tug when you are entering me from behind. I will catch my breath, then shower my appreciation on your member!

My neck. On those rare occasions where I get tense, my neck muscles tend to knot up. Rubbing my neck from behind usually relieves these symptoms and, after a while, puts me in the mood for fun. I might well turn my head halfway, my back pressed against your chest, to kiss you full on the lips in return.

My ears. Gently caressing my ears as you gaze into my eyes is a wonderfully effective way to stimulate me. Perhaps my ears have an unusually dense network of nerve endings, but a soft touch of the fingertips, running from top to bottom and back again, will almost always ignite my fire. (Kissing them is good, too!)

My shoulders. Oh, the pleasure that a lover can provide by running his/her hands softly over my shoulders, holding them, caressing them, kissing them! The feeling is indescribable, particularly when done from behind, when I can’t watch but certainly can imagine the sight!

My toes and feet. I do appreciate a lover who knows how to massage my feet, stretch and relax my toes, and rub some moisturizing cream into my soles. Again, this helps me to relax and get my mind in the mood for lovemaking, as well as feeling really nice.

What brings all this to mind is an episode late Saturday night in which my man took me to a new level of ecstasy. I can’t recall him doing this before . . .

We were lying in bed, nude, resting, after who knows how many happy penetrations. I was spooning him, my back to his chest, nestled in his arms. In time I could feel his cock begin to stiffen once more.He began kissing my neck from behind. I let out a low moan as he caressed my shoulders. Then, deftly, he began planting hot kisses down my backbone, slowly, one vertebra at a time. The kisses were long, lingering, and got wetter and louder the lower he went. He cupped my right breast in his hand and gently tweaked my nipple as he kissed. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but that added to my growing excitement. By the time he was down to my waist I was dripping and crying in anticipation of the next touch of his lips.

Down he went, his tongue tracing the crack of my ass. He went ‘round the world, as we used to say, then rolled me on my back, spread my legs and plunged his tongue into my vagina, causing me to cum immediately. Now I was screaming for his cock! He rose up on his knees, and I watched him stroke its shadowy profile, teasing me and making me want it all the more as I whimpered in delerium. Then, in one motion, he slid his erection in to the hilt, missionary style. I wrapped my legs around his ass and humped merrily away.

I can’t wait till he does it again.

Breast Investments (December 14, 2006)

Everyone is born with two of them. They grow and develop in different ways to serve different functions. For men, they are purely ornamental. For women, they sustain infant life—and often play a key role in the way that life comes about.

I’m writing, of course, about breasts. Many men consider breasts the most sexually charged part of a woman’s body after the vagina, and some rate them the most alluring feature of all. But how many men are skilled at coaxing the full potential for pleasure out of those lovely orbs?

What are breasts, anyway? They are fatty tissues on a woman’s chest--—“modified sweat glands,” according to Masters and Johnson in Sex and Human Loving. Each breast contains 15 to 20 milk glands imbedded in these tissues, which are in turn suspended from the woman’s body by ligaments. The glands are connected by ducts to the nipple, a nexus of smooth muscle and concentrated nerve endings that is highly sensitive to temperature and touch. When the nipple is aroused, it erects and, in a lactating woman, opens the ducts so mother’s milk can feed the nursing child. The nipple is surrounded in most women by the areola, a penumbra of sensitive skin with its own nerve nodes and muscle fibers.

Breasts are as individual as women themselves. Like snowflakes, no two are quite alike—not even the left and right breasts of the same woman are necessarily mirror images. When I was a young woman, I was mystified that my left breast was noticeably larger than the right one. What sort of mutation caused this, I wondered to myself. It wasn’t until I read the Masters and Johnson book that I realized that this condition is common—normal, in fact.

Breast size has absolutely nothing to do with the enjoyment you can gain from them. Hardin and I have made love to women with large ones, small ones and in-between ones. Some women in each category screamed at the slightest touch, while others enjoyed considerably rougher play. Don’t let size serve as an indicator of how far you can go; smaller breasts are not necessarily more delicate than large ones. Take the time to get to know your lover, and your own pleasure will be heightened.

The sensitivity of the nipples and areolas to touch and other stimuli varies from one person—men included—to another. Some people feel relatively little in these areas. Others find even the gentle brushing of a hand against the nipple makes them yelp! The authorities report sensitivity has no correlation to nipple length or areola size, except in one sense: Women who have just gone through childbirth report increases in both size and sensitivity. I experienced this phenomenon myself after the birth of my second child; my breasts swelled to their current size (or close to it) and just pulling a sweater over my bra caused nearly unbearable pleasure. Sensitivity in women is also related to the menstrual cycle; many women are more sensitive at certain periods of the cycle than others.

The only way to find out whether, and how, your lover enjoys breast play at any particular time is to experiment. It’s best to start out gently. Just brushing your skin across the tip of her nipple should give you a clue about where to go next. If your partner recoils from that innocent touch, you know that you should attend to the breasts sparingly during the session, assuming you elect to touch them at all. If your partner doesn’t flinch, it’s on to the next step.

Let your fingers circle each breast in turn, around the outside. Don’t forget the area in between—trace it with your finger—or with larger women the crease underneath the suspended globes, which can be pleasantly sensitive by itself. If the woman’s lips part to emit a soft sigh or a sudden moan, don’t stop there!

What I truly enjoy, aside from the moves I describe in the rest of this entry, is when my lover places his hands on the outsides of my breasts, his or her fingers just below the armpit, and massages the sides of my torso. This is where the ligaments holding up the breasts connect to the rest of my body, and they are typically tired and sore. The massage warms the ligaments and increases blood flow to the area. The momentary relief my muscles feel from the strains of supporting my pendulous offerings all day is so delicious, it makes me ready to go farther.

The nipple should be approached with caution due to its extreme twitchiness. Some men apparently think women crave rough sucking and biting, perhaps because they’ve watched these tactics play out in adult films. I can’t speak for every woman because this is such an individual subject, but I’d rather enjoy a gentle caress from a fingertip, or better yet the palms of my man’s open hands tracing circles on my nipple tips like butterflies coming in for a landing.

Only when the woman has told you, through her moans and sighs, that she is enjoying the touch of your hands should you become more aggressive. Trace her areola with your fingertip, perhaps moistening it with saliva before doing the deed. If the woman has become aroused by your intentions thus far, you have a good chance of feeling the areola become all tense and wrinkly. This is an indication that the muscle tissue is doing its job to erect the nipples. Move on to the nipple itself, touching it on the side before massaging it directly with the fingertip. Try, perhaps, placing the nipple between forefinger and ring finger, rubbing it back and forth on the normally smooth skin that’s found between the digits.

If the woman is still having fun, use your mouth and tongue next. Touch your tongue to the tip of the nipple, leave a bit of saliva, and let it air-dry. The suddenly cold feel of evaporating liquid should create a tingling that will be assuaged only when you envelop the nipple with your tongue and lips once more. Assuming your lady enjoys this, try it with a chip of ice between your teeth. Whether it’s warm or cold outside, she’s almost guaranteed to gasp.

Biting is something that should be done only with extreme caution, not terribly hard. Holding the nipple by the tips of the teeth and giving the slightest tug is usually sufficient. Actually sucking the nipple like a nursing baby is also a technique that should be saved for the latter stages of the session, when the woman is begging for more. I enjoy having missionary style sex as my Hardin alternately kisses and sucks my boobs—giving them a sharp bite just as he feels me cumming for an extra thrill!

The same techniques can be used by a woman (or a man, for that matter) when approaching a man’s nipples. They tend to be just as sensitive as a woman’s, perhaps even more so. Hardin’s are very small relative to mine, but they respond just as well to my stroking, touching or sucking. It’s so amusing to see them try to stand tall after a visit from my fingers or tongue!

Between the Boobs (May 26, 2006)

Desmond Morris, the British zookeeper who wrote The Naked Ape in the Sixties, popularized the theory that human females evolved with larger breasts than other apes to enhance their sex appeal to males. Morris thought the round shape of the breasts mimics the buttocks, the point of sexual approach for most simians. Morris’s work has been criticized by subsequent researchers, but it certainly is supported by the legions of lovers who use this position as a worthy substitute for vaginal sex.

This position is so simple it’s almost insulting to write instructions, but I’ll do it anyway. The woman lies on her back, breasts in the air. The man kneels above her, one leg on either side of her chest, and lowers his penis between the breasts. He then simulates the motion of intercourse, thrusting his cock between the boobs, until one or both of the participants reaches climax.

The position has many advantages, among them the opportunity for unprotected sex with virtually no risk of pregnancy or contracting a disease, and the ability to engage in sex when the woman is menstruating (yes, I still get very horny when in this condition). I treasure the closeness with a man who does me this way, the fact that all of him is within easy reach. I can run my hands across his chest, caress his arms, or grab two handfuls of ass to pull him toward me. Most of all, I like watching his cock do its thing. In normal sex, the penis is hidden in the vagina; I can feel it, but I can’t see it. When titty-fucking, I can feel it and see it. I find it extremely erotic to watch it throb between my womanly orbs in its purpleness, the slit in its tip opening and closing with each thrust.

Of course, it’s easy to combine boob-fucking with oral sex. A favorite variation is to extend my tongue to try to lick the head of the penis at the top of each stroke. Sometimes I can reach it, sometimes not, but the effort is fun and makes both of us giggle. He might also just grab my head with his hands and abruptly stuff his cock in my mouth, which is a thrill.

Can women with smaller breasts find this position satisfying? I think so; I’ve seen such women create enough of a valley by pushing on their sides to make it worthwhile, at least from this bystander’s perspective. The man can always rub his cock around the nipples between strokes, which I find highly stimulating.

Some people enjoy a generous application of lubricant before engaging in boob-fucking. If you do, go for it, but I’m not much of a fan of the stuff for this purpose. For me, skin-on-skin contact lubricated with just a little sweat and saliva is more than enough.The downside to this position is that the vagina is neglected. (I’ve yet to meet a man who is dexterous enough to finger me and boob-fuck me simultaneously.) Being easily orgasmic, I find I can achieve a satisfying cum just concentrating on the sight, sound and sensation of a hard cock stroking my breasts. Others may not be able to achieve this, but you can transition easily to missionary-style sex if that’s an option for you and you need to get off.

A variant involves the woman kneeling in front of a standing man, who then strokes his cock up and down between her tits. We have tried this, but find it less satisfying because it is harder to maintain enough friction for the man to cum. However, this variant looks hotter because the tits are hanging and more prominent. I remember one scene from an adult film (the name of which I’ve forgotten) in which two women race side by side to make their men cum this way, their cocks pumping between the pendulous boobs until they spurt. Very hot!

Toe Sucking (November 10, 2006)

Oh, he's going to do it! I'm lying on my back, on my bed, nude except for my macrame slides, my legs in the air. Hardin has dropped his clothes on the floor, and is kneeling at the base of the bed, grabbing one of my legs in his hands. Slowly, he slips off one shoe, then the other . . .He's going to make love to my feet!

"The foot is the western world's most ignored tertiary sex organ," Xaviera Hollander wrote in her how-to handbook, Xaviera's Supersex. She was quite correct in this observation. Most men, and women for that matter, are blind to the erotic possibilities of their feet, and those of their lovers. It took us quite a while to catch on ourselves. But now that we have, we'll be sharing a few techniques that should put a fresh new twist on your foreplay.

"Feet are so packed with nerve endings that some women can reach orgasm just by having them rubbed," writes Zachary Veilleux at MensHealth.com. I'm one of them. I just love the feel of hands on my feet, caressing them and then deeply massaging the joints and tissues. Whatever cares I'm burdened with just float away in Hardin's skilled hands, and I've been known to submit to his charms after just a few minutes of manual stimulation.The key to a good foot massage is sustained, firm pressure. Dr Robert Schwartz, author of The One-Hour Orgasm, wrote that "you should press in and stroke hard enough to give her pleasure, but not hard enough to cause pain or light enough to tickle." Although after you have been kneaded into a state of subliminal bliss, a sudden tickle might delightfully snap you out of it!

Men's Health.com suggests this technique:

1. Gently knead the bottom of her foot from ankle to toe.

2. Next, focus on each toe separately, tugging and massaging as you go. Pay special attention to the middle toe, which some experts believe has a direct nerve connection to the genitals.

3. Finish with some deep, relaxing strokes in the arch.

Remember, a woman has two feet! You need to work on both of them!

But don't stop there. What's even more exquisite, after my feet have been sensitized with a good massage, is for my lover to begin using tongue and mouth to provide even more stimulation. There is nothing quite like feeling a wet tongue trace the concave curve of my arch, then rim my toes gently, perhaps sliding into the crevices between them from time to time. Even better, though, is when he or she takes a toe, one at a time, and pops it into his or her mouth, sucking firmly. That usually sends me over the edge, without even touching my pussy! With ten toes, you can imagine the pleasurable possibilities!

Of course, I eventually get so horny that I need fingers, tongue, cock or dildo in my pussy. Here's how we love to end a foot-massage session: Hardin lifts both of my legs high in the air, pushing a pillow under my ass to support me. Then, holding himself upright and balancing himself on his knees, he plunges his hard cock into my cunt. As he fucks me, he holds my ankles and stuffs one of my big toes into his mouth, sucking hard. That, combined with his vigorous thrusting, never fails to ignite an enormous orgasm! He repeats this maneuver from toe to toe, switching feet now and then, until he too explodes from the heat!

Ladies, your men will appreciate it if you take a shower, or at least wash off your feet with a washcloth, before trying these maneuvers. But that small inconvenience will be repaid a thousandfold once your lover masters the technique of toe-sucking!

There are many more things you can do to enhance lovemaking with your feet, and I'll be covering more of them as we move along.

The Pleasures of Ice (August 17, 2007)

The other night it was so hot and sticky in our house that I didn’t want to do anything but lie down and rest after Hardin finished shooting my HNT photos. But that horny dude had other ideas. He walked downstairs, returning with a drink for me. And a bowl of ice cubes.

This time of year, ice can be a refreshing addition to your foreplay routine. If you’re uncomfortably warm, cold ice can feel extremely pleasurable against your skin, and the shock of first contact is always very exciting.

Hardin began kissing me to warm me up, and then put a small ice cube in his mouth. Letting one edge of it protrude from his lips, he ran the ice up and down my cheeks, and then across my mouth. Our mouths opened as I accepted the melting cube, then repeated his motions across his dark and stubbly face and neck. When the weather is hot, lips that are cooled by ice feel so exciting!I leaned back, and Hardin took another cube in his mouth. Clenching the ice between his teeth, he moved down and began to circle my areola with it. Mmmmm, that cool cube felt fine! As the ice melted, occasionally a drop of water would escape his mouth and dribble around the curve of my breast, creating the most exquisite sensation!

The cube was quite wet now, and Hardin slid its smooth surface across the tip of my erect nipple, bathing it in meltwater. I moaned at the sensation, slightly painful but so titillating! As the ice vanished in his mouth, Hardin begin to kiss, lick and suck my breast with his chilled lips, causing me to reach orgasm when I felt his teeth gently bite the nipple at the base!

At this point Hardin climbed on top of me and slid his hard cock home inside my ready pussy. We fucked excitedly, with me wrapping my legs around his ass while he wrapped his cool lips around my other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Feeling the hot sweat drip off his chest and forehead onto my skin, after enjoying the ice water trickling down my body, was quite arousing! After I came several times, he pulled out and blasted a hot load of cum into his hand, and then slinked inside my quivering thighs to kiss my mouth once more.

We rested a while, and then his erection began to recharge. It was my turn to play with him! Taking one of the shrinking cubes in my hand, I laid my body next to his torso and began to rub the cube lazily against his smooth-shaven balls. He groaned at the feeling, but did not try to escape. I know he loves this! Before long his scrotum was dripping with cool, clear water, and his cock was straining into the air.

I reached over for another of the melting cubes, and popped it in my mouth. Letting the cube stick out just a bit, I touched my lips to the base of his dong and began sliding them upward, letting the ice take the place of my tongue. He uttered some unintelligible combination of sounds and I could feel the muscles in his taut body tightening. Back and forth, up and down, the ice melted on his member as I moved it around. As a final thrill, I took the tiny sliver that was left and held it against his frenulum with my fingers while I sucked the knob of his tool.

“Oh, fuck!” he screamed! “Gladly, sir,” I replied, feeling the last of the ice dissolve against his white-hot shaft. I climbed on top of him and sank my body down slowly, deliciously, absorbing his ice-cooled cock millimeter by millimeter until my labia were flat against his torso . . .

There are so many things you can do with ice, in addition to these. You can let it melt in your partner’s navel, then lick it out (shower first!). You can take a mouthful of crushed ice and fellate your man. Your lover can rub a melting cube on your labia, or circle your clitoris with it, or even (once it’s round and smooth) insert it in your vagina, then suck it back out.

Ordinary cubes from your refrigerator are just fine for sex (the half-circle ones from automatic icemakers are harder to work with, in my opinion). If you prefer, you can buy ice trays that will freeze water in the shape of a cock, a pair of tits or a woman’s curvy bod. But you don’t even need to go to that expense to get an ice dildo; just fill a condom with water and put it in the freezer for a few hours.

Most sex manuals ignore the erotic possibilities of ice, but The Joy of Sex did not. Dr. Alex Comfort’s advice is sound: make sure the ice you use isn’t too cold. You want the cubes to be at the point of melting, not sticking to your body. Leaving them out in an ordinary bowl for a few minutes before you start playing will do the trick.

Ice—it’s not just for drinks!

Sex and Music (August 31, 2007)

Do you enjoy listening to music when you have sex?

Music is an intensely personal pleasure. What I like may not be what you like, and neither of us may be impressed with what he and she like. So it wouldn’t be surprising if you answered “no.”

A year ago Sharsbars (a 23-year-old mother of two) asked “What do you think the best song to have sex by is?” on Yahoo. She got 27 different answers, ranging from Johnny Mathis to Coldplay to ‘80s techno.

An anonymous writer asked Julianne at nerve.com the following question: “My boyfriend and I have a great sex life except for one thing: he is constantly putting on the worst music during sex, i.e. Supreme Beings of Leisure and other dated trip-hop crap. It turns me off completely, but he insists we listen to it. What could I recommend that's less offensively cheesy?” Julianne came up with a list of disparate offerings, from Isaac Hayes to Alexander Scriabin, who wrote “symphonies to the orgasm.” I have to wonder what the boyfriend thought about that one.

But if you and your lover can agree on selections that would relax both of you or turn you on, music can add a whole new dimension to your lovemaking.

Do any of you remember the 1979 movie 10 with Bo Derek? How she enjoyed playing Ravel’s Bolero while having sex, building her excitement with each movement of the composition and timing her orgasm to the crescendo at the end of the piece? That’s what I mean.

Hardin and I have similar tastes in music, but we don’t play it often when engaged in enjoying each other. That’s largely because our adult children still live at home, and they prefer not to be reminded that we still have lusty affections for each other’s bodies. They complain enough about being kept up by the mattress squeaking and the headboard banging. All they need is to hear a CD playing to tip them off that “Mom and Dad are screwing again!”

But on those rare occasions when they are out, the house is quiet and we’re ready for an extended session of sex, I love to set the scene. Candles on either side of the bed, their flickering light becoming more prominent the darker it gets outside. Fresh, clean sheets that feel so good against our nude skin. And erotic music playing on the CD player.

Some types of music don’t work for us. Vocals, for example, tend to be story tales with a beginning and an end. Listening to a four or five-minute song, even an upbeat one, is distracting if you get into the music and find the story is over. Likewise, hip-hop, with its mindless lyrics, does nothing for either of us.

Don’t laugh, but my favorites are New Age jazz and “earth music” that blends natural sounds with soft, rhythmic melodies. I have several CDs of the latter that I picked up for a low price at some bargain bin sale years ago. When I put one of those on and dim the electric lights, leaving it to the candles to illuminate our nude, entangled bodies, it’s as if we are transported to a serene and pleasant hideaway, where there are only the two of us and our only purpose is to arouse each other to orgasmic ecstasy.

Or if I’m really horny, classic rock with strong drum and guitar lines works well too. I love being ravaged doggy style, ass swaying in the air, getting fucked in time with the beat. And having my man cum just as the song is ending makes me feel like I’m starring in an X-rated movie video!

Give music a try if you haven’t already. You may be surprised at what it does to enhance the lovemaking experience.

Masturbation

2007-06-16T22:44:00.000-05:00

MASTURBATION

The Art of Pleasing Yourself (April 19, 2007)

No matter how close you are to your partner, or how many partners you have, there comes a time in every woman’s life when you need some sexual attention, but you are alone. This is the time when you should be thinking about giving yourself the pleasure you crave through masturbation.

Masturbation, according to The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language, means “excitation of the genital organs, usually to orgasm, by means other than sexual intercourse.” The word itself is derived from the Latin masturbari, meaning the same thing, which tells us that people have been enjoying the delights of solo sex for at least two thousand years, and probably longer.

Today we’re going to talk about how women can use this ancient technique to satisfy themselves when a partner is not available. (If there’s enough demand among our readers, Hardin will write a counterpart of his own on male masturbation, but he doesn’t think you men need any help!)

When masturbating, I am normally alone. Since I have no one around to help me get turned on, I need to arouse myself sexually, to make myself receptive to my own attention. To do that, I need to partner with my most important sex organ—my mind. My mind has to convince my body that it wants sex, needs sex, craves sex. In other words, my conscious being needs to persuade my body to react sexually to my own stimulation.

To achieve this, I need to relax. The cares and frustrations of the day have no place in a setting of love. I need to let them go. Many different techniques help me release them. For example, I might take a long shower, luxuriantly running my soaped-up hands over the warm, wet skin of my increasingly pliable body. Or I might fill the hot tub and let the jets of warm water whisk the tensions away. If it’s afternoon in the summer, laying a towel in our little nudist corner and reclining in the sunshine may do the trick. Mood music and scented candles can help too. Anything that you enjoy and makes you at ease will work.

I find masturbating to be most comfortable when I am reclining on my back. Beds, chairs and grassy or sandy areas outdoors all work fine. You may want to prop yourself up so you can watch, although I often close my eyes when I really get into it, to heighten the sensations. You can masturbate while in the doggy position on all fours, or even standing up, but I find these usually take too much effort. I want my mind totally free to enjoy all the pleasure my genitals will be sending its way!

When I am ready to begin, I often start playing with my nipples. I gently trace the areolas with my fingertips, taking care to run them along the sensitive undersides of my orbs occasionally. I may do this for quite some time, as my goal is to please myself and I am in no hurry to do so. Just me and my breasts, my nipples becoming stiff and erect, a soft and inviting breeze flowing over me . . .

Eventually I may begin to rub my legs together to stimulate the flow of moisture in my vagina. Again, I am not in a rush; when I begin to feel that familiar warmth of sexual arousal down there, then I am ready to begin pleasuring my pussy. Most often I will run the fingertips of one hand lightly over my labia, feeling them become plump with my welling blood, while continuing to stimulate my breasts with the other hand. I might contract the PC muscles with some Kegel exercises as I do this. My lips feel so fecund, so full of promise, when I slowly arouse them in this way.

When I feel myself getting seriously wet and ready for more vigorous stimulation, I have a number of options to consider. The vagina has five areas providing the owner with pleasurable sensations when manipulated. They are the clitoris, the vestibule, the labia, the fourchette and the urethral sponge, or G-spot.The clitoris is the woman’s analog to the man’s penis. For most women it is the key player in the game of sexual satisfaction. It is full of nerve endings and providing its owner with pleasure is its only purpose.

The sensitivity of the clit varies from woman to woman. I enjoy working on mine vigorously. I may put one fingers on either side of the clitoral hood and rub them back and forth, with the clit inside. Assuming I am well-lubricated, this sensation is quite delicious! I may even take the clit out of the hood and brush my fingertips against its pink point, which often makes me moan with delight!

If you find your clitoris is too sensitive for such direct manipulation, try pulling the labia up and down, which will cause the hood to move along with them and indirectly stimulate the clit inside. You may find, as you get used to the sensation, that you will be ready to get a little rougher with the clit. Take your time and discover what you like! It’s not a game, no one is grading you and your only goal is to make yourself feel good.

The vestibule is the area between the clitoris and the vaginal opening—the smooth spot at the top of the pussy. Often overlooked or lumped in with the clit, this is another place where manual stimulation can lead to pleasure. Touch it lightly at first, and if you like what you feel rub it more vigorously.

The labia, which by now should be engorged with blood, can be stimulated in any of several ways. We’ve covered stroking, which works well at this stage too. I find the sensation of strumming wet labia very enjoyable. Just pretend the lips are two strings of a guitar, and run your fingers back and forth across them. If your taste runs to more direct stimulation, try squeezing them between thumb and forefinger, or even pulling and twisting them. The labia are quite durable and can stand this sort of stretching without injury.

The fourchette is the area at the bottom of the vaginal opening. It, too, is generously supplied with nerve endings. Concentrate on massaging it and you should see what I mean. For me stimulating the fourchette provides a lower and more primal sensation, just as the notes played by a bass contrast those from a violin. Remember that the perineum (the area between the fourchette and the anus) and the anal opening itself are also fun to touch, rub and (in the case of the anus) penetrate if sufficiently lubricated. (You did shower before starting, didn’t you?)

Penetration with my fingers is something I may or may not do, depending on my response to auto-stimulation of the outer parts of my pussy. But if I do it, I eventually will attempt to massage my G-spot. The G (or Grafenberg) spot is located an inch or two inside the vaginal opening, on the top. The spongy tissue here fills with blood during sexual arousal and, in most women, becomes extremely sensitive. Inserting on or more fingers to about the second knuckle and curling them in a “come here” motion is usually enough to send waves of pleasurable sensations to your brain! With practice, you should learn exactly where yours is and be able to stroke it quite competently.

Of course, you don’t have to concentrate on any one area at a time. Think of your pleasurable spots as instruments in an orchestra, which you can play in any combination to make the music that is most pleasing to you. One of the wonderful attributes of the female genitalia is that stimulation of virtually any part of it also stimulates the clitoris, since it is so sensitive and in constant, if gentle, contact with the inside of the hood. So if you pull, poke or prod other parts of your pussy, the clit will come along for the ride and send some good vibes your way! Even stimulation of the G-spot provides clitoral pleasure, since you are moving the muscles and tissues around the bone on which the clit rests.

By now I am totally into the moment. Nothing else matters. My fingers are working my pussy furiously, my mind surfing the rising tide of arousal, my eyes closed, my mouth open, my lungs heaving. My erect nipples . . . my juicy labia . . . my nubby, pink clit . . . my fingers stroking my G-spot, faster and harder, faster and harder . . .

Aaaaaaaaah!

And, my dears, what is one of the best things about masturbation? If you enjoyed what you just experienced, give yourself a rest and then experience it again! Your endurance is your only limit, and as you practice the art of pleasing yourself you’ll find even that limit will fade away.

G Spotting (October 26, 2006)

You’ll recall from yesterday’s entry that Hardin was able to push me over the edge to a strong, satisfying orgasm with his fingers, ever though he was steering our car down the highway at the same time. How did he do this? Well, I’m naturally orgasmic, but he also knows where to find my G spot.

The G spot is named after Dr. Ernst Grafenberg, who during the dark days of World War II was concentrating his research on a much more uplifting subject: female sexuality. Sex research was in its infancy then; Dr. Alfred Kinsey was still studying gall wasps, and those few scientists with any interest in the subject (all male, of course) were not sure that a woman could truly achieve an orgasm.

When the German-born Grafenberg and his co-researcher, American obstetrician and gynecologist Robert L. Dickerson, found was a “zone of erogenous feeling” that was “located along the suburethral surface of the anterior vaginal wall.” Specifically, Grafenberg described “...an erotic zone could always be demonstrated on the anterior wall of the vagina along the course of the urethra... [which] seems to be surrounded by erectile tissue like the corpora cavernosa [of the penis].... In the course of sexual stimulation, the female urethra begins to enlarge and can be easily felt. It swells out greatly at the end of orgasm. The most stimulating part is located at the posterior urethra, where it arises from the neck of the bladder.”

Exactly how the good doctor made this discovery is not clear (although I’ll bet he had a fun time with his research). Not everyone in the field, though, agrees that the G spot exists. William Masters and Virginia Johnson, researchers whose work spanned the Fifties through the Eighties, concluded that female orgasms resulted solely from stimulation of the clitoris. Other studies have validated the G spot’s existence, at least in most women.

I don’t have the sophisticated equipment I would need to prove Dr. G right or wrong. But I’ve got my own equipment, and on this girl there most definitely is a G spot, or at least an area inside my vagina that is unusually sensitive and pleasurable to the touch.

Where is it? This diagram shows its approximate location better than I could describe it. Basically, it’s inside the front of the woman’s pussy, two or three inches deep. Grafenberg theorized that females evolved with this feature because early humans, like most mammals, procreated primarily in the rear-entry position. Obviously, if the woman is bottoms-up and the man is entering her with a fairly straight erection, the head of his cock is likely to hit this area of her cunt. Having a pleasure patch there would increase the enjoyment the woman derives from the act, encouraging her to do it despite the mixed joys and sorrows of childbearing that are likely to follow.

How do you locate the G spot? Here’s what I recommend: the woman should sit down, legs spread comfortably, on a couch, chair or bed, relax and stimulate herself sexually. She, or her lover, should then insert one finger into the vagina (make sure she’s moist) and then, with the palm facing upward, curl the finger in a “come here” motion, gently massaging the front of the vaginal canal. If the woman has one, she’ll know when her probing friend finds it!

Hardin knows exactly where to find mine, and if I’m in the mood (which is to say practically always) I love it when he gives me this sort of personal attention. When he slides his fore- and middle fingers inside me, palm turned toward him, and gently strokes my insides, I just about rise off the bed (or whatever I’m sitting on) in response! Usually I feel a gush of juicy enthusiasm course through my canal, bathing his fingers in the lusty liquid. It’s such a turn-on that we rarely have an extended lovemaking session without at least one manual get-off like this.

What’s really hot, though, is being fucked by a man with a curved cock in the missionary position. Hardin’s appendage is fairly straight, like those of most men, but there are a few whose manhood curls up like a ram’s horn, and those are good to find! An early lover of mine was endowed in this way, and I simply couldn’t get enough of him, trading off between him and Hardin on an almost every-other-fuck basis (I’ll tell you more about him some other time). Because his cock was bent like a crank, he could hit my G spot with it like a guided missile. You can’t see me, but I’m smiling at the memory of the intense orgasms he gave me.

Proper grooming and hygiene are important when G spotting. Wash your hands first, please. And check your fingernails. Sharp or jagged nails do not feel good on my G spot—it’s far too sensitive. File them down to a reasonable length. Also, wait till your lady is ready. Jabbing fingers inside a cold, dry pussy won’t provide the desired response. Try massaging the labia softly with the fingertips, or some cunnilingus (always a good idea!) before attempting to insert the fingers deep inside. You’ll both be glad you did!

Oral Sex

2007-06-16T17:37:00.000-05:00

ORAL SEX

Looking Back on Fellatio (May 4, 2007)

May is fellatio month at The Sensuous Libertine! I plan to discuss a different aspect of the art of the blowjob every Friday. My first topic is where the concept of one lover taking another’s penis into his or her mouth to provide oral pleasure began.

There are a number of theories concerning the origins of fellatio, although the act of slipping the head of a cock between two hungry, wet, parted lips seems so obvious anyone would have a difficult time claiming it as an invention. The ancient Egyptians were devotees of oragenital couplings. One of their myths was that the god Osiris, after having been killed and hacked to bits by his brother, was reassembled by his sister Iris, who found every part of his dismembered body but his cock. No matter; the resourceful Isis twirled a chunk of clay into a round, cylindrical shape, attached it to the void of Osiris’s body and then began “blowing” life back into Osiris’s body by fellating him. The British Museum has depictions of this myth.

Fellatio was well-known and accepted in ancient Greece and Rome. (The word is derived from the Latin fellātus, past participle of the verb fellāre, meaning to suck.) The Greeks had classes of prostitutes, or pornai (the root of our modern term pornography), including women of all ages and young boys in their teens who orally serviced both women and men. Roman men likewise enjoyed the oral services of both sexes, although it was considered unmanly for a male over 30 to suck cock; he was expected to take an active role in the proceedings and force his penis down his partner’s throat. Indeed, the Romans even coined a new word, irrumare, for the man’s act of actively fucking the mouth with his erection, rather than remaining motionless and allowing the receptor to fellate him. (The term survives today as the rarely-used irrumation.)

Neither society attached any stigma to sexual activity with either men or women, except for the Romans’ predilection for older free males taking a dominant role in whatever sex acts they chose to perform. Similarly, ancient Chinese society had virtually no taboos against sexual activity of any kind, and depictions of fellatio are found on the pottery left by the Inca civilization of Peru.

In India, the Kama Sutra of the fourth century A.D. included a chapter on “oral congress,” or the art of pleasing another person by licking and stroking their genitals. The author, Mallanaga Vatsyayana, classified the acts of fellating by the depth to which the penis was inserted into the mouth. Nimita involved inserting the tip, or glans, of the penis. It was followed by chumbitaka (actively kissing the tip), parimrishtaka (licking and kissing the shaft), and amrachushitaka, or “the sucking of the mango fruit,” in which the entire length of the cock is sucked with the foreskin retracted. In samgara, the ultimate act, the penis is inserted down the throat as far as it can go, and stimulated by sucking and licking until the sperm is ejaculated.

What happened to this happy state of oral bliss? In Europe the rise of Christianity brought with it the concept that sex outside of marriage, or sex for the purpose of recreation, was not only contrary to the laws of God but also was a mortal sin that would consign the souls of its perpetrators to hell. The common law of England, which is followed in most of the English-speaking world, held that fellatio was a crime against nature punishable by imprisonment or death. The slightest insertion of penis into mouth could result in the conviction of both participants.

Naturally these official prohibitions did not eliminate the pleasures of fellatio; they merely forced the practice underground. In nominally Catholic France, where Paris in the 18th Century had 30,000 registered prostitutes to service a population of 600,000 (plus, we assume, sex tourists from other countries), oral sex survived and flourished as a pleasure-giving activity, so much so that for years fellatio was commonly known as “French” (just as anal sex was called “Greek” and sexual spanking “English.”). A 1910 sex manual by British homosexual Aleister Crowley (almost all copies of which were destroyed by British customs agents when they arrived on shore from France) stated that “irrumation, with either sex, is perhaps the most popular of all the sex perversions—or sex refinements?—of the West.” He listed 16 techniques of fellatio, including “the Woodpecker,” “the Oyster Supper” and “the Naughty Boy.” Many other how-to blowjob books were published in French for the local market.

As late as the 1960s “marriage manuals” (they weren’t called “sex manuals” then) published in America mostly ignored the techniques of oral sex, in deference, it is presumed, to the sodomy statutes that were on the books of most states. Police vice squads combed cities in the darkness of the night, trying to bust hookers giving their clients blowjobs or “half and half” (oral sex followed by genital sex). By the latter part of that decade, though, public opinion had begun to swing in favor of greater sexual freedom and creativity, and the first books to address fellatio openly appeared. The courts also began to accept challenges to the sodomy statutes, striking them down as interfering with the participants’ right to privacy.

But by far the most important development in the modern history of fellatio took place in January 1972, when a 23-year-old actress named Linda Boreman (screen name Linda Lovelace) performed a six-day shoot in a Miami motel of a movie script that was originally titled “The Doctor Makes a Housecall.” When the 62-minute feature, renamed Deep Throat, was released in June of that year, it caused a sensation. Audiences everywhere were transfixed by Lovelace’s character, who could not reach orgasm through vaginal sex because her clitoris was located in her throat. To sate her lust, her doctor, played by Harry Reems, stuffed his nine-inch cock between her lips, and Lovelace happily gobbled it up. Deep Throat, which cost less than $25,000 to produce, has earned an estimated $600 million to date, and it’s still in print!

Lovelace/Boreman later renounced her role in popularizing fellatio, and her life ended tragically in a 2002 auto accident. Her enthusiastic performance on film, though, galvanized society to accept the fact that fellatio is a generally harmless and pleasurable practice that should be criminalized no more. A trial court injunction against the film was overturned on appeal, and state legislatures worked up the courage to repeal their sodomy laws. Alex Comfort’s The Joy of Sex, published in 1972, included detailed guidance on oral love and pushed the once prohibited practice of fellatio further into the mainstream.

Today the act of fellatio is seen as a normal, natural and even expected expression of lust and desire between willing participants. As it should be. Blowjobs do not result in pregnancy, and the risk of spreading sexually transmitted diseases, though present, is low. They are intimate, exciting, satisfying and above all fun for everyone! If you enjoy fellatio, and find a partner you like, there’s no reason not to do it! Next week I’ll tell you how.

How to Fellate a Man (May 11, 2007)

Fellatio is one of the most creative of sexual pursuits. When I kneel before a tumescent penis, I feel like a painter facing a blank canvas or a musician about to pen notes on a pristine staff. How I arouse this beautiful organ, coaxing it into its fullest potential, and how I give sensations of pleasure to its owner, are completely up to me. There are so many techniques that could be employed, in virtually any order, that no two blowjobs can be, or should be, the same. The end result, an erect or ejaculating member with a satisfied man attached to it, is no less a work of art than any painting or sculpture in the Louvre.

The penis erects as it fills with blood. Blood engorges the penis as a result of either physical or mental stimulation—usually some of both. Physical stimulation may take many forms: touching, kissing, licking, caressing, even rubbing between the soles of the feet. Mental stimulation results from visual or aural cues. For most men the sight of a woman (or, in some cases, a man) orally stimulating a cock is extremely arousing in itself. Add to that the sounds of kisses, slurps, moans and cries from the fellator, and the man’s mental engagement in the process is almost guaranteed.

Sit next to me as I demonstrate the techniques I use to give a man an arousing and satisfying blowjob. First, let’s look at his equipment. The penis is a cylinder of flesh that serves two physiological purposes: a pathway for urine to escape the body, and a cannon for shooting semen into the uterine cavities of women. Both fluids are carried through the urethra, the passageway in the lower part (corpus spongiosum) of the organ. Atop the corpus spongiosum are two chambers called the corpora cavernosa which, when the man is sexually excited, fill with blood from his circulatory system, resulting in an erection. The penis is wrapped in a durable membrane that permits penetration. The purpose of fellatio is to induce an erection by orally stimulating the penis in a way that is pleasurable for the man.

Hanging from his body between his legs is the scrotum, a sack of flesh that contains his two testes, or “balls,” which produce the sperm needed for reproduction. The balls hang outside the body because the body is too warm for sperm production. The sperm move up a tube called the vas deferens to the prostate gland, where they are mixed with seminal fluid before being ejaculated through the penis.I enjoy beginning my blowjobs by licking, or “teabagging,” the balls. This usually gets the man’s attention, since the connections between the testes and the body are extremely sensitive. I slowly slip one ball into my mouth and suck gently on it, holding his cock out of the way with my hand, perhaps then repeating the process with the other one. When I hear my man exclaim “Oooh!” or suck in his breath uncontrollably, I know he’s enjoying the attention!

Now I move my mouth up to the base of his cock. This is the least sensitive part of the penis, and often is ignored by fellators, but I like building to a climax, so I enjoy giving it some attention. Moving slowly, I lick the crease where the penis joins his body, up one side, then back down and around the other. Slowly, oh so slowly, I will lick the shaft about halfway, up to the brownish ring that marks the point of circumcision of cut men (or to the beginning of the hood if the man is not circumcised). One or two licks around the circumference will hold his attention.

Back to his balls for a quick lick—this usually surprises him, but I like to tease! Perhaps I’ll do some more teabagging, depending on my partner’s reaction. I am very sensitive to his cues—moans, sighs, hot, sexy talk (which I love!) and the grip of his hand tightening on the back of my head—and use them to guide me to what might please him the most.

My tongue traces the bottom of his shaft back to the midway ring and past it, up to the frenulum, that sensitive spot just below the head, or glans. This gets a lot of attention—kissing, licking, massaging with the tongue. I work my tongue around and around the corona, or ridge, surrounding the glans, or head, of the cock. The glans has the most numerous sensory nerves, and by this time it should be hot and full of his blood. Here’s where I might use my teeth, scraping them on the skin of the glans or even giving him a little bite to make him go “uuuuh!”If his cock is getting hard, I’ll tease him a bit more, working back down the shaft to the base, and then up again. While I am licking I may look directly into his eyes, or close them tightly as I make slurping or groaning sounds. It is vitally important to engage the man’s mind in the act, as well as stimulate the penis with the wet, warm friction of lips and tongue, to bring him to full arousal. Now I swirl my tongue around the glans, getting every neuron to fire signals of pleasure to his brain.

Notice that I have not yet used my hands! I enjoy the challenge of bringing a man to erection without stroking him manually. Sometimes the man wants or needs to join in, and that’s fine, but I find it’s more effective to hand-job after he’s completely stiff.

As my hand encircles the shaft, I withdraw the glans from my mouth and give it little kisses and licks. I am holding his erection tightly to keep the blood from flowing out, just as you would hold a balloon at the opening to keep the air in. My other hand is not idle; it may be cradling or squeezing his scrotum (Hardin’s favorite) or reaching up to tweak his nipples (Ron likes this). The objective is to keep turning up the sensory dial, stoking the fires of his passion.

Now I have a decision to make: do I want him to fuck me, or do I want to fellate him to orgasm? That will depend on where he is (if he is pushing my head back and grabbing his cock with his hand, that’s a powerful signal he wants to fuck) and where I am (if I’m enjoying the fellatio and he is too, I’ll wait till the next go-round to be penetrated). Let’s assume we’ve mutually decided to fellate to a climax. Don’t think this doesn’t get me off! Making a man’s cock hard turns me on so much my pussy gets all wet and juicy, and I can cum from just rubbing my thighs together! If he can reach my cunt and finger it, that’s even better!

Most of you know that the term “blowjob” is a misnomer; blowing air on the penis is mildly arousing but not anywhere near as much as licking and kissing it. “Sucking cock” is a more accurate description, and now is when I begin to suck. Stroking his balls, I swallow the shaft as deeply as it will go, reveling in the wonderful sensation of my mouth completely filled with his manmeat. Now he may have both hands on the back of my head, holding his cock in my wet, warm, sensual cave as my tongue works round and round. I may move my head back and forth on the shaft, my lips tightly clenched around his member to maintain suction, or he may hold my head motionless and fuck it by moving his hips, a technique called irrumation. But I try not to drag my teeth on his skin—he’s far too sensitized to handle that!

By now he is exhorting me loudly to suck him, lick him, love him, make him cum and never stop! I’m very hot myself and may sneak a hand underneath to finger my pussy as the other one caresses his balls. My eyes are closed, my mind fixated on the sights, smells and sensations of his swollen penis filling my mouth, his sweat dribbling down his body, my juices flowing out of my vagina like a thunderstorm.

I detect the salty taste of his precum—that droplet of ejaculate that lubricates the urethra for the passage of the semen—on my tongue. The moment of climax has arrived! Usually I want to watch. I pull his cock out, clench it in my hand and begin stroking it—steadily and firmly, not jerkily and roughly, as I want to simulate the sensation of fucking my pussy. I look up to see his closed eyes and grimacing face. He’s close! He’s almost there! And suddenly the torrent of white fluid erupts from his cockhead, spraying me with hot passion and the fulfillment of yet another blowjob brought to fruition. I feel so elated at his joy!

When I am finished, I can hardly help but stop for a moment and admire the results of my work, particularly if the man is totally spent, finished, exhausted by his exertion. I am happy, excited and hopefully a bit fulfilled by the orgasms I’ve enjoyed, although I am certainly ready for more fun once he recovers. There are many ways a couple can express their lust for each other, but few can match the art and passion of a hot, fulfilling blowjob.

Fellatio Tips and Tricks (May 18, 2007)

Last week I described a typical blowjob that I might bestow on one of my male lovers. But one important point I made at the beginning of my post should be re-emphasized: fellatio is a creative art. There are many other techniques that may be incorporated in the procession of oral delights, and in this entry I will discuss a few of them.

Let’s start with handholds. The basic one is quite simple: wrap one hand around his stiffening shaft, cupping it in your fingers and holding it in place with the thumb. This works well to hold his member in place as you pleasure it. You don’t have to use this grip every time, though. Try some of these alternatives:

--The two-handed approach. Wrap both of your hands around the base of the shaft as if it were a baseball bat, holding his blood in tightly, and pleasure the tip of the head with your tongue.

--The “O-ring” grip. Use the thumb and forefinger of one hand, moving it up and down the shaft. This works best if the cock is well lubricated with your saliva or a commercial lube. Or use both hands, sliding the O-rings in opposite directions.

--The fingertip approach. Touch his cock with just the tips of your fingers. This can work wonders if your man is very sensitive.

--The frenulum massage. Holding his head steady with your four fingers, use the thumb to massage the frenulum, that sensitive area on the underside of the penis.

--The palm pilot. Rub the penis gently between your open hands as if you were working with croissant dough.

--Holding the cock with one hand, stroke the bottom with the back of the other. Most people have slightly coarser skin on the backs of their hands, and an erect phallus will notice the difference.

As you move your hands on his shaft, you can either go straight up and down or use a twisting motion, a particular favorite of sex author (and actress) Nina Hartley. I tend to gravitate more toward twisting when my man is nearing his climax. You don’t want to stretch the skin too far, as some men are rather sensitive to rough play. Trial and error with your lover will teach you the limits of his pliability.

Handwork can compliment your oral attention, or stand on its own. I like to alternate the two. Sucking cock for long periods of time can become monotonous once the initial excitement wears off, and new sensations from your hands will help keep his attention from wandering. Remember that you want to engage his mind in the act, and the best way to do that is to keep him guessing what’s going to happen next.

Incidentally, for clues as to how your man likes his cock to be held, watch him wank off to see how he does it. Most men enjoy showing off to their ladies, and by observing how he has learned to pleasure himself you can emulate his favorite techniques when it’s time to make him cum.

The hands aren’t the only tools you have to stimulate the penis, of course. You can use your feet in many of the same ways, depending on the dexterity you have developed in your toes. Foot-jobbing deserves its own Friday, but a quite arousing variant of the garden-variety blowjob involves the man with his back propped on pillows to watch his female lover rub his erection between the soles of her feet as she uses her hands, or a toy, to penetrate her own pussy.

The face is often ignored as a stimulus for the penis, but taking a cock out of your mouth and rubbing it slowly on your cheeks as you look longingly into the owner’s eyes can be quite an alluring surprise. Or allow a semi-rigid staff to rest against your nose, moving it up and down as you lick or suck his scrotum.

Some women enjoy using the butterfly kiss technique: they hold the (erect) cock by the base and flutter their eyelashes up and down the shaft. My lashes aren’t long enough for me to get much reaction from this (and it’s a lot of work), but if yours are long and your man has a sensitive member he may find this to be an enjoyable interlude. Instead of lashes, I like to tease a man’s erection with one of my feather boas, or use a single, long feather to titillate the sensitive zones underneath the penis.

You can use your lips and tongue in combination or separately, of course. Your lips may fit loosely around the head or shaft at first, allowing the tongue to slide between them and wet the skin. Once the cock is slick with your juices, you can tighten your lips and allow them to simulate the vagina, holding your tongue back to attack the head. Or you can tighten your lips as the cock moves in one direction, and loosen them when it reverses.

How far to allow his cock to penetrate your mouth is up to you. Most of the nerve endings are in the glans and frenulum, so swallowing the entire sword isn’t necessary to give him pleasure. Nonetheless, many men enjoy the visual stimulus of seeking a woman consume his entire length. In her Guide to Total Sex, Nina Hartley describes a technique she calls “snarffling.” She will take an erection “as far back into my mouth as I comfortably can, then pushing forward a half inch or so, until my gag reflex is triggered just a little bit.” Forcing her throat muscles to clamp down on the cockhead “is dramatic and exciting,” she reports, and well worth the momentary discomfort of this involuntary reaction of her body.

Most fellatio takes place with the fellator kneeling in front of a standing or sitting man, or lying beside him on a bed. The upside-down position, though, is worth an experiment, particularly if the man likes to irrumate, or fuck, the mouth. In this position the woman lies on her back, usually on a bed or sofa, with her head hanging upside down. The lucky man approaches her and slides his erection between her lips. The fellator’s tongue is in position to lick the top of the glans and shaft comfortably, which is novelty enough to arouse some men. Unfortunately, the frenulum is usually ignored in this position, unless the fellator has a very wet upper lip or takes a chance by dragging the upper teeth along it.

I’ll leave you with a fascinating alternative from Oragenitalism: Oral Techniques in Genital Excitation by Gershon Legman. He calls it Grien’s Method after the author who first reported it in the 1940s, although Grien himself named the position The Flying Fuck.

For this you will need a chair that rocks—a classic rocking chair is good, a padded recliner is better—and a bar strong enough to hold the man’s weight. The fellator sits on the chair, face forward. The man stands on the chair, feet on the padded armrests if a recliner is used, and steadies himself on the bar over his head with his hands.

The fellator does not move. The man’s feet rock the chair back and forth, causing his cock to slide between the fellator’s lips and create the friction that sustains the erection. The fellator may slip a finger up the man’s asshole with one hand, or reach around and slap his ass with the other, to enhance his sensory experience. When the man gets close to cumming, he lifts his feet off the chair, hanging from the bar, and squeezes his legs around the fellator’s head. “In this way,” wrote Legman, “with his entire weight pulling on his flexed arms, and his knees drawn up at both sides of the woman’s head, there is created the most powerful possible physical tension of the man’s whole body,” leading to a uniquely satisfying orgasm.

Perhaps you don’t have a combination gymnasium and furniture store at your disposal, but you still have an arsenal of techniques to ensure that every blowjob is distinctive and memorable for your man. Remember that good sex involves the mind working in concert with the body, and the mind loves variety, mystery and suspense. Make every oral sex session unique, and revel in the excitement that the tension and teasing creates for both partners.

The Ultimate Blowjob (May 25, 2007)

What could be the ultimate reward for the man who enjoys oral sex? It’s obvious, isn’t it? Having two attractive and eager women fellate him at the same time!

“Right, Cherrie,” you’re probably thinking in a sarcastic vein. For most of us, it’s difficult enough to find one person with whom to develop a trusting and comfortable sexual relationship. Where can one find two such people? Or if you already have a stable bond with one person, won’t introducing another one result in hurt feelings, jealousy and perhaps the loss of both as lovers?Yes, it is not easy to find three people who are attracted enough to each other, and comfortable enough with each other, to engage in acts of love with each other.

And helping you navigate through the rocky shoals of soliciting multiple lovers is not what I’m planning to do tonight. Instead, I’ll simply fall back on one of Hardin’s favorite sayings: “You can’t plan sex, but you can plan opportunities for sex.” In other words, if you want to test the threesome waters, get out and spend time with people you find attractive. Overcome your shyness and go to movies, plays, restaurants or bookstores. Join groups with common interests. And don’t overlook blogs and social networking sites on the Internet. You may not find any opportunities for love even if you do, but your odds for success are certainly better than when you stay at home and do nothing.

So let’s assume you are a man, you’re with two women who have become your friends, you’ve enjoyed a fabulously entertaining evening with them, and you invite them to continue the festivities in your home—or accepted their invitation to join them at one of their places. How do you get from there to oral sex?

It’s just like getting to yes with a single woman—but far more complicated. With two women, you are dealing with two menstrual cycles that may be completely different. You are dealing with two egos, each of which may have a problem allowing another woman to touch the same man. You don’t know in advance whether either of them would find the situation too weird to want to be a part of it.

So don’t push, or even suggest, what’s on your agenda. Let them make all the progress. Be pleasant, constructive, supportive. Let them talk to each other, and to you, about whatever is on their minds. Praise them and tell them they are beautiful, and how much you appreciate their company. And wait for their horniness to build and take control of their consciousness.

Let’s say one of them notices the bulge growing in your jeans and gives the other one a sly smile. Let’s say the second one returns the smile to you, steps over to your chair, sits delicately on your thigh and strokes your denim-covered dong, motioning the first one to join. Let’s say the first one’s lips meet yours as you extend your arm around the other’s shoulders . . .

You’re in, baby! Now for the positions . . .

Once the man’s cock is out for the women to enjoy, he can sit, stand, kneel or lie on a bed or couch. I like the man standing or kneeling—access to the good stuff is easier since his legs are more or less out of the way. Remember, two heads and bodies are going to be competing for space, and it’s going to get a little crowded.

Women can be just as creative when double-teaming a man as they can be in one-on-one fellatio, but they need to coordinate their moves. This can be done many ways. A good starter is for one woman to kiss the man on the mouth as the other one strokes and delicately licks his cock. Then, as the first one kneels to partake, the second one rises and shares the taste of his foreskin with another kiss. I guarantee that cock of his will be as stiff as stone!

When both women are on their knees, one can “teabag” the man by taking one or both balls in her mouth, sucking gently, while the other fellates his shaft. A kinky variation is for each woman to suck on a testicle and grasp the cock at the same time. Don’t be rough, though—the balls are very delicate and twisting or stretching them too far can be very painful. Stroke the cock and suck softly as you feel his fingers curl around the back of your head, a soft moan escaping his lips . . .

The “tradeoff” is fun for a man to watch. One woman can take his cock deep in her mouth while the other licks around the base of the shaft. Then the first woman can pull it out of her mouth and, holding it in her hand, offer it to the other one like a lollipop. Watching the second woman devour his cock after contemplating its throbbing, saliva-slicked profile for a moment will drive him into an even greater frenzy.

You’ve seen the scenes in adult films where two women simultaneously lick either side of a hard cock from the base to the tip, and then their tongues meet and they engage in a long, lingering kiss with the man’s purple majesty bobbing in the foreground. You don’t have to do this, ladies. But your man will appreciate it if you do!

Having a bottle of lube around broadens the possibilities even further. After a few minutes of feverish stimulation by two mouths and tongues, your man will be in no position to resist anal penetration. Wear a latex glove if you like (he might find the sight of you putting it on rather arousing), then lube up a digit or two and slide them slowly up his asshole, stroking forward to massage his prostate. But beware—he may not be able to hold back his ejaculation once you find the right spot!

As with all blowjobs, you ladies will have to decide if you want to end it right there or proceed into the bedroom for threesome sex. Even if the man normally has a difficult time reaching orgasm when fellated solo, I think he’ll be severely challenged to hold back in the face of this sort of intense visual and tactile stimulation. So if either of you wants to get laid, you can’t take this too far or he’ll have nothing left to give. It’s challenging to gauge the man’s stamina the first time around. I admit to being somewhat frustrated in the past when, after blowing the man to a rip-roaring climax, my lady partner and I were left with a limp cock when we wanted to be filled. But at least we were able to attend to each other . . .

Threesomes are not for everyone, and I would guess even most people who would like to participate in them never will because they are unable to find willing partners. But if you are open and accessible, who knows what might happen? I’ve enjoyed several FFM encounters like this, and other Blogland ladies have told about theirs too, so it can happen to you. Just keep trying, and perhaps someday the ultimate blowjob will be yours to enjoy as well.

But Is It Safe? (May 28, 2007)

After presenting four weeks of Friday Positions entries encouraging readers to partake of the joys of fellatio, I would be remiss if I failed to address the question of whether diseases can be transmitted through oral sex.

The answer to that question is yes. There is a risk that diseases associated with sex can be transmitted both ways by fellatio—from the male being sucked to the fellator and vice versa. But a survey of studies available on the Internet indicates the risk is low, and it can be minimized by modifying one’s technique.

Most of the studies involve the human immunodeficiency virus, or HIV, which is responsible for acquired immune deficiency syndrome, or AIDS. Once introduced into the bloodstream, the HIV virus invades cells that are responsible for fighting viral attacks, and it begins to reproduce and mutate. Eventually, the infection-fighting cells are destroyed, leaving the host vulnerable to death from many communicable diseases, such as pneumonia and chicken pox. AIDS can be controlled through the use of high doses of antiviral drugs, but there is no vaccine to prevent people from contracting the syndrome, and no cure for those who are unfortunate enough to get it. In January 2006 the Joint United Nations Programme on HIV/AIDS and the World Health Organization estimated that 0.6% of the world population was infected with HIV or had AIDS, and 25 million others had died from the disease since 1981.

Sexually active people in developed countries usually are aware of the risk of transmitting HIV through vaginal or anal sex. In general, HIV is transmitted through blood-to-blood contact, via sex, sharing of needles or from mother to unborn child through the shared bloodstream. Because small amounts of blood can be present in seminal fluid, and raw spots or sores can appear in or on the vagina, anus or penis, a person carrying HIV can spread it through sex. The use of condoms is an effective way for a male to sequester his bodily fluids and prevent them from entering the bloodstream of his partner. It has become customary for males to put them on, and for women to insist on their use, in casual sexual encounters.

But what about fellatio? The studies agree that the possibility of transmitting HIV via oral sex is low, and perhaps not significantly above zero. Most of the studies involve the gay community, and their findings vary. A 2004 study found that 2.6% of HIV-infected “men who have sex with men” in Great Britain probably contracted it through fellatio. This contrasts with a 2001 study of Australian gays which found no measurable risk of transmitting HIV through oral sex. In 2002, a study of over 10,000 gay men in San Francisco identified 239 subjects who reported having unprotected oral sex exclusively, and not one of them was HIV-positive.

One of the few studies involving disease transmission in heterosexual relationships took place in Spain that same year. The report identified 135 male-female couples including one HIV-infected and one HIV-negative person. During the ten-year study period, these couples used condoms for vaginal and anal sex, but engaged in over 10,000 blowjobs without protection. Not one of the HIV-negative subjects was infected with HIV during this period.

The evidence, as even the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention admit, suggests that “the risk [of HIV transmission through oral sex] is less than that of unprotected anal or vaginal sex.” Clearly, that risk is not enough to keep most people from putting bare naked cocks in their mouths. The studies indicate that only five percent or fewer couples, gay and straight, use condoms during fellatio, perhaps because they think unprotected fellatio is safe, perhaps because physical intimacy is a key ingredient of the act. According to erotic author Erica Jong, “you might as well not be doing it if you're not tasting skin.”

If you want to reduce those low odds of infection even further without resorting to a latex sheath, here are a few suggestions:

--Don’t eat a cock with obvious lesions, scabs or sores, since these can be pathways into or out of the bloodstream.

--Avoid oral sex with people who have sores inside their mouths, bleeding gums or gingivitis. Even a person who has just flossed and caused his or her gums to bleed a little in the process can be a heightened risk.

--Genital piercings increase the risk of infection, because the wound they create can become irritated during sex and reopen. Be very gentle if you are eating a man with one or more.

--Refrain from deep-throating. Some researchers have found that cells HIV is believed to attack during transmission, known as CD4+Langerhans cells, generally are not found near the surface of oral tissues, but are more abundant in the throat. Also, the cells that line the mouth have special proteins called biodefensins that inhibit viruses from invading. Remember that the evolutionary function of the tonsils is to trap incoming pathogens such as HIV. If you rub an infected cock on them, or spray semen containing HIV over them, the tonsils likely will pick the virus up.

--Don’t ejaculate into the mouth. Both the lubricating shot of fluid known as “pre-cum” and the semen itself can contain HIV, but the latter is a far greater risk since the volume is so much greater. If the man cums in the mouth by mistake or surprise, just spit out the cum.--Rinse out the mouth with a strong mouthwash, or even water, post-fellatio to remove any lingering fluid.

Following these suggestions will make the low risk of infection through fellatio even lower, and increase your pleasure by giving you one less thing to worry about. Remember that other pathogens, including human papilloma virus (HPV), which can cause throat cancer, can be transmitted in the same way as HIV, and taking reasonable precautions will reduce the risk of spreading those diseases as well.

As for those who love to perform oral sex on ladies—which I hope includes the vast majority of you —the research indicates “there is no recorded case of a woman catching HIV by having her vagina licked.” I consider that to be very good news!

Teabagging (December 1, 2006)

"I bet you can't do it."

"I bet I can!"

"Oh, yeah? Well, let's go, Cherrie!"

"What do I get if I win?" I asked Hardin.

Win what, you might ask. Well, after we've consumed a pizza and a bottle of wine, and then each other for a while, and had some cock-in-pussy sex, sometimes we get a little silly. Not Strip Twister silly (we're already stripped), not stupid bar games silly, but sex silly? Yes!

Recently we were lying in bed when the question of Hardin coming during oral sex came up. You might know if you have been reading this blog for a while that Hardin rarely climaxes through oral stimulation. He grunts and groans, smiles and moans, strokes my hair and does all the right things to turn me on during a blowjob, except spurt cum. He says he prefers to save his seed for vaginal sex.

In a way, I don't blame him. I'm sure he doesn't want to miss out on the pleasure of fucking, and I certainly enjoy watching him work his creamy wad through his length. But I occasionally have the urge to get him off orally, and this was one of those nights. The bet was that I could do it without using my pussy. He bet I couldn't. Fortunately, I had formed a strategy in my mind.

I reached into the toy drawer and pulled out the blue anal vibrator and a tube of lube as he reclined on his pillows, arms folded expectantly behind his head. He was surprised when I squeezed some slippery gel onto my palms, and began to work it into his flaccid cock. "What are you doing?" he asked with arched eyebrows. "Wouldn't you like to know," I smiled. After getting his cock all slicked up and half erect, I took another dollop of lube and deposited it around his asshole, tickling his perineum.

What I had in mind was teabagging Hardin to an orgasm. "Teabagging" has become mainstream enough to gain its own entry in Wikipedia: "Teabagging is a term for the act of a man placing his genitals, specifically the scrotum in the mouth of another person. The practice vaguely resembles dipping a teabag into a cup of tea." There are other definitions, such as this one from rotten.com: "a variation of oral sex wherein the receiver reclines with his head tilted back over the edge of a bed. A penis is inserted into his mouth, and testicles bounce across his forehead with each thrust." This explanation obviously has reference to man-man sex; the first was more what I intended to do, of course.

Grasping Hardin's cock with one greasy hand, I extended my tongue to lick his smoothly shaved ballsack. He stiffened slightly at my assault, and exhaled. I stroked his dick rhythmically as I licked his scrotum, eventually fitting one testicle entirely between my lips.Now came the fun! Using the "O" technique on his cock (forming the thumb and forefinger into a circle), I clasped his hardening member in one hand and reached for the vibrator with the other. "Pull up your legs," I commanded, and he was in no position to resist. His heels resting on my back, I began to work the vibrator around his asshole, turning it on as it rested in his crack.Time to go to work! Thrusting the vibe into him with one hand, jerking him off with the other, I started to suck hard on his ball, then released it, licked his sack and went after the other one. From previous experience I knew how sensitive he was down there, and the attention was getting to him.

"You fucking bitch!" he hissed.

"Shut up!" I replied as I released him momentarily. "We made a bet, remember?"

His cock was now stiff in my hand, the excess lube oozing through my fingers as I jerked him off. "Fuck!" he shouted in response to a fierce thrust up his ass. "Cum for me, you son of a bitch!" I exhorted him. "Aaah . . . aaaah!" he yelled. No mercy, I thought as I sucked merrily away, knowing the pain from the suction as competing with the pleasure of manipulation, and penetration, in his mind. Which would prevail?

Suddenly, with a long, low moan, he stiffened his body and his cock began to spasm. I knew it! Satisfied, I released him from my lips, dropped the vibrator and two-handed him until a fat blob of semen shot from his tip.

I won!

He looked like he had died. "What the fuck?" he growled as he recovered from the experience. "That's not fair. I thought you were going to blow me. But that? No one could handle that!"

"I didn't think so, smartass. Now pay up!"

"What do you want?" he asked meekly.

I smiled and kissed his lips. "I'm sure I'll think of something!" I replied.

The Elusive “P” (August 24, 2006)

This summer I was privileged to see Cirque du Soleil’s Corteo with my older daughter, an inveterate fan. Cirque du Soleil, for those not familiar with it, is a Quebec-based troupe that produces what is loosely classified as a circus, but in reality is a mixture of athleticism, ballet, contortions and mime performed by actors with perfectly slim, muscular bodies, all set to beautiful music. The effect is mesmerizing.

The other night, my sweet blog-friend Simplicity pointed me in the direction of the Museu de l’ Erotica, the sex museum of Barcelona. Roaming through its virtual tour, I found an Oriental woodcut so bizarre, so arresting, that it reminded me of my experience at Corteo. I just had to reproduce it here. If those incredibly fit performers from Cirque were to strip off their costumes and engage in some horny, sweaty sex, they might just try this standing 69 position, which I would call the Elusive P.

I mean, look at this. The man, standing erect, has his face between the woman’s legs, his tongue presumably buried in her pussy. The woman’s thighs rest on the man’s shoulders, her ass suspended in mid-air. Her back is unbelievably bent in a semicircle, her breasts jutting unfettered into space. With a look of complete contentment in her eyes, she is sucking on his hard cock. The two bodies form the shape of the letter “P”, hence my name.

The museum describes this depiction as one of “the different positions found in the Hindi erotic art exhibited belong[ing] to the ancient erotic treatises of Kama Sutra and Ananga Ranga. The carvings shown belong to the Rajasthan, Orissa and Deccan regions.”

I have never done this position myself. I have never seen anyone else do this. I’ve watched many an adult film over the past 25-plus years, and I’ve never seen performers in those do it. I’ve thumbed through my sex manuals. No illustrations of this position. Not even my translation of the Kama Sutra, the most inscrutable of sex books and one that emphasizes standing positions, mentions it. (I suppose that means it’s in the Ananga Ranga, which I don’t have.)

Has anyone done this, or seen others do it? Are there men out there who could support a woman in this fashion? Are there women so lithe, so supple that they could literally bend over backwards to suck off their men while being eaten right-side-up? If so, how do they get into that position? I would certainly like to know! Education is our goal on Fridays!

If you’re hot to try a standing 69 but you’ve never done it, the conventional position probably will be more suitable. In this position, the woman is vertical and completely upside-down. Her thighs rest on the man’s shoulders, and she spreads her legs to give him oral access to her cunt. Hanging down, facing him, she hungrily sucks on his dong, her arms around his ass.

No, I’ve never done this one either. I’m not a small woman, and I’m concerned enough about Hardin’s welfare that I worry about him hurting himself when he lifts me off the ground and fucks me in a standing position (something I enjoy, but primarily as a novelty). My other male lovers aren’t the right size or shape (or in good enough shape) for this, and I’ve never had the incredibly hunky, 240-pound quarterback strong enough to lift me, spin me and tangle up with me clinging to him like a monkey to a tree.

Hardin, by contrast, has done the standing 69 with Sasha and (he says) a few other women—all small ones--in years gone by. Compared to me, Sasha was a waif of a girl, about 5’4” in height and maybe 125 lbs. (hope I’m not overestimating, former neighbor!). How do you get into this position? I saw Hardin and Sasha do it a couple of times. Hardin would lie with his back on the bed and his feet on the floor. Sasha would position herself in the classic lying 69 position. Hardin would sit up on the bed, tipping Sasha upside-down, her legs around his neck. Then he would grasp her body, sometimes on her sides, sometimes her shoulders, and slowly stand up.

He did standing 69s mainly just to say he had done them. According to him, standing is not as satisfying as a lying-down 69, since there’s so much he has to concentrate on, like maintaining his balance. Even if he starts out the process with a stiff hard-on, his erection is often going limp by the time he has the woman in mid-air due to these distractions. His satisfaction depends on her ability to arouse him orally while upside down. As I’ve related, Sasha scored in the higher percentiles of blowjob proficiency, and she seemed to be turned on by the rush of blood to her head, hanging there with my man’s penis growing in her throat.

From my vantage point, the two of them eventually seemed to lose themselves in the moment, and watching and hearing Sasha’s screams of delight, muffled by Hardin’s cock, as she came was quite erotic for this finger-stroking observer. As he reversed the process to let her down on the bed, gently, softly, I would join in licking his swollen member, feeling his chest, heaving from the exertion, rock the mattress. Color draining from her dark cheeks, Sasha might give me a knowing wink, a sign that this exotic embrace was as memorable for her to experience as it was for me to watch.

What if I had asked Sasha to attempt the elusive P? Would she have tried it? She was in pretty good condition, physically. But that’s a question I’ll probably never be able to answer.

Cunnilingus (by him) (January 11, 2007)

This week, I'm turning the Friday Positions post over to Hardin to describe his favorite techniques for oral sex. Next Friday, I'll give you my comments on what he wrote from a woman's perspective.

I absolutely love to perform cunnilingus. It’s an incredibly erotic feeling to bring a woman to orgasm through the use of fingers, lips and tongue.

Although I love genital sex just as much, I find oral sex to be a more mentally challenging exercise. The purpose, after all, is to please her. As a man, you have the tools at your command. You don’t need to concentrate on holding an erection. It’s up to you to read her cues, act on them and give her what she wants.

To perform successfully, you need to make sure your lover is relaxed and open to intimate contact. It’s best when she is lying down in a comfortable resting place. A bed, a couch, a soft carpet or even dry grass in the summertime is fine. She also needs to be warm. Women tend to be more sensitive to temperature than men. If she is warm, she is more likely to open, like the petals of a flower in the sun.

You need to make her feel comfortable emotionally as well. Compliments on how beautiful she looks, how you like her hair, and how you enjoy the look of her skin go a long way. So do loving strokes of her arms, her neck and her face. You want her to feel good about herself, and good about making herself available to you.

It’s best if she is nude, or at least bottomless. I have eaten women with panties on, and sometimes that’s arousingn, but usually the fabric just gets in the way and binds her uncomfortably. Stroke her legs with your hands. Run your fingertips gently along the elastic of the panties. If she wants you to go farther, she will remove them . . . or allow you to do it.

Especially if she is new to you, take your time. Stroke her thighs. The thighs are one of the least recognized erogenous zones. I have never met a woman who did not respond to a soft, gentle touch along the insides of her thighs. As she warms up, lick them, higher and higher, until you reach the crease between leg and torso. This is the outer boundary of her sexual realm. Pause to give it some attention, and then move on.

Now let’s take a look at the anatomy of the vagina. Your initial targets are the labia, also known as the pussy lips. These are soft, fleshy and sensitive to the touch. Start by running your fingers along them. I like to move up and down each of the labia minora in turn, all the while complimenting her on how lovely they are. Another technique is to move your fingers horizontally across them. This is surprisingly arousing to many women. Don’t neglect the perineum, the area between her pussy and her asshole. A brush or two with the fingertips is a welcome variation.

At this point her labia minora may be open or closed. If they are still stuck together, it’s a sign that she hasn’t started to lubricate yet. Lick the slit between them to see if the added moisture from your tongue will open them for your further advances. If you find you need to use fingers to open them, do it gently, and lick them first for a bit of lubrication.

With her lips open, retrace your fingers’ steps with the tip of your tongue. Run your tongue along the outside of each lip, then work it inside. Here is where you need to be sensitive to the desires of your partner. She will be giving you cues, through her vaginal lubrication, her moans and sighs, and maybe even some verbal direction (“Yes! A little lower! That’s it!”). Follow them! The purpose of this activity is to please her. Give her what she wants!

Fun variations at this stage include taking one of her lips gently between your lips or teeth and massaging it orally, then moving over to the other one; tracing designs across her labia with your tongue (a favorite is to spell out her name, saying each letter as you “write” it on her); and inserting your tongue between the labia and into her vaginal opening. Again, don’t neglect the perineum; women don’t expect to be kissed there, and usually are very turned on when they are.

When your lover is ready for the coda of this performance, she should be fully lubricated—some women will be drenching your face in juice by now—and bucking, moaning, cooing and calling out your name. It’s time to stimulate her clitoris. I prefer to leave this part of her anatomy to the end, since it is her most sensitive feature—so sensitive, in fact, that manual stimulation before it is wet and extended may be painful.

Work your tongue around the clitoral hood until you can see the clit’s pink head emerge. Then touch it—just touch it—with your tongue, going back to either side of the hood. You want to tease her a bit, give her a taste but not fulfill her needs just yet. A bit of deprivation will make the actual orgasm that much more intense!

She may cry out and arch her back in orgasm, but don’t stop there. She probably craves more. Slide a finger—just one—into her as you resume licking her clit. If you are quite dexterous, you may be able to slip the hood between two fingers on the other hand and pinch it just a bit to squeeze the clit out a bit further, licking it all the time. This almost always causes the woman to scream with pleasure.

Now it is a question of how much more she can take. If she is thrusting her body against your inserted finger, slide in another one. Most women find two fingers comfortably filling, although there are some that like three, four or even the entire fist. If this woman is new to you, you will need to experiment to find her limits. Don’t stop licking the clit while you do this, and withdraw immediately if she tells you her opening has been stretched too far. You don’t want to ruin the mood.

Will she end the session with a massive orgasm, her fingernails digging into your scalp, her legs flailing wildly? Will she scream to be filled with your cock, which by now should be hard as stone? Either way, you should be pleased. You have used your hands and mouth—and your mind—to give this woman enormous pleasure. And there can be no greater accomplishment.

Cunnilingus (by her) (January 18, 2007)

Last week I asked Hardin to give you his tips on performing cunnilingus—and he was quite eager to do it! This is an activity we both find almost insanely pleasurable while at the same time serving as a tender expression of our love, as he desires to please me almost as much, or maybe even more, than I desire to be pleased by him. This week, I’ll give you my views on this basic, but oh-so-delicious, form of foreplay.

For me, cleanliness is a prerequisite. I don’t want a lover going down on me unless I first rid myself of the nasty odors and tastes that are the residue of the other things that go on down there. A quick shower, whether before my lover arrives or after he/she enters my boudoir, eliminates any self-consciousness in that regard. Soaping up each other’s bodies and kissing under the warm stream of the showerhead is also a fun way to break down any barriers of shyness or reluctance that may interfere with the lovemaking to come.

Another prerequisite for men is a close shave, unless you maintain a mustache and/or beard of some length. Well-maintained and clean facial hair tends to be soft, and feeling it between my legs can be a turn-on. Stubble, though, is rough and uncomfortable. The sweet sensations of lips and tongue on my genitals are easily overshadowed by the rasp of this facial sandpaper between my thighs. Don’t ruin the moment this way!

An ugly little secret is that food residue in the mouth of the giver can end up in the pussy of the receiver. The result can be a yeast infection, which is uncomfortable for the woman and no fun for her lover, who may well be deprived of sex while the woman recuperates. Brush your teeth and use a strong mouthwash before you begin.

To perform successfully, you need to make sure your lover is relaxed and open to intimate contact. It’s best when she is lying down in a comfortable resting place . . .

I absolutely agree with the first part of Hardin’s observation. A tense, nervous lover isn’t much of a lover at all. But the reclining position, though obvious and natural, isn’t the only one that will work. There are three other basic positions for cunnilingus (disregarding mutual oral sex, or “69”, which I have written about and will continue to cover separately): the receiving woman may kneel, sit/squat or stand, with the giver underneath her. When kneeling, the receiving woman may point her body in either direction (toward or away from the giver’s feet); the other positions work best when the giver is facing the receiver. Don’t misunderstand; I love the lying-down posture, but kneeling makes my labia and clitoris positively sing with the increased blood flow that results. Experiment with all of the positions to see if you can find a new favorite!

You need to make her feel comfortable emotionally as well. Compliments on how beautiful she looks, how you like her hair, and how you enjoy the look of her skin go a long way. How true! Cunnilingus is an intimate, loving act. Make sure your words and actions together convey the message that the receiving woman is loved and desired. They will help her open up to your advances like a flower in the morning sun.

Especially if she is new to you, take your time. Stroke her thighs. The thighs are one of the least recognized erogenous zones. I have never met a woman who did not respond to a soft, gentle touch along the insides of her thighs. Certainly not me! Stroking my thighs certainly gets me in the mood for a frontal assault on my domain of pleasure. If I’m in one of the woman-on-top stances, running your hands over my ass as you kiss your way toward my vagina is another excellent technique for ramping up my voltage.

Start by running your fingers along them. I like to move up and down each of the labia minora in turn, all the while complimenting her on how lovely they are. Another technique is to move your fingers horizontally across them. This is surprisingly arousing to many women.

This is where cunnilingus begins. If you have done a proper job of arousing my desire, the blood is flowing into my genitals, and my labia are becoming swollen and sensitive. Feeling my lover’s hands touching them, stroking them, teasing them stokes the fires of my passion, and encourages the flow of my natural lubricant from deep inside. You will know when you are truly pleasuring me when your fingers notice the wetness inside me.

With her lips open, retrace your fingers’ steps with the tip of your tongue. Run your tongue along the outside of each lip, then work it inside. Here is where you need to be sensitive to the desires of your partner. She will be giving you cues, through her vaginal lubrication, her moans and sighs, and maybe even some verbal direction (“Yes! A little lower! That’s it!”). Follow them!

What separates great lovers from all others is their ability to decipher, and act on, the clues a woman provides about what she wants the lover to do. Don’t expect her to spell it out in plain English! She should be well into the moment by now. Your job is to read her moans, sighs and growls—and any sound or movement she makes that indicates she is getting out of the comfort zone you are helping to create. And to react to it by giving her more of what she wants. This could be accelerating the pace, stopping to enjoy the moment and then going in a different direction.

Labia, unlike the clitoris, generally enjoy a reasonable degree of abuse. Once the receiving woman is into the sex, she probably will like more aggressive mouth play—I know I do! Don’t be afraid to suck a lip into your mouth, massage it with your lips and perhaps drag it between your teeth before going on to the next one. Tongue-flicking and tongue-fucking is fun, but your woman probably would crave an all-out sucking of the lips to send her over the edge.

It’s time to stimulate her clitoris. I prefer to leave this part of her anatomy to the end, since it is her most sensitive feature—so sensitive, in fact, that manual stimulation before it is wet and extended may be painful.

Women vary, and no more so than in the sensitivity of the clitoris. I enjoy a fair degree of manipulation, both in oral and vaginal sex. I can easily reach orgasm though the skillful handling of my clit. Other women find it just too sensitive for even a bit of licking; for these women, leaving the clitoris inside the clitoral hood as you lick, kiss and fondle it is likely the best approach. Be sensitive to your woman’s individual desires and your cunnilingus technique will do wonders to establish your reputation as a skillful lover.

Slide a finger—just one—into her as you resume licking her clit. If you are quite dexterous, you may be able to slip the hood between two fingers on the other hand and pinch it just a bit to squeeze the clit out a bit further, licking it all the time.

Don’t make the mistake some givers do of abruptly thrusting several fingers into your woman’s pussy until she signals that she is ready for that kind of penetration. One is quite enough to start. Explore all of her angles, stretching and relaxing the muscles of her vagina as you continue to stimulate her with lips, tongue and teeth. Her cries and moans will tell you what she likes, and whether to keep going or to stay. The best pussy eaters can play my sensations and emotions like violins, building me up to a near-climax, then easing up a bit to tease me, and then bringing me back to the brink with a well-timed bite or the insertion of a second finger. If your lady enjoys having two or more fingers inside, try spreading them out, then squeezing them back together rhythmically. It’s a delicious sensation a cock just can’t duplicate!

Cunnilingus is a gift that enriches both the giver and the receiver. Done well, it can satisfy a woman’s most primal needs, or set the stage for awesome sex to follow. If you are the giver, just take your time, follow her cues and be creative. If you are the receiver, you are one lucky person! Relax and enjoy!

The Lawn Chair (April 6, 2007)

I owe this idea to a new blogfriend, Miss S. She’s a Russian emigrant to America with a lovely body and a torrent of hot sexual and exhibitionist tales. And a few good suggestions on positions!She calls this position the “lawn chair,” and here’s how she describes it:

We have a special position, I really like. The name is lawn chair as well. He bends his knees, the heels are on the lawn chair. I lie down with my back on his body, this way, that he can lick my ass and put his fingers in my pussy. That’s a comfortable position for me, I can rub my clitoris and his tongue drives me crazy. In the meantime he is hard, thanks to the nap as well. Most the time I have now my first enchanting orgasm.

So, the person on the bottom lies on his/her back and elevates his/her legs. This can be done by placing the feet on a chair or sofa, or by raising the knees with the feet flat on the ground. The person on top sits on the bottom person’s stomach, placing the feet on the ground on either side of his/her body, and leans back on the bottom person’s thighs. He/she then scoots her rear up the bottom person’s torso to whatever point the bottom person can comfortably perform cunnilingus, anilingus or fellatio. And so the bottom person becomes a human lawn chair, supporting the top person’s body as the couple enjoys oral sex.

Hardin and I tried the lawn chair overnight and we were quite impressed! We used the mattress variant, with his knees in the air and feet on the ground. I must admit I was dubious about whether I would be comfortable with my back resting on Hardin’s thighs and knees, but he provided me with plenty of support. And I loved the feeling of his smooth skin warming my backside as I relaxed in his “chair.”

The pussy eating was almost a bonus. Hardin loves cunnilingus, and he says the sight of my bare cunt served up on the silver platter of his chest was extremely arousing! He raised his head off the mattress and licked my labia with relish, occasionally flicking his tongue across my clitoris. So delicious!

I arched my back, with my shoulder blades resting on his thighs, tipped back my head and closed my eyes. I concentrated on the sensations of his tongue on, all over and suddenly in my pussy, licking and sucking. In my increasingly trance-like state, I envisioned myself in a beautiful spring garden on a warm, sunny day, surrounded by blooming flowers of every description. And I was the biggest and most fragrant pink flower in the garden. And my sweet pollen was being sucked from me by this busy, horny bee that couldn’t get enough of it! Keep licking, keep sucking, make my juices flow even hotter and tastier . . . aaaaaaaah!

There is one refinement we plan to include the next time we enjoy this position. Hardin had to prop up his body with his arms in order to get in position to eat me. He says a stiff pillow to hold up his neck would make it more comfortable for him to go a long time. It might also free his hands to touch and caress me while he eats. The thought of having my breasts and nipples rubbed while receiving his oral attention makes me lick my lips in anticipation!

Miss S. likes to transition from the lawn chair to sex in the woman on top position, impaling herself on her man’s cock when she feels the urge to be penetrated. Here is her description:

After a few seconds relax I turn around blow his dick a little bit and than I pull my pussy over his dick. I jump up and down, he has a relaxed position and can be concentrated to keep his dick hard. In the middle, that means before he is really ready I stand up and pull now my ass over his dick. In this position I can play with my clitoris again while he has a perfect view. It takes not long and he is coming . . .

We didn’t try that because I was enjoying the cunnilingus too much (and because Hardin had already fucked me twice and was not up to it at that point), but I can see where that could be a stunning coda to the performance, especially with my feet on the ground instead of kneeling on my knees. Squatting on a hard cock with all my weight often gives me an extra-strong orgasm!

Thanks for the concept, Miss S.! I encourage you readers to visit her site at missmonologues.blogspot.com if you enjoy looking at an attractive woman exposing herself in all sorts of places and enjoying sex with her man. And if you’ve read this far, I know you do!

Miss S. adds:

I wrote this, but I know my English is not perfect. Of course we use a pillow, otherwise my husband would get a stiff neck. The position is extremly comfortable. IN OUR CASE! The reason is that my weight is only 50 kg (110 british pund says my calculator)and my husband is a stabil man. That's nothing for him on his breast. My mainweight is splitted between the weight on his breast and my weight on his laps. With a heavey lady and a small husband or partner it would be difficult.

And of cource anilingus (ass licking) is an important part of the game. That's the most intimate thing you can do. I am addicted to it.

All I can say is, that this is our favorite position over years now. And it is a good position for an overtired man, when he has problems to fuck in a traditional way. Cheers!

The 70 (May 5, 2006)

Back in the Sixties and Seventies, everyone did the 69. The head-over-genitals embrace was a staple of the new genre of explicit adult film, with hirsute actors happily lapping up each other’s secretions as they rolled around the studio bed. We non-actors followed suit, doing it on the couch, on the floor, in the back seat of the car. It was casual, fun, not likely to lead to disease or pregnancy, and oh, so sexy to tongue your partner as he/she orally stimulated you.

Somewhere along the way, though, the 69 fell out of favor. You rarely see it in cinema anymore, and my sense is that relatively few of us are doing it in real life either. The writers still pack movie scripts with oral sex, but it’s almost always one player pleasuring the other as the latter alternately watches and closes his/her eyes in relaxed bliss. I’m not sure why the film makers ignore the 69, but my guess is it’s that the position doesn’t photograph well. No matter how it is filmed, the actors’ backs and the tops of their heads—not on most viewers’ short list of erogenous zones--are most prominent, and the gonads and breasts are hidden from view. Additionally, it’s hard to see the players’ faces, and the sounds they make are muffled. So we watch women eating men, and men eating women, and women munching on women, but not simultaneously.

But just because the 69 isn’t that arousing to voyeurs doesn’t mean it can’t be fun for the participants. My man and I still love a bawdy, old-fashioned 69 when we’re horny but in the mood for something different. And we’ve found that one little enhancement increases my enjoyment manyfold.

Let’s pick up the play-by-play where Tuesday’s entry “Teenagers Again” left off. We were but momentarily satisfied by our coitus in the car, and as we drove home in the rain our desire began to build again. We stumbled into the house, and my man barely got his coat off before I was on my knees, grabbing at his zipper. One hot blowjob later, I was mounting him nude on the floor in front of our bedroom mirror, positioned so we could both watch the spectacle. I bounced up and down on him mercilessly as he slobbered all over my boobs. Then I felt his cock tighten, spewing its steaming juice inside of me. A few more thrusts on his diminishing dick, and I reached my own personal Nirvana.

I fell onto the carpet, wanting still more, but the sangria he had consumed was having its effect, and his cock failed to respond to my manual ministrations. “Let’s get on the bed,” he said. Reclining on my back, I knew what was next. He reached into our toy drawer (every bedroom should have one) and pulled out my purple vibrator and one of my double dongs.

He knelt on the bed and held up the vibrator, turning it on to test the batteries, as I giggled in anticipation. Bending over to kiss my lips, he ran the vibe across my shoulder down to my breasts, encircling each nipple before stimulating its tip. Then he moved down, licking my nips as the vibe traced my navel and sank toward my vulva. I spread my legs to ease its passage.Up one side of my pussy, down the other, the vibrator massaged my labia. Soon his tongue followed, adding its wetness to my gathering flow. He paused the tip of the vibe on my clitoris, waiting until I shuddered in glee, then slowly eased it between my lips as I came.

Wordlessly, he got on all fours, straddling me in the classic 69 position, dangling his manhood in my face. I reached up to stroke his shriveled member, then hungrily took it in my mouth. As I did, I felt him remove the vibrator from my pussy and reach for the dong.

Now this is a special double dong. It’s made of pink latex, and its dimensions (about two inches around and over a foot long) are typical of such instruments of pleasure. What makes it different is that it has an internal plastic backbone which allows the user to adjust its shape. Straight, curved, bent like an S, the possibilities are limited only by one’s imagination.

I sucked his cock and felt the head of the dong pass my lower lips. I couldn’t see what was happening, which forced me to concentrate on the sensation of this happy toy penetrating me, slowly and deliciously stretching my canal and rubbing against the bottom of my clit while he licked its topside. In and out he stroked it, carefully kissing the perimeter of my opening. I threw my arms around his ass and squeezed him as I came once more.

He withdrew the dong momentarily, and I felt him shift his weight on the bed. Slightly cooled by the evaporation of my juices, the head of the dong entered me again, but I sensed something else was different. I soon learned what it was. While he had it out, he had bent the dong in the “cranked” position, and it now was heading straight for my G-spot. Sucking madly now, I braced for its impact.

The pressure of the smooth, round head was gentle at first, but with each stroke it grew more intense. I broke suction on his cock to moan in ecstasy. He responded by somehow grabbing the vibrator, still buzzing away on the sheets, and holding it against my asshole as he pistoned away with the dong. Overcome by this mix of sensations, almost forgetting to attend to his now-stiffening cock, I was jolted by a series of powerful orgasms.

Abruptly, he withdrew the toys, turned around, lifted my legs over his shoulders and, in one seamless move, fucked me to the hilt. I screamed in surprise and delight that his once-limp member had roared back to life! He smothered my lips with his mouth as he vigorously fucked my doubled-up torso. Awash in my euphoria, I lost track of my orgasms, the whole experience feeling like one never-ending cum.

He growled that the pressure was building and he couldn’t hold it much longer. “Cum, baby, cum!” I exhorted him. With a guttural cry, he withdrew his cock, stroked it a few times with his fist, and spewed an incredible load across my torso as I smiled through my tears.

Years ago, in college, I was a math major. What else would I call a position that combines a 69 with one dildo? Of course—a 70!

The 71 (March 31, 2007)

You know what a 69 is, or you wouldn’t be reading this blog. You know what a 70 is, or at least some of you do, because you remember my May 5, 2006 entry (you do remember that one, don’t you?). But what’s a 71?

The experiments never stop in Cherrie’s Sexual Positions Laboratory, where science meets pleasure—and loses. One recent evening, Hardin and I enjoyed a warm, frisky shower, soaping ourselves to squeaky cleanliness, and began to discuss where to take the night’s sexual play from there. “How about a 69?” I asked, thinking that sucking on Hardin’s fresh-scented erection while he noshes on my juicy pussy would be a fun way to reignite our passion. “Yes!” he exclaimed, “but wait, I have an idea.”

I reclined on the mattress as he rummaged in the toy drawer, eventually pulling out my favorite purple vibrator and the blue one we use for anal play. Setting those on the top of the bedstand, he reached in the top drawer for the K-Y Sensual Mist, crouched and sprayed a liberal quantity of the slippery gel around his anus.

Handing me the blue vibe, he kissed my lips and said “I want it tonight. Let’s do the 71. Scoot down on the bed.”

I was excited! I love to fuck his asshole, and this position allows me to do that manually, while at the same time sucking his cock, being fucked by my vibrator and having my pussy eaten! Talk about sensory overload!!

Hardin faced my feet, swung his left leg over my head and lowered his soft but stiffening cock to my lips. I opened my mouth and greeted its smooth head with my tongue. Simultaneously, I could feel his tongue delicately probing my labia, with each of his hands grasping one of my thighs.I slurped away on his fleshy tool, enjoying the sensation of his lips caressing my vulva. His cock now fully erect, I reached up to squeeze his scrotum gently and was gratified to hear him respond with a low moan. Within seconds, I felt his index finger probing my juicy slot, wiggling and stroking until I groaned with my first orgasm of the session.

Definitely time for this little bugger, I thought as the flush subsided from my cheeks. Reaching for the blue vibrator, I held it above my head and twisted its base to start its miniature motor. Without releasing his dong from my lips, I slid the buzzing tip of the toy between his ass cheeks and fumbled for the greasy opening to his chamber of lust.

Without saying a word, because his mouth was pressed against the flesh of my eager vagina, he reached back, put his hand over mine, and shoved the vibrator up his ass to the hilt. The sight of the vibe’s black base peeking out from between his buns was incredibly erotic.

I couldn’t concentrate on it long, for within seconds I felt my familiar purple vibrator buzzing between my lovelips. His tongue continued to work its magic as the violet dong slipped in and out, in and out, simulating the action of a hard and determined cock. Occasionally he withdrew it slightly and held its throbbing midsection against my clitoris, shooting jolts of electrons up my synapses, bathing my brain in the white light of orgasmic ecstasy.

“Fuck me, bitch!” he snarled. Yes, in my rapture over being ravaged by Hardin’s mouth and battery-powered phallus, I had momentarily forgotten about that hunk of hard plastic that was plugging his rectum. But I wasn’t fast enough. He was reaching back again, his fingers tightly pressing the black base, working the blue vibe slowly in and out of his hole. The sight of him pleasuring himself in this way was so sensual and erotic! I lifted my head off the mattress to see better, in the process jamming his erection deeper in my mouth. What was amazing was that he was still fucking my pussy with the vibrator in his other hand. He told me later he was balancing his body with his head on my thighs, but I couldn’t feel a thing at the time!

“Turn it up. All the way!” He took his hand off the blue vibrator; I reached up and twisted the knob to full force, fucking his ass faster with it. He screamed in the agony of joy, and reciprocated by shoving my purple vibrator firmly into my cervix. Leaving it there, he concentrated on licking, sucking and then nibbling on my clit with his teeth. Another orgasm, more intense and delicious than before! He was fucking me wildly now, the purple vibe sliding up and down my pussy like a cylinder in a Ferrari, my juices pumping vigorously into his hungry mouth. The orgasms began to run together, and my gasps turned to moans, then to screams!

Abruptly, Hardin pulled his cock out of my mouth, straightened his body and, breathing heavily, began to jerk off his manhood, the blue vibe still stuck up his ass, buzzing happily away. Coming down from my series of orgasms, my mind began to focus on the arousing image of my muscular man, at the tipping point of his own climax, kneeling just above my face. I reached up to stroke the vibe in and out of his ass and caress his balls until, with a mighty roar, he spurted his hot cum all over the bed.

The 71 is not a position for beginners. To get the most out of it, you must be able to concentrate on your own pleasure while orally and manually stimulating your partner. This isn’t easy, since there’s always the temptation to lay back and enjoy what he or she is doing to you. The term “multitasking” certainly applies to the 69 and its more advanced variations!

Why do we call it the 71? Of course: a 69 plus two vibrators. And what did we do next? Take another shower! Soaked in sweat, lube and cum, we needed one!

No Hands (March 2, 2007)

Yes, I enjoy dressing up in vampy outfits to titillate my lovers, my readers and most of all myself! But sometimes sexy interludes can grow out of humble household activities like cooking dinner in sweat pants . . .

Last Saturday Hardin and I were alone at home. It was an absolutely awful late winter night, and we had no interest in going out when it was so wet and cold—so chilly, in fact, that we were actually wearing clothes inside the house.

What could warm us up? How about some Thai food? The thought of spicy hot sauce poured over rice noodles brightened my mood immediately. Hardin went downstairs to find the wok as I dug around in the refrigerator for some vegetables to cut up.

Making dinner with your lover can be an intimate and friendly way to build a relationship, or enjoy the one you have. Hardin enjoys cooking and can handle himself in the kitchen quite well, but I love being next to him, handing him spices and tools he needs for his part of the preparation, as he helps me with mine. It’s almost as if, in addition to the food, we are preparing a generous helping of warm, comfortable love to share.

In a half hour, our dinner was prepared: chicken with peanut sauce, stir-fried peppers and onions, boiled rice noodles and a chilled bottle of Sauvignon Blanc. As we ate, sitting next to each other, occasionally putting a forkful of food in each other’s mouths, I knew what I wanted for dessert. But I thought of a clever twist to make the encounter interesting.

As we were finishing up, I looked into Hardin’s eyes and smiled. He took his face in my hands and kissed me. I was feeling warmer by the minute . . .“I want you to fuck me,” I said to him.“Right here?”“Yes, but here is your challenge. You can’t touch me with your hands.”

I was wearing a sweatshirt, sweat pants with an elastic band and a pair of panties. No bra. This shouldn’t be too difficult for him, I thought.We stood up and I kissed him. He tried to encircle my body with his arms, but I had to remind him, “No hands!” He grimaced, thought for a second, and then bent over and bit my sweatshirt at the hem, pulling it up with his teeth. The rush of cool air over my breasts, coupled with my rising interest, made my nipples instantly erect. I could sense the tension building in his mind. If he stopped to kiss them, the sweatshirt would fall! He decided not to stop and kept lifting as far as he could.

“Here. I’ll be nice and help you.” I pulled the sweatshirt off and tossed it aside. Meanwhile, he was rapidly shedding his clothes, revealing his stiffening cock. I love the look of a penis that is in the process of erecting—round, long, hanging downward in a semicircle of promise and anticipation. I wanted it in me, but first he had to finish removing my clothes.

That proved easy. Balancing on one foot, Hardin hooked his toes under the elastic waistband of my panties and pulled them down with his leg to the floor. I stepped out of them, now nude and ready for sex! “But remember, you can’t use your hands!”

I stepped back to the couch and reclined in the corner with my legs spread. Here’s where Hardin got inventive. He sat in the other corner and extended his leg to my crotch. Pointing his foot, he began to rub my pussy lips with his big toe.

Oh, this was kinky! Hardin’s big toes are wide, and the skin is a little rough. The sensation of his toe on my pussy was different from his fingers or his tongue—rather large, a little raw, less coordinated than his manual manipulation, but rather exciting! Looking down, I could see my juice collecting on the tip as I moistened . . .

He continued to fondle my slit with a wicked smile on his face, until he got the toe inside me to the first joint. Now he was the one teasing me! I wanted more—more stimulation, more penetration, just more of everything—but he just lazily moved up and down my rivermouth, luxuriating in my waters as if he were dipping his toes in the swimming hole on a hot summer day. I knew he was enjoying the sensation too, because his cock was stiff as a board and poking into his belly.

Finally he worked three toes inside me. I bounced up and down on the cushions to enhance the effect. It was wild! His foot felt like nothing I had experienced in there before, and I liked the roughness of his skin and the wiggling of his digits. Looking straight into his evil eyes as he continued to work my pussy, I suddenly convulsed in a massive orgasm that curled my own toes!

I won’t say the sex that followed was anticlimactic—I did relent and let him touch my body as he fucked me savagely on the couch—but the “no hands” play was definitely the highlight of the evening!

The Triple Play (August 24, 2007)

I have Kitty to blame—or thank!—for this one!

It seems last week Kitty and Ron were communicating, as they do sometimes. Ron, that naughty boy, sends Kitty hot, horny messages about what he would do to her if the two of them got together, and Kitty loves them—and loves herself while reading them! Something about going down to the lake and putting her fingers to good use . . .

Anyway, since the two of them haven’t been able to get together in person yet, Kitty told Ron to give me an extra-special treat last weekend, and to tell me it was from her. So . . .

When I woke up Sunday morning, Ron had his arms around my body and his hands on my breasts, holding me in that bear hug I enjoy so much. Slowly, as I awakened, he rolled me on my back.

“Play with yourself,” Ron ordered.

That command cleared the early morning fog from my brain. Obediently, I slipped a hand between my legs and began to rub my labia. Ron lied on his side, intently watching me as I pleasured myself. Before long I was gasping, sighing and enjoying the first of my day’s orgasms.

This must have looked like so much fun, Ron just had to join in! I felt one stubby finger slide past my moist lovelips, and then another. Two fingers inside my cunt, squirming and shimmying while I continued to play with my labia and work the clitoral hood. You know from reading my entries on cunnilingus from a few months back that the clitoris is usually so sensitive you don’t need to touch it directly. Stretching or moving the well-lubricated hood around it is enough to ratchet up the pleasure.

Ron kept time with me perfectly. When I cranked up the tempo of my fingering, his fingers moved faster too. When I slowed down to enjoy the delicious sensation of pressure against my clit, he reduced his speed and concentrated on rubbing the inside of my vagina. When I moved my fingers in circles around my clit, he moved his fingers in circles inside my pussy. The feeling was exquisite, and the orgasms followed, one after another after another . . .

There was only one thing that could make this more perfect. “Eat me, Ron,” I pleaded in between my squeals of delight and rapture.

I didn’t need to ask twice. Ron scooted down the bed, placing his head between my legs. He contemplated the scene for a second, then dove right in. I arched my back and spread my legs on the mattress, easing his access to my slot of seduction.

Ron is an expert cunnilinguist. He can lick for seemingly hours without tiring himself out, or causing me to lose interest. Up, down, around his tongue went, its tip exploring my wet folds with insistent glee. His fingers continued to keep time with mine, and his tongue enveloped my clitoris, adding to the juices that were seeping into his sheets.

I call this the Triple Play: cunnilingus plus manual stimulation from both my hand and my lover’s hand. The oral giver can be male or female, but a male with a mustache, like Ron, has an extra advantage: he can brush his hair up and down my nub of desire in addition to stimulating it with his tongue.

Doing the Triple Play requires a roomy setup. Propping myself against the headboard of the bed on a lot of pillows works well. I’m comfortable and my head has enough elevation to allow me to watch what’s happening, if I’m so inclined. It also works sitting on a chair or a sofa, with the cunnilinguist kneeling on the floor. He or she needs to have good balance on the knees, but that frees the second hand to add to my sensory overload by playing with my breast.

“Fuck, Ron!” I gasped, a huge orgasm submerging my consciousness like a giant wave at the seashore. I had more to give him, though, and I wanted to let him wring every last drop of pleasure out of my being. Deeper dove his digits into my pussy, stroking and stimulating my G-spot. My fingers were massaging my clit madly, one on each side of the hood. I could feel his tongue and his mustache alternately rubbing the tip of my pleasure bud, which was so engorged I could have put a condom on it. Faster . . . faster . . . harder . . . tighter . . . another enormous orgasm welling in my body like a geyser . . . my back arching, my ass bucking, all sorts of filthy oaths emanating from the bottom of my lungs, exhorting Ron to keep licking, keep eating, keep fingering . . .

AAAAAAAAAAH!

I couldn’t see. I couldn’t hear, this orgasm was so magnificent. My senses left me for a moment. My mind reeled at the powerful kick of this pinnacle of sensuous joy. The walls of Ron’s bedroom were spinning, spinning, spinning . . . slowing down . . . until all I could see was Ron’s cum-soaked head, split by the biggest shit-eating grin I’d ever seen on his face.

Kitty, you probably didn’t know what a good friend you are! We just need to have someone give you the pleasure of the Triple Play!

Facing Positions

2007-06-16T07:16:00.000-05:00

FACING POSITIONS

Deep Missionary (February 22, 2007)

I can’t tell you the name Hardin and I use for this position, because it’s personal. You see, one of my other lovers, the world-traveling musician, used to have sex only this way. Over time, I persuaded him to try other positions, and when I was with him last (April 2006) he had become reasonably proficient in several of them. Nonetheless, when Hardin manipulates my willing body into this position, we inevitably refer to it by the musician’s first name!

Rather than reveal his identity, I’ll call it the “deep missionary” instead. This variant of the traditional missionary, man-on-top-of-woman position is great for rough, hard, deep penetration. If the man is good and stiff and the woman is reasonably limber, you’ll both enjoy the sensations!

The key element here is that the woman lies on her back and raises her legs in the air. What she does with her legs is up to her imagination; thereare several possibilities. The classic one is described in Chapter VI of the Kama Sutra: “When she raises both of her legs, and places them on her lover’s shoulders, it is called the yawning position.” Yawning as in wide open, I presume; this position certainly won’t put her to sleep! The folks at SexInfo101.com named this basic posture, with the woman resting the back of one leg on each of the man’s shoulders, the “Deep Stick.”

Now the man can kneel before the woman and insert his cock. Deep, deep, deeper it goes, until the woman’s cervix is flush with his flesh. Her clitoris is rubbing against his pubic hair, if he has some, while his balls are slapped tightly against her perineum. Filled to the brim, the woman can appreciate her satisfaction for a lingering moment before he withdraws his dong and thrusts it in once more.

Hardin and the musician both enjoy holding their bodies almost erect while fucking me in this position. The musician typically wraps his arms around my legs and hangs on for dear life. Hardin tends to be more aggressive. He usually takes my calves or ankles in his hands and lifts my ass off the mattress, forcing his stiff prong against my G-spot before relaxing. The feeling of being restrained and in his total control as he holds his cock deep inside me and wiggles it is absolutely mind-blowing! For an extra-special treat, he may grasp my feet and rub them as he fucks. Double pleasure!

SexInfo101.com suggests an alteration called the “Mirror of Pleasure.” Rather than putting one leg on either side of the man’s neck, the woman puts both of them on one of his shoulders or the other. The objective here is to squeeze the labia together and increase the friction of the cock against the clit. If the classic position is a little too wide open to give the woman enough stimulation, this may solve the problem.

Another alteration would be for the woman to suspend her legs diagonally in the air, not resting on anything. Visually, this one is a stunner since the muscles in her legs will be taut, as they are when she walks in heels. Of course, it can get tiring after a while. She can then transition to curling up with her thighs resting on her torso, allowing the man to lean over her body in something close to a conventional missionary position.The primary challenge to the deep missionary is getting the angle of penetration right. Women vary in size and the front-to-back pitch of their vaginas. Hardin and I can do this fairly well without adjusting my height, but others may find this position more comfortable with a soft pillow or twounder the woman’s back to raise and support her.

Long cocks can feel wonderful, but in this position the well-endowed male needs to be aware that ramming his unit home can be painful for the woman, since he may hit the top of the cervix forcefully. Obviously, if that happens he needs to temper his penetration or roll the woman over to a spooning position where his length won’t cause as many problems. Conversely, for men with shorter cocks than the average 5½” erection, this position can be a lifesaver, giving the woman a much fuller feel than conventional missionary or doggie style.If you want to get deep inside, this is one way to do it!

The Mariée Variation (March 9, 2007)

One of the many things I love about writing this blog is that I learn as much from you as you (hopefully) do from me. Two weeks ago I described a position I named the “Deep Missionary” in which the woman lifts her legs in the air and the man kneels before her to insert his penis into her vagina. The entry went through several variations involving the placement of the woman’s legs, including resting one on each of her man’s shoulders, resting both on one shoulder or the other, having him hold them up by the ankles in a V position or suspending them in midair without support.

My lovely blogfriend la fille mariée left this comment:

Like everyone else who has commented, I absolutely love this position. I've done all of variations you've mentioned (and others I have no doubt you've also done, you adventurous sexpot) with leg position . . . on the shoulders, rubbing his ears gently with my toes, on his chest rubbing nipples, together to one side, wide open and unsupported, from the edge of the bed, and also with my legs bent way back over my own shoulders (very crunched up). The best, to me, is with the pelvis pulled up and supported on his thighs with him kneeling pretty much vertically. Hard fucking indeed.

I hadn’t thought of the last suggestion before, but it sounded terrific! I showed mariée’s comment to Hardin, he was enthusiastic and (being already nude) we were shortly on the carpet, his cock in my mouth to stiffen it, in order to give it a try.

Hardin was quite excited and, after a few strokes of my lips and tongue, his manhood was jutting out from his torso at its customary upward slope. I reclined on my back as he bent over to lick my pussy. Lovelips glistening with my natural lubricant, I eagerly anticipated the entry of his beautiful cock!

But first we needed to assume mariée’s position. Hardin knelt at the base of my spine and reached down to grab my spread legs at the calves. With his ass resting on his ankles, his thighs were at about a 45-degree angle. He held them together to form a ramp on which to rest my back.

As Hardin lifted my legs, I curled up my body to assist. Soon I was resting on my shoulder blades, my torso suspended in the air as he softly lowered it onto his legs. I felt his loose cock rub against my labia as I descended—so sexy!

With my back on his thighs and the backs of my legs against his chest, I lowered my calves to rest on his shoulders. He let go and grasped his cock with his right hand. It had gone a bit limp during this maneuvering, but a little wanking and my exhortations to fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me now shortly restored it to its steel-like splendor. He pushed it down, stroked it against my cunt for a few seconds, and then slowly, deliciously pushed it in.

Wow! With his member as hard as it was, it was straining against the top of my canal almost immediately. His back as erect has his dong, Hardin grabbed hold of my calves and began to thrust in and out. All that rubbing inside of me soon found my G-spot, causing me to gasp and moan my appreciation! My noises aroused Hardin even further, and soon he was fucking me roughly, his cock plowing my furrow, his clean-shaven testicles slapping against my perineum.

I loved it! I lost count of how many orgasms I had. Hardin’s cock (it’s seven inches long for you statistics fans) is just the right length to massage my G when he’s fully erect, and this position (like leaning backward in woman-on-top) maximizes the contact I need to cum, cum and cum again! I floated near nirvana, barely conscious of Hardin’s deep breathing, lusty moaning and guttural cursing about how hard he was going to fuck me that night!

Too soon, Hardin emitted a loud primal scream, jerked his cock out of my cunt and spewed his white foam all over my stomach. His breathing was hoarse and heavy as he knelt before me, spent cock in his hand, drops of semen dripping from its tip. It would be hard to imagine him looking sexier than he did just then.

Maybe I felt that way because I hadn’t had enough and wanted more! Hardin admitted later that he rushed his orgasm a bit because he felt a cramp developing in one of his calves. Like a baseball catcher strengthening his legs by doing squats, we concluded that the way to avoid that problem in the future is to use this position more frequently, and that’s exactly what’s we’ve been doing.

Thanks, mariée! Every time we enjoy sex in this position, we think of you.

Missionary with a Buzz (November 3, 2006)

I have the delectable Suze from www.alexsuze.com to thank for this one. I really do owe her a debt of gratitude, as you will find out.

The missionary position: woman lying on her back, man on top of her, inserting his penis in her vagina. The basic sex position. Everyone does it. Just about everyone loves it. And why not? The lovers are facing each other. They can kiss, hug, stroke each other's faces and hair, even nibble each other's breasts without breaking the coital rhythm. The man can sink his cock fairly deep into the woman, and has enough leverage from his knees to pull in and out, rotate it in circles or wiggle it inside for her pleasure. The woman can wrap her legs around his ass or extend them straight into the air (well, at least some of you can; I'm still working on that one). Yes, missionary is an all-around great, satisfying way to have sex.

But if missionary has become a little boring and ho-hum for you and your mate, perhaps you'd enjoy spicing it up with a modest mechanical enhancement.

Looking through the Adam & Eve catalog (a favorite after-sex pastime of ours), Hardin and I found this little number and immediately recalled Suze's tryout of a similar device several months ago. (This was while she and Alex were still on Blogger, and hopefully the entry is still in her archives there.) We had a half-price coupon, so we decided to fill out the order blank and get one, especially since we could get our choice of three DVDs free with an order. (Are we do-it-yourselfers putting the commercial adult purveyors out of business? Could be.)

Apparently we weren't the only ones inspired by Suze's blog entry. Somebody between North Carolina and here did their best impression of The Rammer, the overly aggressive postman that serves the Alex and Suze household. The box for the "Vibrating Couple's Enhancer with Tongue" (yes, that's the official name of this product) was smashed nearly flat in transit. Fortunately, the contents survived just fine.

The Enhancer comes in two parts. There's a super-stretchy plastic cock ring with a protruding tongue for stimulation of the clitoris. Then there's a large silver bullet vibrator and wired control. The bullet slips (tightly) into a hole in the cock ring behind the tongue. Two AA batteries are loaded into the control to power the device.

Of course, we had to try it right away. We stripped nude and climbed onto our bed. As with a condom, the man has to have an erection to get this ring in the right place, at the base of the shaft. I moved down to take Hardin's penis in my mouth as he played gently with my hair. Before long, his cock was stiff and ready to be worked into the ring. Hardin reports that it was a rather tight fit, given his excitement at what was soon to come!

The Enhancer is meant to be used primarily during missionary sex. After feeling Hardin's manhood growing between my lips, I was moist and hungry for it in my pussy! I reclined on my back and raised my spread legs. He rolled on top of me and stuffed his cock home, stopping for a moment to switch on the Enhancer's vibrator.

Every time Hardin made a thrust, I could feel the soft plastic tongue, quivering with motion the bullet, graze my clitoris in the most teasing way. It was pleasant but a bit strange. Usually I lose my conscious self in the wild exultation of a hard cock pounding my pussy, perhaps accompanied by some soft skin stroking or nipple kissing. With the Enhancer, though, the intermittent stimulation of my clit kept pulling me out of my usual reverie. It was different and exciting, but also a bit distracting.

"Put your legs down," Hardin commanded, raising his with his toes so that I could slip mine underneath. We have a favorite variant of the missionary position, in which I lie with my legs together and flat on the bed while he spreads his legs outside mine. This tightens my pussy and makes his thrusts more sensuous and enjoyable.

Oh, my! As soon as I put my legs down, the true value of the Enhancer was clear to me. In this position, with Hardin's cock jammed tightly into my cunt, the vibrating tongue was up against my clit constantly--no in-and-out, just buzzing me without relief. It was incredible, especially after Hardin accelerated the vibrator to its maximum speed. Pure bliss!

We do sometimes play with a conventional hand-held vibrator while making love--he might hold it on my clit or stroke it across my nipples--but this was so much more intense! I opened my mouth wide, gasping with glee, and rolling my eyes skyward as the first of many huge orgasms blasted through my body. The Enhancer was tireless, continuing to buzz my clit as Hardin's fucking became even more intense and forceful. My arousal grew and grew with each cum. I could feel the flow of slippery juice around his cock, hear it sloshing in my pussy, sense it dripping onto the sheets. My body seemed so alive, so sensitive, so greedy for more of this wild combination of vibration and thrusting! Before long I was screaming incoherently in joy!

Then the vibrations stopped, and Hardin withdrew his member. There was a trace of white semen on his cock. He had ejaculated inside me. I was so deep within myself I didn't even feel it.

After recovering a bit of my composure, I asked him "So how was it for you?"

"Awesome," he replied with a smile. I reached out for his flaccid cock, examining the sticky residue of my lubrication on the once-shiny bullet vibe. Yes, the Enhancer certainly had enhanced my sexual experience that night! I slept soundly and well, but only after Hardin had rinsed off our new toy for a second session.

I still need to rotate the bullet around to the bottom of his cock and try it while in the doggy position--you can do that, you know. But I know enough now to add my endorsement to Suze's. If you enjoy vibrators and heterosexual sex, get one of these! You'll love it, and so will your lover!

Edge of the Bed (June 29, 2006)

After the dog-walk incident I wrote about earlier this week (the first one), we returned to the house determined to join the couple we had just observed in coital bliss. As we were fooling around nude on the bed, though, I told my man I would like something different from the usual positions we employ. (Though I write about many variations here, we enjoy the great majority of our sex in the basic four: missionary, sideways, woman on top and doggy). He knew exactly what to do!

Grabbing my legs, he pulled my body to the side of the mattress. He positioned me on my back, with my pussy an inch or two over the edge of the bed. Next he got off the bed, spread my legs, knelt down and ate me like there was no tomorrow. I was screaming uncontrollably at the stimulation! Then, his cock stiff as a board, he stood up, lifted my legs in the air until my body was in the shape of an “L” and stuffed his phallus into my steaming slot.

For some reason, we hadn’t done “edge of the bed” for quite a while, and I had forgotten how hot this position can be. He had the complete range of motion available to him, in and out, side to side, round and round (that’s a move only advanced lovers remember to use, and it’s so satisfying). He could thrust forcefully or massage my interior gently with his cock. Most of all, the angle of penetration was different than I have experienced with any other position. As he held my legs over his shoulders, he lifted my pelvis off the bed, angling my tunnel about 45 degrees off the plane of the surface. His organ is straight, but he carries it at a pronounced upward angle when he is erect. As a result, the head of his inserted cock aimed straight for my G-spot, which he hit regularly with spectacular results! My orgasms became so overwhelming I could barely stand the pleasure!

After about ten minutes I needed a break from the constant joy, and urged him to cum. He hiked up my legs one more time, increasing his angle of attack, and rammed his cock home so enthusiastically I felt my body slide on the sheets with every thrust. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me hard,” I moaned as I reached yet another peak. After a few more thrusts, his face contorted in ecstasy, he dropped my legs, pulled out his engorged, purple dong, stroked it with his fist and spewed his white seed across my tits and torso. How hot and satisfied I felt at that moment!

For some reason, the sex manuals tend to ignore this position. The Joy of Sex (pp. 52-53) has a line drawing of something similar with the woman reclining on a low bed, but the man is kneeling as he fucks her, and I would think his knees might give out before they exhaust the possibilities. Xaviera’s Supersex (p. 58) discusses doing it on a desk as an office quickie (with illustration). But a desk has a hard, cold surface and these days (at least in the U.S.) any hint of sex in the workplace will bring down the harassment police in seconds. Of course, beds today stand taller than they did 20-30 years ago, which makes this position far more practical in the boudoir.
We’ve transitioned from edge of the bed to several variants of the missionary and to a stand-up without breaking our copulation, but it’s such an easy and happy ride that neither of us is usually inclined to move to another position before we are done.

Edge of the bed is not for tender, gentle lovemaking, but when you are in the mood for sex that’s vigorous, wild and, yes, a little rough, this position will deliver.

The Skittles (December 22, 2006)

For this week’s position I must give credit to the lovely Skittles (I saw her for the first time today in her HNT debut; go take a look at http://theroadtoadulthood.blogspot.com/) and her companion Mr. Big.

This position is obscure enough that I wasn’t able to find a photo of real people doing it. I had to resort to using the same illustration from SexInfo101.com that Skittles did, even though it doesn’t show the position to its best advantage.

Here’s what to do: the male (or the woman playing the male role) sits on the edge of the bed or a chair. The woman kneels in front of him and strokes or fellates him, or does whatever she needs to do to elicit an erection. (Yes, if the “him” is a her wearing a phallus, she can concentrate on her own arousal.)

When the partners are ready, the woman climbs on top of the man, facing him. The illustration shows her sitting on the man’s lap, legs outstretched behind him. That will work as far as insertion goes, but our impression (confirmed by experimentation in our sexual laboratory, otherwise known as our bedroom) is that it’s less than satisfactory for actual fucking. She can’t move up and down very well (perhaps the best way would be for her to place her hands on his shoulders, but she would need strong arms to lift herself that way). And with her weight on his pelvis, he won’t be able to do much stroking, either.

Instead, we recommend the woman inserting the penis from a kneeling position. Now that works! Putting her hands or arms around his shoulders, the woman can use her leg muscles to rise up and down, as she would in the conventional woman on top position (with the man lying prone on the bed). Thus, she can control the depth and intensity of insertion. I enjoyed the sensation of rising up, letting the head of Hardin’s cock stretch my labia, and then crashing down and feeling his length fill my vagina! How delicious!

The man can keep himself gainfully occupied in a number of ways. With us, Hardin’s head was at about boob height—and you know what that means! My nipples were being licked, kissed and bitten (gently) as I stroked up and down his dong. He alternately held and squeezed my tits and ran his hands up and down my back, sending the proverbial chill down my spine. And when we felt like kissing mouth-to-mouth, I could tip my head forward and maintain good contact.

The biggest drawback of this position was that Hardin found it difficult to remain in the upright, seated posture. Remember that we were doing this on a bed; Skittles likes to do it on her (aptly-named) love seat, which would solve that problem. (I suppose a bunch of pillows might work too, but we didn’t have the presence of mind to try it.) Eventually we transitioned to conventional woman on top, then to edge of the bed, then to the Cherrie (me standing, bent over the bed, and him fucking me standing from behind). His moans and frenzied thrusting told me climax was near, and I turned around just in time to see his cockhead spew its passionate fruit into his hand!

Thanks, Skittles, for an entertaining bit of holiday cheer!

X for Hot Tub Humping (June 23, 2006)

When we were looking at houses 15 years ago, I had one absolute requirement: the new house had to have a big whirlpool tub. Big enough for two people, preferably three or four. Hot water to soothe me. Strong jets to relax me. A place to rest a glass of wine. Heaven in fiberglass and chrome.

Well, our current house has that tub, and it’s everything I wanted. I can make the water scalding hot, and direct the jets at my back, my legs—or my pussy. There is only one problem. How the hell do we have sex in it?

One of us can sit on the edge, and the other can engage in oral sex. Or, he can sit on the edge, and I can lower myself on his cock. But what’s the point of doing that in the tub? We’re mostly out of the water, and we can’t feel the jets.

I can lie down in the tub, and he can fuck me in the missionary position. Or he can lie on his back, and I can kneel and ride his cock. But the bottom of the tub is hard, and after a while our aging knees begin to ache. Also, we like to keep the water level high, and that creates its own hazards. Once, I got on top of him, and we had it going pretty good until he slipped on the slick surface of the tub—and his head sank under the water. That ended his hard-on almost instantly.

After much trial and tribulation, we found one position that works reasonably well in our tub: the X position. This allows us to maintain coital contact while keeping our bodies in the warm, swirling waters and our heads above them.

There are two primary variants. In the first, illustrated in Xaviera’s Supersex, the man sits upright, his erect cock pointing up at about a 60-degree angle to the surface. The woman then lowers herself onto the cock, and the couple embraces and rocks away.

In the second, described in The Joy of Sex, the man sits down , leans back on his rigid arms and bends his legs until, viewed from the side, he assumes the shape of the letter M. The woman, supported by her arms and legs, slides her ass down his legs until his cock enters her pussy. If you now look at the couple from above, you will see that their extremities now form the letter X, hence the name of this position.

Both alternatives have their strong and weak points. The first is less athletic and more relaxing. I enjoy hugging and kissing my partner as his cock wiggles inside me and we rock back and forth. The difficulty is that, with my entire weight resting on his pelvis, it’s a challenge for him to get a good in-and-out stroke going, so I need to bounce up and down on him to shove myself over the edge to ecstasy.

The second can be a really wild position, as both of us have considerable freedom to move. We can really make the water splash around when we’re fucking this way! We also can see the action; I can watch his cock sliding in and out of my cunt, while he can delight in my bouncing boobs. But it’s pretty strenuous, and after a while my arms get tired. Fortunately, it’s fairly easy to transition from one variant to the other.

We rarely engage in the X outside of the tub, since we find many other positions more satisfying in (or out) of bed. One sequence that does work for me, though, begins with him on top of me, fucking me missionary style, my legs wrapped around his ass, my ass elevated on a pillow. He can put his arms around me, then slowly pull me upright on his pelvis, simultaneously straightening out his legs, all the while keeping his hard cock inside. Ending up in the sitting X, we kiss and fondle each other until we both cum. Fun!

Swinging (Literally) (August 4, 2006)

People sometimes ask why we left our wooden swing set in our backyard just in front of our little nudist refuge. Aren’t your kids grown, they ask. Well, the swing set isn’t for them. It’s for us.

After dark our backyard playground gets a lot bigger. We have a six-foot wood fence around the perimeter to ward off the casual voyeur (and to keep the dogs in the yard), and we have a deck with chaise lounges and an old wooden day bed (we take the bedding in the house when we’re not using it). On warm nights when the insects aren’t too annoying (the later it gets, the fewer of those are around), we have no hesitation about making love anywhere in that green expanse.

But back to the swing set. No doubt you’ve seen those love swings that the adult toy catalogs offer. They’re intended to be used indoors, hanging from a door frame or a reinforced ceiling joist to allow one lover to suspend herself (or himself) in mid-air, making a variety of standing positions possible. We’ve never bought one of those due to Hardin’s concern about the structural integrity of the setup. After all, the mood would be erased fairly quickly if this apparatus were to crash out of the ceiling in mid-fuck.

The swing set, though, works for us. There are two swings, but we only use one at a time. The swings are suspended by a chain, and the height of the seat can be adjusted by hanging the swing by different links. Throw a towel over the plastic seat, and voila!—the children’s swing turns into a love swing!

Sometimes Hardin will hike the swing up near the top frame of the set and hop on. Standing in front of him, I will give him head while fingering myself or inserting the vibrator with my free hand. He can rock back and forth gently in the seat, fucking my mouth as I remain motionless. This is surprisingly erotic!

Or I can change positions with him, spreading my legs wide as he wraps his arms around my ass and takes the full measure of my womanly folds in his mouth. Oh, the joyful sensation of rocking back and forth in the swing, my every movement met with his eager lips and extended tongue!

Fucking, though, is where the swing really shines. We like to have sex in standing positions, but there’s only so much of that either of us can take without support. After all, I am not a small woman in any dimension. With the swing, though, I can wrap my legs around his ass and we can go practically all night, or until he can’t take the stimulation anymore. I can either remain still in mid-air, letting him do all the work, or swing slowly back and forth, gorging my pussy on his stationary cock until we are both ready to scream!

For a real treat, he may lower the swing to allow me to rest my stomach on it, which facilitates a variety of rear-entry positions, including the vaunted wheelbarrow! Having sex while suspended in mid-air, the man holding my legs aloft and my arms spread before me as if I am flying, is a unique and powerful experience!

I’m not suggesting that you run out to Toys ‘R Us and buy one of these, but if you’ve already got one in the backyard and you are fortunate enough to have a little privacy, the carnal possibilities are quite stimulating!

The Lazy Girl (May 12, 2006)

This one involves a large, overstuffed reclining chair with padded arms, the kind that is often found in American living rooms. Recliners can rock back and forth like a rocking chair or, with the pull of a lever, a footrest extends, the chair becomes rigid and you can lie down more or less flat. It's the former feature that makes the chair really useful!

After suitable foreplay, the woman lies in the chair, her back on the seat and her legs up and bent, feet resting on the armrests. Her pussy should rest at about the front edge of the chair. The man, standing, inserts his cock and places his hands on the chair's back, at the top. Both participants remain motionless as the man rocks the chair back and forth, causing his penis to penetrate the woman's vagina.

This is so much fun on a lazy, warm afternoon! All the woman needs to do is lie there; the man's rocking of the chair does all the work. He can go as fast or as slow as he pleases, but slow, tantalizing strokes are the best, until both parties are ready for the huge finale.

We've tried this with the woman in the doggy position too, but the height doesn't match up well on our recliner and my face tends to get smothered in the upholstery.With a tip of the dildo to a leading manufacturer of such chairs in the U.S., what else could we call this position but the Lazy Girl?

The Elevator (January 4, 2007)

“Sex can be so creative!” I commented on Madame X’s blog earlier this week. Of course it can! But it was time for me to live up to my words. During the holidays our lovemaking fell into a rut. With both daughters around, tons of preparation and visitors galore, we weren’t able to indulge in as much horny exploration as we normally do. Most of our sex took place furtively in our bed, under the covers, in either the missionary, sideways or spooning positions—easy and fun, but not up to our usual level of creativity.

Now, though, one daughter has returned to college and the other is back working, and we’re ready to reopen the Sex Positions Laboratory! We have developed a position we think is new, or at least novel enough to pass off as new. It’s somewhat like a couple of familiar standbys, but it’s not quite the same. We couldn’t find it in our sex manuals, and can’t remember seeing anyone doing it in an adult film. It’s physically challenging, but not to the point where I couldn’t do it. In fact, I suggested it!

Cut to the carpeted floor of the lab (what other kind of lab has a carpet? Now you know why I love this field of research!). Having stripped nude, I’m lying on my back on the floor with my legs spread. Hardin, my partner, lab assistant and stunt cock, has wormed his head between my thighs to lap up my gathering juices. Feeling warm, happy and ready for more fun, I run my fingers through his hair . . .

He comes up for a bit of air and smiles, holding his rigid penis in his hand. I tell him to kneel. He does, stroking his cock expectantly. I raise my legs, resting my calves on his shoulders. At the same time, I push the lower part of my back off the carpet so that my ass is suspended in mid-air. He grabs my thighs and pulls me toward him, then lets one go and uses his now-free hand to drive the head of his dong between my lovelips.

It’s not the missionary variant where the woman raises her legs over the man’s shoulders while lying on her back. I’m resting on my shoulders and my elbows, with my lower legs on his torso. It’s not the edge of the bed position; even though the postures of our bodies are similar, I’m not on a bed. It’s something else. We call it “The Elevator.”

The position sounds somewhat uncomfortable, and probably looks that way, too. But I didn’t have any problems suspending myself on my man for a while. In fact, my sometimes-troublesome back felt fairly good being stretched out like this. Hardin didn’t mind having part of my weight resting on his shoulders, either, but then he sometimes fucks me in the stand-up position, and this one loads him down far less than that one!

Aspects we enjoyed about the Elevator included the view. The partners face one another, but they are far enough apart to reveal the fronts of their bodies to each other. He could see my facial expressions and watch my boobs bounce, while I could observe his cock enter me (good view!) and trim chest heave as he exerted himself. Another good thing about the position was that his penetration felt rather deep, joyous and fulfilling. He found he could move his body much more creatively than he could in the typical bed-bound position, and I was the beneficiary of that!

The only drawback of the Elevator is that it is difficult for either partner to touch, caress or stimulate the other with his/her hands. His hands were holding me up, and my hands were resting on the ground, holding me up. If the woman’s grip on the man’s shoulders is strong, the man can work one hand free and play with the woman’s clitoris, labia or nipples. We tried this, but he had to go back to holding my leg fairly quickly. No matter, we enjoyed a fairly lengthy and fulfilling screw in this position.

Now if a man can fuck a woman’s pussy in the Elevator, can he do her ass as well? Part Two of our experiment aimed to find out. After a rest, a drink and plenty of cuddly encouragement from Hardin (who, as you probably have guessed, wrote the grant application for Part Two), I consented to try and took a minute to lube up my asshole like an Indianapolis 500 racecar. We began as before, Hardin licking my box and getting me good and wet and then lifting my ass off the floor with my calves hooked on his shoulders. Then he slid his hard member into my pussy.

The sex was just as delicious as the first time, but after some enjoyable poking Hardin pulled out, dropped his hands from my legs to underneath my ass, and raised me up so that my puckerhole was about even with his erect prong. Without touching himself with his hands, he began to insert his cock, firmly but slowly. I just about fainted at the delicious sensation of being penetrated this way! Before long he had worked his entire length inside and was gently stroking his cock in and out of my ass. How nasty it felt! After a couple of shuddering, huge orgasms, I slid off and gave him a passionate thank you kiss.

I was a bit frustrated by the Elevator’s stop at my basement, though, because my beautiful pussy got absolutely no attention during the screw. Hardin couldn’t access it because he was holding me up by the ass (and his tongue is much shorter than Louie the Lizard’s), and my hands were on the ground holding the rest of me up. So now I am eager to try Part Three of this experiment, in which a friendly trois stops by to lick, finger or vibrate my vagina while I play in the Elevator. Any volunteers?

On Top of the Washer (April 26, 2007)

When our daughters aren’t home and the weather isn’t too cold, Hardin and I enjoy walking around the house in the nude. Even chores are more enjoyable when the body is not hindered by clothes. And you can get dirty or use household chemicals without worrying about ruining what you’re wearing.

The other night I walked by our small laundry room and saw Hardin dumping a basket full of towels into our top-loading washing machine. His naked body immediately aroused my desire—it must have been three or four hours since we last had sex—and I knew immediately what I wanted to do.

Sex on the washing machine!

I walked up to him, threw my arms around his neck and began kissing him while he was tossing the last of the towels in the bowels of the washer. He yielded to my advances, dropping his hands onto my bare ass and pulling me toward him. Our tongues met and danced a few songs, and then our lips parted.

“Hmmmm . . . what’s on your mind, as if I couldn’t tell,” he purred.

“Start it and lift me up,” I replied. “Oh, and get me a towel!”

Hardin chuckled and stepped over to the bathroom to grab a towel. He lowered the lid, draped the towel over the machine, and turned the knob.

“OK, up you go,” he said as he replaced his hands on my backside. I grabbed his neck and hung on as he lifted my ass onto the gyrating cube of white steel.

Why do women enjoy sex on washing machines? Why do women enjoy riding motorcycles? Both act like giant vibrators. Remember the clitoris spends most of its time in loose contact with the clitoral hood and rests on the pubic bone, supported by a belt of muscle. If you vibrate any part of the woman’s pleasure-making anatomy, the clit will rub against the hood and send vibes of joy to the brain. Which can be amplified if . . .

Hardin spread my legs and bent over. I knew what was coming: he wanted a mouthful of my pink and moistening pudendum. Bending over, he extended his tongue and licked my labia. Gently, so gently as if to tease me, to torture me as I listened to the slosh-slosh-slosh of the agitator below me and felt it stirring up the towels. Hardin’s tongue was my agitator, stirring me up! At the moment he was on the gentle cycle, but then . . .

He rolled his tongue into a tube and began fucking me with it! Yum, this is sexy! Hardin doesn’t have the longest tongue in the world, but that’s all right. Most of the nerve endings are around the clitoris and the first two inches of the vagina, and he could reach most of those as he thrust, thrust, thrust his mouthflesh into me, hot and ready. And then . . .

I knew that he had been stroking his cock the whole time he was eating me and making me wet and ready. I didn’t have to watch; I knew it would be hard for me. Our washing machine is fairly high, and Hardin can’t stand on the floor (even in his clogs, which add an inch or two in height) and fuck me while I’m sitting on it. But he thinks ahead. He stores our little stepstool next to the sink. He grabbed it, set it up next to the machine, climbed on the first step and . . .

Now the fleshy head of his purple cock was rubbing my well-lubricated lips, torturing me with its promise of penetration. I wiggled on the machine, feeling its vibrations shake me to the bone, mad with desire to have his bone deep inside me too. With one motion, he pulled me forward and . . .

Impaled me on his erection! I gasped as his length filled my tender tabernacle of love. My clit was throbbing from the sensations of the machine, and Hardin’s dong thrusting in the cavern below stimulated me even more intensely. Our lips met again as he pulled me back and forth, the towel sliding easily on the smooth metal of the machine, the hot spring of orgasm welling up my spine, and then . . .

The machine slipped into the spin cycle! Below me the tub was whirring around, faster and faster, driving the water out of the towels. On top, Hardin’s cock was wringing my sweet and slippery juices out of my pussy! I grabbed his arms and held on, moaning, then screaming, as the shaking, bouncing machine gave my clit just as rough a ride as my lover was providing. The orgasms were short, sharp and exciting, coming one after the other, relentlessly, mercilessly. I wrapped my calves around his ass and pulled him nearer to me, ever more tightly. He stopped thrusting and wiggled his manhood, feeling just like a plug-in vibrator with the unlimited power of the machine. Oh, I can’t hold back any longer, the thought flitted through my mind . . . I just can’t . . . I need to CUM!!!! . . .

If you’ve got a washing machine where you live, you have the potential for some intense, heart-pounding sex. You and your partner can use a variety of positions. The counter-top one, with the woman sitting on the machine and spreading her legs so the standing man can penetrate her, is the one that works best for me, because I get the most direct stimulation from the machine that way. You can also have the man sit on the washing machine, with the woman sitting on his cock, either facing him or doing rear entry. In this position, as iVillage.co.uk observes, “The vibrations carry through his penis, turning it into a wonderful vibrator.” Or, if your back and his knees can take it, you can get in the missionary position atop the lid, particularly if your dryer is right alongside to extend the flat surface supporting your horny bodies.

I’ll leave you with this excerpt from MTV.com, which is an excerpt from a February 2006 review of the mainstream Hollywood movie Running Scared. Did any of you see this movie? I missed it, but I did watch Fluff and Fold . . .

MTV Movie News 2/24/06

The phrase "high-octane" doesn't even begin to describe the flick's most unforgettable scene: a sexy encounter atop a washing machine. While one might expect such a scene from the writer/director who famously did battle with the MPAA three years ago over the number of thrusts permitted to William H. Macy in "The Cooler," Walker and Farmiga insist that it was them who talked Kramer into the steamy sequence.

The scene begins with the sight of Farmiga's exposed thong riding a few inches above her jeans. "Yeah," Walker laughed, agreeing that it's one of the most memorable film intros in quite some time. "You think?"

"I came up with that idea," the actress said of her unavoidable undergarments. "You have to [have a scene like that], because in the space of 20 seconds, you have to establish for the rest of the movie two people who are adamantly in love with each other. Despite his crookedness, she's in love with her husband. And I wanted to portray that. Even after 12 years, this woman loves her man and vice versa. And so we had 20 seconds to do that, and ... you've gotta paint that."

As for the lockjaw-inducing love scene that follows, Farmiga sounds like her character when she credits her love interest with putting forth all the effort. "I have a feeling that Paul Walker came up with that," she laughed.

"Yeah, I did," he giggled mischievously. "I do it all the time, so I thought, 'Hey let's bring a little reality ... It's realism. That's what happens. When you're in that situation, it's my wife in the movie, who I'm very attracted to, and I think we have a very good love life and it was appropriate.

Rear Entry

2007-06-16T06:57:00.000-05:00

REAR ENTRY

Doggy Treats (December 9, 2006)

My 23-year-old daughter, who is rather more prudish than I about sex, once told me she would never make love to a man in a rear-entry position. “It’s so impersonal,” she said. “Sex is supposed to be loving and tender. When you do it that way you can’t even see the other person.” She shuddered and walked off.

I beg to differ. Rear entry, or “doggy style,” is one of the basic four positions that everyone should be able to enjoy. (The others are missionary, sideways and woman on top, if you’re curious.) I think it’s exciting, after some loving foreplay, to get on all fours and look behind me as that enormous cock plunges into my dripping depths. And the man can shove his dong in deeper this way than when he uses the frontal approach, an important benefit if you like the sensation of being stretched as you are penetrated.

There’s so much you can do while coupled in this position. The easiest variant has the man balancing on his knees, with his back erect. In this stance his hands are free to roam and caress the woman’s back and ass. What woman doesn’t enjoy the sensual feeling of having her back stroked and stimulated by a strong pair of rough-surfaced hands? Just the thought of feeling a man’s fingers on my shoulders and my neck as he is stuffing me with his penis makes me tingle.

The man also can bend over so that his chest is rubbing against the woman’s back, his hands resting on the mattress or floor on either side of her shoulders. Whether his chest is clean or hairy, this provides a different stimulus that is also exciting. Of course, now he can kiss the woman too—her shoulders, neck, ears and all sorts of other erogenous locations.

The halfway position is wonderful as well. Leaning over at a 45-degree angle, the man can reach under the woman and play with her breasts—grabbing them, stroking them, rubbing the nipples between finger and thumb, even giving them a pinch timed with an especially vigorous thrust! That always sends a few more volts through my nervous system!

Up one more notch on the throttle are the options that edge into dominance. The man can grasp the woman’s shoulders and pull her body into his as he strokes her pussy. Or he can reach up and grab a handful of her hair, pulling her head back. That round ass bobbing against his midsection is just begging for a spank! When I’m really into it, I love getting slapped around a little!

The woman doesn’t have to take all this passively. I’ve learned to balance myself on my knees and one hand while fucking doggy style. With my free hand I can rub my nipples or clitoris to provide an extra jolt of sensation. I also can reach underneath and cup his testicles in my hands. I can stroke them gently or give them a tug if I’m inclined to induce a scream out of him.

Our favorite is the “dildo game.” After fucking me for a while, Hardin will stop, his cock hard but motionless inside my vagina. He takes his hands off me, growls “Fuck yourself on it, bitch!” and then is completely quiet and still. The concept is that his cock has transformed itself into a cyberskin dildo with a suction cup, sticking proudly out from a wall. The thought drives me wild! I buck and grunt as I slam my body up against his stationary member until I enjoy a draining orgasm—sometimes two or three! Finally his self-restraint dissolves in the passionate moment, I feel his hands descend onto my skin and his hips begin thrusting once more . . . and it feels so magnificent!

If you have a tendency to get tired while in this position, or your knees begin to hurt, just support yourself on a couple of pillows tucked under your chest. This will allow you to take your weight off your legs and relax. The pillows should be soft enough to allow the man to burrow his hands between them and your body and touch your tits--although that isn’t strictly necessary, since rubbing your nipples against the pillowcase as you sway back and forth should perk you up.

Another pillow trick is to wedge one between your legs so that your clitoris rubs against it as you are fucked. This may be too much stimulation for some, but others will find it mesmerizing. You can experiment with rougher pillow textures (such as taking one off a fabric sofa) if you need a lot of foreplay before you can let go.

Impersonal? I don’t think so, with all the creative enhancements you can add to doggy style sex. Besides, if you really need to see your lover’s face as you get it on, you can invest in a mirror!

Flat Fucking (February 16, 2007)

An entry over at Alex and Suze’s blog started me thinking about this week’s position. The entry began with Suze having the odd notion that she would like to have sex in the snow. A few frigid seconds outdoors at 11:00 p.m. disabused her of that idea, and she crawled back into her bed to warm up. Alex, who must be a wonderfully skilled lover, was waiting for her and knew just what to do.

Suze called it the “Wishbone.” She lied on her stomach, hugging a pillow, and spread her knees. Alex knelt behind her and spread his thighs outside hers, but let his lower legs curl over hers, with his feet in between hers. That way, the warmth of his body could dispel the chill in hers. Entering her with his stiff cock, Alex was able to drive himself deep. With the aid of her knees and her pillow, Suze could enjoy “the bounce of pleasure,” forcing him in even deeper. The result was “9 out of 10 for ease of entry and a very enjoyable, cervix-punching screw.

I don’t have to run around in the snow to get cold, and I love the rear-entry scenario this time of year because of all the physical contact. It’s like having a man, a hot-blooded, horny man, as a simmering blanket—with a cock! But my technique is a little different.

After suitable foreplay—under the covers, please!—I will lie on my stomach and raise my hips slightly. My lover will come behind me and insert his cock, as he might when having sex doggy style. Instead of getting up on hands and knees, though (too cold outside the covers for that), I will sink slowly down to a prone position on top of the mattress. He will sink down with me, and end up lying atop my supine form, his legs outside mine and his cock buried in my cunt.

What I like about this position is that my pussy is stretched by the compression of my legs and the flat angle of my body. Every stroke is so intense! The man’s cock is pressing against the front of my vagina, rubbing my G-spot if he’s the right length. The force of his weight atop my body is also exciting. I can barely move myself, but why would I want to—his body is so hot, I feel like I’m in the tropics!

The drawback to this position is that it’s relatively easy for the man to slip out of my pussy if his strokes become too long. Once it comes out, it’s awkward and breaks the spell, so to speak, to slide it back in, because I have to rise up again. This is one position where a longer cock is quite an advantage, since it’s less likely to escape my tender folds. Hardin is above average but not super long; he knows he has to work a short, powerful stroke to stay inside and to give me the most pleasure from this position.

In her new manual, Nina Hartley’s Guide to Total Sex, Nina calls this the “collapsed doggy.” She suggests, “As a great butt workout, have him stay still while you ‘fuck’ him, simply by squeezing and relaxing your cheeks. Try it; you’ll see!” That’s an intimate, fun variation, sort of a woman’s version of the cock wiggle!

On a cold February night when you’re longing for a warm bed and a warm man to wrap yourself up in, the flat fucking positions are hard to beat!

Inverted Rear Entry (June 15, 2007)

Trolling the Internet for position ideas the other night, I came across this line drawing (which the artist, Rama, has made free for reproduction). Isn’t this sweet? The lady on top of the man is completely relaxed, enjoying the sensation of his cock inside her pussy. Her friend is generously enhancing her pleasure by licking her clitoral hood and perhaps the clitoris itself. I can just imagine this picture coming to life, the man flexing his hips to penetrate the first woman, who is bucking against him and mewing like a kitten as the second woman pleasures her orally.

If you ignore the second woman for the moment, what you see here is the Inverted Rear Entry Position, as named by those folks at Sex1nfo101.com. Commenters there liked this one because the man has full access to the woman’s body. Her neck, shoulders, breasts, stomach and vagina are all within easy range for stimulation with his hands, and he can kiss the top of her back and her head too.

The great thing about this angle for the woman is G-spot stimulation. A man’s cock, when erect, generally wants to stick straight out and perhaps jut or curve upward a bit. In this position the cock is being pulled much higher than it normally hangs by the woman’s weight. What do the muscles surrounding the penis want to do? Of course—straighten the cock out. So they push the cock forward. The cock, however, is restrained by the folds of the vagina, allowing the sensitive frenulum to rub against the woman’s G-spot. This can be very intense!

What may make it less desirable for some women is the lack of visual contact. She may end up with her head resting on the man’s chest, staring into space. She can feel his hands on her, but really can’t see them. On the other hand, the sensation of being fucked from behind by a man who’s out of view might be a turn-on for some. Or the woman can drop her head alongside the man's, as our lovely in the drawing is doing, and kiss and nuzzle him.

When Hardin and I have sex in this position, penetration is a bit of an issue. In order to thrust, he must plant his feet on the mattress or floor and use them for leverage to raise his hips. The stroke he can maintain is a couple of inches at best, so he has to strain in order to stroke my G-spot effectively. This is fine if the couple is satisfied with friendly, low-intensity fun—and sometimes we are—but if you’re looking for vigorous head-banging action, another position would be better.

Because the man generally cannot fit his entire cock in, this alternative is well-suited for couples when the cock is too long for comfort in one of the deep-penetration positions, like doggy style. Due to the pressure on the G-spot, the woman may feel quite filled without having to worry about his cockhead ramming painfully against the top of her cervix.

If you’re feeling flexible and in the mood for a calm position with lots of skin-on-skin contact, give this one a try. Now about having a second woman join us as in the drawing, I must confess that we’ve never had this happen. Could there be someone out there who would like to join us and try it? I’d give her a chance to ride the cock too. After 15 minutes. Well, maybe a half-hour . . .

Spooning (August 11, 2006)

I awaken dreamily from my deep slumber. The house is quiet; it is still dark. In our bed, my man has cuddled next to me, his front to my back as I lie on my side. My ass rests in the curve of his slender, compact stomach, and his arm holds me tightly around my waist.

But wait! As my mind begins to focus, I feel something hard, something warm, something wonderful pressing into the folds of my fundament. Yes! It is his cock, stiff and eager after a partial night's rest! He is trying to position it to enter me! I spread my legs, oh so slightly, as he reaches down to rub his head against the moistening shores of my heart of passion.

Oh, the anticipation is so delicious! He diddles my clitoris with his cock, and I gasp audibly in pleasure. Emboldened, he traces his tip slowly down my labia to my perineum, soaking up every last drop of my juice. No worries; I'm making more by the second. The anticipation turns to longing, to aching. I want it in me! Now! I express my desire in a low, growling moan.

Slowly, he inserts his cock between my lips. His arm drops to my legs, forcing me down on his member. Fully awake now, I shudder with glee as my first orgasm explodes inside my brain. Inch by inch, the penis penetrates me until I feel his pubic hair smashed against my ass. Then he slowly withdraws it and starts again, only slightly faster.

His arm releases my legs; his hand encircles my breast, tracing its outline in time with his strokes. He works his way to the nipple, rubbing it gently against his palm, then letting it slip between two of his fingers. The stimulation brings me so tantalizingly close to the edge. Then he combines a sharp pinch of the nipple with a vigorous thrust, and another orgasm momentarily washes away my consciousness.

He's fucking me hard now, his cock pistoning in and out of my innards. He moves his hand down the sheet to my other breast, working it over. His other hand has found its way to my shoulder, and he is caressing it. My pleasure is morphing into delirium, the orgasms melding into a rapturous pastiche of joy.

“I'm going to cummmmm," he moans. "Yes, baby, cum in me!" I spit out the words between labored breaths. After three huge thrusts, I feel his cock tense and jerk, and the hot white lava is coating my cavern of love. He kisses my neck tenderly and hugs me tightly. I have never felt better.

In The Joy of Sex (p. 141) it's a la parasseuse, "the lazy position." Xaviera Hollander in Xaviera's Supersex (p. 62) called it "the rape of Morpheus," referring to couples' penchant for doing it late at night or in the early morn. We call it "spooning" or "the spoon position," for our bodies fit together like spoons in a drawer. Whatever you call it, it's beautiful and loving, especially on a cool night when your partner's body warmth is welcome.

It's so simple and natural, too. I find it's very easy for me to get wet with my lover's body in full contact with mine, and his cock (if it's a man) probing my underside. Other than separating my legs a bit to ease his passage, I don't need to do anything but lie there and enjoy. If I'm with a woman, fingers, a vibrator or a strap-on can substitute for a live cock, with excellent results.

The only problem I've had with spooning is that people with less-than-perfect physiques may have trouble getting their genitals in contact with mine. My musician lover is facing this issue--his repertoire of positions is limited by his stomach--but he is working on slimming down during his lonely gig on the other side of the world (which is ending soon; I'm looking forward to seeing him again). As you saw yesterday, I don't have the world's smallest ass, so anyone who wants to use this position must be either slim or fairly well-endowed. Fortunately, Hardin is both!

One of the best features of the spooning position is that, after climax, the man doesn't have to withdraw. He can just stay in the position, leaving his half-erect staff inside me, keeping me warm and happy. There's no better way to drift back off to sleep! And maybe, just maybe, when we awaken he'll be ready to do it again!

The Cherrie (April 7, 2006)

[Note to readers: this was the very first Friday Position!]

You've all seen various standing rear-entry positions (and probably done a few of them). This is a modification I really like.

It started last summer, when we replaced our old mattress. It seems every time we buy new bedding, it stacks higher than the old stuff. In this case, the top of our mattress now comes to about the top of my legs (and I'm not short). This gave me an idea! (We don't have a staff artist or photographer, so you'll have to let your mind do the imaging.)

The woman stands facing the bed, and bends over, supporting her torso with her arms. She spreads her legs about a foot and a half, and juts out her ass. The man (who by now is hopefully hard as a rock after watching this display), steps behind the woman and slips his length up her waiting, dripping (hopefully!) pussy. Ah--instant bliss!

The great thing about this position is that I can go a long, long time, savoring those savage thrusts deep inside. Though I enjoy doggie-style, standing up and supporting myself on the couch with my arms, and similar positions, I can get tired after a while and (with doggie) my knees start to bother me. In this position, if my arms get tired, I just lie down on the mattress. The entry angle isn't affected, and my man just keeps on thrusting. When I'm refreshed, or I want him to squeeze my tits, I lift up and he slides his arms under me!

You may have to adjust your height to make this work. Just choose an appropriate pair of shoes. A pair of 3" heels works wonders for me.

Try it!

Flying Sink Sex (June 1, 2007)

I’ve described before how much fun sex in the bathroom can be. Our counter is just the right height for me to sit on, and for Hardin to slide his hard cock into my pussy while facing me. I can let my legs dangle over the edge or draw them up with my heels on the counter. Or I can lean back and have him hold my thighs as he thrusts into me.

Yet another variation is rear entry while I’m standing. Facing the vanity, I can bend over and spread my legs to ease his passage. I can hold on to the edge of the counter with my hands or lean forward and rest on my elbows. The view in our large mirror of our bouncing bodies as he slams into me is an added thrill, like watching an adult movie featuring us!

Sink sex is really fun when we’ve just come home from dinner or a party and we’re all dressed up. I think men wearing suits are very sexy. Sometimes I’ll just drop my panties (especially if I’m wearing them over a garter belt and thigh-high stockings), lift up my skirt and implore him to pull his cock out of his trousers and stroke it till it gets hard without removing any of his clothes. Of course, I might just sink to my knees and help the process along with lips and tongue. I love leaning back and wrapping stockinged legs around his ass, watching his tie bob back and forth like a huge second cock as he fucks!

But what I really want to tell you about today is a new variant on bathroom sex I found in an article entitled “Positioned for Sex-cess” at http://www.queendom.com/:

The wackiest sexual position I have ever been in is over the bathroom sink. It was a pedestal style sink with a mirror hung on the wall over the basin. He lifted me up while I faced the sink and I supported my weight on the heels of my hands at the outer edge of the basin. My feet did not touch the ground. He entered me from behind causing me to rock forward with each thrust. As I rocked forward my breasts would make contact with the cold mirror causing my nipples to become very hard. From time to time he would cover my breasts with his warm hand(s). Overall, it was a very stimulating encounter.

Now this sounds exciting! There are two features about it that entice me. First is the suspension in mid-air, giving the man complete control of the action. It’s a little like the wheelbarrow position, but it appears to be nowhere near as strenuous. Second is the cold/hot contrast between the mirror and the man’s warm hands on the woman’s breasts. Moderate temperature shifts are an effective way to arouse the nipples, and after rubbing against the chilly mirror glass the touch of hot fingers would be welcome relief. Not only that, but also the sight of boobs compressed against the mirror would be very arousing.

The problem is that we don’t have a pedestal sink in our house that we can use to try this position. (Obviously, the sink also would have to be anchored very securely to the wall to make it work!) So, until we stay in a hotel that offers such a sink, or someone else’s house that has one, we can’t add the Flying Sink Sex position to our repertoire. (It must be rather rare, since I couldn't find a picture of two people engaging in it either.) Which leads to this question: have any of you tried it? And if you have, how did you like it?

The Jasmine (April 28, 2006)

A sturdy, upholstered chair without arms is an essential piece of furniture for any boudoir. There are so many ways lovers can use a chair to enhance their sexual activities. Today we’ll cover one of them.

The Jasmine is a position I found in Cosmopolitan within the past six months, tried with my man and became a believer in the first time I did it. It’s physically demanding for the woman, but when you are rested, refreshed, very horny and looking for something a little different, it can spice up the night.

You start (after suitable foreplay) with the man sitting in the chair, stroking his stiff penis. The woman backs up to him, sits on top of him with her legs outside his and lowers her pussy onto his cock, taking it in. Then, assuming the woman is not already delirious with pleasure, she bends over, head between her knees, grabs her ankles and thrusts vigorously up and down.

Bending over is what makes this position so good from my perspective. The posture stretches and tightens the muscles surrounding my pussy like a violinist fingering a string, making the penetration all the more intense. The woman is in complete control of the timing and depth of each thrust, and can go as fast or tantalizingly slow as she likes to maximize her pleasure. And a little upside-down, blood-rushing-to-the-head dizziness develops after a few thrusts, adding to the excitement.

My man reports that it is quite arousing to be seated in the chair, watching my bare ass bob up and down on his cock. Unlike the lap dance position where I am sitting upright on top of him, he can actually see me, and the visual stimulation compensates for the reduced skin-on-skin contact. Because of the angle of my bent-over body, he can’t see much except for my ass, and he is forced to focus on its unrestrained movement and erotic roundness, to his excitement. Of course, positioning the bedroom dressing mirror so he can see me from the front adds to the fun.

Again, this position is a challenge for the woman. She is supporting herself solely on her legs and the balls of her feet. Maintaining balance is key. After a while, my hamstrings begin to ache, so I need to concentrate on cumming (generally not a problem) or be ready to move to another position before this occurs (it’s fairly easy to transition from the Jasmine to doggie-style on the floor). However, if there are any female softball catchers out there, you may be able to go nine innings in the Jasmine without serious difficulty.

The Jasmine probably isn’t something you’d want to do every time you get it on, but after you try it you’ll see that bedroom chair in an entirely new light.

Woman on Top

2007-06-16T06:40:00.000-05:00

WOMAN ON TOP

The Bent Cowgirl (March 23, 2007)

Ladies, how many of you enjoy having your feet massaged by a lover? I thought so. Look at that show of hands!

Now, all you men out there: have you ever enjoyed an erotic massage of your feet? No?

I've discussed the erotic potential of feet in this space many times. But I hadn't discovered how both partners can enjoy sex while massaging each's other's feet in the process until very recently. If you like foot play, give this variant a try.

The man lies on his back, preferably on a mattress. The woman strokes or fellates the man to near orgasm, enough to make him good and stiff. Then the woman climbs on top of the man reverse cowboy style, facing his feet.

Mmmm . . . doesn't it feel good to have that erect pole sliding into your inviting flesh, ladies? But I digress. Moan and cum on his cock as you shake your ass in his face for his pleasure, then go for the foot maneuver that is the subject of this entry.

With his cock still inside you, bend forward until your face is between his feet and his cock is bouncing inside your pussy. If you can stand it! Now you are nearly prone, your torso parallel to the mattress. His feet should be relaxing atop the bed, lazy and happy. Your job is to get them that way again each evening. Extra points for kissing and licking his toes!

His feet should be within easy reach, so grasp them and start kneading the knots out of his flesh. Meanwhile, stroke your legs backwards and display one on either side of his face. He should get the idea! Ideally, he will take one foot in each hand and rub away. Both of you massaging the tension away from each other's abused feet while making love should be a sublime experience, especially when summer comes to the land! Let's see if you ladies can restrain yourselves from orgasm while your men are lavishing attention on you like this! Of course, if he's not turned on you can try the old standby depicted in our last photo for the week!

The Thirty (September 8, 2006)

Blogging has become a wonderful forum for sharing ideas, techniques and inventions concerning sex. Our position this week comes from the lovely Thirty and the quite handsome and sexy Dirty of http://dirtyandthirty.blogspot.com/, who in their September 3 entry gave us this description of "The Long Hard Weekend F*ck" (their spelling):

"Thereafter, it was serious fucking time. A week's pent up frustration pounded out of our bodies. It ended in beautiful style, with Thirty pushing me onto my back. She mounted me in reverse (with her ass pointing towards me), and leaned as far away from me as far as she could, pulling my cock away from my body almost to breaking point (well it certainly fucking felt like it).

She began to move back and forth in long hard strokes, riding my cock hard, pushing me slowly back over the edge of the bed. I lifted my legs up, and placed them over her shoulder blades (hope you can all imagine this... damn, where's the camcorder when you need it), intensifying the sensation of her long hard thrusts. Thirty brought herself to her last long hard orgasm, and collapsed on the bed."

Well, this surprised me. I had never seen, heard, read about or done anything like this variation on the standard reverse cowgirl. The man curling himself up in a Z, with his cock sticking out of the bottom of the diagonal, and the woman sitting on top of it, fucking away? Sounds wild and fun! With their permission, I'm calling this position the "Thirty" in honor of its inventors. (Thanks, guys!)

We now take you to the Sexual Positions Lab, also known as our bed, where Hardin and moi attempt this new position:

Cherrie: Are you hard?

Hardin: Feel it. (I feel his cock. Yes, it is hard!)

Cherrie: O.K., lie down, and I'll get on top. (Hardin scoots down the bed a foot and positions himself in the middle of it, his dong waving in the air.)

Hardin: Fuck me, bitch!

(I slide down his pole in the standard reverse cowgirl, with my legs outside his.)

Hardin: No, that's not going to work. I can't raise my legs. Get off. (I rise up.) I have to spread my legs, with you in between. (He spreads his legs.) Try now.

Cherrie: O.K. (lowering myself) Aaah . . .His cock feels good in me, but it's only in an inch or two since I can't sink as far down on it with his legs spread and mine in between his. Hardin raises his legs. I feel his feet resting on my shoulder blades. We fuck for a while. It's kind of kinky, but I just can't get good penetration.

Cherrie: Wait, I have an idea. (I bend over, looking between my legs at his balls, and reach for them, caressing them.)

Hardin: Mmmm, that's good, baby. (I see his asshole peeking at me and move my fingers down to massage it. My cunt sinks a little deeper on his cock.) Ooooh, yeahhh! Do it, do it!

I have another idea.

Cherrie: Let me get off for a minute. (I get off and open the toy drawer.)

Hardin: (furiously pounding his meat) Hurry!

I dig out the blue vibrator, the one we use for anal play, and with a nasty smile climb back on the bed and sink his cock into my cunt again. He raises his legs and crunches as far down in the Z as he can go, exposing his asshole. I turn on the vibe and begin to rub it on his opening, stroking my body up and down his member.

Hardin: Oh, yes! Shove it in, love! Shove it in!

He's getting excited, I can tell. His body is bouncing up and down like a spring. More of his cock is getting into me now. I had dried up a bit getting the vibe, but now my wetness has returned. I feel his dong trying to press toward the rear of my vagina, but more so than in the average reverse cowgirl. It's not the same as hitting my G-spot, but erotic in its own way. Curled up with my head upside down on the mattress, I start fucking his ass with the blue buzzer. I like the sensation of fucking him as he fucks me. We're both getting hot now!

Hardin: Fuck, is this hot! C'mon, baby! Fuck yourself on my cock!

Cherrie: Aaaaaah! YesYesYesYes! (first cum of the session)

Hardin: (moans) Do me, you bitch! Fuck me with that thang!

I'm very turned on now. The vibrator is halfway up his ass, and I love the sense of control this gives me. But my knees are starting to ache, and I need to finish. I bounce up and down harder, and shove it in deeper.

Hardin: I'm going to cummmmmm . . .

I feel his hot sauce shoot inside of me. I rise up off his cock, looking at it upside down in its cummy, gooey splendor, and withdraw the vibrator from his ass. I turn, we embrace and kiss.

Hardin: I'd say that experiment was a success, Dr. Cherrie!

Cherrie: I think we'll have to run some more tests to be sure!

On the Stairs (September 22, 2006)

“Did you hear about Tom and Karen doin’ it in the stairwell?”

If you went to a public high school, you might have heard something like this whispered with a snicker in homeroom, during gym class or while lining up for showers afterward. (As for me, I went to an all-girl parochial school, but Hardin filled me in on what I missed.) The stairwell seemed to be the favorite place for libidinous teenagers to escape school drudgery for a little passion. It tended to be dark, quiet and private enough, at least between classes, to facilitate a variety of dirty deeds with the delicious chance of being caught, or almost (buckling belt, smoothing skirt) caught.

Of course, those school stairwells also were cold and austere, linoleum or tile with non-skid strips on the edges. Not the sort of place to rest the smooth skin of a young woman’s backside! Fortunately, we have a carpeted stairway right outside the Sexual Positions Lab that we used recently to research stairwell sex in relative comfort. And, as always, we’re glad to share the results of our experiments.

The uneven surface of the stairs is great for oral sex. The giver can easily position himself/herself at the right height to pleasure the recipient, who can relax, lean back and enjoy the visual and sensual feast. Hardin found the layout particularly accommodating for straight-on cunnilingus simply because our queen-size bed just isn’t large enough for both of us to lie prone without one of us (usually him) half-hanging off the edge. For me, any oral attention is cause for a moaning, whimpering celebration making me want to carry the festivities one step further . . .

The stairs don’t work quite as well for front-entry copulation (I hesitate to call this “missionary style,” which to me takes place on a flat surface). Due to the rise between the stairs, the man’s angle of penetration tends to be somewhat off, and he can’t get all the way in without the woman suspending herself in midair like a crab-soccer player, which in my case threatened to strain my back. Maximum effort for minimal stimulation? Let’s try something else.

Rear-entry, or doggy-style, works well in this milieu. I found that hoisting my ass in the air lined my pussy up evenly with Hardin’s cock while he was kneeling behind me. The stairs offered me enough support to keep my back level and stress-free, as well as to leverage my body and thrust back at him. Orgasmic relief soon followed . . .

The position I liked best, though, was reverse lap dancer. Hardin sat on the stairs, his cock hardened and slickened by our previous maneuver. I stood in front, my back and ass facing him, and lowered myself as he guided his missile toward the intended target. Thanks to the uneven surface of the stairs, I was able to rest my feet one step higher than his, which gave me more leverage to flex my legs and control the tempo of our intercourse. He could lean back, supported by the stairs behind him at a 45-degree angle, or sit up and caress my boobs from behind. It didn’t take him long to move from the first to the second! His release inside me after about ten minutes of happy bouncing was so sweet.

I participated in these tests wearing my new Brazilian lace cami and G-string. The G-string was no problem; when I wanted him to have access I just stretched the thong part around my ass. Hardin thought feeling my breasts through the soft, unstructured lace was quite arousing, and to tell you a secret you already know, I did too!If you’re a high schooler (over 18 only, of course) or want to feel like one, a session on the stairs may be just the hall pass!

In The Doorway (March 16, 2007)

Back on November 20, 2006, I wrote about eight “new” positions that Cosmopolitan Magazine described in an article entitled “Cosmo’s Most Creative Sex Positions Ever!” Our reaction: some looked enticing, some downright exciting, some so-so. Indefatigable researchers that we are, we’ve been trying them out when the mood strikes us, and one has become a favorite.

Here’s what we said about it in the November entry:

Doorway Play—“Standing-up sex can be a challenge,” this segment begins. If you or your man isn’t up to a free-standing screw—the man supporting the woman by her ass, the woman hanging on to his shoulders for dear life—the article suggests bracing the man against a door frame might do the trick. The woman then lowers herself onto his erection reverse-cowgirl style and uses the opposite side of the doorway for balance.Our reaction: This is basically the same as a lap dance on a chair, without the chair. We haven’t tried it, because Hardin thinks it would be too difficult to suspend his torso in midair while I am slamming my weight down on it. But I want to try it! Help me work on him, will you?

It turns out he didn’t need much encouragement; we tried copulating in this position within days after the entry was posted. And to Hardin’s surprise, we both liked it! Hardin’s concern was that there wouldn’t be enough friction between his back and the frame to support my weight, leaving it all resting on his thighs and calves. But that wasn’t a problem. The frame supported him well, and he found he was able to withstand even my most enthusiastic slamming without discomfort.
This position has all the advantages of the lap dance, or you can think of it as spooning in an upright position. The man’s hands are completely free to roam the woman’s body. Usually we start out with his arms around my waist, or his hands holding my sides, guiding my pussy up and down his erection like a real-life version of one of those latex cock sleeves. But before too long I feel his fingers creeping up to my breasts, grabbing them to keep them from bouncing or tweaking my nipples just when I need a little extra stimulation to reach orgasm! Or he might sensually scrape his fingernails down my back as I grind on his cock. How sexy!

Penetration? Not a problem; it’s about the same as any rear-entry position. The man can sink his cock in really deep if he wants. And what woman wouldn’t want that?

What this position requires is not a doorway so much as a passageway between rooms that does not have molding protruding from it. Most doorways have molding to hold the door in place when it is closed. The problem with that is that the molding sticks in the man’s back rather uncomfortably. As you know from our pictures, we have a smooth-sided passageway from our boudoir to our bathroom that’s about 36” wide (just shy of a meter for you metric readers), which works perfectly for people our size.

Cosmo’s article suggested that the woman should “Leave on a pair of sexy stiletto heels . . . and nothing else.” Great idea! This is one position that allows me to wear and showcase my shoe collection without the bane of high heels—having to walk in them. Stilettos, wedges, platforms, clogs, boots—they’ve all take their turns in the doorway, along with thigh-high and suspender stockings, garter belts and corsets. And, of course, nothing at all!

I really wish I had photos to show you, but it’s hard to take them when you are having so much fun! Just try this yourself and you’ll see.

Rock My World (September 15, 2006)

Over twenty years ago, one of my early lovers gave me a wonderful present: an old-fashioned rocking chair made of solid oak that he carefully stained and finished. Even though we ended our relationship long ago, I still think of the happy times we shared when I look at it or sit in it.

But Hardin and I have found it useful for another purpose. Sex in a rocking chair is friendly, fun and uniquely stimulating. The back-and-forth motion of the chair adds to the in-and-out motion of conventional sex, leaving me breathless in my arousal. And it’s not particularly strenuous for either partner, unlike the last two positions I’ve covered in this space.

Hardin was more than happy to oblige my request to bring this description of rocking-chair sex to you. We began our test session with him sitting nude on the chair, legs spread. Also nude, I crawled in his lap and we began kissing as he rocked gently back and forth. I love the motion; it turns me on! Licking his neck and ears, I could feel his cock hardening under me. Wordlessly, I slid onto the carpet and took his luxuriant length in my mouth, slurping it up to his shaved balls. He placed a hand on the back of my head and rocked himself back and forth on the chair, his cock sliding in and out between my hot red lips. Being mouth-fucked that way made me so hot!

I could stand it no more. Straightening up, I turned my back to him and sat slowly down on that bad-boy erection, savoring the sensation as it stretched my clenched but juicy opening. He pulled his legs together as I spread mine for maximum penetration. When his cock was in to the hilt, he began rocking the chair and I began pumping up and down his pole with my legs.

Every time he rocked, I could feel his cock penetrate me more deeply, more forcefully. I had control of my own motions, but not his, and when he moved the chair unexpectedly he transferred his momentum to my pussy with delicious results. Particularly when he rocked forward, his penis rubbed against my G-spot, causing me to moan in pleasure.

“Slow down,” I asked him, inspired to try something a bit different. I pushed his legs apart and sat down on him again. Bending over, I attempted the Jasmine position I wrote about earlier. I looked back, under myself, and saw his balls resting between his legs. Reaching, I caressed them with my fingers, then massaged his perineum, causing him to groan. He moved the chair in slight, abrupt movements, like the short but strong thrusts he might make when he is about to cum. My pussy stretched tight by the Jasmine, each movement of his cock inside me was extra sensuous, extra stimulating, extra terrific!

One drawback of this sexual venue became obvious as I was about to reach orgasm. The chair smashed into our mirror! We hadn’t allowed enough room for our maneuvers, and in our enjoyment we didn’t realize that the chair was scooting an inch or two toward the wall with each rocking motion. Hardin pushed it forward, we resumed fucking and before long I was screaming in orgasmic ecstasy once again! (And yes, next time we will position the chair to face the mirror so we can watch ourselves.)

You can try this with the woman facing the man, her knees on the seat of the chair, in addition to the reverse-cowgirl position we used. The problem with the former, for us, is that we don’t have a cushion for the seat, and my knees aren’t strong enough to endure up-and-down thrusting off such a hard surface. Another note: if the man is as adventuresome as the woman, the woman might try keeping a vibrator or dildo within reach. I’m sure Hardin was providing enough clearance for me to tease his asshole with a toy while in the bent-over Jasmine stance. Next time, I just might do that!

I never had sex with my old lover in the chair. His loss! If you have a rocker available, you can experience the pleasures he missed.

Slap Happy (January 26, 2007)

Ten months of writing this blog, and a year or two of being a lurker and anonymous commenter on other sex blogs before starting my own, have changed my attitudes about certain sexual practices. Anal, for example. A year ago I was still observing my self-imposed embargo on anal penetration, because it had become uncomfortable and I was not happy with the lubricants I had tried. Reading about the bed-shaking experiences some of you enjoyed with anal, and finding a new lube I liked, turned me completely around. Now I enjoy having Hardin slide his erection into my well-lubricated anus on special days, and I daydream about what it would be like to experience a double penetration for real.

Spanking is another example. In past years, spanking was something I really wasn’t into. I did have a bisexual male lover many years ago who liked it when I spanked him (more about him will be revealed in upcoming Memory Mondays), and so I did it out of a sense of obligation—pity, really. Nonetheless, spanking just wasn’t my thing, and I steered clear of other entanglements where physical abuse was desired and even encouraged.

Many of you have the opposite opinion, craving the sensation of an open palm or a blunt
instrument stinging your flesh as a prelude or accompaniment to the main act of sex. I’ve been aroused enough by your hot tales of physical pleasure that I’ve started experimenting with a bit of spanking myself. I’m not submissive by nature and don’t let it go too far—I’m not looking for a black-and-blue ass like some of you sport—but I now have a fuller appreciation of what a well-placed whack can bring to the game.

The other night, I was feeling particularly horny. After Hardin and I removed our clothes, I pushed him back on the bed and attacked his cock with my mouth. Swirling my tongue over its head, I licked, kissed and sucked it to its full length, jutting out from his torso in juicy perfection. Then I smiled at him, rose on my knees as if to mount him—and suddenly turned around, lowering my dripping pussy over his protuberance in the reverse cowgirl position.

We have found that the reverse cowgirl is excellent for spanking. My ass is gyrating right in front of his face, and his hands are free to slap it as much as he likes. I can rise up off his cock, cradling its head in my lips, to give him a little more clearance for his sweet swats, then cram it back into my pussy to compound the sensation. And because I’m facing the other way, I never know when the next blow is coming, which adds to the thrill!

Kneeling on the bed, I rotated my buns atop his cock, giving him no doubt what I wanted. I felt his hands running deliciously over the tightly-stretched skin covering my posterior, my muscles undulating expectantly under his touch, when—WHACK!—I felt the sting of his open hand on my buttock! I gasped at the sensation, jammed his cock deeper inside and stroked his penis up and down my vagina.

WHACK! “Fuck me harder, bitch!” Hardin commanded. I moaned and strained my body down on his to comply, picking up the tempo of my stroking. WHACK! “I said fuck me, you goddamn whore!” Hardin snarled, grabbing my waist and forcing me down on his erection. Out of nowhere an orgasm burst from inside me, causing me to scream in lust. Just as I came down from this high, there was another WHACK! and then yet another, reducing me to a quivering mass of flesh impaled on his throbbing member.

“You bitch!” WHACK! “Keep fucking me! Make me cum!” Some of you write about getting into “sub space.” I won’t call what Hardin gets into “dom space,” since he really isn’t into that, but from time to time he does get rough with me—and I love it! “You son of a bitch!” I hissed through clenched lips, feeling another orgasm light the far corners of my brain. His hands were around my torso now, his fingernails digging into my tits. His ass was bouncing up and down on the mattress, driving his stiff dick deeper into me as he held me down. His fingers found my nipples and began pinching them until I moaned in response to the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure I felt . . .

WHACK! He let go of my boobs and went back to spanking my ass. I felt my buttskin glowing like a red neon sign, my nipples stinging as if they had been attacked by hornets, my pussy gushing its sweet juice all over his thighs. Up and down his rigid pole I rode, again and again, squeezing my muscles as hard as I could to feel my rapid-fire orgasms and induce him to feel his own . . .

Which came suddenly in the form of a surge of semen shooting straight up into me. I rode him for a few more strokes, the echoes of our crescendos of borderline abuse receding in my brain, until he softened and popped out of my pussy. Exhausted, but fully satisfied, I laid my sweat-soaked body next to his and kissed him tenderly.

We don’t incorporate spanking into our bedroom routine often, and I don’t envision taking up permanent residence in the D/s world. But we’ve found spanking can be an exciting diversion, and I plan on making some repeat visits into that exotic domain. Since I’m not a sub, one of the things I look forward to is turning the tables on Hardin when I get my next chance to fuck him in the ass with my strap-on! I’d like to see his tight ass glowing red from my spanking, like the fire in a potbelly stove . . .

The Rickshaw (June 22, 2007)

Now here's a spicy little number I found while searching for more of the best sex positions on the Internet. If you are a flexible male or an uninhibited female, you might want to try it!

It's called The Rickshaw, and it's one of those positions that looks much more difficult than it is. To do it you will need a chair or something else that will hold the man at a comfortable height. The man will appreciate it if the chair is padded!

Like the Thirty (see http://friday-positions.blogspot.com/2007/06/woman-on-top.html), this position involves the man inserting his penis into the woman while holding it behind his legs. If you or your man is not comfortable with this, you or he won't enjoy it. If you (the man) haven't tried it, you should experiment a bit before performing in front of a live audience.

In this position, the woman takes control. I would start the sequence by having the man sit down in the chair and giving him a warm, sloppy blowjob until he is nice and hard. He's going to need every bit of blood he can coax into his cock before we get started.

The man then would scoot down in the chair to the point where he is lying flat on his back, his lower torso off the chair and supported by his legs. Now it is up to you, my lady. Order him to hold his cock between his legs with his hand as you squat down, your back to him, and pick up his legs with your hands on his feet.

It's challenging, without practice, to guide the cock into the promised land of your pussy when facing away from the target. Our hint: let the man do it with his hand, and accept his assistance graciously. The woman's job is to adjust her vagina to an appropriate height, and then to fuck herself with the man's cock, held between his legs, by raising and lowering his feet. You'll get better at this with time.

If you want to have control over your man, this is the way to do it. The man is unable to move on his own, being suspended between the chair and the support of your arms. You can insert his cock as deeply or shallowly as you want, as quickly or slowly as you want, and in the places you want to caress.

The woman won't be able to see the man, so partners using this position need to be extra vocal with each other. If the man, in particular, likes what the woman is doing, he should let her know. The woman, in turn, should be following his instructions to give him the maximum pleasure possible. You might try massaging his feet (individually, of course) as you fuck yourself with him.

Ladies, if you are faced with the prospect of sex with a man who's cock is too large for comfort, doing the nasty in this position will reduce the amount of length he will be able to get in your pussy, which should make the entire experience more pleasurable for you. And he'll think you're quite inventive, dreaming up this position on a moment's notice.

The inventors of this position call it the Rickshaw, after this popular means of travel in south Asia. The frame with which the man in blue is pulling the conveyance would have to be shortened considerably for the people seated on the cart to be able to pleasure him in this position, but you get the idea. You also need to give up the urge to be held and carressed during sex, since the man can't reach your interesting bits. If you can accomplish that, you and he should be able to enjoy the challenges of this position!

Rock the Cradle (June 29, 2007)

Are you a woman who enjoys taking control of your sexual encounters? At least once in a while?The woman-on-top or cowgirl positions are made for you, and you probably know most of the common variations. The woman straddles the man on her knees or on her feet, facing the man or away from him, and controls the tempo of the penetration—fast, slow, in between, circular, whatever feels good at the moment. I love watching my man grimace and strain in response to my motion, forcing him to take his pleasure as I see fit to give it to him.An extreme example of a woman on top position is our feature this week, courtesy of The Ultimate Sex Guide (http://www.videosexpositions.com/). In this position, which the Guide calls “Rock the Cradle,” the woman is in absolute control since she holds down the man’s extremities as she fucks him.

For this position, one man with a strong erection is required (and you lusty ladies out there know how to accomplish that!). When his cock is at the desired degree of rigidity, he lies completely flat on the bed or floor, arms and legs spread, penis throbbing in the air.

The woman then places her hands in back of her torso, resting them on his thighs, and her feet on his shoulders as she inserts his erection into her vagina. Yes, it’s similar to the other cowgirl positions, but the woman is now restraining the man’s movements. He can’t raise his knees or reach your breasts with his hands unless you let him do it.

What’s the point of that, you might wonder if you enjoy a man’s caresses as you fuck him from on top. Sometimes, just as a change of pace, I like being in total control. Sex is as much a mind game as a physical sport, and holding the man back increases the sense of domination that I feel. It is rather intoxicating to hold a strong man down, straining under my weight to touch me, but not able to do so unless I allow it.

This position does require a bit more athletic ability than the standard cowgirl. Your legs are more or less useless, and you have to lift and lower yourself with your arms. But it’s easier than you might think, and a healthy workout besides. Your man must be able to support your weight, making this a good position for couples where the woman is small and the man has a beefy body with muscles that can support her easily.

Of course, I usually give in before my lust is sated, because I long for his touch as well. But holding back increases the pleasure and excitement of manual stimulation when it finally happens, causing an orgasmic rush as his hands scratch my back, tweak my nipples or slap my ass!

A variant of this position would be to tie the man down with physical restraints. We have a four-poster bed that would be perfect for this. I have very little experience with bondage, but the idea of a nude man spread-eagle on my bed, tied down with black ropes, cock waving in the breeze, as I take my time to decide how to enjoy myself with him does give me a thrill!

The Crab Walk (August 3, 2007)

I am watching an old adult film called Swinging Four-Ways, lazily fingering my labia as I lie nude on my bed. Two women from Europe in California for a holiday, meeting two studly local dudes, going in an apartment, sitting on the couch, talking for a minute about how much they like being in the U.S., then removing their clothes, unzipping the men’s flies and giving them blowjobs . . .

You know, just another day in the San Fernando Valley!

The fellatio, I must admit, is pretty hot, and eventually the guys get their clothes off and position themselves to fuck the women. Guy #1 kneels on the floor, lifts and spreads his girl’s legs and stuffs his hard cock in. Nice! But what the other couple does awakens me from my salacious, semi-conscious reverie.

The woman faces the man and slides part-way off the couch, the small of her back resting on the cushion, her legs (hot shoes, by the way!) flexed and holding her pussy in mid-air. Guy #2, meanwhile, has assumed the old “crab walk” position that many of us learned in physical education during our school years. You know, where you are bent backward, resting on your hands and feet, but your ass is in the air.

With the girl rubbing her dripping slot, Guy #2 shuffles his suspended body between her legs, his erection bobbing in the breeze. When he gets close enough, she grasps his cock, rubbing it against her lovelips a time or two, then sinking her body around it. An agonizing look of pleasure spreads across her face as he fucks her by moving his torso up and down, the exertion palpable in his gritted teeth.

Mesmerizing!

“Want to try it?” asks Hardin.

Of course! Hardin presses “stop” on the remote and rolls over my body in the 69 position. A few minutes of oral stimulation get him good and stiff, and we walk over to our leather sofa to replicate what we just saw on the screen.

It must be the wine we had for dinner that has me trying this. Normally, I would recoil in pain at any suggestion of putting a strain on my fragile back. But I slide off the leather just like the woman in the film, offering my wide-open pussy for Hardin’s pleasure. I am surprised when my precarious state doesn’t result in any pain.

Hardin is cheating! He scoots along the floor on his ass, then lifts himself up in the crabwalk position when he gets between my legs. “What a wimp!” I exclaim. He just smiles.

I take his erection—it’s a bit soft from the exertion, but serviceable—and guide it into my tunnel of love. Hardin begins thrusting it in, and I moan in pleasure. But despite his energetic pumping, he can only get it in about halfway. My legs block truly deep penetration.

What I find fun about this position is that I’m on top, and he’s doing all the work. I just lie serenely with my back resting on the edge of the sofa cushion, my arms out to either side for stabilization. He, in turn, is vigorously exerting himself, huffing and puffing to achieve every possible millimeter of penetration. This looks like quite a tiring exercise for the man!

The negatives are the need for a couch that’s about the right height and provides the proper degree of firmness, the challenge of achieving full penetration, and the fact that his hands are unavailable to assist in my stimulation. It’s hard for me to play with myself, too, since I feel much more secure when my arms are holding me into position.

So, the crabwalk is a novelty that looks quite arousing on film, but might be just a little too difficult and not satisfying enough for most lovers. If you try it and come up with some techniques that make this position more fulfilling, let me know! Knowledge is of little value unless it is shared.

Sideways Positions

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SIDEWAYS POSITIONS

Sideways (May 19, 2006)

My position this Friday is sideways, one of the four basics (missionary, sideways, doggie-style and woman on top) that I think should be part of every able-bodied couple’s repertoire.

Once you are warmed up, lie on a large bed or area on the carpet (you need a lot of space for this) with the woman on her back, more or less perpendicular to the man. The man should be on his side. The woman raises her far leg (the one farther from the man) off the surface and slides it between the man’s legs. At the same time, she lifts her close leg in the air, above the man’s top leg. The partners’ legs are intertwined as the man pulls the woman closer and inserts his penis into her vagina.

I love this position! My hands are free to stimulate my clitoris or my breasts if I’m in the mood for some self-pleasuring. I can reach over and play with my partner’s nipples, too. He can reach my clit and my tits easily as well. How erotic it feels to have my erect nipples in his hands, being rolled gently between his fingers, as he thrusts vigorously away!

Many variations in leg positions are possible. When my man is about to cum, he often lifts my close leg high in the air with his hand, allowing him to insert his cock just a bit deeper. That usually sends me over the edge one more time! You can also try the porn star variant, with the man holding both the woman’s legs in the air in an L-shaped position as he thrusts his cock between them, but I find this less comfortable.

This is a good threesome position as well. I find that, when doing an MFM threesome (male-female-male), the men enjoy watching each other but are often uncomfortable about touching each other (something about not wanting to appear gay, can you imagine that?). I can easily eat one man while fucking the other sideways, and the twain will never meet. With an FFM threesome there are even more possibilities. The second woman can lower herself onto the fucking woman’s mouth for some oral fun, or she can lick and suck the fucking woman’s clit as the man’s cock moves in and out (or both, if she can keep her concentration). It’s particularly erotic when she pulls out the cock, sucks it a few times, then slides it back in with a smile! Of course, the women should trade off from time to time!

The funny thing about the sideways position is that it took us years to master it, and even now we can only do it competently when I am on my man’s right. Not long ago we tried the mirror image, with me on his left, and we couldn’t figure out how to position our legs, collapsing in laughter! I guess we’ll need several more years of practice to figure that out!

The Tangled T (June 8, 2007)

RIGHT: Rotate this woman's torso 90 degrees to the right and you'll have a good approximation of the Tangled T.

The loose theme of this week’s posts has been the challenges and benefits of sexual relationships with several people at the same time. One of the most valuable benefits, from my perspective, is the cross-pollination of sexual techniques and ideas that takes place when you have sex with different people. It’s almost impossible to fall into a rut of doing it the same few ways, day after day. Everyone will want to get it on a little differently, and you can take what you learn and pass it on to your other partners.

This week’s position is an excellent example. I have to credit Ron with it, as it is rather unique. I’ve combed through my sex manuals and failed to find an illustration of it in any of them. I thought Alex and Suze had described it in their blog (http://www.alexsuze.com/, highly recommended), but the position they featured (on March 27, 2007) is slightly different. And a half-hour of searching Google Images failed to locate a single photo of people enjoying sex in this way. So I’ll do my best to describe it for you in words:

In this position, the man kneels with his torso upright after achieving erection. The woman lies before him, perpendicular to his body, on her side (I’ve been using the right side, but either would do), supporting her head with one arm. She raises one leg (in my example, the left leg) to rest on his shoulder, and curls the other leg around his body so that her calf is against his ass. The man then grabs her by the waist and lifts her up and toward him to achieve insertion.

What’s great about this position is the penetration. With my legs spread very wide, the man can insert his entire length with ease, so deep that I can easily feel his balls against my labia. And he has great freedom of movement—up, down, in, out, sideways, massaging my clitoris or my G-spot as he pleases. Meanwhile, the man has the full view of my body, both front and back. By moving his head, he can watch my boobs bounce or my ass rock, whatever gets him turned on from a sexual perspective. I can reach up with my free hand and play with his nipples (Ron, you know you like this!) or stroke my clit for added pleasure.

Now what about that leg of mine behind his ass? Well, that’s the key! Using the leg, I have a measure of control over him. If he hits a spot just perfectly inside me, I can contract the leg and hold him right there for extra pleasure. If I want to let him go and exercise a little creativity on his own, I just relax it. Even if the leg is just lying there, the skin-on-skin contact is oh-so-sensual!

This is a fairly athletic position. The woman has to contort her body severely, and balance herself on her side. The man has to hold the woman up and thrust in and out on his knees, which may ache over time. Our hint: do it on a bed or a well-padded carpet.

If you can figure out the Tangled T position from this description, and put it in practice, you’ll be doing something very few other people are doing—and you may find it’s satisfying and fun! Give it a try and let me know how you like it!

The "Sideways Ron" (August 10, 2007)

I love learning a new sex position when I’m just fooling around!

The scene: Sunday morning at Ron’s. We had a delightful dinner the night before, but we were tired and fell asleep in each other’s arms. When I wake up with dawn’s early light, Ron is cuddled behind me, his hand on my breast, manipulating my nipple. What a way to get me started!

I feel his erection pressing into my ass, but that’s not where I want it! “How do you want me?” I ask him. “Doggie,” is the answer. Right answer! I’m up on all fours in a moment (I was still waking up, or I’d do it faster), and soon he is kneeling behind me and stuffing his delicious cock into my swollen, dripping vagina. It is so good . . .He fucks me hard, then slows down, then speeds up again. I am merrily absorbing his thrusts, cumming as I please, alternately laughing out loud and swearing at him to fuck me harder . . .

And then he does something to me I’ve never had done before.

He transitions me onto my right side without withdrawing his penis, while he is still kneeling. My right leg finds its way between his, and my left leg curls itself around his ass.

Oooh, this is interesting! His cock is hitting different spots inside my pussy, providing all sorts of new stimulations. Because his length is entering me at a skewed angle, I am more aware of each thrust, and just more into the moment. I find myself pulling my body closer to his with my leg, wanting to add my motion to his own.

And then comes the first blow. WHACK! His flat hand collides with my exposed cheek, sending a shiver of alarm through my body.But that merely intensifies the sensations of this horny fuck. I moan with delight and beg him to spank me again. And he does, swearing about what a horny bitch I am and how he is going to give me the biggest orgasm of my life. WHACK! He thrusts harder. WHACK! I scream louder. WHACK! He groans with pleasure. WHACK! My juices are streaming down my thigh in joy!

Time for another transition! He grabs my ankle and flips me on my back, completing a 180-degree rotation without pulling his dong out. My heels are on his shoulders as he kneels with his body erect and jackhammers his thick tool into my voracious cunt. That huge orgasm I always crave is building just as surely as the determination on Ron’s face and the sweat on his forehead. It begins in my overstimulated pussy and bursts up my spinal cord into my brain, exploding there in a paroxysm of complete and total pleasure.

As I come to, I see that Ron has also had a huge orgasm. But is he spent? No! And we spend most of the rest of the day fucking again and again . . .

The position where the woman is sideways and the man is kneeling and entering her from behind is a very unusual one. It isn’t described in any of my sex manuals, and I can’t recall seeing it acted out in any of the hundreds of adult films in my library. The only illustration I could find was in that old standby, The Joy of Sex, which reproduced a number of erotic Indian drawings to illustrate the possibilities of mating.

SexInfo101.com offers a position called the “Screw” which is somewhat similar (see http://sexinfo101.com/sp_screw.shtml), but in this variant the man is kneeling on the floor and the woman is on a bed or a couch. This probably makes it easier for the man to achieve full penetration, but it appears to take away the askew angle that made Ron’s cock so exciting in this pose. The site comments that, because of the man’s freedom of movement and the “rotated penetration angle,” this is “one of the hottest sex positions around.” If, because of the varying proportions of you and your partner, you find the cockeyed thrusts of the cock too uncomfortable, you can always raise the woman’s ass by slipping a pillow or two underneath her to even things out.

What should we call this unique position? I think it should be named after the man who introduced it to me—the “Sideways Ron.” Ron, I can think of no greater honor to bestow than naming one of my Friday Positions after you. How can you reciprocate? Do me this way again this weekend!

Standing Positions

2007-06-16T06:27:00.000-05:00

STANDING POSITIONS

Stand-Up Comedy (April 14, 2006)

Leafing through the Playboy catalog that comes to the house (we don’t subscribe; I suppose we get it because adult movie purveyors sell their mailing lists), one item stood out among the banal bunny-logo camis and fishnet body stockings. “NEW! Show her you’re strong enough to be her man,” begins the ad copy for the “self-supported sex swing” on p. 25. The ad shows a female model (modestly attired in black bustier and G-string) humping away on a hunk (also wearing a G-string; c’mon, Hef, show some skin) with her legs through slings attached to a harness strapped around the man’s shoulders, an aid to the rarely-seen position of stand-up sex.

Yes, the bondage implications of this apparatus are a tad bit kinky, but I’m wondering how she got herself into the thing in the first place (stepping off a bed? extraordinarily flexible hip joints?), and how ridiculous the guy must have looked as he wore the harness waiting for her (“Honey, where are the rest of the Clydesdales?”)

If you’d rather save $79 plus shipping and handling, try Cherrie’s method for achieving stand-up nirvana. You need two things: a tabletop, vanity, couch back or other surface about 30” off the floor, and a man of reasonable strength with a very hard cock.

When I’m in the mood for a stand-up, I’ll give the man head till he’s stiff, then sit on the tabletop and play with myself as he beats his meat. When we’re ready, I put my legs through his waiting arms, throw my arms around his neck and hold on tight as he lifts me and slips his erection into my waiting, wanting vagina. Wrapping my legs round his ass, I moan in ecstasy as he thrusts in and out. A couple of minutes is usually all it takes to reach a huge orgasm!

We have a large mirror above our vanity which adds to the fun when we do this in our bathroom. There’s nothing like watching yourself have sex to add to the excitement!

Shower Sex (February 8, 2007)

Being a sensuous libertine, I place a great emphasis on cleanliness. After all, the most interesting parts of our bodies are also the parts that emit smelly, germy excrement. To enjoy ourselves to the fullest without running afoul of the “ewww!” factor, Hardin and I wash ourselves regularly.

We have two bathrooms with showers. One is a stall with an unusual feature—a built-in flat surface where you can sit down. The other is a conventional bathtub which is a little larger. We alternate between the two, although we use the shower stall more often because it’s in the bath adjacent to our bedroom.

Quite often we shower together. If I’m washing my hair, I go in first and do that. I have lots of long hair, and it takes me a while to shampoo, rinse, add conditioner, wait and rinse. Hardin sits on the toilet and, he says, watches my nude form through the frosted glass. Of course, he’s not just watching; he’s often putting one of his hands to good use! Why else would he be preceded by a fleshy protuberance when he eventually opens the shower door?

By the time he comes in the stall, I’ve luxuriated in the hot water for some time and am feeling relaxed and receptive to some male attention. I hand Hardin the scented soap and allow him to wash every inch of my body, starting with my back. I love feeling his hands on my back, lathering up the soap, scrubbing it into my pores, dragging his nails against my reddening skin. Mmmm . . .

His hands move down to my ass. They lovingly encircle each buttock, his fingers tracing my crack. He carefully washes my anus, then reaches down to my thighs. “Turn around,” he says, and I rotate so that the spray that was hitting my front is now spiriting the suds off my back.Now he starts washing my front. His fingers massage my neck and shoulders—oh, that feels so good!—and then his hands find my breasts. I know these are his favorites, because he spends so much time making sure each one is extra clean. The bar of soap slips between my pink orbs and around my brown areolas, my nipples now standing at attention, drops of water about to fall from their tips.

My stomach is next, and then my pussy—my pussy! Hardin rubs the bar of soap firmly against my bare-skinned labia, and eventually between them, letting its smooth, slick surface bump up against my clitoris! Two fingers work the suds back and forth, readying my genitalia for carnal delights to come. I am moaning and holding onto his shoulders. We kiss without breaking his rhythm, the hot water continuing to hiss off my back . . .

Now it’s his turn! I take the soap from him and sink to my knees. Usually there’s only two parts of him that I wash . . . the two I’m most interested in, of course. Taking his cock in my hand, I soap it up until it is slick and hard, then I distribute some of the suds around his balls. Seeing a hard cock poking out of a sudsy patch of pubic hair is such a delight!

I pull him over to the water and rinse him off. His cock looks so inviting . . . so red and hard. I can’t resist! With the warm shower water falling on my head, I close my eyes and allow his lingam to feel its way between my lips. I eat him merrily, his moans echoing off the tile walls as my mouth reaches the base of his sexy staff. One of his hands grips my soaking head, while my free hand massages my sore, steaming pussy.

I can take no more! I push him onto the bench, his hard cock poking out of his lap like a Minuteman missile, turn around and sit on it! It sinks into my hot cunt to the hilt with no resistance at all. Feet on the floor, hot water splashing all over my breasts, his hands grabbing my waist, I bounce up and down on him until my carnal stress is relieved by a massive orgasm! The heart of the shower encourages me to move fast, faster and faster still, my motion now a blur atop his pulsating pole. He reaches up to pinch my nipples, and I cum again! Screaming my lust, I pound my body into his, feeling his length fill me up so deliciously, until he pushes me off and erupts a geyser of semen, arcing through the air and landing on the shower floor, where the rushing water quickly carries it down the drain . . .

Yes, shower sex can be great fun, especially in the winter when your body craves warmth as well as sexual satisfaction. Just watch your footing! Bathtubs and shower stalls can be slick, and nothing kills the mood of an erotic encounter faster than someone falling and hitting his or her head on the fixture. The sitting positions are good for sex in a conventional tub; just be careful to make sure the man is sitting on the shower curtain to keep the water inside the tub. If you are flexible enough to make a standing position work, be safe, but go for it!

The Pile Driver (February 2, 2007)

We now take you inside the Sex Positions Lab, where Cherrie and Hardin are about to conduct yet another experiment in their quest to sample every sex position known to man—and a few more that could only have been thought of by women . . .

H: Are you sure you want to do this?

C: Of course I’m sure. If that woman in the film can do it, I can too! What do you call it again?

H: It’s called the Pile Driver. It’s a difficult position. I hope you’ve been doing your exercises!

C: Bring it on, baby!

Cherrie reclines nude on her living room sofa. Hardin sits next to her. They kiss, and Cherrie goes down on him . . .

H: Mmmmm . . . you are so hot, Cherrie!

C: (slurp, lick)

H: Aaaah . . . eat it, baby! All the way down . . .

Hardin’s lengthening cock disappears between Cherrie’s lips. Cherrie slides it in and out of her mouth, its skin glistening and reddening. Hardin runs his fingers through Cherrie’s hair, and reaches between her legs to rub her pussy . . .

C: Ohhhhhhh . . .

H: You are so juicy tonight!

C: (lifting her head off his cock) I want it now! Put the pillow down . . .

Hardin takes one of the pillows and puts it on the carpet next to the sofa.

H: All ready now. Let’s try it . . .

C: (giggle)

Cherrie turns her body perpendicular to the couch. Hardin helps position her just over the pillow. He lifts her legs as she slips off the cushions, landing on the pillow and allowing her shoulders to rest on the floor. She is now upside down, her torso inverted against the couch, curled up in the shape of the letter “C”. Her shaved, shiny pussy is pointing toward the ceiling.

H: Let me rest your feet on the coffee table . . .

C: Hurry up and fuck me! I can’t hold this long!

Hardin stands up, stroking his cock to maintain his erection. He is facing the couch, alongside Cherrie’s upside-down body. He lifts one leg over her ass to straddle her, then, pointing his cock downward, he inserts it between her labia and squats . . .

H: Ahhhh . . . fuck!

C: (gasping) Fuck me, baby!

Hardin squats up and down, his hands grabbing Cherrie’s ass to balance himself. His cock slides in and out of her cunt. He rises up on his tiptoes, almost withdrawing his member from her, then scrunches down quickly with a grunt . . .

C: Ohhhhh . . . . come on, again!

Cherrie’s hands grip her sides as she is consumed by her first orgasm of the session. Looking up, she sees Hardin’s cleanly-shaved ass pumping up and down. The sight is incredibly arousing . . . she rarely gets this view of him during sex. She groans as she cums again . . .

C: Cum for me, Hardin! I want to see . . .

Hardin grits his teeth in determination, stuffing his cock down Cherrie’s hole again and again. It feels so wonderful, tightly stretched as it is in this position! Before long he feels his hot semen welling up inside . . .

H: (moaning) I’m cumming . . .

Hardin pulls out and tries to step backward, but he runs into Cherrie’s legs. Losing his balance, he stumbles backward against the coffee table, collapsing on the floor as his cum spurts merrily from his cock. Half terrified that he might step on her, Cherrie nonetheless finds the scene so amusing that she bursts out laughing, simultaneously falling sideways next to her man . . .

The pile driver is not for amateurs. It’s an athletically challenging position, particularly for the woman. As someone who’s not a professional gymnast or tumbler, I found it difficult to assume the needed upside-down posture, and had to do a bit of experimenting in order to place the pillow just right and figure out what to do with my legs. (Without the coffee table to help hold them up, there would be no way I could stay there for long.)

But for the adventurous few who try this, a host of variations awaits. The man can fuck the woman while facing her, facing away from her, or sideways. He can fuck her pussy or, if the partners are particularly agile, her ass (we haven’t tried this, but prelubing the anus would be a very good idea). He can even get a bit of spanking in! And the full view each partner has of the other’s body is rather exciting.

The man must be able to maintain an erection while his cock is pointed downward, though. Hardin found this to be a bit of a test, since under normal conditions he still carries his woody at an upward-sloping angle. He says that he’s not likely to do the pile driver a lot, since the ligaments in his crotch were a bit sore afterward. But for a sexy twist on the usual coupling, and one that might just make you laugh as well, the pile driver can be a good way to build an evening of fun.

Anal Sex

2007-06-16T06:11:00.000-05:00

ANAL SEX

Flipping at the Windmill (excerpt) (July 24, 2006)

I had a surprise for Hardin. The one bit of information I took away from the Mark and Kari episode a couple of nights before was the brand of lubricant Kari had pulled out of her purse. It was something new from the K-Y Jelly people—a spray-on personal lube. It was smooth and slippery to the touch. Hmmm, I thought. If it works for Kari . . . On our next trip to Target, I looked for my own bottle, which I found near the condoms. (Yes, sex aids can be found at Target if you look for them.)

After Hardin put down our luggage, I dug through mine to find the lube, my purple vibrator and the fence-net stockings I displayed here in my last HNT. Pushing my man down on the bed, I told him what I expected. “I want you to eat me, then fuck me hard. And then,” my drunkenness taking control, “I want you to flip me over and fuck me in the ass!”

Wow! Where did that come from? I had not asked for anal in years. But seeing Kari get it from both ends—and love it—made me want to learn again what I had been missing. We had nothing to do for the evening, I was relaxed and extremely hot, and I wanted the night to be memorable for both of us.

Veteran that he is, Hardin helped me out of my clothes, then he slowly, sensuously rolled the stockings up my bare legs. I just love the feeling of thigh-highs—the grip is so sexy, and they make my legs look so long and shapely. I admired myself in the mirror overlooking the bed while Hardin stripped, then I dropped onto the mattress and spread my arms and legs to allow his mouth access to my entire body.

And access it he did, starting with my lips, then working over my shoulders and ears, kissing his way down to my breasts, where he spent quite some time, nibbling and sucking my nipples as I grasped the back of his head. Then, his fingers lingering on my boobs, his tongue worked down my stomach to my crotch. I gasped as his lips encircled my clitoris, raising my stocking-clad legs high in the air.

As delicate as Andrea was, Hardin was the complete opposite that night—forceful, insistent, frenzied. I loved it, craved it, wanted more! His tongue massaged my perineum, raced up and down my labia and shortly began penetrating me, sending me off on my first orgasmic rocket flight of the session. Falling back on the bed, I felt him insert a finger, wiggling it madly, as he licked my swollen clit. Once again I came, and began screaming for him to end this fantastic torture. I wanted his cock! Now!

“Do you want my cock, bitch?” he snarled, rising up on his haunches, stroking his erection, his face glistening with my juice. I remember whimpering and pleading with him to fuck me, sliding my fingers up and down my slit, before he pounced, stuffing his dong completely into me with one hard, swift motion. I screamed in pleasure before his hungry mouth covered mine, his tongue extending inside. His cock banging lustily in and out, I lost track of how many orgasms I had.

But I wasn’t losing sight of the prize. Slowly I collected my wits and pushed up against his body. “Fuck my ass,” I commanded. After a few more strokes, he yielded, rising up and reaching across the bed for the clear bottle of lube. He sprayed a liberal amount on his hand, then slowly rubbed it across his member, all the while looking hungrily at me.

I rose in the doggy position and wiggled my ass. “Do it,” I snarled drunkenly, “fuck my ass!” I felt him massaging the opening of my anus with his slick stick, then gasped in shock as it forced its way in.

Yes, I had forgotten how pleasurable this could be. With the lube, I felt no pain as I took two inches, three, four, more! It was strange, wild and a huge turn-on! “Now fuck me harder” I growled, feeling his hands on my ass, bracing for the shock. Soon he was pumping his cock in and out—steadily, not too violently, just enough to stimulate me into ecstasy once more.

Then I heard a buzzing. The vibrator! Releasing his hands, he had stretched for it, turned it on and was running it up and down my cheeks. That introduction completed, he reached around me and, without breaking the rhythm of his strokes, held it against my pussy, sliding it in after a few moments.

I saw stars! The sensation was incredibly intense. Somehow he began stroking the vibe in time with his cock movements. Double penetration! I hadn’t asked for this, and I couldn’t keep up. The orgasms were too powerful, too elemental. I screamed! I don’t remember what, but I couldn’t stop screaming! Being penetrated in both pussy and ass was so incredible, so many times more heart-pounding, lung-busting, mind-blowing than ordinary sex, that I find it hard to describe. All I remember were orgasms, one following the other in rapid succession, like the pages of a huge book being fanned by a gale-force wind. Amazing!

And then it was over. I felt him withdraw both his cock and the toy. He slumped on the bed. I felt something wet dripping down my leg until I, too, collapsed on the mattress.

A while later, when we had recovered enough to wash off our sweat, put on swimsuits and sit in the hot tub, Hardin began talking about a session he remembered from our early years, when he came home late at night to find a trail of clothing—shoes, skirt, top, stockings, underwear—leading to my naked body in our bed, lusting after him. “And you begged me to do your ass that night, too,” he said. “That was so great. I’ll never forget it.”

“I’ll never forget tonight, either,” I said, snuggling in has arms.

Libations and Lingerie/Turning the Tables (September 28-29, 2006)

Dragging me into the house, he has his cock out of his jeans and down my willing throat in no time. I lap eagerly around his stiffness with my tongue, then pull down my jeans, step out of them and bend over the couch, scattering the dogs in the process. “Fuck me now!” I snarl, waving my ass at him.

I feel his hands on my back, and suddenly his shaft penetrating my vagina. It feels so hot, so intense, so huge! I buck and sway against his gyrating hips, banging my ass into his balls for every last iota of stimulation. My back arches in triumph as I grit my teeth with my first orgasm. It’s followed by another, then another. He is pounding me mercilessly, and I love the feeling of complete surrender to his lust! Finally he stops, his cock jerks, and his balls pour forth their steaming bounty into my ravine of fascination. He grasps my tits, leans over and kisses my lips forcefully from behind. Such a sweet, hot moment!

We rest for a bit and pet the dogs in between making out on the couch, then I rise to lead him to our bedroom. I want to get dressed up for him. He removes the rest of his clothes and lies on the bed nude, bemusedly offering me suggestions. How about that old bustier you bought off the bargain rack at JC Penney? This one? Yeah. White nylons? No, red. These? Yeah. What shoes? How ‘bout those hot camel-colored slides you bought last month? Oh, yeah, those are hot! Take some pictures of me!

I pose for him, assuming campy, vampy postures, getting more aroused every minute. Finally, I can’t stand it! I tackle my nude photographer and knock him on the bed, pinning him down and then flipping around for a 69. A few minutes of that, and he’s ready for some woman-on-top action. I bounce happily up and down his shaft in my cheesy outfit, my high heels digging into our mattress. In minutes I’m cumming again with his hands covering my nipples. I feel so hot . . .

A few more strokes, and Hardin cums too, his sticky residue bleeding out of my slot. I am so fulfilled, so happy, so horny that I can’t wait for him to get it up and do me once more. However, with time it becomes evident that he’s had a bit too much to drink. As have I, but I’m not the one who has to maintain an erection. I just want more action, more sex, and Jeremy is nowhere to be seen.

I climb off the bed and rummage through the toy drawer, looking for something that strikes my fancy. Intrigued, I pull out my newest strap-on and hold it around my waist. It’s been so long since I’ve had a lady lover to use it with. I look at Hardin, lying half passed out on the bed. I start thinking . . .“Honey, I want to fuck you in the ass,” I hear myself say, a mischievous grin spreading across my face.“O.K.,” he replies.

***********

“Use the skinny one, please.”

Standing beside the bed in my cream-colored corset, holding a strap-on dong in each hand, I felt assured that my man had given his informed, if somewhat drunken, assent for me to fuck him in the ass. I was surprised when he said he would do this, on one of the rare occasions when he had been unable to achieve his own erection. And I was also a little surprised at my own desire to fuck him, not having had much of a craving to do so in the past. But I was excited, and not about to let the rare opportunity pass!

Hardin rose out of bed and helped me snap the smaller dildo into the harness, then buckled it around my waist. I’m always bemused, when wearing a strap-on, to look down and see an erect cock, if a false one, bobbing around in front of my crotch. I do enjoy so much making love to the ladies with one of these, or with a double dong. However, this would be my first time with a man! My heart began to race as I watched Hardin sanitize his asshole with one of the Handi-wipes we keep under the bed for quick clean-ups, then grab the spray bottle of K-Y Sensual Mist to distribute the lubricant liberally around his orifice.

“All right, you son of a bitch. Bend over and spread ‘em!” I growled. I was going to take charge of this production.

Hardin obediently kneeled on the bed in the doggie position, his head resting on the pillows, and watched over his shoulder as my menacing if slender tool approached his bum. Just like he would, I rubbed the tip around his opening, greasing the head for ease of penetration. I thrust against him, and missed the hole. Did it again, and another miss. This is harder than it looks! Finally, Hardin reached back with his hand to position the faux cock properly, and backed his ass against it, inserting the tip inside his anus.

Wow! This is so hot, I thought. I couldn’t feel the sensation of the plastic dong penetrating his ass, but I sure as hell was being turned on by the visual. The fog from the wine cleared out of brain, and I became single-mindedly focused on stuffing my man full of latex. He bucked and grunted against my thrusts, growling and swearing loudly. “Fuck my ass, you fucking bitch! Fuck it good! FUCK IT GOOD!”

Oh, this was so incredibly intense! “Take this cock, you son of a bitch!” I roared in response, smacking his ass hard with my open hand. Grabbing his slender waist with both hands, the dildo fully inserted in him, I gyrated my hips in circles, massaging his rectum until he screamed.

“Let me take a break,” he said, his tone of voice changed to show he really meant it. I withdrew the dong. We were both flushed and sweating. I was surprised at how excited, how turned on this session had made me! He got up and we kissed. I noticed, a bit disappointed, that the exertion had not caused him to reach erection. He stood up and stretched, then surprised me by saying “Let’s do it again. Only this time, let me be on top.”

Why not! It’s not like I had to worry about staying hard. This little fellow could go all night! “O.K.,” I giggled, and reclined on the sheets, my strap-on pointing skyward. Hardin again greased up his asshole and then mounted me, facing me. I watched his eyes close and his face muscles tighten as he inserted the cockhead once more.

This time he was in charge. His feet were flat on the mattress, one on either side of me, his knees and legs bent like coiled springs. He bounced up and down on the dong at his own pace, his cock and balls flailing humorously in the air. Reaching at me, he grabbed at my tits with both hands through my corset. My nipples were erect, and the sensation caused me to gasp.

“I’m going to turn around,” he said. He rose up, rotated 180 degrees, and lowered himself onto the dick, presenting his slim, pink ass to me. Aaah! This was the best view of all. I love a good ass on anyone, and especially my man’s. To watch my strap-on pistoning into his rear was such a turn-on!Little did I know he was about to take my level of excitement up yet another notch!

This strap-on has a convenient opening to bare my pussy in the event I want to indulge in a stack fuck. (Someday!) Soon I felt his fingers softly stroking my pussy lips through that hole. He wouldn’t slide them inside my slick, moist slot, would he? Yes, he would! That familiar sensation of his digits massaging my neglected love canal, as I watched my cock continue to dive into his ass, induced a massive, bed-shaking orgasm!

“You want my fingers, you bitch?” he snarled. Immediately I felt another one slide in and join the first in massaging my G-spot. I felt my eyes roll backwards in glee as another cum exploded in my head. I tried my best to thrust the dong into him, but he had complete control of the situation, and I loved it!

“Hang on a minute,” he said after we had played this way for a while. Standing up, he refreshed his coating of lube, then reached into the toy drawer to retrieve my favorite purple vibrator. Oh, yes, I thought, I am so ready for that!

I resumed my prone position on the bed, steadying the dildo for his insertion. Again he adopted the reverse-cowboy stance, carefully lowering his ass until the phallus was entirely inside. He began to thrust on it as I heard the telltale buzzing sound I know so well. I knew what was coming, I knew it, but he took so long, teasing me, fucking with my mind, until . . .Wham! The vibrator was shoved roughly into my cunt! I screamed with joy, my back arching off the sheets.

Hardin rotated the control on the vibe to full speed and began fucking me vigorously, mercilessly, all the while slamming down on my dong. His rough stimulation of my pussy, combined with the mesmerizing sight of my cock sliding into his ass, was causing me to lose all control. We both screamed at the top of our lungs in sheer passion, agony, surprise and delight, the flush of orgasm spreading through my consciousness like a roaring wildfire, stronger and hotter, inextinguishable in its intensity.

We continued for some time, each of us fucking the other with indefatigable implements, going over the edge again and again, the sweat dripping deliciously off Hardin’s body onto mine. Finally, he pulled out the vibrator, fell off the dong and literally collapsed onto the bed. Seeing stars from my exertions, I nearly passed out myself before gathering the strength to crawl over to him to see how he was. I rolled him over, only to find a sweet, self-satisfied grin on his face. We kissed tenderly, having completed our voyage of discovery through this sexual unknown together.

Naturally, after all that activity, we were hungry for dinner. Hardin unhitched the strap-on, and I followed him downstairs, still attired in the rest of my sexual regalia. He cooked as I watched, a contented feeling settling over me. I could not believe how hot the experience of strapping on a dong and fucking my man turned out to be. It’s not something I had any real ambition to do before, but now that I’ve had the pleasure of swapping roles, I can’t wait for the chance to try it again!

Hardin on Penetration (October 5, 2006)

Last Friday I wrote about the fulfillment of an idle ambition of mine to fuck my man Hardin in the ass with a strap-on dildo. You asked for photos of me doing that, and for some comments from Hardin on the experience. Unfortunately, because of a slight problem in our house this week, we’ve been unable to reenact that memorable evening, so we have no new photos to show you. Instead, I’ve borrowed a photo from Stroker’s site (I’m sure he won’t mind, as he dedicated it to me). We will take our own photos and show them to you in a future HNT! But Hardin is here to fulfill his part of the bargain . . .

Years ago, when we were a new couple, Cherrie and I were lying in a hotel room bed (a lumpy, saggy one, too) after some intense but plain-vanilla sex. Cherrie idly ran her fingers across my ass and began talking about what she would like to do with it. She said she would like to slide a finger up my asshole, then a vibrator. And then, she said, she wanted to fuck me in the ass with a dong.

No fucking way, I told her. I wasn’t interested in being violated in that manner. I was a man, and I’d do all the fucking in this relationship, thank you.

She recognized, I think, that she had taken this subject farther than I wanted to go, and our talk drifted on to other things. But she had planted a seed. Years passed, but I never forgot that thought she had implanted. It took root and spread its branches through my mind.And I came around to thinking, if fucking me fulfills some deep desire of hers, if she would derive pleasure from it, maybe I should change my mind and at least open myself up to the possibility.

So I raised the subject one night, again after I was spent from vigorous sex. “Do you remember the night you . . .” I said softly to her, cradling her in my arms. Yes, she remembered. It was dark, and she was turned the other way, but I’m sure a smile crossed her lips when I gathered the courage to bring up the subject.

But even then our progress was slow. She began to lube up a finger and play with my rim while we were in the missionary position, without penetration. I found that rather kinky and enjoyable. She then began to reach around my ass with a vibrator on special occasions. I liked that stimulation even more. (If you go in our toy drawer and find a plain blue vibrator, that’s the one we’ve been using for this purpose. Just so you know.)

One night, when she was out of town on a business trip, I decided to experiment myself. I got out the blue vibrator and some lube, threw some pillows in front of the TV and turned on a porn tape. Rather than just stroking my cock as I usually do, I decided to concentrate on my asshole. I lubed myself up and began to slide the vibrator in.Now you probably know that inside your colon there is a sphincter muscle that—I don’t know how to say this delicately—holds your shit in. Inside my virgin bum, I soon was hitting the sphincter, and it hurt. Big time. I couldn’t get the vibe in more than a couple inches, and it was more painful than pleasant. Eventually I abandoned the effort and whacked off the old-fashioned way.

But I kept experimenting, in the shower and while Cherrie wasn’t looking, and recently I got to the point where I was thinking, maybe now I am finally ready to help my woman fulfill this fantasy.

And then we went wine tasting, I drank copiously and after fucking Cherrie a couple of times, I was done. Cooked. Limp. Unable to proceed. This doesn’t happen often. I hate to let my women down.So when Cherrie asked if today was the day, I hardly hesitated in agreeing.

I helped her put the strap-on contraption together, sprayed her lube around my hole and then, half laughing and half wondering what the hell I was doing, I bent over and spread my legs so she could take my ass in the doggy position. I’m not sure when she last fucked a woman with a strap-on, but let’s face it, a pussy is a much bigger target than my tight asshole. She kept stabbing me with the dong! Come on, I thought, if you’re going to fuck me, then fuck me! I grabbed her cock and stuck it in with my hand.

What I remember is how tight I was, and how much it hurt going in the first time. She was a horny bitch and intent on proving it, ramming it in like Peter North. The problem was that my sphincter wasn’t giving way. I began to swear at her, probably incoherently. But I was mainly upset that all my practice, and her lube, proved useless in getting that damn thing to open up. Now I had some inkling of how a virgin pussy might ache that first time.

Finally, enough was enough. I told her to get on her back, and I’d try getting it in that way. That proved better. I don’t think Cherrie was shoving it in at the best angle, and that was causing some of the pain. In this man-on-top position, I controlled the angle and depth of penetration. Slowly I worked the plastic head of her phallus past the sphincter. Now it was feeling better! But I had another idea.I rotated myself 180 degrees so I was riding with my back to her. Now I could play with her pussy as she fucked me. As I felt her quiver in response to my stimulation, I could feel my entire bum becoming more relaxed and loose. The dildo was feeling better and better in me. I’m not sure exactly why, but the sensation of being fucked while bringing my woman to orgasm manually was powerfully arousing, even though I never did achieve a raging hard-on doing this.

The ultimate was fucking Cherrie with a vibrator as she continued to stuff my anus with her latex tool. Intense! I remember the sweat forming on my forehead as I worked harder and harder on her pussy, and her body bucking against mine from underneath as she tried to shove her toy in me faster, stronger, longer. Eventually, I felt faint and dismounted abruptly, but not before I got her off, several times to judge from her moaning.

Would I do it again! Yes, I would. I don’t feel any less of a man for gratifying my woman’s desires in this way, and I think in time I can learn to loosen my anus more for even greater enjoyment. The only change I would make is to start out on top and use a more heavy-duty lube. That K-Y spray she likes just doesn’t seem to have the staying power needed for this sort of heavy-duty application.

Cherrie, do your worst! And maybe our tales will liberate some of those men out there who harbor dark fantasies about letting their women fuck them, but for one reason or another are afraid to raise the subject. Don’t be. It’s just another facet of our sexual universe. Your woman just might appreciate you all the more if you give it up!

Transitions

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TRANSITIONS

Three-Position Transition (July 28, 2006)

I've written on previous Fridays about transitions--moving from one position to another, without the man withdrawing from the woman. My man and I have been experimenting with these, and have come up with one we really enjoy. Here's how we did it:

We started as we often do, kissing and fondling each other on the bed. He nuzzled and kissed my breasts as I stroked his hardening cock. Soon one of his fingers was softly stimulating my labia. I spread my legs to let it in. My juices were flowing freely as he massaged my sensitive spots.

I moved down his body to eat his hard cock. He reclined on his back, his dong reaching for the sky like a flagpole. Slowly, sensuously, I sucked his member to purple perfection, his moans of pleasure echoing in my ears.

Then I got up, threw one leg over his body, grasped his cock and guided it into my box. Such bliss! Putting my hands on his chest in the woman-on-top position, I prevented him from kissing my tits, teasing him as I bounced up and down. Despite my attempts at restraint, he met my thrusts and soon worked himself free to kiss and lick my nipples. Orgasm!

"Put your arms around my neck," he commanded. I did. He raised himself to a sitting position, pushed me back and lifted me up, allowing my legs to move forward. We were now in the sitting or X position, our arms around each other, my cunt enveloping his cock from above. In this position, he has to do most of the work, and he did, moving his hips to stroke in and out. We kissed each other's faces feverishly while his member did its magic, and I enjoyed several more breathless, satisfying orgasms.

"Lie down," he commanded. Holding my hands, he eased my body backwards until I was prone. Slowly, he did the same, his cock still in me. This position, described as "resting" in most manuals, proved anything but, since he began wriggling his erection inside me! I didn't expect that and, after a few moment's stimulation, reached a powerful climax, made all the more sensuous by the fact he could barely thrust in this position.

Try something like this to spice up your next session of ball-room dancing!

The Madame X (November 24, 2006)

One of the best things about Blogland is the sharing of information. I started this weekly feature to share what I've learned over many years of enjoying sex with lots of different people. But many of you have shared your experiences as well, and your suggestions have broadened our horizons! We thank you for these wonderful contributions.

Most recently, the lovely Madame X wrote up a position she named after herself. (Well, if I can do this, she's entitled to stake her claim to her discovery as well. Just ask Amerigo Vespucci.) That particular entry seems to have disappeared from her site (don't be so shy, dear!) but it involves transitions--specifically from cowgirl or woman on top to reverse cowgirl without the man withdrawing his cock from the woman's pussy.

Hardin and I had never tried to do this particular transition, so we were immediately challenged! Shortly after reading Madame's entry, lubricated by a bottle of wine and warmed up by my "Vision in Violet" photo shoot from last week (not to mention a hot doggy-style screw), we decided to give it a try.

Still wearing the purple gown, I gave Hardin a sweaty blow job, then mounted his erection facing him. Oh, it felt so fine sliding into my wet box, but that wasn't what this was about. "Come on, do it!" Hardin urged between labored breaths as I bounced vigorously on his torso.

The challenge in this position, of course, is what to do with your legs. I generally do woman on top while on my knees. I pulled off the gown, then rose up and tried to move first one leg, then the other, to balance on my feet. It wasn't easy! I grunted and groaned, not entirely in pleasure, as I pulled my right leg up. "You can do it," Hardin said. "Just take it easy and slow." He arched his back to keep the tip of his cock inside me as I repeated the procedure with my other leg.

Now I was squatting on my feet, Hardin holding onto my arms to balance me as I stroked him a few times. Next step: rotate my body 180 degrees. I tried to raise my foot, and ended up kicking him in the side of his chest. We both started laughing uncontrollably as I tried to pull my foot and leg across his body, wobbling as I went. Finally, with his help, I was sitting sidesaddle on his organ.

This was different! Still squatting, I rose up and down on his cock. It felt good, and a little strange, since it was hitting new spots inside me. Hardin later said he enjoyed it as well, since I felt a little tighter. Think of rotating two concentric ovals so that their sides rub against each other, and you will get the idea.

It was time for the final move. I raised my right leg again, pulled it across his legs and landed on my knee. Rising up, I balanced myself on my other knee, my back to him, his erection still inside. I did it! Now in the familiar reverse cowgirl position, my giggles subsided as raw lust took over. His hands roaming my back and ass, pulling me down on his cock by my shoulders, helped too! A few minutes thrusting produced several satisfying orgasms for me, and a healthy spurt of cum from him!

In a subsequent E-mail exchange, Madame suggested "warming up first. Lots of plies!" Yes, that would have been wise! Before next time, definitely, I'm hitting the practice area we put up downstairs for my daughters when they were both taking dance lessons!

Girl-Girl

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GIRL-GIRL

Tribbing (June 9, 2006)

If you watch the typical girl-girl scene in an adult movie, you’ll see the women kiss each other on the lips, remove their clothes (if they haven’t already), lick each other’s breasts, eat each other’s pussies and perhaps penetrate each other with a dildo or two. While all of these are wonderful pastimes, they are not much different from what a boy-girl couple might do. Most of the activities we associate with lesbian sex follow the techniques of hetero sex: the kissing, the oral stimulation, the penetration. There’s just one girl-girl position I can think of that no man could ever do: tribadism, or the rubbing of vaginas together.

“Tribbing” is fun not only because it leads me to a surefire orgasm, but also because it is a unique expression of love to my female companions. As a position only two women can perform, tribbing is something that belongs solely to us. If a woman is really into it, I worry less about her forgetting me when the next hard cock comes along in her life.

I find it’s best to engage in foreplay before trying to trib. The women’s vaginas should both be engorged, wet and sensitive. Kissing is always a good start, followed by fondling, finger play and perhaps some cunnilingus. The women should be completely relaxed and happy before swinging around to face each other.

There are two basic positions: both women seated with their legs intertwined, and both women reclining. I find the latter works better. In theory, the sitting position leaves my arms free to embrace and caress my lover, but in practice I find I need to use my arms to anchor my body and hold it in position in order to maintain solid contact with her vulva. Lying down, there is more friction between my body and the sheets, couch or carpet, which holds me in place more securely to press my cunt against hers. Also, I can maintain a greater area of pussy-to-pussy contact that way.

Years ago, before I began shaving, public hair was sort of an irritant; it would fall out, get caught between our legs and otherwise get in the way of our mutual pleasuring. Tribadism is much more fun, I think, when the participating ladies have shaved or neatly trimmed pussies. The organs are so sensitive that way. Gazing into my lover’s eyes, feeling our juices commingling as our smooth folds rub against each other, now and then touching my clitoris for a jolt of electricity, drives me wild every time!

Sometimes, after cumming in this position, I want penetration, and I will reach for one of my dildos (that is, if my lover doesn’t do it first). But often I am content with the feeling of intimacy that envelopes me like a warm, soft blanket after we both reach orgasm, collapsing in my lover’s arms, perhaps giggling, but more likely smiling in fulfillment, satisfaction and, yes, love.

Double Donging (June 16, 2006)

I hope my male readers will forgive me for devoting a second straight weekly entry in this series to a sapphic position. But then it’s a rare man, in my experience, who doesn’t take great interest in girl-girl loving!

The erudite authors of The Joy of Lesbian Sex, that indispensable guide to womanly relationships, got it exactly right: “ . . . keep in mind that centuries-old invention, probably the most significant aid ever devised for sex between women, the double-headed dildo.” Indeed the double dong is a wondrous thing, a device “that frees all four hands for caressing and holding and allows full body contact; that is always erect; that transmits neither sperm nor disease—only pleasure when you want it; above all, it belongs to both of you.”

Even though the utility of the double dong is obvious, it has always amazed me how few woman-loving women actually use one. Since I bought my first one after seeing Beneath the Valley of the Ultra Vixens in the theater, most of the ladies I’ve had the temerity to introduce to one have been amazed that I would own such a thing and, even more, know what to do with it. That works to my advantage, though. By the time I reach for the jelly rod, we usually have each other so turned on that we are both eager to take the session another step farther. The dong allows us to reach for the moon!

Using a double dong is simplicity itself. My favorite position is the classic one: the women sit or recline on pillows, facing each other, as each one slips one end into her (hopefully already soaking) pussy. What happens next is up to the imagination of the participants—there are so many options. The women may just thrust against the dong, each one’s cunt holding it in place for the other. One woman, or both, may grasp the dong in the middle, working it back and forth manually. The women may sit up and kiss, fondle each other’s breasts, or simply lean back and concentrate on their own satisfaction. Which, once attained, can be achieved again and again—the plastic never gets tired.

There are many other variations. I’ve done most of them, and I think they are fun as novelties, but not as good as the classic. The women can get up on hands and knees, going butt to butt, and slide it in that way. This position looks good in an adult film, but it’s much more difficult in real life to get the dong in place and keep it there, and you really can’t see or touch your lover, which can be frustrating. The halfway positions are a little better: one woman sits, slides the dong in herself, then holds the other end up for the second woman to lower herself on, her back to the first. That way the sitting partner can rub and slap the kneeling partner’s ass for added stimulation. I’ve seen an obviously posed photo with a double dong inserted in two women, lying ass to ass on their backs, stockinged legs in the air at a 90 degree angle. That one just doesn’t look comfortable to me!

My first double dong looked a lot like the one Francesca Natividad used in Russ Meyer’s movie: twelve inches long (it was labeled in the catalog as a “Foot Long Double Dong”) and about three inches in circumference. It was about the size of a nice, long cock, and felt just right inside me. Since the 1980s, dongs have increased in length and girth. I suppose that’s because most of them are bought by men, who are more impressed by size than we women are. I still have my original, which could tell many stories about my lovers of the past, but a few years ago it began emitting noxious chemicals that smelled bad and irritated my pussy. Now it lives in geriatric retirement at the bottom of the toy drawer.

Back to the catalog I went, acquiring some new friends. I have the two models stocked by Adam & Eve, the “smooth” one and the “rippled” one, both in purplish latex, and my current favorite, the pink one with the white backbone that keeps it in shape to hit my special pleasure zones. They are about 16 inches long and about four inches around—bigger, but not too big. Nice and filling!

And now, having finally introduced Meredith to the delights of the double dong, I once again have someone to play with! I am one happy woman!

Threesomes

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THREESOMES

The Threesome Icebreaker (June 2, 2006)

To mark the mayhem that is due to erupt at Thru My Eyes’ blog today, I thought about a position suggested by the Happy Hooker herself, Xaviera Hollander, in her 1986 book Xaviera’s Supersex. She called it “a hair away from lesbianism,” but I think it would be a fun icebreaker for an intimate party among friends meeting to have sex for the first time.

The idea is to ease curious women to the world of bisexuality without any overt domination games. You need two open-minded females and one erect male (and, hopefully, more relaxed nudes as spectators). The man stands behind one woman and slides his member between her legs, so that it is poking out from the front of her vagina. The other woman kneels or sits in front of the standing woman, and starts giving the man a blow job. From a sensual perspective, it’s just like fellatio at first, but the sight, sound and smell of a hot pussy sitting just on top of the cock should overcome all but the most hardened psyches. As Xaviera put it, the seated woman “unavoidably kisses a vagina in the process.”

We enjoyed this position with our mutual lover back in our ménage a trois days, shortly after we bought Xaviera’s book. (The three of us already were making love to each other regularly, but I just had to try it out.) I straddled my man’s cock as Sweet Lips knelt on the carpet, hungrily eyeing his dong. She extended her tongue to kiss it, and soon was sucking away. That’s when my man became playful. As she gobbled more of his cock, he slowly pulled it back until her mouth was in my mound (which, in those days, was unshaven). Before long she was licking both of our organs indiscriminately! I was incredibly turned on, and so was she. We ended up in a happy triangle, his cock buried in her cunt on the floor, and her tongue up my pussy as I kissed my man in appreciation.

The book is still available from Amazon at a reasonable price, and you might want to pick up a copy for a different read on this familiar subject.

Stirring the Pots (August 18, 2006)

Our private party with Sasha wasn’t quite over when we disentangled ourselves following that fulfilling triangle. Her bedside alarm clock read about 11:30 p.m. The evening was young! I was exhilarated by our encounter, and ready to play some more. “Go down and get the wine,” Sasha said. Hardin hoisted his apparently satisfied ass out of Sasha’s bed and lumbered downstairs, nude, to fetch it as we snickered at his unsteadiness.

There was enough left in Sasha’s bottle to give each of us a chaser, and we shared it, passing it around like sailors on leave. Sasha and I snuggled up to Hardin and tried to restart his engine, but he was feeling the effects of his copious consumption of vino and was unable to achieve an erection. No matter; we began talking about men, about women, about cocks and pussies, about our pasts. Just three mature, liberated adults, conversing earnestly, if a bit drunkenly, about adult subjects.

I don’t know if it was something one of us said, or how we ladies looked in the amber glow of Sasha’s table lamp, but over time Hardin’s penis began to recover from its dormancy, lengthening and stiffening. Sasha gasped when she looked down and saw it. “I told you to save some for me!” she exclaimed. She reached down and placed her hand over his, stroking the cock gently to encourage its growth. How could we best use this, I asked, suspecting it might be some time before he could get it up again after another round of fucking.

Hardin was way ahead of me on that point. “Remember that position we’ve seen in the movies, where the women get into a 69 and the man fucks them?” Too strenuous, I thought at first, but then I reconsidered. I’d had Hardin inside me; Hardin had eaten Sasha. It would be only fair to do the opposite. Everyone would have a reasonable opportunity to get off, which would be an accomplishment in its own right!

“Where are the condoms, Sasha?” Hardin asked. “In the nightstand drawer. Pick a good one!” she replied. He grabbed one and tore the package open with his teeth, rolling it down his cock till it looked like a sausage in a casing. A lime-green casing, with circular ribs at that, but what the hell.

I spun around on the bed to face Sasha’s hairy hole. Hardin settled behind me, stroking my back and my hair, watching my tongue delve into her wrinkled folds. Sasha lied back on the bed, spread her legs and exhaled slowly. I still wasn’t certain how much she enjoyed women, but I was damn sure going to find out.

Parting my own legs, I felt Hardin kiss my ass and slide his tongue past my anus and toward my vagina. Now I was licking and getting licked at the same time! What a warm and happy sensation to be in the middle of a hot chain of humanity, giving and getting the pleasures of physical love!

I rose up on hands and knees to straddle Sasha, Hardin’s finger still working my slot. We positioned ourselves crosswise on the mattress to give Hardin better access from either end. I lowered my pussy against her lips. She kissed it, delicately, and kept kissing, up and down my labia, hotter and wetter. Interesting technique! My tongue began working its magic as we began to get into the 69.

Here was Hardin’s green-skinned cock, looking like a pickle! I took a break from cunnilingus and allowed it to push into my mouth. It had been a long time since I had seen him in a rubber, and even longer since I had experienced the sensation of sucking a cock ensconced in one. But I devoured it all the same, feeling it stiffen against my tongue with glee.

Hardin withdrew his member, and began to rub it up and down Sasha’s vagina. I wanted to see this! Slowly he slid it inside, stopping as she tensed with the first insertion, then stuffing it lustily home. How beautiful to watch the penetration, right in front of my eyes! Here’s where I could contribute to the pleasure of my partners. I kissed and licked Hardin’s rubbery shaft and Sasha’s hairy nubbin of a clitoris feverishly. He fucked her harder in response.The cacophony of sounds was intense. Hardin’s thrusts made the box spring beneath us groan with his exertions. The slurping of my tongue kept rhythm at a higher pitch. I heard Sasha moan, feeling her pull her mouth from my cunt, then returning to pleasuring me. Hardin snarled oaths about what bitches we were, and how he was going to fuck us till the sun came up. My own orgasm was building inside, peaking when Sasha slid her tongue between my lips and massaged me inside. Beautiful!

Hardin pulled out of Sasha and stepped around the bed. Now it was my turn, and I was ready! I sashayed my ass seductively, giving him a huge target to shoot for. I felt Sasha playing with, then spreading my lips with her fingers. Hardin told me later she guided his cock into me with her other hand.

He was hard and hot! The doggy-style fucking was intense, made even more so by Sasha’s lavish licking. I screamed in pleasure, then dove back into Sasha’s pussy, her juices running down my cheeks. The bedsprings groaned to the tempo of our three bodies, moving in perfect harmony. The delicious sensation of orgasm erupted from my cunt and spread slowly, rapturously up my body, flushing my skin and causing me to gasp and exhale.

My man could take no more, pulling out of me abruptly. I turned around to watch him peel off his condom, then stroke his enraged dong right in front of Sasha’s face. “C’mon baby, I want it!” Sasha hissed. Was she going to take his load in her mouth, porn-star style? Yes, indeed! She spread her lips, extended her tongue to lick his tip and convulsed in laughter as he fired a hot stream all over her face!

So what would you call this position? We’ve already used the “70” for the man-woman 69 with a dildo. This one, we propose, should be called “Stirring the Pots.” Two women atop each other in bed can create a sexy stew, and adding a horny man with a hot cock to stir things up makes the recipe just right!

Penetrating Thoughts (July 20, 2006)

I have a confession to make: I have never had a conventional adult film cock-in-the-pussy and cock-up-the-ass double penetration. I’ve danced all around this position. In my few actual MFM threesome hookups, I’ve been "spit-roasted," as Suze colorfully describes the position, sucking one cock while being fucked by the other. In our one-on-one sex play, my man occasionally inserts digits or a vibrator up my bum while he fucks me, and on at least one horny, drunken occasion he bent a double dong in a U and crammed one end up each hole. But not very far.

When we first got together, Hardin introduced me to anal sex. It’s always been one of his favorite pleasures, and for a while I found it enjoyable as well. But over time, particularly after I had my children, I found anal penetration to be less erotic and more painful. And I could never find a lube I liked to ease the way. K-Y jelly and the stuff you get from the adult toy purveyors is just too gloppy, and I don’t like how it feels inside me. As a result, in recent years we have limited ourselves to oral and vaginal intercourse, with the occasional finger or toy in my ass when he is extra horny, or I am extra juicy.

Rather than let you down, I asked Hardin to give me a few paragraphs on double penetration from his perspective:

There are two basic D.P. positions, as I’m sure you know. The conventional one, which is by far most common, involves Man 1 lying on his back with the woman on top, taking his penis vaginally. Man 2 approaches the woman from the rear and inserts his penis in her anus.The unconventional one, which I’ve not tried but have seen in films, flips the woman over. She sits on Man 1’s cock, allowing it to penetrate her asshole. Then, supporting herself on her arms, she spreads her legs and allows Man 2 to fuck her pussy.

Visually, I find both positions extremely arousing. It’s very exciting to fuck a woman who is already being fucked, or to feel her being fucked by a second man while I am pleasuring her. I get off when the woman I am fucking lets me know she enjoys the sex. Every time I’ve done a D.P. the woman was completely blown away by the experience, and let the men know it. Loudly!

I prefer being Man 2 because I enjoy anal sex and like to watch as much of the action as I can, but both possibilities are fun. As Man 2, you need to maintain a firm base on the surface in order to balance yourself. I like to rest on my knees, but since both Mark and Kari were rather large I found that I had to crouch on my feet to maintain the proper angle of penetration, which is less comfortable. I needed to grab hold of Kari’s back to steady myself for my thrusts, and that prevented me from being very creative with my hands.

It’s important to remember that you and the other man are doing this to pleasure the woman as much as yourselves. Keeping her body moving up and down both cocks is key, in my experience. Man 1 will find it difficult to thrust with all that weight on top of him, so Man 2 needs to rock the woman’s body back and forth on Man 1’s cock to keep her vagina stimulated and his cock erect. Man 2 can’t just hold the woman motionless and pound his penis into her, as he might in raw one-on-one anal.

Men reading this, you are going to have skin-on-skin contact with the other man if you try D.P. It can’t be avoided, and touching another guy’s hands or legs won’t make you gay. Remember that you both are there to pleasure the woman. Her anus is one of the most sensitive parts of her body, so stimulating it and the vagina at the same time should lead to a powerful orgasm neither she nor you will soon forget!

I must say that watching Kari enjoy her D.P. with Hardin and Mark was sort of a revelation for me. I once again became curious and interested in experimenting a little with anal play. After all, if Kari enjoyed it so much, why can’t I?

Foursomes

2007-06-16T00:18:00.000-05:00

FOURSOMES

Nina’s Foursome (April 21, 2006)

I'm dedicating this week's position to Nina Hartley, the reigning queen of adult films and someone I'd love to slip between the sheets with. (Yeah, like that's going to happen.) Somewhere in our vast library of video erotica is a scene in which Nina participates in a particularly delicious foursome with another woman and two men. (Substitute one or two women with strap-ons in a pinch.)

It's very simple: one man sits down in an armless chair and spreads his legs. One woman sits on his (hopefully erect) cock, her back to his chest, and starts humping away. Meanwhile, the other woman gets on all fours, crawls between the seated man's spread legs, and licks and kisses his cock and her pussy. The second man--you guessed it--slides behind the kneeling woman for some doggy-style slamming.

I'd love to be the woman on her knees, getting fucked lustily from behind, his hands on my ass, as I indiscriminately tongue the seated man's juicy dong and his woman's sopping vagina. I'd even ask her to rise off occasionally to allow me to give his cock a few quick sucks, then shove it back in her cunt as she giggles and moans. Mmmmm . . .

All I need are three volunteers from the audience . . .

70 X 2 (October 13, 2006)

My sexy friend Marasgal of asexystorytobetold.blogspot.com has put his imagination to work dreaming up new and interesting positions, and several he's suggested have been so inventive I just have to share them with you. This one builds on my description of the "70," the basic 69 enhanced with a vibrator or dildo being worked in and out of the woman's vagina during oral stimulation (take a look at my May 5 entry for more detail). Marasgal asked why two couples could not enjoy this position as a foursome. Well, there's no reason why not!

Imagine you, your lover and two of your closest friends nude on a large bed, running your hands over each other's skin, kissing each other's bodies, smiling and emitting contented ooohs and aaahs. One of the ladies produces a double dong, and with a broad, nasty smile starts rubbing one end against another lady's pussy. Naturally the stimulation and sex-charged atmosphere has the recipient of this attention all worked up, and the latex phallus slips easily between her lips.The dong-wielding woman works the false cock in and out of her friend, then lies down facing her and inserts the other end in herself. Her eyes close and her mouth opens with moans of pleasure as she feels the smooth plastic massaging her innards. She doesn't want to remove it, just as her friend is enjoying her end of the toy. But how do the other two lovers get in on the action?

Simple. Each chooses a partner, and goes down on that partner in a 69. The women using the dong now have another person's gonads within easy reach, and their tongues extend in greeting. The people on top part the bottom ladies' thighs and lick and suck their labia and clitorises (clitori?). The bottom ladies are wiggling and thrusting to keep the dong moving and stimulating their vaginas. Now there are four people making love together, two pairs of 69er's with a double dildo linking them together, bouncing around in a lusty lickfest. How long can they hold out without exploding in a series of orgasms?

I've done the 70 and enjoyed sex with another woman using a double dong, but the thought of combining the two activities is extremely exciting to me! I love the idea of a huge, undulating mass of flesh squirming delightfully on the bed, each person intent on bringing another off, and receiving cum after cum in return! The best part is the top people can be of either sex; participating in one of these with three other horny ladies sounds particularly decadent! Of course, the thought of having a hard cock in my mouth while enjoying this position is enticing too. Thanks, Marasgal!

Other Positions

2007-06-15T23:58:00.000-05:00

OTHER SUBJECTS

Helping Hands (December 29, 2006)

Once again I am indebted to the imaginative and free-spirited Madame X for the inspiration to write this week’s Friday Positions entry.In her essay from Wednesday, Madame wrote about how she enjoyed pleasuring herself with masturbation while having sex. Not as foreplay, not as substitution for actual sexual contact, but as part of the sex act itself.

I hadn’t thought about masturbation in this context, but a moment’s reflection confirmed that I, too, have enhanced my coital pleasure in this way. I just hadn’t thought about it as a technique distinct from the various positions I assume to copulate with my lovers. But, of course, self-stimulation is worth studying in its own right.

Just to be clear, we are discussing stimulating yourself while enjoying sex with another person (Madame’s entry dealt with self-stimulation in all sorts of sexual contexts). For this to work, of course, you need a partner with certain qualifications. He or she must be capable of performing sexually—lubricating if a woman, achieving and maintaining erection if a man—without any assistance from you. Moreover, he or she must be an unselfish, giving person, ready to concentrate on your pleasure without receiving any quid pro quo other than the act of sex itself and taking deep satisfaction in watching you!

Most everyone masturbates nowadays, whether single, in a committed relationship or formally married. Studies by Shere Hite and Levin and Levin in the late 1970s-early 1980s showed that 75 to 80 percent of responding female poll respondents admitted masturbating, and those percentages have probably increased over the past quarter century. A more recent, but not attributed, study I found on the Internet pegged the percentage of adult female masturbators at 89%. (By contrast, well over 90 percent of men said they masturbated.) Odds are, then, that any woman you take to bed will know how to please herself in a solitary setting. With a bit of foresight and present-mindedness, she can simply carry her favorite techniques into two-person couplings.

Hardin and I spent some time experimenting with auto-erotic sex last night—sorry, men, it was all me!—and here are some of the techniques I enjoyed:

Leg scratches: While Hardin was fucking me in the legs-up position (him kneeling and holding my legs spread apart perpendicular to the mattress), I ran my fingertips slowly up and down my thighs, alternating occasionally palm massaging and fingernail scratching. Even though we don’t commonly think of the thighs as an erogenous zone, I found this quite pleasurable in a gentle, calming way. It helps if the man takes care of your vagina all by himself, varying the angle, depth and tempo of his thrusts.

Breast play: With us in the raised missionary position (Hardin on top of me balancing on his knees, my legs hooked around his, his arms supporting his torso above my body), I ran my fingertips gently around my breasts, making sure to touch the underside. As he continued to fuck me, with a firm and determined but not wild and untamed rhythm, I cupped my breasts in my hands and began rubbing the nipples and areolas with the undersides of my thumbs. An exquisite sensation! We didn’t do it last night, but the next step would be for me to rub and twist the nipples gently between thumb and forefinger, a sure-fire path for reaching orgasm. (Usually he does this, but hands are unisex!)

Mons pressure: The mons pubis is the tight ball of flesh appearing just above the clitoral opening. Placing a palm on the mons and pushing downward while a hard cock (or fingers, or dildo) thrusts inside the vagina greatly intensifies the pleasurable sensations coming from the intercourse. This increases the pressure on the clitoris without the sort of direct manipulation that some women find overly intense or uncomfortable. You can stretch out your fingers and stroke or scratch your man’s throbbing penis at the same time!

Labial stimulation: This masturbation technique is my favorite, and the studies indicate many women long for it, so why not take matters into your own hands? Even in a conventional man-on-top missionary position, with him resting his weight on her torso, the woman can burrow a hand under the man’s pelvis to stroke, pull or pinch her pussy lips. Just running a finger along an engorged, well-lubricated labium while it is wrapped around a hard cock (or thick dildo) is enough to make me gasp in wonder! But don’t stop there; your labia are marvelously pliable, so stroke and pull on them to your heart’s content.

Clitoral stimulation: The clitoris is one of the most sensitive parts of the woman’s genitalia—so sensitive, in some cases, that direct stimulation is too uncomfortable to enjoy. If you’re such a woman, the previous two techniques probably will yield better results. If you can handle it, though, rub your clit while you are being fucked and feel the fireworks go off in your mind! One of my favorite techniques is to get mine nice and erect and simply massage it, slowly, between the tips of my thumbs as my lover thrusts deeply into my pussy, or wiggles his hard cock without moving it in or out. Intense!

Madame noted that she enjoyed having her lover help her out with the manual side courses. Why not? You are the center of attention, so while you are working on one of your breasts, have him/her lick, suck, squeeze or nibble the other. Just be sure to reciprocate the next time!Years ago, Dr. Alex Comfort, while discussing what he called “handwork” in The Joy of Sex, wrote that “A woman with the divine gift of lechery will almost always make a superlative partner.” Never is this truer than when the woman turns her talents toward enhancing her own pleasure. For a happy, satisfied, orgasmic woman is the best lover of all!

Cum Together (April 13, 2007)

One of the attention-grabbing cover blurbs on the current (May) issue of Cosmopolitan is “How to Climax Together—A Surefire Technique That Takes You Both Over the Edge—Simultaneously.” Wow, I thought, something new here, and I quickly flipped the pages of this prodigious magazine (which is thicker than the telephone book for a typical midsize city) to page 174.

When I read the one-page article by Molly Triffin, though, I was disappointed by its lack of fresh insight. Triffin postulated what most of us know: that cumming at the same time as your partner “can be tricky to pull off.” She asked readers “what their roadblocks are to peaking together.” The research yielded two: women who can achieve orgasm only through oral sex or stimulation by hand, and “your timing is off.”

For women who don’t get gratification through penetration alone, Triffin suggested figuring out what it is that gives you an orgasm, and incorporating those techniques into lovemaking with your man. (Like virtually all Cosmo articles, this one ignored same-sex and group love.) Let’s say a woman achieves release when her man performs cunnilingus, perhaps adding some finger play around the clitoris, but not when he’s slamming his cock into her pussy. Triffin’s advice was to make the vaginal penetration more like the oral stimulation: use lube to make the pussy wetter, have the man insert his penis only halfway into her vagina at first (so it feels more like a finger or tongue) and rub the clit with someone’s fingertips when the action gets really hot.

If the concern is that the partners aren’t reaching nirvana at the same time, Triffin offered some different advice. Usually, she wrote, a woman needs more time to hit her apex than a man. To synchronize the differing arousal cycles of the partners, she suggested that they concentrate on the woman first. The man should finger her or eat her, all the while telling her how hot she looks, smells and tastes, and then roll over on his back so the woman can climb on top.In the superior stance, Triffin argued, the woman is in a better position to control the man’s progress toward orgasm, because she can insert his cock inside her a lot, a little or even not at all. In fact, if the man says he’s close to cumming and she’s not, Dr. Ian Kerner, a source Triffin quoted, said the woman should “pull out so that only the tip of his penis is in you, and make shallow movements” to work the nerve endings of the clit. An even more direct approach to stalling the man’s orgasm, Kerner continued, is to withdraw his cock all the way and squeeze it with a hand for a few seconds to cut off the blood flow.

Perhaps our author’s explanation of this subject was cut off at the knees by Cosmo’s rather severe space limitation, but I found the article incomplete and somewhat wanting. It seems to me the first thing a woman seeking to match her partner’s timing needs to do is to find out where she fits on the sliding scale of orgasmic response.

There is a range. Some women need a lot of time and loving to build up to one cataclysmic release—the “big one,” an orgasm that rips through the boundaries of mere pleasure and then drops into le petit mort—the “little death” that causes the lucky victim to collapse, physically and emotionally drained, for a moment or two. Some women will experience a less vigorous orgasm after a period of penetration. With continued stimulation she will go on to have another, weaker one, and perhaps a third, but then be done as the natural lubrication dries up. Others (and I am fortunate enough to be in this category) can reach their peak quickly and then cum and cum and cum, each orgasm as satisfying as the last, until the man drains his balls of their treasure.

How do you know which of these you are? If you are making yourself cum through masturbation or petting with a lover, ask yourself what you do and check how long it takes you to get off when you’re doing it. Ten to 15 minutes of intense fingering or dildoing probably puts you in the “Big O” category, but if two fingers rubbing your G-spot pulls your trigger within seconds, and leaves you groaning for more, you don’t need much help to enjoy yourself! Once the woman knows the likely trajectory of her arousal, she needs to communicate that to her lover, who needs to respond by giving her the attention she needs to maximize her pleasure. Triffin’s methods would work best with the “Big O” woman. She needs a lot of buildup, whether that’s hugging, caressing, kissing, licking, fingering or some combination of those, to achieve her release. Her lover should give her the foreplay she requires, and refrain from penetrating her with cock until she is getting close to cumming.

The woman at the other end of the spectrum may have the opposite problem: a few strokes from her man’s cock may be enough to blast her off. In this case he needs to know whether to get ready to pop his cork quickly when she starts to cum, or to keep fucking her so she can orgasm again—and again. A multi-orgasmic woman probably isn’t going to care which of her orgasms coincides with her man’s, so long as one of them does.

In my opinion knowing your lover’s probable path to orgasm is more important than the position you choose to get there. A competent man will be able to stimulate his woman in a way that matches the tempo of his own growing excitement, in whatever position the partners choose at the moment. Men who want to lengthen their own cycles should master the Kegel exercise—the same rhythmic contraction of the pubococcygeus muscle that pregnant women are advised to practice. A strong PC muscle helps a man control his cock better and makes sex more enjoyable.

In addition to whatever she says during the act, men, you really need to pay attention to the nonverbal clues your lady gives you. Heavy breathing, gasping, fingernails digging into your skin are all signs that she likes what you are doing, so do more of it! Lying in bed with eyes closed, limply holding your body or (worst of all) a drying pussy are warning signs that you need to do something else to get her off. Again, you should have some idea what she finds arousing or stimulating, and tailor your response accordingly. Even if you have to withdraw your cock temporarily to give her a relaxing back rub, the sacrifice of your immediate pleasure probably will pay dividends down the road.

To really get good at simultaneous orgasm, lovers need to practice too. First-timers will have an especially difficult time achieving one, since they are just beginning to learn each other’s likes and dislikes. So don’t get discouraged if you can’t make it happen at once, or even over a period of weeks or months. It took Hardin and me years of knowing just when to thrust, rub, bite and scream to achieve synchronicity, and even we miss each other’s peaks sometimes.

Nina Hartley, a self-acknowledged “Big O” woman, wrote in her Guide to Total Sex that she has “had, during intercourse, exactly two—count ‘em, two—simultaneous orgasms in the nearly thirty years I’ve been sexually active.” But her frustration certainly hasn’t ruined her sex life! Keep trying to orgasm at the same time as your lover, but relax and don’t think there’s anything wrong if you don’t. It just means you get to try again!

Whirlpool Tub (April 6, 2007)

This is the sort of conversation that might take place in your home if you have been writing The Sensuous Libertine for a year:

"Honey, have we done an HNT with the hot tub yet?"

"We did a Friday Positions with the one in California, but we haven't photographed you in ours yet."

"Well, let's take off our clothes and grab the camera!"

When we were looking to replace our previous home, I insisted that our new house must have a hot tub. At that time the whirlpool in the master bath was becoming a common luxury, and most of the houses we looked at featured one, or sometimes two. I remember a couple in particular: a shiny black one in the middle of a huge bathroom with a large shower and a bidet alongside the tub, and a snow-white one on the first floor of a two-floor house, French doors on two sides of the room giving the occupants a good view out--and outsiders a good view in!

But those houses faltered in other areas, primarily price. We later found a bargain in our current house. The whirlpool in the house was in somewhat more cramped quarters than these other examples, but it was clean and bright and right under a high window that lets copious sun in the room by day and the moon and stars at night.

We planned ahead for our first dip in the tub, buying champagne and acrylic glasses to drink it from while bubbling away in the hot water. We even got a plastic ice bucket for keeping the wine chilled. Having our own hot tub turned out to be more fun than even we expected, and over a decade later we still use it a lot. Slip into the heated water . . . let it warm and relax your body. Turn on the whirlpool motor and feel the jets of foam shooting out of the sides of the tub. Sink down into the roiling liquid and enjoy the sensations!

Hardin is stepping into the tub too. What does he have in mind? It never fails--he is stroking his cock, slowly, into a magnificent erection. In my half-dreamy state, his cock becomes alive, gesturing to me with imagined hands, imploring me to enjoy him . . .

Without thinking, I rise on my feet, my arms straight out behind me, holding up the top part of my body. Hardin deftly slides his body between my spread legs. The demonstrative cock is now beneath me, still gesturing and cajoling me to sit on him, to bury him in my pussy, to let him fuck me! And do I want him! I slide myself down Hardin's legs until the head of his dong is inside, then make a huge splash in the water with my ass as we begin our screw in the X position . . .

Sex in the water is so calming. I don't really care whether I achieve orgasm or not; I'm just enjoying the closeness of my man at this point. But he's getting excited! He lifts his taut ass off the bottom of the tub to meet my thrusts, one by one. He squeezes my breasts with his hands. Water splashes all around our faces and outside the tub. Finally, his face contorts in the unmistakable style of a man reaching orgasm. I lift off just in time to see his cum leaking down his cock and balls to float on the surface of the water.

My next order of business is to towel off and see what's in the refrigerator for dinner. But wait a minute! Hardin claims he has managed another erection! I'd better stop in bed and check this out first . . .

Under Water (July 7, 2006)

Late Saturday night we pulled up to our motel, halfway home. Getting out of the car, we noticed the swimming pool on the side of the building, deserted and shimmering in the nighttime heat. I looked at my man, and he looked at me. Each of us immediately knew what the other was thinking--and I'll bet you do, too!

Sex in the water is not something we have much experience doing. I've already written about our experimentation in our whirlpool bath, and we have an occasional standing screw in our shower, but that's about it. The swimming pool we use during the summer is a public one, and with all the mommies and kiddies around it's just not conducive to erotic dalliances. The same is true of most hotel pools, which are usually indoors or surrounded by multiple floors of windows outdoors. Why the architect for this establishment put the pool in this location, out of sight of the front desk and next to an end wall with virtually no windows, was a mystery to us--and a rare opportunity.

All right, we asked each other when we made it up to our room, how are we going to do this? There probably was a security camera scanning the pool, so we didn't want to risk being nude. I put on the halter top of my bathing suit, but instead of the bottom I wore a stretched-out thong that could be pulled aside for easy access. He chose a pair of boxers with a generous slit for peeing instead of his swimming trunks. Quietly, we padded down the stairs and opened the door to the pool area.

The sign said the pool closed at 10 p.m.--it was now about 11:30--but that wasn't going to stop us. We opened the gate (no lock), stepped inside the fence and slid quietly into the shallow end of the pool. After becoming acclimated to the warm water (almost like bath water), we got down to business.As we kissed, I stroked his cock under water until it was hard (it didn't take long). His fingers worked their way under the back string of my thong and caressed my ass. Feeling myself well-lubricated after a few minutes of foreplay, I told him now was the time, and teased his erection out of his pants. He pulled down my thong and I worked one leg free. Putting my arms around his shoulders, I lifted myself up and wrapped my legs around his ass. After a few abortive tries, he slid his length into my pussy.

The sensation was good, but not great. On the plus side, my buoyancy helped him support me, so he was able to last longer than he would have if he were suspending me in mid-air. Conversely, the water made my skin a little slippery, and he had some trouble holding me in place to get that good, orgasm-making angle of penetration. He backed me against the sidewall of the pool to steady me, but after a while that began to chafe against my skin. I came once or twice during this whole affair, but eventually we decided we would have more fun up on our bed. We climbed out of the pool, made our way upstairs, and did just that.

This week I'm looking for advice from you. Have you enjoyed sex in a swimming pool (or in a lake/river/ocean)? Are there any positions that work well for you? Any you would advise others not to try? I would like to benefit from your experience before attempting underwater sex again. (Of course, if you've mastered that advanced aquatic feat of giving blow jobs or eating pussy underwater, I'd like to hear about that too!)

From kindabiz: “Stand on the shallow part of the pool where your feet touches the floor but you are totally immersed in water.

“Hold your woman against the pool wall and lift her up with her legs wrapped around your waist. Her arms around yr neck. Or let arms rest on the pool floor above ... that way its better ... she can totally support herself and not burden you with her weight ! Grind into her slowly picking up the pace slowly.

“It will definitely take you a while to come ..... but it will be intense !! Slow .... hard jerks of cum coming into her. Once you totally ejaculate ... then only slide your cock out !

“Only had 3 pool side experiences and this was the only position I could enjoy.”

Under Water, Part II (July 14, 2006)

It was a modest little hot tub, maybe eight feet in diameter, set beside our hotel next to the much larger swimming pool. We had just arrived at our hotel in Southern California, dumped our luggage in our room, dug through the bags to find our swimsuits and requested towels at the front desk. The time was about 4:30 p.m. And we were all alone as we opened the gate to the pool area.

I dipped my foot into the clear waters, shimmering in the sun’s afternoon heat. A bit warmer than body temperature. Just right! I descended the tile stairs, deeper, deeper until just my neck and shoulders were exposed to the air. It felt wonderful! I sat on the bench that encircled the tub and looked at my man. He turned the knob of the timer, and in seconds powerful jets of air began shooting through the water, their bubbles rising to the top in a continuous stream. He followed my path into the tub, and we found jets to massage our backs. Aaaaahhhhhh . . .

Through my sunglasses I looked up to see palm trees reaching into the calm blue sky. Cars rushed by on the highway, partly hidden by a line of shrubs. The bushes encircled the pool outside the fence, blocking the parking lot from casual view. And no one else came to use the facilities. Maybe the other guests were unpacking, or getting ready for dinner, or maybe still stuck in traffic. Hmmmm. If nobody comes by . . .

Last week I wrote about our recent experience with sex in a swimming pool, something we had rarely attempted in over thirty years of lovemaking. It was all right, but not particularly noteworthy. We had problems getting the angle of penetration just right and the side of that pool was not particularly comfortable against my skin. But many of you encouraged us to give underwater sex another try, and I slowly realized that here was my opportunity to do just that! The thought of getting it on in this tub, outside, in broad daylight, soon overpowered any reluctance left over from last week’s episode.

I glanced over my shoulder. The timer showed about ten minutes to go. Now! I slid over to my man, arms outstretched, and initiated a hot, tongue-tangling kiss. As we disengaged, I reached down and began rubbing his crotch. “You want to?” he asked, smiling. “Yeah!” I replied, my excitement growing with the size of his cock. He looked around to see if anyone was coming and, finding nothing, popped his erection out of the elastic of his black trunks.

I stood in front of him as he stroked his dong and, simultaneously, hooked a finger around my bikini bottom to pull it aside. Yes! His digits dove into my cunt, leaving me gasping in delight. But I needed more! I straddled his seated body, my feet on the floor of the tub, and lowered myself onto his lovely member.

This variant of the seated position was so much better than the stand-up we used at the last hotel! The hot tub’s concrete bench made all the difference, providing rock-solid stability for both of us. When I sank down on his cock, it stayed put and drove straight and true into my body. I bounced up and down on him, his hands firmly grasping my ass, our lips meeting passionately again and again, the jets kicking cool spray into the air. The combined sensations of flowing water and thrusting cock were like nothing I had ever experienced in my own indoor whirlpool bath. When I came, rather than moaning or crying out my lover’s name as I often do, I grabbed his shoulders, dropped my head back and began laughing deliriously at the sun. It was that good!

But then, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a man pulling his suitcase from a car parked outside the bushes. He didn’t notice us for a moment, but eventually our up-and-down motion drew a glance, which turned into a look, which turned into a stare. Yes, here were two fifty-year-olds, embracing in the hot tub, with me bobbing up and down, obviously doing the big nasty. Not wanting to interrupt our coitus, I looked straight at him and flashed a broad, sweet smile. He laughed, shook his head and pulled his suitcase toward the hotel. Move along, I thought, once again convulsing in laughter. Nothing to see here!

Soon afterward the timer clicked off and the hot tub returned to its quiet state of rest. I reluctantly rose from my position of pleasure, leaving my man one last kiss as I climbed out of the water and reached for my towel. He replaced his penis inside his pants and followed me out the gate, perhaps a bit disappointed at not reaching orgasm, but the thought of leaving a floating white blob or two for the next users seemed a little gross to me. He could have all the fun he wanted when we got upstairs. And he did!

We used the hot tub several more times during our stay, but there were always other people there. On our last night the pool was overrun by kids, running around, screaming and splashing like kids do. No outdoor play for us that evening! But we would take our warm, happy memories of sex in the sun and swirling waters with us when we left for home.

Office Sex (November 17, 2006)

How did I get stuck with this crappy job anyway? It’s long after dark, everyone else has gone home, and I’m sitting here in the conference room stuffing flyers into envelopes to get them into tomorrow’s mail. We want to drum up business for our next show.

I hear a knock on the window. It’s Hardin! He’s off work himself, and he’s answered my call for help. I let him in with a kiss—affectionate, but hurried. I want to get this damn job done and have some fun!He sits down next to me. I show him what to do: put the orange flyer and the white order form in every envelope, then seal it and put it in the mail bin. Easy enough, he says. Wordlessly, we get to work.

The minutes become hours. Slowly, laboriously, the piles of flyers shrink and the stack of outgoing envelopes grows. The cleaning lady comes through, empties the trash, and leaves. I hear her put away her mop and bucket and lock the door behind her. The office becomes quiet, the only sounds made by our hands as we stuff the envelopes and fill the bin.

I look over at Hardin. He’s such a dear. He could be at home watching a ball game, or an adult film, , or out drinking with his friends. But he’s here with me, without a complaint. I look again at the concentration on his face, his furrowed brow leading to his balding forehead. His hands. His chest under his tight sweater.

I am getting horny.

I get up and push away the flyers and envelopes. I step over to Hardin and begin licking his ear. He acts like he doesn’t notice, which only causes me to grow bolder. I see him reach for his crotch.

He turns. We kiss. He knows what I want.

“Here?” he smiles. “Yes!” I reply.

I am wearing a thick sweater and a wide, roomy blue jean skirt with socks and clogs. I hop on the conference room table, lean back and remove my panties, working them slowly down my legs, letting my clogs drop to the floor, one by one. I slide my ass to the edge of the table, spread my legs and put my stockinged feet on the armrests of Hardin’s chair.

He gets it. He dives between my thighs, inside my billowing skirt. I feel his tongue touch my pussy lips, flicking deliciously across them. My hands land on his back and pull him in.

Now he’s on his knees, working a finger up my pussy. I’m moaning as his tongue massages my clit, quite roughly. I’m sure he’s stroking his cock with his other hand. I’m so hot, I want it! NOW!

I lean back farther. His head emerges from my skirt. He stands up and kisses my mouth, my wet taste lingering on his lips. I see his belt is undone, his jeans have dropped to his knees and he is sliding his boxers down his legs to reveal his eager erection. I smile at him. Let the sex break begin!

He grabs my waist and slides my ass to the edge of the table, leaving my skirt bunched up by my waist. My arm hits the mail bin and tips it over, spreading the envelopes across the surface. I don’t give a damn. He works the head of his cock up and down my labia, moistening it with my natural lubricant, teasing the hell out of me. “Fuck me, you son of a bitch!” I hiss. I look around, listening for any indication of activity in the building, but all is quiet. He advances toward me.

His cock slips into my pussy, at first just an inch or two. I gasp at the familiar and yet intoxicating sensation. With each thrust he puts it in a bit deeper, a bit more forcefully. I am bucking up against him now, craving his entire length. I feel his pubic fringe titillating my clit as he holds me tight and wiggles his dong inside of me. We kiss, our tongues intertwined, as the hot flush of orgasm reddens my cheeks.He backs off and begins fucking me, hard. His vigorous, insistent strokes induce orgasm after orgasm. I feel my pussy gushing lubricant around his length, asking for more, even more penetration. Time seems suspended and the menial task of envelope stuffing is a distant memory. I can concentrate only on my own fulfillment, my own enjoyment. I cum again!

With a roar, he loses himself inside me. I sense his potent seed mixing with my juice in an intoxicating cocktail that satisfies like no other. He continues to thrust his diminishing length, taking me in his arms and kissing me again, until it plops out, spent. I smile, kiss my fingertip and touch it to the end of his retracted cock.

He pulls up his pants, grabs some Kleenex from my coat pocket and cleans me up. Paper towels absorb the mess on the tabletop. I look at the envelopes strewn across the table, and then at him. “Come on,” I tell him, “let’s get this finished so we can go home and have some real sex!” He smiles, sits down and reaches for an envelope . . .

*******

When we were young, office sex was not unusual. Since then, sexual harassment litigation has become a national sport, and rules prohibiting the practice have proliferated. Security cameras and all-night patrols have made it riskier. But it’s still fun to sneak one in on the company’s premises. The possibility of discovery just adds to the excitement, as does the thought of the board of directors meeting in the exact same spot that you were wantonly fucking a few hours before.

Since most employers don’t provide mattresses or even couches, desktop or tabletop sex is the position of necessity. The woman can sit on the table, as I did, or stand up and bend over it in the Cherrie position, offering rear entry to her mate. Either can be fun and fulfilling under the right circumstances.

Spin the VCR (October 20, 2006)

You may have heard of the old game “spin the bottle.” If not, here’s a definition I pulled off the Internet: “A group of boys and girls arrange themselves in a circle, alternating boy/girl/boy/girl. Put a Coke bottle in the center. Each player takes turn spinning the bottle. Whoever spun the bottle has to kiss whichever person of the opposite sex the bottle was pointing at.”

Sort of tame, wouldn’t you say? And where are you going to find an old-fashioned glass Coke bottle these days? Maybe that’s why the game went out of favor. Those two-liter plastic bottles Coke comes in now don’t spin very well.

We have to thank our former neighbor and lover Sasha for an updated, sexier variant of this. We call it Spin the VCR. Yeah, I know, many people have retired their VCRs, too, but this doesn’t work as well with DVDs.

To play the game, you need two or more horny people, preferably already naked and excited, a videocassette recorder and television, an adult videotape and a bed, soft carpet or other good place to have sex. One of those “comp” tapes that comes with your adult film order works best. Short for “compilation” or “complimentary” (I’m not sure which), these tapes show a variety of unrelated sex scenes, with twosomes, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes merrily sucking and fucking the night away in a variety of locales and positions. Of course, no one should have watched this tape yet (or recently); you want what’s on it to be a surprise.

Turn on the TV, slide in the tape and hand the remote to whoever is the drunkest and giggliest of the group (almost always one of the women). She pushes fast forward and everyone listens to the tape spin. Inebriated cries of “Stop!” can be heard, along with “No!” laughing and giggling. Finally, she hits stop and then play. Performers appear on the screen, engaged in whatever sex act they might be engaged in.

Then you do whatever they are doing!

My memories of these games are hazy, but I’ll tie together some snippets for you. Sasha, Hardin and I would be lying on Sasha’s queen-sized bed in her room, late at night, having consumed quite a bit of wine and removed our clothes. Usually I end up with the remote. The VCR is spinning away, and I push stop and play. A horny woman appears, bouncing up and down on her man’s cock. We watch for a minute, me helping Hardin stroke himself to his full length, and then he lies down on the bed, head toward the TV so I can watch.

I climb on his erection, let it sink into my pussy, and, with Sasha’s encouragement, begin bouncing up and down on it. I have to hurry up and cum before the end of the scene on the TV, since if it changes we stop and spin the tape again! I fuck Hardin furiously while watching the performers on TV, and get off just as the man pulls out and aims a healthy squirt of semen at the camera.

Sasha’s turn! At this point she can push fast forward or reverse, it’s her choice. She pushes reverse and runs back to the beginning of the tape, where a blonde lady is sucking off a man with a huge cock. Sasha has black hair and Hardin isn’t huge, but she smiles, tosses her hair back and goes down on Hardin’s dong, still slick with my juices. Hardin kneels on the bed so that both of them can watch the screen. It’s not in the script, but I lean back on the pillows and play with my pussy. The scene ends, Hardin still hasn’t cum, and he grabs the remote.

Spinning, spinning . . . stop! Play! Wow! A man’s cock is penetrating a woman’s hot cunt, as another woman licks his shaft. We can all be in this one! It’s Sasha’s turn to be fucked; we pause the tape so I can slide a rubber down his shaft. Hardin lies down diagonally on the bed, with Sasha positioned over him in the reverse cowgirl position, me between his legs, so we all can watch the TV. He hits play, I grab his hard, latex-clad cock and guide it into Sasha’s box, then kneel to lick the two of them while playing with myself with my other hand.This is so hot! The film switches from close-up penetration shots, with the second woman hornily licking the man’s cock, to facials showing the players’ passion. Watching my man fuck my girlfriend right in front of my face is incredibly erotic, and I begin to cum greedily on my fingers. From her moans, I know Sasha is close too! Then, on screen, the man’s cock pops out of the woman’s vagina and the second woman, without missing a beat, shoves it in her mouth! I pull Hardin’s dong out of Sasha, lick her juice off the rubber, and stuff it back in, listening to her moan . . .

Will Hardin pop his cork before the lucky actor on the tape does? Why not try this for yourself? You can play with two, but it’s even more fun with three or more. If you find a two men with one woman scene, have one of your women don a strap-on and reverse roles. I think you’ll like it!

The Ananga Ranga

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The Ananga Ranga (July 6, 2007)

The great princely sage and arch-poet, Kalyana Malla versed in all the arts, after consulting many wise and holy men, and having examined the opinions of many poets, and extracted the essence of their wisdom, composed, with a view of pleasing his sovereign, a work which was called Ananga Ranga. May it ever be appreciated by the discerning, for it hath been dedicated to those who are desirous of studying the art and mystery of man's highest enjoyment, and to those who are best acquainted with the science and practice of dalliance and love-delight.

Everyone with an interest in sex has heard of the Kama Sutra, the ancient Indian text which has come to symbolize the sex-friendly philosophy of the Orient in the years before European colonization imposed its strait-laced mores on the populace. To me, though, the Kama Sutra is one of the most impenetrable texts ever written on the subject. I find it ponderous, repetitive and dull, and my paperback translation routinely resides at the bottom of the stacks of books about sex that, for want of a socially-acceptable display place during my child-rearing years, reside under my bed.

But in the course of the more focused research into sex that Hardin and I have enjoyed since we began to write this blog, we came across another Indian work that we find much more useful and understandable, if equally quaint: the Ananga Ranga. This collection of ancient wisdom was written in Sanskrit by the aforementioned Kalyana Malla about 1172 A.D., and we might not know about it today if not for the efforts of Sir Richard F. Burton.

Born in Torquay, Devon in 1821, Burton grew up in France and Italy as well as England and developed a love of languages. Reputedly, he had an affair with a Roma (gypsy) woman at a young age and picked up the rudiments of her language, along with a taste for exotic sex, both of which would factor into his future.

Burton attended Oxford, but his rebellious nature was a poor match for that institution. Eventually, the officials expelled him for attending a steeplechase, which (for some reason) was against school rules. Burton was so enraged, the story goes, he drove his horse and carriage through the school’s flower beds on his way out.

Joining the army of the East Indian Company, Burton shipped out to the subcontinent and was enraptured by the sexually-open Indian culture, which was so different from the anti-sexual strictures of Western Europe at the time. He learned several local languages, along with Persian and Arabic, and became so knowledgeable about the culture that he was able to pass for a native.

This brought him an undercover assignment: investigating a brothel frequented by British soldiers where the prostitutes were young Indian boys. Taking a clinical interest in the proceedings, Burton produced a detailed report that (despite the Army’s assurance it would be kept secret) eventually was circulated, giving him a reputation as an expert in the sexual practices of the East.

Burton’s subsequent career included exploration of the inland lakes of East Africa and the rivers of Brazil. He participated in the traditional pilgrimage to Mecca, which was quite a dangerous journey for a disguised non-Muslim. But he is best known for his translations (occasionally with collaborators, since Sanskrit was not one of the 29 languages he could speak) of erotic texts for Western audiences.

Burton produced English versions of the Kama Sutra in 1883, The Book of a Thousand Nights and a Night in 1885 (later condensed by Andrew Lang into the better-known Arabian Nights) and the Ananga Ranga, also in 1885. His interest in sex became so all-consuming that he measured the penises of backwoods men he met during his travels to determine whether there were measurable differences in size between different ethnic groups. The Ananga Ranga is a sex manual, and as such its publication was outlawed under the Obscene Publications Act of 1857. Burton got around the law by creating the Kama Shastra Society and privately circulating this work among members, dedicating it “to that small portion of the British Public which takes enlightened interest in studying the manners and customs of the olden East.”

I find the Ananga Ranga (the name means “Stage of the Bodiless One”), subtitled The Hindu Art of Love, to be an interesting study on two counts. First, it demonstrates that many of the sex positions we use today, and that I have featured in my Friday Positions entries, are nothing new; they were well known when the book was written over 800 years ago. Second, its descriptions of women are by turns insultingly patronizing and remarkably insightful—surprising, since this is a work written by men for men.

Kalyana Malla wrote the Ananga Ranga to keep marriages from breaking up due to sexual boredom. He reminded readers that, second only to religious and spiritual enlightenment, “the satisfaction and pleasure arising from the possession of a beautiful woman” is the greatest joy any man can derive from his existence. But, then as now, men were not naturally proficient at realizing the full potential of their romantic relationships:

Men, it is true, marry for the sake of undisturbed congress, as well as for love and comfort, and often they obtain handsome and attractive wives. But they do not give them plenary contentment, nor do they themselves thoroughly enjoy their charms. The reason of which is, that they are purely ignorant of the Scripture of Cupid, the Kama Shastra; and, despising the difference between the several kinds of women, they regard them only in an animal point of view. Such men must be looked upon as foolish and unintelligent; and this book is composed with the object of preventing lives and loves being wasted in similar manner, and the benefits to be derived from its study are set forth in the following verses.

Kalyana advised men to determine the “temperament” of their women and to make love to them as their temperament dictates. He identified four “classes of temperament”:

--The Padmini, or Lotus-woman: “Her face is pleasing as the full moon; her body, well clothed with flesh, is soft as the Shiras or mustard-flower; her skin is fine, tender and fair as the yellow lotus, never dark-coloured . . . Her eyes are bright and beautiful as the orbs of the fawn, well-cut, and with reddish corners. Her bosom is hard, full and high; . . . Her Yoni [vagina] resembles the open lotus-bud, and her Love-seed (Kama-salila, the water of life) is perfumed like the lily which has newly burst. She walks with swanlike gait, and her voice is low and musical as the note of the Kokila-bird; she delights in white raiment, in fine jewels, and in rich dresses. She eats little, sleeps lightly . . .”

--The Chitrini, or Art-woman: “[M]iddle size, neither short nor tall, with bee-black hair, thin, round, shell-like neck; tender body; waist lean-girthed as the lion's; hard, full breasts; well-turned thighs and heavily made hips. The hair is thin about the Yoni, the Mons Veneris being soft, raised and round. The Kama-salila (love seed) is hot, and has the perfume of honey, producing from its abundance a sound during the venereal rite. Her eyes roll, and her walk is coquettish, like the swing of an elephant, whilst her voice is that of the peacock. She is fond of pleasure and variety; she delights in singing and in every kind of accomplishment, especially the arts manual; her carnal desires, are not strong, and she loves her “pets,” parrots, Mainas and other birds.”

--The Shankhini, or Conch-woman: “[B]ilious temperament, her skin being always hot and tawny, or dark yellow-brown; her body is large, or waist thick, and her breasts small; her head, hands, and feet are thin and long, and she looks out of the corners of her eyes. Her Yoni is ever moist with Kama-salila, which is distinctly salt, and the cleft is covered with thick hair. Her voice is hoarse and harsh, of the bass or contralto type; her gait is precipitate; she eats with moderation and she delights in clothes, flowers and ornaments of red colour. She is subject to fits of amorous passion, which make her head hot and her brain confused, and at the moment of enjoyment, she thrusts her nails into her husband's flesh. She is of choleric constitution, hard-hearted, insolent and vicious; irascible, rude and ever addicted to finding fault.”

--The Hastini, or Elephant-woman: “[S]hort of stature; she has a stout, coarse body, and her skin, if fair, is of a dead white; her hair is tawny, her lips are large; her voice is harsh, choked, and throaty (voix de gorge) and her neck is bent. Her gait is slow, and she walks in a slouching manner; often the toes of one foot are crooked. Her Kama-salila has the savour of the juice which flows in the spring from the elephant's temples. She is tardy in the Art of Love, and can be satisfied only by prolonged congress, in fact, the longer the better, but it will never suffice her. She is gluttonous, shameless, and irascible.”

For Kalyana, everything flowed from the classification in which each woman fell. The Ananga Ranga includes tables suggesting the best days in the lunar month and the best hours during the day at which men should satisfy each temperament of woman. We are told “the Chitrini and the Shankhini derive no satisfaction from day congress,” while the Hastini, in contrast, are horniest during the daylight hours. According to Kalyana, if the timetables are not followed carefully, “neither sex will be thoroughly satisfied; indeed, both will be disposed to lust after strange embraces, and thus they will be led by adultery into quarrels, murders, and other deadly sins.”

Kalyana’s classifications are meaningless in our modern context. I recognize several of my own traits in each of them, and no single one comes close to describing me accurately. His core concept, though, is sound: in order to please a woman, sexually or in the broader context of the relationship, a man needs to take the time and make the effort to get to know the woman. He must know her so well he can predict her needs and wants before she expresses them verbally. He won’t always be successful in his anticipation, of course, but that’s not necessary. What the woman really wants is reassurance that her man is thinking about her and trying to care for her. This creates the climate of trust and comfort most women require to let down their guard and unleash their sexuality in full force.

Next Friday (and I’ll try to get it done on time) we’ll begin exploring the sex positions of the Ananga Ranga.

External Enjoyments (July 13, 2007)

And, moreover, let it be noted, that the desires of the woman being colder and slower to rouse than those of the man, she is not easily satisfied by a single act of congress; her slower powers of excitement demand prolonged embraces, and if these be denied her, she feels aggrieved. At the second act, however, her passions being thoroughly aroused, she finds the orgasm more violent, and then she is thoroughly contented. This state of things is clean reversed in the case of the man, who approaches the first act burning with love heat, which cools during the second, and which leaves him languid and disinclined for a third.

The ancient Indian text of the Ananga Ranga is alternately insightful and bizarre to the modern reader. Many women would agree that the second orgasm can be bigger, better and more satisfying than the first, and that the man who can have sex two, three or more times in a row is valuable indeed. But some of the other advice Kalyana Malla gives his readers is quite strange.

Chapter 6, for example, provides instructions on love potions for both sexes. Kalyana counsels men to “take the powder of sensitive plant, the root of green lotus-flowers, the Bassia latifolia, and barley-flower; and, after mixing it up with some of his own Kama-salila [semen],” to smear the concoction on his forehead, which “will subdue the world of women, and she who looks upon his brow cannot fail to feel for him the most eager desire.”

If that’s too much trouble, try this: “The man who, after enjoying his wife, catches some of his own Kama-salila in his left hand, and applies it to her left foot, will find her entirely submissive to his win.”

And for the lady who desires to seduce a man: “Take a human skull from the cemetery or burning ground on the eighth day of the moonlit fortnight of the seventh month Ashvini (September-October), expose it to fire, and collect the soot upon a plate held over it; let this be drawn over the inner surface of the eye-lids, instead of the usual antimony, and the effect will be to fascinate every one.”

Kalyana does quite well when he describes the attributes of the love-struck woman in Chapter 4: “The following are the signs by which the wise know that a woman is amorous: She rubs and repeatedly smoothes her hair (so that it may look well). She scratches her head (that notice may be drawn to it). She strokes her own cheeks (so as to entice her husband). She draws her dress over her bosom, apparently to readjust it, but leaves her breasts partly exposed. She bites her lower lip, chewing it, as it were.”

But I expect very few women would subscribe to this prediction: “The man whose Linga [penis] is very long, will be wretchedly poor. The man whose Linga is very thick, will ever be in distress. The man whose Linga is thin and lean, will be very lucky; and the man whose Linga is short, will be a Rajah.”

The meat of this work is found in Chapters 8 and 9, where Kalyana instructs his male readers what to do with their linga. Kalyana divides his teachings on sex techniques into “external enjoyments” and “internal enjoyments.” The former corresponds to what we generally call foreplay.

How many of us, when greeting our lovers, throw our arms around them and kiss them passionately on the mouth? That’s effective and fun, but why not surprise him or her with one of these alternatives?

--The Tila-Tandula: “The man and woman, standing in front of each other, should fold each other to the bosom by closely encircling the waist. Then taking care to remain still, and by no means to move, they should approach the Linga to the Yoni [vagina], both being veiled by the dress, and avoid interrupting the contact for some time.” How could you not be turned on by the sensation of his cock stiffening against your pussy as you stare into his eyes?

--The Viddhaka, or nipple kiss: “The husband sits still, closing his eyes, and the wife, placing herself close to him, should pass her right arm over his shoulder and apply her bosom to his, pressing him forcibly, whilst he returns her embrace with equal warmth.” If you or your lover has sensitive nipples, rubbing your nipples against his or hers will certainly stoke your fires!

--The Valleri-vreshtita, or “embracing as the creeper twines about the tree”: “Whilst both are standing upright, the wife clings to her husband’s waist, and passes her leg around his thigh, kissing him repeatedly and softly until he draws in his breath like one suffering from the cold. In fact, she must endeavour to imitate the vine enfolding the tree which supports it.”

Kissing doesn’t have to stop at contact between lips. The Ghatika kiss (one of ten forms Kalyana describes) “is done by the wife, who, excited with passion, covers her husband's eyes with her hands, and closing her own eyes, thrusts her tongue into his mouth, moving it to and fro with a motion so pleasant and slow that it at once suggests another and higher form of enjoyment.”

Lip-chewing is a feature of several of these techniques. In Uttaroshta kissing, the woman “should take her husband's lower lip between her teeth, chewing and biting it gently; whilst he does the same to her upper lip. In this way both excite themselves to the height of passion.”

Fingernail scratching and biting are important elements of “external enjoyment,” too. Scratching “the nails of the first three fingers on the back, the breasts and the parts about the Yoni . . . is highly proper when going abroad to a distant country, as it serves for a keep-sake and a token of remembrance.” Kalyana recommends biting the lover’s tongue and various other points within the mouth, and leaving “deep and lasting marks” upon the skin when the couple separates for a time. “After his disappearance,” he wrote, “she will look at them, and will frequently remember him with yearning heart.”

The woman’s hair is not to be neglected. The man may hold her hair with both hands, as he kisses her, or pull her to him using the hair as a leash. “Holding the crest hair of love,” Kalyana writes, is “when, during the act of copulation, the husband holds with both hands his wife's hair above her ears, whilst she does the same thing to him, and both exchange frequent kisses upon the mouth.”

Fortunate is the woman “who, having spread a soft, fine bed, in a charming apartment, sits upon it at night-time, and awaits her husband, with great expectation, now half closing her eyes, then fixing her glance on the door.” Fortunate too is the wandering man who “bears upon his body all the marks of sexual enjoyment, produced by sleeping with a rival wife,” and then “with eyes reddened by keeping late hours, he returns to his beloved struck with fear and in an agitated state, coaxing her, and speaking sweet words, for the purpose of sueing her to congress, and she half listens to him, but yields at last.”

But most fortunate of all is the “woman who loves her husband very dearly, whose eyes are light and lively, who has decorated herself with jewels and garlands, well knowing the wishes of her man, and who, burning with desire, awaits his coming, propped up with pillows in a sleeping-apartment appropriated to pleasure, and sumptuously adorned with mirrors and pictures.”

Internal Enjoyments (July 20, 2007)

By "internal enjoyment" is meant the art of congress which follows the various external preliminaries described in the last chapter. These embraces, kisses and sundry manipulations, must always be practised according to the taste of husband and wife, and if persisted in as the Shastra, directs, they will excessively excite the passions of the woman, and will soften and loosen her Yoni so as to be ready for carnal connection.

In Chapter 9 of the Ananga Ranga, Kalyana Malla explains the 32 “carnal connections” that make up his directory of sexual intercourse between men and women. He divides his positions into “five main Bandha or A'sana-forms or postures of congress” with the man on top of the woman, and then discusses the Purushayita, positions where the woman is on top of the man.

The first of these categories, Uttana-bandha, is “the great division so-called by men well versed in the Art of Love, when a woman lies upon her back.” Kalyana lists eleven variations of what contemporary students of sex would call the missionary position:

-- Samapada-uttana-bandha, “when the husband places his wife upon her back, raises both her legs, and placing them upon his shoulders, sits close to her and enjoys her.”

-- Nagara-uttana-bandha, “when the husband places his wife upon her back, sits between her legs, raises them both, keeping them on either side of his waist, and thus enjoys her.”

-- Traivikrama-uttana-bandha, “when one of the wife’s legs is left lying upon the bed or carpet, the other being placed upon the head of the husband, who supports himself upon both hands.”

-- Vyomapada-uttana-bandha, “when the wife, lying upon her back, raises with her hands both legs, drawing them as far back as her hair; the husband, then sitting close to her, places both hands upon her breasts and enjoys her.”

-- Smarachakrasana, “a mode very much enjoyed by the voluptuary.” The man sits upright between the legs of the woman, “extends his arms on both sides of her as far as he can, and thus enjoys her.”

-- Avidarita, “when the wife raises both her legs, so that they may touch the bosom of her husband, who, sitting between her thighs, embraces and enjoys her.”

-- Saumya-bandha, when the “wife lies supine, and the husband, as usual, sits; he places both hands under her back, closely embracing her, which she returns by tightly grasping his neck.”

-- Jrimbhita-asana, in which the woman lies with pillows under the small of her back to bend “in the form of a bow,” and rises to the elevated vagina by kneeling upon a cushion. “This is an admirable form of congress,” Kalyana observes, “and is greatly enjoyed by both.”

-- Veshtita-asana, “when the wife lies upon her back cross-legged and raises her feet a little; this position is very well fitted for those burning with desire.”

-- Venuvidarita, when “the wife, lying upon her back, places one leg upon her husband's shoulder, and the other on the bed or carpet.”
-- Sphutma-uttana-bandha, “when the husband, after insertion and penetration, raises the legs of his wife, who still lies upon her back, and joins her thighs closely together.”

The Saumya position is the classic missionary: the lovers face front to front, holding their bodies close together, their arms around each other. The rest increase the distance between the partners; they touch each other less, but see each other more. The Nagara position, with the man holding the woman’s legs on either side of his torso, and the Veshtita position, with the woman crossing her legs in front of the man’s body, allow the man to enter with his body at roughly a 45-degree angle. For the Traivikrama (one leg resting on the man’s forehead, the other on the floor or bed) and the Venuvidarita (one leg resting on the man’s shoulder), the man must be even more upright. The Samapada (both legs on the man’s shoulders), Avidarita (both legs on the man’s chest), and Sphutma (the man holds the woman’s legs together in front of him) put the bodies of the lovers at right angles to each other.

It’s difficult to argue with the Saumya, since it’s easy and quite comfortable for both participants. The Nagara allows deeper penetration than the Veshtita, which would be well suited to a large man entering a petite woman. The Traivikrama is the most intriguing of the perpendicular positions, partly because I can’t recall ever seeing anyone fucking with the woman’s leg in front of the man’s eyes, blocking his view. During our test drive, we added a refinement Kalyana didn’t mention: kissing and licking of the back of the woman’s leg, including the sensitive skin on the inside of the knee. This ticklish stimulation made me giggle!

For lusty bedboard-banging fun, it’s hard to beat the Vyomapada, the reclining, spread-‘em-wide, show us what you’ve got position often assumed by adult film actresses for publicity shots. I can’t hold it very long—it’s hard on the back and the hamstring muscles—but the man has the most freedom to thrust, circle and grind in this posture, and he can really drive his cock in deep! If you need to tighten up the vaginal canal for more clitoral stimulation, the Sphutma (legs vertical and held together by the man) and the Jrimbhita (lying down and elevating the pelvis with pillows) work quite well.

That leaves the Smarachakrasana, which probably belongs with the sitting positions rather than the missionary ones. It’s intimate, but suffers from the disadvantage of most positions where the man is resting on his ass: it’s difficult for him to thrust.

If you’re not enamored of this posture, never fear; Kalyana offers ten more sitting positions in the Upavishta category:

-- Padm-asana, where the man “sits cross-legged upon the bed or carpet, and takes his wife upon his lap, placing his hands upon her shoulders.”

-- Upapad-asana, where “whilst both are sitting, the woman slightly raises one leg by placing the hand under it, and the husband enjoys her.”

-- Vaidhurit-asana, where “the husband embraces his wife's neck very closely, and she does the same to him.”

-- Panipash-asana, where “the husband holds his wife's feet, and the wife those of her husband.”

-- Sanyaman-asana, where “the husband passes both the legs of his wife under his arms at the elbow, and holds her neck with his hands.”

-- Kaurmak-asana (tortoise posture), where the man sits so “that his mouth, arms, and legs touch the corresponding members of his wife.”

-- Parivartit-asana, where “in addition to the mutual contact of mouth, arms, and legs, the husband must frequently pass both the legs of his wife under his arms at the elbow.”

-- Yugmapad-asana, where the man “sits with his legs wide apart, and, after insertion and penetration, presses the thighs of his wife together.”

-- Vinarditasana, “a form possible only to a very strong man with a very light woman; he raises her by passing both her legs over his arms at the elbow, and moves her about from left to right, but not backwards or forwards, till the supreme moment arrives.”

-- Markatasana, where the man once again lifts the woman, but moves her “in a straight line away from his face, that is, backwards and forwards, but not from side to side.”

In common with the Smarachakrasana, these positions leave the man in a weak position to thrust. You can wiggle back and forth and get some friction that way, but if you do that on a carpet you run the risk of a serious rug burn. However, the relative restriction from movement is consistent with the Tantric traditions of Hinduism, combining sex with yoga, meditation and mysticism to elevate both parties into infinite awareness.

The last three are the most interesting to me. Attempting Yugmapad-asana, I leaned back in a jackknife position, resting on my elbows, as Hardin raised my legs and held them together with his hands. Although he could not slide his erection in and out easily, he could move my legs back and forth, and in a circular motion. It was quite pleasurable to feel my vagina sliding around his cock at his whim, especially since it was held in so tightly by my clenched legs and its glans was rubbing my G-spot delightfully!

Since I am not a “very light woman,” I did not attempt Vinarditasana or Markatasana, but the concept of being lifted up and down an erect cock without any effort on my part is quite intriguing! I’d be very interested in watching a couple do this (I can’t recall seeing the position depicted in an adult film), or even finding a pair of strong men to assist in lifting me up and down on a third man’s member!

Internal Enjoyments, Part 2 (July 27, 2007)

The chief reason for the separation between the married couple and the cause which drives the husband to the embraces of strange women, and the wife to the arms of strange men, is the want of varied pleasures and the monotony which follows possession. There is no doubt about it. Monotony begets satiety, and satiety distaste for congress, especially in one or the other; malicious feelings are engendered, the husband or the wife yield to temptation, and the other follows, being driven by jealousy. For it seldom happens that the two love each other equally, and in exact proportion, therefore is the one more easily seduced by passion than the other.

How do you keep an ongoing sexual relationship fresh and interesting? In the Ananga Ranga, author Kalyana Malla tells us that was as much of a problem for Indians in the 12th Century as it is for couples today. One answer, then as now, is to experiment with different positions and techniques when enjoying sex. Not only might the experiments lead to new frontiers of visual and sensual stimulation, but also just trying something new should help revive the sense of fun and wonder that the partners felt when they first began coupling with each other.

Last week we reviewed Kalyana’s catalog of missionary and sitting positions. His list of other positions is shorter, but more diverse. The Tiryak-bandha are the positions “whose essence consists of the woman lying upon her side.” He describes three of these:

1. Vinaka-tiryak-bandha, where “the husband, placing himself alongside of his wife, raises one of his legs over her hip and leaves the other lying upon the bed or carpet.”

2. Samputa-tiryak-bandha, where “both man and woman lie straight upon their sides, without any movement or change in the position of their limbs.”

3. Karkata-tiryak-bandha, where “both being upon their sides, the husband lies between his wife's thighs, one under him, and the other being thrown over his flank, a little below the breast.”

Oddly, Kalyana omits the classic spooning position, which in my opinion is the easiest and most satisfying of the sideways postures. The Vinaka-tiryak-bandha is best suited for a woman with slender hips. Mine, as you know, are not slender, and it’s physically challenging for a man to throw his leg over them while attempting to thrust away. That limits his freedom of motion, and can cause the penis to enter my vagina at an uncomfortable angle.

Taking the text literally, the Samputa-tiryak-bandha calls for the participants to lie next to each other ramrod-straight, rather than curled up in the fetal position as in spooning. I don’t see how the man can insert his cock in this position, though, unless the woman lifts her leg or straightens out from a spoon. Once the man is in, the Samputa is similar to the Flat Fucking position I described on February 16, but tipped on its side. This may increase the compression of the pussy around the cock, but takes away the stimulation of the clitoris by the bedsheet, rug or whatever the prone woman is lying on (unless one of the partners reaches down there with a hand, which would not be a bad idea!).

The Karkata-tiryak-bandha is similar to the sideways position, except that the men’s legs are between the woman’s, rather than arranged in a his-hers-his-hers order. Since the man’s legs should not be resting all their weight on the woman’s lower thigh, the woman would need to spread her top leg very wide, which may not be comfortable.

Standing positions, or Utthita-bandha, are the trademark of the Kama Sutra, and Kalyana offers three of these:

1. Janu-kuru-utthitha-bandha: “Both stand opposite to each other, and the husband passes his two arms under his wife's knees, supporting her upon the saignee, or inner elbow; he then raises her as high as his waist, and enjoys her, whilst she must clasp his neck with both her hands.”

2. Hari-vikrama-utthita-bandha: “In this form the husband raises only one leg of his wife, who with the other stands upon the ground.”

3. Kirti-utthita-bandha: “The wife, clasping her hands and placing her legs round her husband's waist, hangs, as it were, to him, whilst he supports her by placing his forearms under her hips.”

The standing position I use most frequently (though I admit to not doing it very often) is a combination of the Janu-kuru-utthitha-bandha and the Kirti-utthita-bandha: my hands around his neck, his arms under my ass, my legs wrapped around his ass. This way I can pull up on his body to move mine up and down and help get a good stroke going. The pure Janu-kuru “requires great bodily strength in the man,” Kalyana admits.

I have never been able to have sex in the tree-climbing Kirti-utthita-bandha and its variants. I suppose this is because my legs are short relative to my torso, and I just don’t line up with my lover’s cock the right way. Kalyana proclaims “it is a position delightful to young women, who thereby soon find themselves in gloria.” I’m hardly young, so I will leave this position to those who are!

Rear entry is more to my liking, but Kalyana provides just two Vyanta-bandha, or approach from behind, postures:

1. Dhenuka-vyanta-bandha: “In this position the wife places herself upon all fours, supported on her hands and feet (not her knees), and the husband, approaching from behind, falls upon her waist, and enjoys her as if he were a bull.”

2. Aybha-vyanta-bandha: “The wife lies down in such a position that her face, breast, stomach, and thighs all touch the bed or carpet, and the husband, extending himself upon her, and bending himself like an elephant, with the small of the back, much drawn in, works underneath her, and effects insertion.” This is the Flat Fucking position I mentioned previously.

Why does Kalyana instruct women attempting the Dhenuka-vyanta-bandha not to rest on their knees? The answer is found in the other name he gives it: the “cow posture.” A cow doesn’t get down on her knees when she is fucked by a bull, and in Kalyana’s eyes neither should a woman. Remember that cattle are sacred to the Hindus, and Kalyana notes that “there is much religious merit in this form.” But it’s hard on the woman’s back if she is not resting her body on a couch or bed (in the Cherrie position). I’m fine on my knees, thank you, and I’d prefer to allow my men to pleasure me in the classic doggy style.

Lastly, Kalyana describes the Purushayita-bandha, the “reverse of what men usually practice,” in which “the man lies upon his back, draws his wife upon him and enjoys her.” Woman on top positions were considered scandalous, if not blasphemous, in Eastern societies, but Kalyana assures the reader they have great merit “when he, being exhausted, is no longer capable of muscular exertion, and when she is ungratified, being still full of the water of love.”

The three woman superior postures are:

1. Viparita-bandha, where “the wife lies straight upon the outstretched person of her husband, her breast being applied to his bosom, presses his waist with her hands and moving her hips sharply in various directions, enjoys him.”

2. Purushayita-bhramara-bandha, where “the wife, having placed her husband at full length upon the bed or carpet, sits at squat upon his thighs, closes her legs firmly after she has effected insertion: and, moving her waist in a circular form, churning, as it were, enjoys her husband, and thoroughly satisfies herself.”

3. Utthita-uttana-bandha, where the woman has “her husband lie upon his back, and sitting cross-legged upon his thighs, should seize his Linga, effect insertion, and move her waist up and down, advancing and retiring.”

Once again, Kalyana does not list the most common woman on top variants, where the woman rests her weight on her knees placed on either side of the man’s torso. Whether facing the man or in the reverse position, these gives the woman the greatest range of motion and ability to thrust her body down on his cock. The Viparita-bandha requires the woman to support and move herself with her arms, almost as if she were doing military push-ups. That’s a little too strenuous for me!

In Purushayita-bandha, the woman rests upon her feet, apparently in the reverse cowgirl position, and compresses her thighs to grip and milk the man’s member. This is a very hot coupling, particularly if the man enjoys watching the woman’s ass bobbing up and down on his cock! I wouldn’t rest my feet on the man’s thighs, though—that’s too painful for him. The floor will do.

Similarly, the Utthita-uttana-bandha position, involving the woman resting her entire weight on the man’s thighs, would seem to be uncomfortable for the man unless the woman is very small, and difficult for the woman to sustain without bouncing up and down on him, which might increase the discomfort.

Kalyana wrote the Aranga Ranga, as the opening quote explains, for the avowed purpose of helping couples stay together. His foreplay techniques and 32 varieties of sex are just the beginning chapter in his catalog of delights. He hints at other bandha, but if he ever wrote a sequel to this work, it has yet to be found.

Our purpose, too, is to provide resources to help everyone enjoy sex and discover satisfying positions they might not have thought of on their own. We hope you’ve enjoyed this detailed look at an ancient classic, and that Kalyana’s writings will inspire you and your partner(s) to try something different and exciting when passion begins to smolder.

Orgasm

2007-06-09T10:39:00.000-05:00

The Orgasm (September 8, 2007)

What is an orgasm?

During September, Friday Positions will consider this and other topics concerning the sine qua non of sexual activity. We’ve spent several days researching this subject, and the information we’ve found has been utterly fascinating. Most surprising, perhaps, is that medical science does not have a comprehensive answer to this very basic question!

Orgasm is often defined in physiological terms—in other words, what is happening to the organs and muscles of the body. Masters and Johnson, in Sex and Human Loving (1982), wrote that orgasm is “the shortest phase of the sexual response cycle, usually lasting for only a few seconds during which rhythmic muscular contractions produce intense physical sensations followed by rapid relaxation.”

The male orgasm almost always takes a predictable path. In the first stage, the vas deferens (tubes that carry sperm from the testes) and the prostate begin to contract, forcing sperm and seminal fluid to mix in the bulb of the urethra. When this begins to happen, the man reaches the point of ejaculatory inevitability, losing the ability to control the process with his mind. The second stage involves contraction of the urethra and the penis to propel the semen through the length of the erection and (nature intends) into the vagina to impregnate the woman. A male orgasm lasts five to ten seconds, with the most intense sensations coming early in the event and tapering off as the penis ejects the final spurt of semen.

In the female, orgasms are more difficult to define. Typically, the uterus, the lower portion of the vagina and the sphincter muscle began to contract rapidly and involuntarily. The typical interval between contractions is 0.8 seconds, the same as a male’s. The number and strength of contractions varies from woman to woman, and even from orgasm to orgasm in the same woman. Masters and Johnson correlated the intensity of an orgasm with the number of contractions: a “mild orgasm may have only three to five contractions, while an intense orgasm may have ten to fifteen.” During the contractions, the woman enjoys “an intensely pleasurable feeling that usually begins at the clitoris and rapidly spreads throughout the pelvis.”

Scientists have debunked psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud’s assertion that women experience two kinds of orgasm, clitoral and vaginal. Most researchers believe that stimulation of the clitoris is responsible for the female climax, and that nerves connecting the vaginal canal and the clitoris permit a woman to cum during cock-in-pussy sex. But another school of thought sees the G-spot as a second key erogenous zone. Some believe that woman who experience orgasm during anal sex, without stimulation of the clitoris, achieve that when the anally-inserted penis or phallus stimulates the G-spot through the abdominal wall separating the G-spot from the rectum.

But muscles contract and neurons fire all the time. What makes an orgasm compelling goes on inside the brain. And this is where science still has a lot to learn.

One of the foremost researchers in this field is Dr. Barry Komisaruk, a neuropsychologist at Rutgers University. Dr. Komisaruk is the first scientist to scan brains during sexual stimulation in order to find out how our consciousness interacts with our bodies during orgasm. His methodology is interesting: he uses a “calibrated vaginal stimulator” to measure the force women who volunteer for his studies apply to the vaginal wall during their orgasmic contractions. (“Basically,” he conceded to one interviewer, “it’s a dildo.”)

Dr. Komisaruk found that “areas throughout the brain become activated during orgasm,” and that “there is tremendous utilization of oxygen throughout the brain.” In other words, “orgasm is good for the brain.” One area of the brain that becomes most active during sexual stimulation is the paraventricular nucleus, where the hormone oxytocin is produced. Oxytocin is responsible for the muscle contractions that mark orgasm. Also intensely active are the insular and anterior cingulate cortexes, which block perception of pain, and the nucleus accumbens, which also reacts to addictive drugs such as nicotine and cocaine.

Focusing on sexually dysfunctional women, Dr. Komisaruk believes his research might lead to techniques to stimulate activity in these key brain areas during sex to enhance the experience. Women might even be able to do this themselves by watching their brains on scanners as they play with themselves. The doctor, along with colleagues Carlos Beyer-Flores and Beverly Whipple, published his findings in The Science of Orgasm (Johns Hopkins, 2006).

Other scientists are focusing on hormonal imbalances as the cause of orgasmic difficulties. In response to research indicating nonorgasmic women have low levels of testosterone, several companies are working on testosterone patches and gels. Researchers such as Gemma O'Brien of the University of New England in New South Wales suspect the brains of nonorgasmic women absorb oxytocin as quickly as they produce it, preventing the contractions that begin orgasm. They are working on drugs that would help these women maintain their oxytocin levels.

Even more interesting is Bremelanotide (formerly known as PT-141), a peptide initially developed as a sunless tanning chemical. When initially tested on ten male subjects, eight of them got spontaneous erections with an average duration of 38 minutes! Subsequent studies showed that it made women horny too.

Unfortunately, this wonder drug has the side effect of greatly increasing the user’s blood pressure. On August 30 the company developing Bremelanotide, Paladin Technologies, announced that the U.S. Food and Drug Administration had delayed a Phase III clinical trial of the chemical due to concerns about this side effect. The FDA held the door open, however, to approving it some time in the future for men who did not respond to the more common drugs to treat erectile dysfunction.

The problem with all these pharmaceutical approaches to sexual satisfaction is that no one knows yet just how the brain converts genital or other stimulation into the orgasmic experience. And until we understand that, we really don’t know what an orgasm is. Except that it feels really, really good.