This might be the first photo I’ve posted here with clothespins.
Love to just be taken ruthlessly on a couch.
I haven’t done this position in a while. I need to.
Although I did recently sleep with someone tall enough that she could bend over the bed and I could take her standing up. She was SO tight at first, but with time her body learned to accept me.
Also, she was a nonstop orgasm machine from the moment I penetrated her fully.
We’ll be doing it again. Soon.
I also posted this on my Fetlife page, so if you saw it there, don’t worry, I’m not stealing it.
Last weekend, I had sex with a new partner. She’s five-foot-ten, which is taller than most people I sleep with — not because I care about height, but that’s just the way it happens.
We were in bed and I was on my back. She had been going down on me — extremely skillfully, I might add (she has this thing she does with her throat that I have never felt before and makes my back arch every time) — and at some point she decided to stop. I wasn’t very close to orgasm, so it wasn’t like I was upset or anything.
Anyway. She moved up my body, kneeling between my parted legs, my erection pressed to the soft curve of her tummy. She leaned down and kissed me.
I put my arms around her upper body, under hers, and then wrapped my legs around her hips.
For me, this was kind of a subversive thing to do. I’m the dominant partner in our relationship, and she knows this. Even when she was on top, her body pressing down on mine, mine wrapped around hers, I was the dominant one.
But it also gave me kind of an insight into how it feels for a woman to be on her back, legs spread, open and vulnerable and waiting for her lover. I’ve taken a fairly-impressive strap-on on more than one occasion, though it was always with me on my stomach. This… this was different. In that moment, I felt exposed, and I unintentionally tightened up, as if my partner was wearing said strap-on and was about to take me with it.
Which would’ve been fine, by the way; I very much enjoy when a woman wants to use one on me.
In any case, we eventually changed positions and continued our play. I did this once again during the course of the weekend, and felt a little less vulnerable — the difference between being with a new partner and being with one you’ve been with before — but it was still subversive-feeling. Even more so than the last time that I turned over and let a partner push a big, thick strap-on into me.
I liked it.
Look, let’s face it. If you’re in the U.S., you’re going to be stuck in traffic today. Roads, trains, planes, maybe even boats. It’s going to suck.
Make it suck less by reading Learning the Ropes. You might not be going anywhere right now, but at least you can spend your time with a story about spankings, sex, and realistic characters who you’d want to get to know if you ran into them at the airport.
(Yes, there’s a sequel. Yes, it’s already under contract to be published. So don’t worry. You won’t be left hanging for too long.)
This is the cover of Learning the Ropes (volume 1 of Shell Game). Pretty, isn’t it? Don’t you want to know what’s inside? Because, if so, there’s only one way to find out.
Would you like to read about spankings? About BDSM? About realistic characters who aren’t billionaires, or rock stars, or cowboys, or club owners? (Not to say those aren’t real people, but they’re over-represented in erotica. Especially the first three.) About people you might meet on the street who just so happen to be in a M/s relationship?