Various Positions

I had planned to write up something about jealousy, open relationships, and the idea of being pleased by your partner's pleasure even if you aren't the one pleasing them just at the moment. A nice philosophical discussion to have over a beer or two at the local pub, perhaps.

But the words wouldn't come, so instead I'm going to talk about some of the sexual positions I love the most. Ladies, this is how I like to fuck you.

Cowgirl: I love this position because I get to see your entire delectable body, and because you get to control how you're getting fucked. You can control the depth and angle of my penetration, and I get rewarded with a first-class view of your tits, your hair spilling over your shoulders, your hips moving in slow circles, and your face alternately looking down at me or thrown back in ecstasy. You can still my motions by placing a hand on my chest, or use both hands to push yourself up and down, practically hoppping up and down on my cock; you can lean back and use my legs as support, sliding more forward and back than up and down; you can reach one hand down and diddle yourself while you use me as a toy to get yourself off. Mmmmm. Not to mention the fact that your round ass curves out so nicely and positively begs me to smack it a few times as you ride me.

Me on top, you with your legs over my shoulder: I like this one because it lets me get very, very deep inside you. It also makes for smoking hot eye contact. It's good for excruciatingly slow, grinding sessions, when the pleasure goes on and on and our bodies are slick with sweat. You're gasping and moaning and begging me to go even deeper, and I do, sliding so far inside that I feel like I'm going to vanish, before pulling out and then sliding home with another grindingly slow stroke. Delicious.

Standing up, against a wall: This kind of sex is just smokingly, flash-fire-inducingly hot. It's so arousing when we've been out on the town, whispering naughty things in each others' ears, hands roaming below the waist quite a few times until you're soaking through your dress and I'm leaving precome spots on my jeans. At times like those there is nothing, NOTHING quite like opening the door at home, slamming it closed, tearing clothing aside and off, and pounding into you within seconds. Pants and boxers around my ankles, your dress hiked up or ripped asunder, your panties down around one ankle or just shoved to the side. You've got a leg hooked over and around my ass, your hands are clutching at my back, I'm biting lightly at your shoulder and neck as I thrust up and into you, fucking you until we both come, screaming, and sag to the floor.

Doggy-style: Where to start? There're just so many things about this that I love. The feeling of power as you drop to all fours, waggling your ass at me, telling me "Come and get me". Grabbing your hair lightly and pulling your head back as I fuck you. The round globes of your ass, so soft against my hard cock, so ripe and full for spanking. Reaching around to squeeze your tits as I jackhammer into you. Kneeling there perfectly still as you thrust yourself back at me, trying to get me deeper, fucking yourself onto me as I bite my lip and try hard not to come like a volcano all over your back and ass. And it's even hotter if there's a mirror nearby and we can watch ourselves, watch how completely and totally I'm making you mine, watch how I mold your body with mine, watch your tits swaying and my hands clenching on your ass, rising for a slap to give you that shock of pain with the pleasure.

Reverse cowgirl, in a chair: I once had a girlfriend quietly disrobe while I was working at the computer, then without a word come around to my front, suck me hard, and then settle down onto my cock, still wordlessly. Here it's the woman who has the power, but having you so close on top of me allows me to put both arms around you, to fondle your breasts, nip lightly at your neck, use my fingers on your clit, or just lift and drop you over and over to help you get me even deeper.

There are thousands that I love. Variety is the spice of life, but there are just some that I come back to over and over. I will never get tired of taking a woman from behind, or of seeing her bounce up and down atop me, or any of the thousand variations on each.

How about you? What is it that really gets you hot, that turns your crank like no other? What positions are guaranteed to make you come like a banshee?

-- PB

TMI Tuesday

Good lord, you people were busy over the Labor Day weekend. You've all got me squirming in my chair, trying to ignore the precome soaking through my shorts. And the Cock Tale I'm working on for Luna Mauvaise doesn't help any. I suspect there will be a beat-off session before too much longer....

Well, here's this week's TMI Tuesday!

1) If you were to only live until the age of 50, how would you live your life differently?

 I'd take a lot more chances than I do now. I tend to be very timid about some things, which is part of the reason I created this journal -- to test and explore my limits on sex.

2) Are you settling in your job/career?

Not sure whether this means "settling for too little" or whether it means "settling in comfortably". Probably the latter, in which case the answer is "no, I'm not happy with what I'm doing and I am actively working to change it".


3) Are you settling with your significant other?

Still not sure what "settling" means; again, I'm assuming it means "settling in comfortably". Six months ago I would have said yes. Now there are problems with the relationship and I'm trying to work them out -- when I can get her to talk to me, that is. 

4) How important is your family?

Put simply, they are everything to me. They are the people for whom I would sacrifice everything I had without a moment's thought. 

5) If you caught a neighbor peeping in at you while you were naked or having sex, would you close the blinds? (assuming you live in a city and can see into other buildings).

Years ago I would have said yes, but now I find the idea of being seen nude or having sex to be rather a turn-on. I think I'd leave them open. That would largely depend on my partner, though; my girlfriend would be likely to object.

Want to play too? Hit up TMI Tuesday for the questions, or just copy them from me.

There will be more content a bit later today as I've been musing over quite a few things with respect to relationships. Hope everyone had a great Labor Day weekend.

-- PB

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Music for Sexings

Marty Friedman, ex-Megadeth, released an album a few years back called "Music For Speeding". Listening to it today, I wondered: what kind of music do you like for SEXING?

Do you prefer the intricate strains of classical music? Perhaps some Mozart or Beethoven caressing your ears while the two (or more) of you caress each other?

Maybe you like to get down and dirty with each other with some heavy industrial playing. Fucking in a dark room with candles lit and Nine Inch Nails in the background is a hell of an experience.

Or maybe you want to go at it hard and heavy, with some pure thrash. Metallica, Rammstein, Slayer, whatever. Warning: this can cause friction burns if you don't moderate the tempo.

Perhaps you like the pure soul of Barry White or Marvin Gaye, silky smooth voices pouring like melted honey over your bodies.

And drifting amidst clouds, borne up on a tide of new age from Enya or B-Tribe, is a lovely thing. Ethereal and inchoate, you and your partner the only "real" things in the room.

Some like more musical experimentation; why not put on some classic jazz? Mahavishnu Orchestra, Branford Marsalis, Miles Davis and John Coltrane are great ways to explore music while exploring each other. 

Of course, there's nothing quite like the raw emotion of the classic bluesmen like Robert Johnson, Johnny Winter, or Stevie Ray Vaughan. You might find yourself crying, or you might find you and your partner rutting like animals in heat. It depends.

If you're up for a really athletic and extended session, just cue up a couple of extended trance / electro mixes and you're set for hours. Paul van Dyk, DJ Tiesto, Orbital, the Crystal Method and Paul Oakenfold will keep you pumping till dawn -- and onward.

Maybe you just want something relentlessly cheerful. The 80s were a great time for that, so put on some Culture Club or Duran Duran and bang each other with just your leg warmers and Swatch watches on.

Or maybe you want something radio-popular. There's such a huge range here -- from Sting to Shakira, Maroon 5 and Nickelback, Peter Gabriel and Jackson Browne and more. Something for all tastes.

I like different music for different moods....or sometimes no soundtrack whatsoever. After all, the best soundtrack of all is the soundtrack you're making with your partner. Where's the fun in quiet sex? Make some noise! Cry it out! Moan and gasp and thrash and scream. Get off with that aural fixation.

-- PB

Flash Fiction Friday: Looking Glass Falls

 

Our faces were only inches apart, our bodies pressed much closer. She clung tightly, hung and impaled on me as I stood waist-deep in the water, my feet well braced. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist. My hands were on her ass, clenched tight, lifting and dropping her, each downstroke making wet smacking sounds.

Our clothing lay, an unheeded heap, nearby. Spray from the waterfall drifted in a fine mist across our bodies as she rode me. The water was cold, but the two of us were very, very hot.

**************

This is my entry for Spanky and Tiggs's second Flash Fiction Friday, using the pic shown above as an inspiration. You want to play too? Then go check out the post for inspiration!

-- PB

Drifting and Dreaming

Sometimes the line between reality and fantasy is veil-thin. Sometimes, in the hazy drift of REM sleep, the concrete and real is no more substantial than smoke, and the smoke of imaginings can coalesce into things you can smell, hear, taste...and feel.

It was like that last night.

More tired than I'd thought, I drifted off pretty quickly. Timeless time ticked, measuring out the minutes of my night, stretching and refolding, random neurons firing in my brain, scattering a smattering of images and scenes in my mind.

Tick...

We're in a cool green room, upon a massive canopied bed with satin sheets. My hands are grasping handfuls of those sheets as I gaze up at your lovely form, poised and sliding up and down atop my hardness. The only sounds are our deep breathing and the moist sounds of flesh calling to flesh, sensuously clasping and releasing. Slow, whisper-soft sighing, our movements excruciatingly precise, drawing out every last iota of sensation. My eyes go wide, I arch my back and lift you high, and your hair spills over your breasts in waves as you bow your head in benediction to receive my offering.

Tick...

It's late at night, on an overseas flight full of sleeping people. But neither of us is sleeping; under a concealing blanket, eager hands are busy tearing at clothing, fumbling with snaps, guiding my hard cock forward into your tight, wet tunnel. Soft moans. Short, hard thrusts. My hands cupping your tits, feeling their heft and their hard tips. Your pushing back against me, using the armrest to give us more leverage. A stop for an instant as a flight attendant walks by, giving us a knowing look. A return to our fuck with the sure and constant knowledge that when we do come, neither one of us is going to be able to keep from screaming...and not caring one bit.

Tick...

The sun beats down on my shoulders as I beat down on you. You're pinned and helpless beneath me, both of us lying on a sun pad atop the deck of our boat. Both of us are soaked, glistening with sun oil and the sweat of our exertions. It makes a wonderful lubricant as I slide back and forth atop you, in you, the waves helping me rock deeper and deeper with each thrust. Your nails digging into my back and your gasping moans are practically begging me to pound you, ravage you, leave you spent and exhausted and broken. Then you make it much plainer by spitting and snarling at me, describing in graphic terms how it's your deepest desire to be unable to walk when I'm through with you. And so I lift and spread you even further, throwing your legs up over my shoulders as I hammer into you, slamming, ramming, pleasure mounting to near-agony for us both, till finally my burning balls empty themselves in a firehose blast into your clutching cunt. 

Tick...

The city spreads itself before us, a night-glittering feast all the more appetizing because of its unapproachability. Neon streaks and spangles our vision. From this 30th-floor balcony, the wind only brings us hints of the activity below: faint taxicab horns, the bass thump of cruisers on the Strip, the rush of traffic still unabated even at 2 AM. Rocking slowly and steadily inside you, I nuzzle your neck, nipping gently at your flesh, taking tiny bites, tasting the salt of your sweat. I feel you shudder against me and your pussy clenches. You bend forward a bit further, your tits spilling out of the cocktail dress that I've got hiked up above your waist, and whisper my name. I echo yours in sighing pleasure, and my hands on your ass pull you against me, my cock sliding a bit deeper this time. The wind sighs its approval as well. We make our love there on the balcony, not caring who can see, lost in the night, lost in each other.

I awoke to an empty bed and a hard cock, disappointed for a second, but grateful to have shared such lovely scenarios with you. Were they dreams, or were they reality? You decide.

-- PB

HNT: er, no, not now, thanks.

Seeing all the lovely offerings for HNT today makes me a bit sad. I don't mind talking about my thoughts, experiences, and fantasies, but I don't believe I'll ever be to the point where I'd be comfortable with posting nekkid (or half-nekkid) photos of myself on the Interwebnets.

For one thing I'm not in the best shape. Thirty-five pounds overweight for my height, and nobody wants to see that. Women look good even when they're carrying extra weight, guys do not, in my humble opinion. For another thing, I'm firmly of the belief that one should never post anything on the Interwebs that you don't mind the entire world at large seeing. Again, I don't have a problem with putting my writings here, because I use only pseudonyms and include no real identifying info, but pictures, on the other hand, provide a wealth of info and can come back to bite you. So....for now, no HNT photos from me, I'm afraid. ***

The main reason I'm sad, though, and the main reason I'm not sharing HNT photos, is because I looked at myself in the mirror this morning and realized I'm really not happy with the way I look anymore. And that hurts a lot. See, I've never had a bodybuilder physique, even when I was regularly working out and practicing martial arts -- my frame just doesn't support it -- but I was always in good shape. And while I'm no Brad Pitt, nor am I the most well-hung guy around, for the past fifteen years I've always been quite content and comfortable with my body, my looks and the way I reflected in a mirror when nude.

Fifteen-plus years of desk work and not enough exercise, though, have eroded that on a very gradual slope, and when I saw myself today I realized I just don't like what I see. No, I'm not grossly overweight, I don't weigh 300 pounds, but I AM thirty-five pounds overweight. This is a blow on several levels -- first of all the general discontent from that, and secondly because I fought so hard with my self-image through my teenage years. (Hell, don't we all?) I was into my early 20s before I realized hey, I was pretty good-looking after all, and got to be comfortable with who and what I was. I don't feel that way anymore, though. It's time to get serious about losing this weight so I can be comfortable in my own skin again. Because really, that's the most important thing.

There will be more cheerful and sexy content here later today, because I had a nice dream last night and I think I'll share that one. Still, I wanted to get this out now, so nyah. 

*** Disclaimer: I make no value judgments about those who are brave enough to post HNT photos. I have nothing but admiration for all of you. I am just not sanguine about the whole process myself. If you do want to see who's playing today, why not drop by Osbasso's to find out? 

-- PB

Backhanded (inaugural posting at Erotic Flash Fiction)

I've just put up my first entry at Spanky's new group journal Erotic Flash Fiction. It's called Backhanded and is the result of a random word choice. Go check it out, won't you?

-- PB

Reviews of two writers who're new to my watchlist

Yay me -- I'm now a contributor at Spanky's new hivemind offering, "Erotic Flash Fiction". I had so much fun with the concept last Friday that I'm going to be tossing out other short offerings over at the EFF journal. Look for the first one later this afternoon.

One of the things I plan to do here is to provide mini-reviews of the other hot sites and hot writers that I discover as I wander about the erotic Internets. Today's recent discoveries are twofold, both here on Blogger. One is very recent, like my own; the other has been around since April. They're both worth reading.

The first is the very enchanting "La Damnation de Luna Mauvaise", by (you guessed it) Luna Mauvaise. It is immediately apparent when reading her entries that this is a writer of considerable talent. She has a quicksilver, effortless style, with impeccable grammar and spelling and a not-inconsiderable vocabulary. It's certainly a far cry from many of the first-grade level scribblings to be found on a lot of the "sex blogs" out there, and it's delightful. As are the stories she posts. Delicious fantasies, lazy recollections, steamy musings, poetic ramblings -- this is a journal worth reading, and she's on my watchlist now. The French language splashed here and there adds that touch of forbidden fruit -- Babelfish is never quite an accurate translation, is it? It makes you wonder what she might cry out if you were to bring her to ecstasy.....another pleasant fantasy in and of itself.

The second one is "My Own Sort of PostSecret" from the blossoming Ismene of Thebes. Ismene is a bit like myself -- posting here because she wants to explore, question, and broaden her own sexual experiences and thoughts. She has been a bit timid about opening up so far, but when she does open up, watch out -- you might get scalded from the escaping steam. I hope she gets plenty of encouragement because she's quite good at telling tales, and I look forward to seeing how she develops as she opens up.

-- PB

TMI Tuesday: Location, Location, Location

Looking at these questions, it appears this is going to be a monumentally boring post from me. "Not yet" on most of them. A shame, really....who wants to help out with that? *smirk* 

1. If you could have monumental sex where would it be (i.e. on Lincoln's lap, the stairwell of the Statute of Liberty)?

Hm. I have to think that sex on top of Devil's Tower would be pretty incredible. (What? It's a national monument).

2. Have you ever "played" with your food (i.e. a blowjob under booth #9 at Denny's, finger banging by candlelight at Spago)?

I have fondled my partner a few times under the table at a restaurant once but haven't had the opportunities I might like to. No blowjobs under the table, regrettably.

3. Have you ever had sex in motion (i.e. the lavatory on Virgin Air, the back seat of your Chevy Suburban)?

No Mile High Club or road head yet. I've had sex in an RV, but it wasn't in motion.

4. Have you ever had sex worthy of a confessional (i.e. a stall in the church bathroom, on the desk in your boss's office)?

I've masturbated in the bathroom at my workplace before. No confessional-worthy sex, though.

5. Have you ever had sex under the stars (i.e. in the alley behind Scores Gentleman's Club, the roof of your South Beach condo)?

This is one of the ones I'd most like to fulfill -- sex under the stars on a beach or out in the Arizona desert with the stars glittering like diamond dust above. 

Bonus: What's your favorite place (of all places) to have sex (i.e. The Bunny Ranch, Las Vegas)?

Wherever and whenever my partner is. That's an easy one. Cool places I'd LIKE to have sex, though, include Yellowstone National Park, Disney World, Wrigley Field, a nude beach on the Riviera, and many many more.

If you want to play too, hit up TMI Tuesday to get your questions! Or just copy from my post. That works too.

 -- PB