I think doggy style is the very best sex position. I want to tell you why and I’m in the mood for sharing experiences. I’m in the mood anyway now, so you know.
For many women, the doggy style sex position is a bit double. It may be one of the best and horny ways for G-spot stimulation (and useful if you’re longing for a quickie before you go to the order of your day), yet it can also feel very distant at the same time. For men, generally speaking: yes, please.
I want to fuck doggy style with you, but perhaps somewhat slightly different. Instead of my hands and feet, you can let me “stand” on my knees, leaning against the wall or on the headrest of your bed.
wine, dine & 69
I want to ask you.
Take me out for dinner.
I’ll carry my most beautiful smile.
Radiant eyes and dito everything.
I will pick my outfit with precision. For you.
I know you’ll do the same. For me.
For me. Mine. You. This evening.
I wait with desire. My heart beats expectantly.
There you are, delicious.
I step in with you. Into your car, but also into your heart.
I look at you and open my legs slightly. You look back. Precise.
my everyday way
You can do it when you just wake up.
Or when you’re in the shower, just before you go out the door.
At the office works for me too.
Toilets are everywhere.
Sometimes it’s just touching.
Feel how you feel. How your clit tingles. Feel how soft. Feel how wet.
Warm yourself up for more. You.
I also do it when I ride my bike.
Feel good how it feels. Saddle. Me. Up. With again more me.
I’m talking about masturbating.
And how you can, always and everywhere.
make me dirty
Dive into the ocean with me.
Roll in the sand with me.
Walk in the forest with me.
Stamp in puddles with me.
Take a mud bath with me, yes let’s do that.
Immerse me. Let’s go deeper, beneath it all.
Let’s do like animals do.
But also. Eat (with) me.
Whipped cream me. Stiff. I (am) yours. Beating hard and pounding heart.
I like to take a bath.
I love bath foam and softness. Everywhere.
Nowadays, however, I prefer my shower.
I start the day with it and sometimes, yes sometimes, I even end with it.
I love the feeling of hot water on my skin.
I love being naked and getting wet.
I like quite harsh rays.
So not too hard, but not too soft. Slack hassle is slack balls. I prefer not.
So quite hard rays, which I love to let go over my body.
I have a pattern for that, a real ritual.
I warm myself up first and I don’t mean by the water.
wild is the wind
A storm is coming.
Thunder all through the night
Promise to see you in the morning light.
I love love love it.
I wish you were my storm.
There are all types of sex.
I like most, a variety of choices, what more do you want?
From slow morning sex, where I’m sitting on top of you and we fuck it all, not saying anything, but at the same time everything.
To a raw quickie somewhere against a wall, here, outside. Bruises, abrasions on my back, I don’t care.
From midnight to the early morning. See the moon and the stars, fun until the sun rises, surprise you and the same goes the other way around.
Position 69, nice and long(er).
Sitting in front of you, show you my everything. Glory hole(s).
the heat is on
The country sighs under the heat, heat rushes through the city.
I sigh too. Heat is waving through my body.
What fascinates me in summer is the vibrating air that I can see above the asphalt or in the distance above beach sand.
I also vibrate. Inside.
There is a particularly strong desire for something that one lacks.
I also yearn. For you.
When the ocean water gets warmer and the drinks you drink cooler.
Your hair lighter and your skin darker.
Rumor, music, hearing people talk on the street. Until late.
Nights become longer.
Sex that is sultry. Warm. Sensual. Slow and sticky.
thoughts that whisper
Sometimes I overthink too much.
I get lost in the side tracks of my thoughts.
I love thoughts that whisper.
Not thinking out loud,
but inside my head, softly. As if it was real.
Let those same thoughts be carried away by the wind. What I love so much. Unstoppable. Pure.
As is my love.
As is my sex.
past the past
Is there such a thing as a sad story?
Is there such a thing as sad sex?
See also below.
Fucking without really caring.
Just don’t feel like you’re in the right kind of mood.
Your thoughts elsewhere.
So is the blowjob.
A half hard one.
Foreplay that is skipped for all the wrong reasons.