there is something to be said for plain, old, ordinary, vanilla style missionary sex. there is also a lot to be said for animalistic, sweating, hanging from the rafters sex but that’s another post.
my current lover and i are the kind of people who like a little spice in our lives. he thinks it’s hot that i write sex toy reviews (he participates in some of the testing of course) and spread my particular brand of sex around the internet and i think it’s hot that he has a strap-on in his drawer and fantasizes about us fucking each other’s asses.
what makes this funny is that we are still basically having missionary sex. it’s not that we don’t have plans to try other positions, we do. we discuss said plans regularly and, in fact, have nefarious plans for my window sills, my kitchen counters, my car, his desk at work, the back of his couch, several lovely places outdoors around the city and even my tent.
we want to try at least ten different positions to start with and both of us have interest in trying a feeldoe and a strap-on and fucking each other every way from sunday.
and yet? and yet we’re not doing any of those things.
we are lost in the enjoyment of simpler pleasures. more traditional postures if you will.
he likes to lick me until i writhe with pleasure and then watch my face as i come and feel my body as it shudders it’s release into his mouth.
i like to feel his beautiful cock grow in my mouth or my hand until i can hardly believe that it’s real. i like to feel it’s head tease my lips or run itself along my channel. i want it against me as we make out like teenagers, albeit naked.
we like to feel him slide slowly but certainly into me, the extra-wide portion of his diamond shaped penis catching momentarily just inside my entrance before easing on home.
we like to move together, slowly or quickly or jackrabbit fast. pausing and readjusting, mouths occasionally meeting to kiss to the rhythm our hips will fall into. he perched above me on shaking arms or faces buried in each others necks as we tremble and shudder and often come together at least once like lovers out of some romantic tale.
i say ‘at least once’ because he likes to come two to seven times per “penetrative act” before finally collapsing, spent, to lie beside me and pant. it’s not so hard to match him at least once if i get so many kicks at the can.
[i do not mean he has a full arousal cycle two to seven times, i mean that he comes more than once per round of arousal and is what i would describe as multi-orgasmic.]
i think that we like this plain old missionary so much for several reasons; not the least of which is that it’s *fun.* but more than that we are lost in the newness of our feelings for and discovery of each other and i think that being able to look into each other’s eyes while out bodies join is especially important to us.
moreover there are the words. the words that we whisper to each other as we sigh blissfully into each other’s mouths or necks or ears.
it’s as though somehow the simpleness of the act is all that we need right now. we know what we will do someday and we’re quite excited about the myriad possibilities open to us but we know also that we have all the time in the world.
there is an entire menu out there waiting for us and yet? the first item is utterly sublime and so difficult to pass by on the way to the more exotic fare further down the list.
could be worse huh?
December 25, 2007 at 12:54 pm
Sometimes it is, indeed, those little things that satisfy us the most…..Your lover is a good one. For years, I have tried to teach my own body to be multikorgasmic to no avail. If you two have any secrets….
Oh, and Merry Christmas!
December 26, 2007 at 1:14 pm
Could be MUCH worse. So glad it is working out so beautifully. And thanks for the wonderfully written update
December 26, 2007 at 8:11 pm
i totally feel you, BIG. my boyfriend and i have been together for a year and just got our first toy for christmas. we know we have plent of time to experiment and test and play. right now we just want to feel each other. get so close we loose ourselves. it’s awesome.
December 26, 2007 at 11:05 pm
For all the fun sucking and fucking and playing in every imaginable way can be, when I want to feel connected to a man I have feelings for, the basics do it.
December 27, 2007 at 12:04 pm
ronjazz i’m really not sure how he does it, i do know that he read some old skin mags from the 70s that suggested it was possible but otherwise i don’t really know how he did it. it could be as simple as continuing to masturbate after the first ejaculation…
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E: you’re telling me! and you’re welcome :)
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nenas: it’s funny because we play with toys pretty regularly but the actual fucking is nearly always missionary. like i can remember specifically the times it wasn’t…
‘so close we lose ourselves’ <– nicely put miss.
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brainiac: you know that’s just it. i’ve been pondering how to explain that with a fuck buddy you do so many more crazy things than with someone you care about and that seems to be it.
we do plan to uh… expand our horizons sometime.
December 27, 2007 at 2:27 pm
Draw this out as long as you can…wear out each stage before moving on to the next. By the time you get to the end you can start all over back at the beginning again!
See, this it me practicing that patience myself here b/c you just KNOW I am yelling “FUCK ASSES SOON!!!!” on the inside. Hee!
XX
December 29, 2007 at 4:23 am
so right about the best old vanilla beginners position of missionary.
sometimes it’s just the eye contact that does the magic.
and i dunno why “missionary” always remind me of this song
“Norm life baby “we’re white and oh so hetero and our sex is missionary.”
that explain why me and him enjoy spooning more for the romantic stuff or frotting doesnt always work. :-D
December 29, 2007 at 11:20 pm
I love the missionary style…okay, I would love it if I were having sex. I think there is a certain connection, and while I know I have my share of kinks and fantasies and desire to use just about anything and everything on me and a lover, missionary seems to offer some extra connection than some others.
You don’t mess with the classics right? ;-)
Great post (as always). Happy New Year!
December 30, 2007 at 7:57 pm
AS: funnily enough we almost can’t do anything but. we’re likely going to play with his strap-on before we get to my ass because he’s huge and i’m still working my way up with the toys… but in terms of the wild sex we’re somehow stuck on the first page…
well except for the toy…
well miss, if we DO fuck asses? you’ll be one of the first five hundred to know *giggle*
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Faggot: i think the eye contact has an enormous amount to do with it. you’re looking AT each other instead of inside your minds and it somehow keeps you both in the room.
i don’t know the song but yeah, for sure that would remind me of it…. and yes, sometimes it doesn’t actually work if we aren’t looking each other in the eye. too easy to leave the room i guess.
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rae: yes, that’s exactly it. some things are classics for a reason!
i can’t wait to read your stuff when you actually start having sex, the exploration will be a lot of fun to see :)
thanks! you too!