The brilliance of the missionary position.
The debate about favourite sex position tends to find its way into conversation to share information, and more often or not, from a perspective of bravado or seduction. Sometimes, to be fair, it simply finds its way into the conversation after a couple of drinks to keep the good times going. No matter what the occasion my answer is always the same — my favourite position is the missionary.
Every so often, before I get out of bed, Yvonne would take a nipple in her teeth and bite very hard — never enough to draw blood but enough to make it tender all day. She told me she did it because when the fabric of my shirt caressed my nipple the sensation would remind me of her.
The debate about a person’s favourite sex position tends to find its way into conversation to share information but more often or not, it’s offered from a perspective of bravado or seduction. Sometimes, to be fair, it simply finds its way into the conversation after a couple of drinks to keep the good times going. No matter what the occasion, my answer is always the same — my favourite position is the missionary.
The connoisseurs of porn will most likely see this choice as traditional, old fashioned, and lacking imagination. I can only imagine what those people who think they’ve read the Kama Sutra would say. With great respect to all the positions out there, this is my reasoning.
With the missionary position I can get very deep and control the pressure on the clit as I grind or thrust. I am more sensitive to the rhythms and contractions of my lover’s body as she builds to orgasm.
There is more body contact and skin to caress, nibble and kiss with the missionary position.
I can watch as her pleasure builds, and her face contorts with her release.
I can feel her nails as they dig into my back, marking me deep. The pleasure of the pain.
She called me back to bed as I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror; the smell of our sex was still fresh. As I moved back to the bedroom, I turned my back to the mirror and glanced over my shoulder. Red lines ran the length of my back. The look and the sensation made me smile.
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