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Excellent use of a mirror...
Regarding those old wooden "revolver" chairs. You don't want to be in one when the springs give way. DAMHIKT.
Oh no, you can't say that. Of course I'm going to. HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT? How??
Go on, spill the beans* You know you want to...
* not those beans....![]()
Oh, experience. Dated a woman who had mirrored closet doors in her room and on the wall at the foot of her bed.
Oh.my.gawd.
To be able to have sex with her bent over her bed and watch all the reactions and emotions play over her face. Rawrrrr.
Or were we talking about the chair?![]()


Hmm. I'd prefer this to be a full length mirror so I can see everything that's going on. Although that makes the leaning over more difficult. A mirror with handrails?
Actually this position, although I like it, is very difficult for my man and me, because he's a foot taller than I am. I have to stand on tiptoes, while he bends his knees to get down to my level. In fact, yesterday and Thursday I had rather stiff legs from engaging in just this sort of shenanigans![]()
See, I thought you were going to relate a story of sexual misadventure involving a wheely-chair
But the description of the power of a bedroom mirror was a very nice substituteAnd very accurate. I did get to experience that myself last year in Madrid. Lovely room. Lovely mirror. Lovely time had by all...
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Ah...I'm thinking either some sort of thick cushion, footstool or the like might be beneficial.![]()
Ah, yes, well, erm.
We were enjoying an encounter in a borrowed office at lunch-time. We were employing Position B:
https://i.imgur.com/eYmQjyx.jpg
Female straddles, rear-facing.
Her blouse unbuttoned to her waist, underwear discarded somewhere, and skirt hiked up around her waist. Time was short, you see, and not all the usual niceties were employed. We were thoroughly enjoying ourselves her and self thought to lean forward and offer a breast to my waiting mouth.
The resulting shift in weight tipped the chair backwards rather far - a precarious bit of balance, that. Suddenly there was a sickening *SNAP* and the chair gave way at the mechanism, tipping us loudly and unceremoniously onto the cold tile floor. We were obliged to finish our activities with her on the credenza. (After assuring ourselves that the commotion hadn’t attracted unwanted attention, of course.)
We returned the office (and clothing, to the best of our abilities) to the original configuration. We did not disclose the failure of the chair to the office’s occupant as that would have been a difficult conversation. Instead, he fell over backwards on his return and figured that _he_ had broken the chair.


I like your approach to problem-solving...
Weirdly, I saw yesterday that Cole posted this:
https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2019/01/10/300/20504422.gif
(Hey, Cole!)
... which is almost exactly what I was describing, minus the handrails next to the mirror
So what this tells us is that I just need to purchase some 6" silver fuck-me stiletto heels, and it'll all work out just fine![]()
I like your approach to problem-solving...
Weirdly, I saw yesterday that Cole posted this:
https://images.sex.com/images/pinporn/2019/01/10/300/20504422.gif
(Hey, Cole!)
... which is almost exactly what I was describing, minus the handrails next to the mirror
So what this tells us is that I just need to purchase some 6" silver fuck-me stiletto heels, and it'll all work out just fine![]()
Hello you!I think we've already met, am I right?

Hello yourself, gorgeous!
The target market is admittedly rather small. Or shall we call it specialised?
I've done further research. I wondered if there was a porn version of Edward Scissorhands. Stupid question. Of course there is. It's called...
*drum roll*
Edward Penishands
![]()
)Why yes, that would be an admirable solution indeed...while adding a bit of bling to the festivities.
I noticed H has begun a new thread on being bent over. I believe that is also applicable to the leaned forward but the standing position we began this dialog with.![]()
I may have to do some research... I'll be needing the shoes... Yes, the full length mirror definitely helps. Hmm, that floor looks like it might be pretty reflective as well.

So I know what I’m watching in a hotel room some time soon... not this week which includes a date with a Hollywood A-litser... a play above a pub... and arty farty shenanigans (with free drinks and nibbles... a girl can’t be expected to prioritise Edward Penishands over free bubbles and twiglets...)

I wonder if that position truly is being bent over? For me, to be bent over, I think there has been something over which you are bent, whereas the leaning forward/standing position is unsupported, as it were.
I think the sensations are largely the same, but with the additional hazard of falling over in the standing positionI may have to do some research... I'll be needing the shoes...
And yes, the 'Being bent over' thread had quite a few replies. Interesting stuff. I had intended to record my experiences in there too, must get around to that!

Of all the potential silver linings of the situation, your gorgeous self draped with flag didn’t cross my mind...
Did you see this? This did make me cry...
https://twitter.com/bydonkeys/status/1223175366421946369?s=21

It's somewhat of a bent-over position but in reality its more of a standing sex pose. Standing sex is a whole different ball game where the participant's height and physical stamina really come into play on how achievable it is.![]()
Lovely picture, emotional times, I'm at a loss to understand it all even after reading so much about it.![]()
It was for the excellent ABC thread over in Ampics, really, but then it was 15 minutes to the exit and I just couldn't let it pass without posting something. I couldn't really find the words. So the picture it was.

Out on a bike ride a couple of weeks ago, a cold day, a lovely country pub for lunch. It was an old coaching inn originally, dating back to the 1600s. It's all roaring fires, wooden tables, really gorgeous.
The table I sat at had a really thick wooden top. With some interesting features:
https://i.imgur.com/hpbRFiH.jpg
I wonder how many other people sit there and think those knots look like vaginas... I can't be alone, surely?![]()
Out on a bike ride a couple of weeks ago, a cold day, a lovely country pub for lunch. It was an old coaching inn originally, dating back to the 1600s. It's all roaring fires, wooden tables, really gorgeous.
The table I sat at had a really thick wooden top. With some interesting features:
I wonder how many other people sit there and think those knots look like vaginas... I can't be alone, surely?![]()