Hummingbyrd
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Scalywag said:OK, this may sound blunt, but it's the simplest way to put it.
My favorite position: My tongue on her clit.![]()
Scalywag said:OK, this may sound blunt, but it's the simplest way to put it.
My favorite position: My tongue on her clit.![]()
Cathleen said:I saw this thread the other day and tried to ignore it, I can sometimes go overboard thinking -- not that sex isn't fun to think about -- but just sometimes I don't need the increase in SF.
That being said, a friend of mine mentioned something from here, or maybe it was another thread, anyway my resolve about ignoring this thread was toast.
Like most things, it all depends on mood and wants but I do have a few I could share.
Many times it's still good old missionary. I love the eye contact, to be able to see his eyes and he mine - still gets me. I love to be able to kiss mouth to mouth, whether soft or rough, is great. I can feel the strength of desire and power with the tension in his arms as I run my hands over them. I can feel his breath on me or in my ear, he can whisper or growl. He can choose to make love to me or thrust so hard I can barely breathe, as I grunt with him or whisper back.
I love the feel of gripping him tightly inside me and can feel him trembling as the dam is about to give way. I can wrap my legs around him and pull him tighter. I can almost feel if he is holding back, letting it all build more and he can feel me clenching him as I come on his cock, and then feeling his pleasure as he moves more. I am opened, I offer myself to him, on my back, spread for him.
I love to wrap myself around him as he gives in to the power of the moment and pull him in more, knowing I can and will take what he gives me. I feel possessed by him and one with him. There is a feeling of be powerful and vulnerable all at once. He will take what he wants but I know he is giving all he has too. Feeling him collapse onto me, spent and content. There really isn’t anything like that in the world to me.
Scalywag said:um. wow. all i can say is wow. do you write stories like this Cate?
silverwhisper said:is it really taking you two this long to realize how powerfully cate writes?
[trout-smacks 'em both]
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Cathleen said:I saw this thread the other day and tried to ignore it, I can sometimes go overboard thinking -- not that sex isn't fun to think about -- but just sometimes I don't need the increase in SF.
That being said, a friend of mine mentioned something from here, or maybe it was another thread, anyway my resolve about ignoring this thread was toast.
Like most things, it all depends on mood and wants but I do have a few I could share.
Many times it's still good old missionary. I love the eye contact, to be able to see his eyes and he mine - still gets me. I love to be able to kiss mouth to mouth, whether soft or rough, is great. I can feel the strength of desire and power with the tension in his arms as I run my hands over them. I can feel his breath on me or in my ear, he can whisper or growl. He can choose to make love to me or thrust so hard I can barely breathe, as I grunt with him or whisper back.
I love the feel of gripping him tightly inside me and can feel him trembling as the dam is about to give way. I can wrap my legs around him and pull him tighter. I can almost feel if he is holding back, letting it all build more and he can feel me clenching him as I come on his cock, and then feeling his pleasure as he moves more. I am opened, I offer myself to him, on my back, spread for him.
I love to wrap myself around him as he gives in to the power of the moment and pull him in more, knowing I can and will take what he gives me. I feel possessed by him and one with him. There is a feeling of be powerful and vulnerable all at once. He will take what he wants but I know he is giving all his has too. Feeling him collapse onto me, spent and content. There really isn’t anything like that in the world to me.