As boring as it sounds, I love the missionary position.
I know! So dreadfully dull…
But when a man throws you down on a bed, reefs you back towards him by an ankle, knees your legs open and pins your arms above your head by the wrists before he penetrates you? There is absolutely nothing boring about that! When he stakes you to the bed like a butterfly to a board with his throbbing penis, nothing makes you feel more taken. When he slides into inside, and you can look up at him and see the tautness in his face, the desire… nature taking over… Nope. Not boring at all.
I love it when a man almost loses control in the moment, taking you almost mindlessly… you clasp onto his shoulders, his muscles straining under your fingertips… down his back, his skin so warm… then his pumping buttocks… Then you wrap your legs around his pelvis, holding him in; at the same time just clinging on like a limpet.
He is inside you… the closest thing to melding flesh into flesh. HE is working so hard… potent male animal that he is… His thrusts may be so hard they slide you into the headboard. The sweat beads on his forehead… dripping into your mouth and across your cheek. Saltiness on your tongue.
You are a vessel to his desire. The center of his world. The only thing that matters as nature drives him towards the inevitable conclusion. It gets faster and faster. His balls may be slapping into your flesh. He is possessed… by you… by hormones… by lust.
Then you can’t help but spur him further. Break what little control he has left. Nails digging into the flesh of his back… white teeth nipping the skin of his shoulder. His eyes glaze over. The man is gone… only the animal remains.
But now… the tightness is building inside you! Each thrust tears another cry from your throat. The world fades to a blur. Just you. Him. Legs entwined around one another… sliding against each other almost like snakes…
You scream your encouragement… so close.. so close… like a mountain you desperately want to climb…. his beard rasping against your skin… you can’t get close enough… you can’t open yourself to him anymore….
A detonation… a supernova… exploding into a thousand pieces… vision changing from red to shimmering, velvety darkness as you feel his last thrust inside… and each jet of his climax filling you… pulsating inside your very core…
No. Not boring at all.