Well, the Mrs. is having her period, so I have to think of ways to keep myself busy. I found this great standing position on Women24.com and can't wait to persuade her to try it.
Here is how it works:
Man leans with his back against the wall. The angle created by his body against the wall can be adjusted according to the woman's length. If she is shorter, she’d want the angle to be wider and if she's tall, the other way around.
She presses her bum against his crotch, leaning forward slightly and tilting her coccyx to the sky to allow entry. Now she is ready to wriggle, sway and thrust to her heart’s content without fear of damaging anything.
Added bonus:
• His hands are completely free to roam her body and stimulate her where she needs it most.
• As with all standing positions, it’s great for quickies. You don’t even have to get undressed.
• Because both should be comfortable they can choose to do this at a desperate, frenetic pace, or, love each other tenderly and languidly.
Want to show off?
Have him hold her arms as she leans all the way forward. She’ll feel as if she is flying and getting a great upper back stretch.
Also, she’ll look pretty wicked from the side.
Have you tried this? Let me know…
Women24.com
Sunday Night Sex?
Sunday night sex is by definition the most boring sex you will ever experience in your life. It is limited to Sunday nights alone and confined to that bed you went out buying when you just got married. Then you bought it for one thing only…sleep. Back then you had sex everywhere, except on the newly-bought bed. Now this is the only place you do it and it sucks!
Don’t get me wrong. I have a very beautiful wife and would grab her still anywhere, anytime and in anyway, but things had change and, boy did it change.
It all started about eight years ago when we took a conscious decision to have dogs. Then it was a conscious decision but now, I can’t believe what I was thinking. I wasn’t on any drugs, drunk or even temporary insane. So how the hell did we end up with dogs? Okay, don’t get me wrong, dogs are lovely pets but this is where a married man’s nightmare begins. Suddenly your loving wife doesn’t want to do it during the day or anywhere else but in a closed bedroom. You see some married women have this thing about having sex in front of their little house trained dogs. And frankly did you try it? It is a damn nightmare. The dogs think you want to play and you know what dogs love to fetch…sticks and balls.
Still things aren’t that bad and you score more than once a week, although in the bedroom but at least any time of day and any day of the week. Then you take a decision that you are ready to be parents. You see; in your mind you have this perception that you are such a wonderful dog owner and somehow managed to keep the little buggers alive and therefore you are ready for the next step. Let me tell you, raising dogs and raising kids are sooooo different!
Even when my wife was pregnant we still had a wonderful sex life. It was only after the caesarian and birth of our first child that our sex life collapsed. Unlike dogs, little babies need more attention and of course puppies don’t suck your wife’s once beautiful breasts dry. What followed was exhaustion, fatigue and a lot more responsibility.
Now, back to our sex life. What sex life, you may ask. My wife was no longer interested in sex, complaining that it hurts when we had intercourse and she was exhausted. So with a lot of KY jelly and persuasion we started the ritual of Sunday night sex. The ritual goes like this and it is not applicable to every Sunday night, just to some. The lights are off and the door is locked and we will cuddle and she will turn around and ask if I really want to do it. By that time I’m as hungry as a wolf and start begging just for a little nooky. A few rubs here and there; and don’t forget the KY, and we are on our way. “Oh it hurts” instead of “oh yeah, baby that’s the spot” she moans. I try to be as gentle as I can but no way. By the time I’m ready to cum she is fine and wants it hard. But then I’m too close to the finish line. It is all over!
She went to the gynecologist, twice to find the reason for the sudden painful intercourse. She returns with some ointment that will do the trick. Nothing else seems really wrong.
These days I’m a self confessed wanker. My once nymphomaniac wife has turned into an iceberg.
How do you turn it around to experience what you once had?
Don’t get me wrong. I have a very beautiful wife and would grab her still anywhere, anytime and in anyway, but things had change and, boy did it change.
It all started about eight years ago when we took a conscious decision to have dogs. Then it was a conscious decision but now, I can’t believe what I was thinking. I wasn’t on any drugs, drunk or even temporary insane. So how the hell did we end up with dogs? Okay, don’t get me wrong, dogs are lovely pets but this is where a married man’s nightmare begins. Suddenly your loving wife doesn’t want to do it during the day or anywhere else but in a closed bedroom. You see some married women have this thing about having sex in front of their little house trained dogs. And frankly did you try it? It is a damn nightmare. The dogs think you want to play and you know what dogs love to fetch…sticks and balls.
Still things aren’t that bad and you score more than once a week, although in the bedroom but at least any time of day and any day of the week. Then you take a decision that you are ready to be parents. You see; in your mind you have this perception that you are such a wonderful dog owner and somehow managed to keep the little buggers alive and therefore you are ready for the next step. Let me tell you, raising dogs and raising kids are sooooo different!
Even when my wife was pregnant we still had a wonderful sex life. It was only after the caesarian and birth of our first child that our sex life collapsed. Unlike dogs, little babies need more attention and of course puppies don’t suck your wife’s once beautiful breasts dry. What followed was exhaustion, fatigue and a lot more responsibility.
Now, back to our sex life. What sex life, you may ask. My wife was no longer interested in sex, complaining that it hurts when we had intercourse and she was exhausted. So with a lot of KY jelly and persuasion we started the ritual of Sunday night sex. The ritual goes like this and it is not applicable to every Sunday night, just to some. The lights are off and the door is locked and we will cuddle and she will turn around and ask if I really want to do it. By that time I’m as hungry as a wolf and start begging just for a little nooky. A few rubs here and there; and don’t forget the KY, and we are on our way. “Oh it hurts” instead of “oh yeah, baby that’s the spot” she moans. I try to be as gentle as I can but no way. By the time I’m ready to cum she is fine and wants it hard. But then I’m too close to the finish line. It is all over!
She went to the gynecologist, twice to find the reason for the sudden painful intercourse. She returns with some ointment that will do the trick. Nothing else seems really wrong.
These days I’m a self confessed wanker. My once nymphomaniac wife has turned into an iceberg.
How do you turn it around to experience what you once had?
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