sex positions

Here is a question that I answered via email from a woman who attended my food and sex co-presentation. I'm planning on making an audio version for sale too. I listed this position on the PowerPoint slide we used for suggested positions, however, the presentation moved on before all the positions could be described. The "right angles" position was one of them. We'll call the woman asking the question Sienna. Her reply to my answer is below as well. The pic I used for this blog post is from Sex For One from a drawing by my mentor, Betty Dodson. She and her late webmaster, Grant Taylor, counted this position among their favorites.

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a fire inside to "want to feel that." To want to learn how to make sex better, maybe for the first time in their lives.

Here's a sex position that for the longest time didn't work for me. Then Olivia and I cracked it one morning.

The curvaceous woman had just come while sixty-nineing, her round peach of an ass over my face and her erect clitoris, from shaft to glans, sucked inside my mouth. I did something I'd never tried before in that position that made her blow. I slid my right thumb up and into her slippery vagina, went straight to her PS-spot (perineal sponge, which I'm e-booking on for all the full info), and worked my magic on her southern g-spot while my tongue went crazy over her clit.

Found this on Jamye Waxman's blog. Brilliant:

Due to popular demand, (determined lust for you, Becca. Someday...) I'm adding back in a position-switch that happened during my sex with Kit-Ting and Wendy. The blog post was getting too long so I edited. Here's the director's cut, the new content in italics, the original below it:

I asked Wendy for my shirt from the chair. Slid myself out of Kit-Ting, grasped her little teardrop calves and pressed her thighs together, then guided her knees up to her breasts.

"Hold behind your knees, Kit-Ting."

I grasped my long sleeve shirt and put the collar at her hands and tied my sleeves around her thighs, nice and tight. Then handed her the ends of the sleeves. On my knees, I admired the inverted heart-shape of her ass and backs of her thighs with a sweetly closed tan vulva in the center. I pushed my hard glans into the red riding hood and plunged easily back inside-- all the way down.