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Poetry in Motion
I've been thinking lately of placement and choreography; of the gestures and positions that I most adore and what they do to me. There is eloquence and symbolism in movement. Martha Graham once remarked that the only good dancers were the ones who moved from their vaginas. Clearly, I'm a fantastic dancer since I'm all about moving and thinking from the vagina.
These are positions that unnerve and psychologically unlock me. I've compiled a selection of my favorite visual and sensory moments with accompanying images in the photo gallery.
Lifted. Pinned. There's nothing quite like me straddling a man and him lifting me up, pinning me against a wall or setting me on a countertop. I love to feel the solidity of a man. When he picks me up unhesitatingly and places me somewhere of his choosing, I soften. And open. These moments etch themselves into my memory because they're milestones of a layer of surrender. I can trust him, his masculinity, his strength to carry me. In that moment I melt closer to him and there I stay. He's proven a level of power to me.
Head back, throat exposed. For some backward deep throating action. It's a very vulnerable pose, and therefore even sexier for a man and for me. I've always seen the thrown back head as a beautiful symbol of abandon and having a cock in my throat at the same time aptly emphasizes that. I can best feel my throat as another orifice this way. I'm cut off from sight, so all I can do is feel, palpate, taste, smell and slide into a wordless, mindless rhythm of movement and force. A man's torso is pounding my face and the only thing I can focus on is opening my throat to receive him.
These are positions that unnerve and psychologically unlock me. I've compiled a selection of my favorite visual and sensory moments with accompanying images in the photo gallery.
It allows me to dig in, surrender and settle down for a lengthy fuck. It's a soul cleansing, zone fucking sort of position.
Head back, throat exposed. For some backward deep throating action. It's a very vulnerable pose, and therefore even sexier for a man and for me. I've always seen the thrown back head as a beautiful symbol of abandon and having a cock in my throat at the same time aptly emphasizes that. I can best feel my throat as another orifice this way. I'm cut off from sight, so all I can do is feel, palpate, taste, smell and slide into a wordless, mindless rhythm of movement and force. A man's torso is pounding my face and the only thing I can focus on is opening my throat to receive him.
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Woman on all fours. It's the ultimate gesture of offering, this position. I love being in it, I love the unknown of just when I'll be penetrated and how. This position also provides the most velocity for some heavy duty slamming. I can grip sheets and pillows and prop myself up with walls. It allows me to dig in, surrender and settle down for a lengthy fuck. It's a soul cleansing, zone fucking sort of position. I'll grab my accoutrements - the rolled up sheets for my hand grips, or my favorite chair I like to be bent over or a pillow for my face to rest on. I can fuck away until I hit all the nooks and crannies that need unwinding and loosen up my whole being. It's the fuck I wear for days afterward - a glow and easy relaxedness.
The spread. I like being pried open, even when I don't want to be. I love being tied up, and cleaved. Seeing a woman with her legs spread utterly wide, or being forced to spread my own with a firm and swift knee sends tremors through me. I love the straining feeling in my inner thighs and cool air hitting my very exposed cunt.
And finally: the entwine and melt. It's a well-earned comedown and nestly rest that encapsulates the fury, force and softness of all that preceded it. It's amalgamation time. In this space, I can let the openness I was working to get to infuse my words, actions and thoughts. I'm imbibed with a new vision and I glow with it.
The spread. I like being pried open, even when I don't want to be. I love being tied up, and cleaved. Seeing a woman with her legs spread utterly wide, or being forced to spread my own with a firm and swift knee sends tremors through me. I love the straining feeling in my inner thighs and cool air hitting my very exposed cunt.
And finally: the entwine and melt. It's a well-earned comedown and nestly rest that encapsulates the fury, force and softness of all that preceded it. It's amalgamation time. In this space, I can let the openness I was working to get to infuse my words, actions and thoughts. I'm imbibed with a new vision and I glow with it.
- 05/25/2009
