The Sideways Slip‘n’slide, Kneeling Fox, Corkscrew... oh the endless ways in which two consenting adults can find sexual utopia. But is plain-Jane Missionary where’s at?
I'd be willingly to bet that each and every one of you reading this has, at some stage, felt the pressure of a porn style bedroom performance. I'm talking about sex with that competitive edge. The type of sex where you pull out every position in your girlie guide to totally rock his world. You swivel and scissor, grip and grind, force your body into contortions an 11-year-old gymnast would wince at. You play the playboy kitten perfectly. But did YOU orgasm?
My money is on... No.
For me when I'm zoning in on a perfect 10 for my sexual performance score card, I'm often too busy to actually acknowledge my own journey to pleasure town. Between balancing like this and holding my leg like that, pouting and purring I am far too busy pretending to be Jenna Jameson than just Tara. Come cuddle time, he is feeling satiated and satisfied, and I'm left feeling a little... well, porn-ish.
For years I believed the key to great sex lie in tricky positions. How very wrong I was. A few nights ago, I experienced for the first time sex so connected and intense it blew everything I ever thought I knew about it out of the bedroom.
I had heard about this "phenomena" where by the female is sometimes brought to tears through the sheer intensity of emotion during copulation. Pfft! What fairytale baloney I would snicker.
Ladies, baloney it is not. Never, would I have thought I could reach such heights of not only physical but mental pleasure. A man who shows appreciation for the female body has the power to instill such confidence in his partner and goes such a long way to deepening pleasure. And this man did just that. Oh the utter loveliness of feeling treasured. Of allowing touches to linger and to kiss without feverish advance. My body unfurled under this man. Everything about it was so deliciously real and incredibly erotic. No longer was I worried about staying missionary. I wasn't rolling around the sheets, throwing my head back or standing on my head... In fact it was very still. I couldn't hide behind my XXX tricks and it was incredibly liberating to just be me. I felt for the first time I could just focus on my own pleasure and connection to my partner.
While I might not know a lot, I do know is this: Find someone who makes you feel so wonderfully special and sacred whilst you're naked (or why not all the time!). I love a down right naughty nookie as much as the next girl but believe me, the cowboy, the jack knife, the upside down reverse leap frog ain't got nothing on good old fashion, soul soaring, gentle, slow, sex.