Sex life days a long time, even if not bored, more or less will feel the same sex a little formalized, as good food every day to eat, but also always feel more and more time do not know taste. But if you can occasionally add some different ingredients into it, it is easy to add injection completely different novel feeling.
We were in the same boat. Although we both enjoy sex, we have felt a bit lazy as the days have gone by, so we searched for something that would change that.
The simplest and easiest way is to change positions.
At first we were both in missionary position. One day, halfway through, I suddenly decided I wanted to try a different position. I stopped what I was doing and pulled my cock out of her. Then I rolled over and lay on my back.
‘What are you doing? Don’t stop…’ she asked me with confusion.
‘You straddle up and take the initiative for a change.’
‘Don’t! That would be weird…’
‘It’s okay, just try it, it might feel different if you change your position, it might be more comfortable.’ I tried to seduce her.
‘Well…’ She hesitated, but didn’t refuse.
Looking at her, I knew that she actually wanted to try it. Maybe it’s because she used to be more conservative after all, even after having sex for so long, sometimes she still shows hesitation, even now, but she’s actually quite eager to try, she’s just too shy to show it too obviously, and needs a little push from someone.
‘Try it, if you don’t like it or feel uncomfortable, stop…’
It’s also really kind of hilarious to me to help her weave in reasons to try it with similar phrases each time. It’s really full of work though.
‘Hmm…’
She got up from the bed and put her feet across my body.
She held my cock in one hand, held her vaginal opening open with the other, and slowly groped her way down to a crouch. It was a bit like the scene in the movie ‘Apollo 13’ the other day when the command post and the moon landing craft are trying to connect.
Finally, when I felt the wetness of her pussy, we both knew we were in alignment. She released her hand and continued to squat down.
As her pussy engulfed my cock bit by bit, she had a look of pain on her face, and I felt tighter than ever, as if we were back to our first night together.
When our bottoms were fully confined, she switched her legs to a kneeling position and put her hands on my stomach.
‘It hurts… how did this happen?’ She asked.
‘I don’t know… maybe it’s just that this position is putting a bit of pressure on your lower abdomen…’ I replied, ‘Just sit like this for a while and rest, and then when it doesn’t hurt you’ll try moving up and down to see.’
‘Uh-huh.’
She first moved her own waist up and down slowly with her hand on my abdomen, and within two strokes, she began to pick up speed, her upper body suddenly leaning forward and back, while letting out intermittent gasps. She was also starting to feel the excitement of the flesh.
Such a position would have pressed against the combined sexes, and the friction caused by her vagina against the penis was even greater after she began to pick up speed.
There’s an even better advantage to such a pose: it provides good visual enjoyment.
In the past, when I concentrated on sprinting, I would at most stroke her body with my hand, but at this time, I didn’t need to be distracted from taking action, everything was dominated by her, so I could concentrate on admiring the look on her face and her beautiful body as she made love.
As she adjusted the speed of her rise and fall to give herself the proper needed stimulation, her flyaway hair, smirking mouth and heavy panting made her look full of a hairy slutty energy. And as her body swung, the two plump, firm globes of flesh on her chest bounced along with it, and her cherry-like nipples continued to draw an intricate trajectory through the air.
The double stimulation and enjoyment, both physical and visual, allows us to experience another level of orgasm.
Since then, we’ve been experimenting with all sorts of lovemaking positions. As long as we read about some special positions in books, or see them in erotic literature or comics, and as long as the difficulty is not something that non-gymnasts can’t do, we’ll try them all. Thus, there are dozens of positions, including rear entry, side position, standing position, sitting position… and so on, that we use interactively.
In addition to postural changes, the use of voice and language is also a favorite method of ours.
At first she just made the occasional slight moan or grunt, and I was full quiet the vast majority of the time. Then we decided to start making noises.
She would let out various moans of varying volume and frequency during our lovemaking to let me know how she was feeling at that moment, whether she wanted more excitement or a slight reprieve, etc.; and likewise, I would let her know the level of arousal in my mind by the mere sound of my voice.
And I’ve found that when she’s sucking me off, if she lets out a snort-like moan while she’s doing it, even though I know that it’s a deliberate sound she’s making, I’m much more turned on at that point than when she’s just sucking me off.
So then we had an unwritten agreement: unless the situation or environment was really unsuitable or there was no way to make a sound, we would try to keep as much sound as possible throughout the whole lovemaking process.
But up to this point it’s all just purely reactive emotional sounds.
One day we were having sex when, I don’t know what I was thinking, the action suddenly filled up and was reduced to shallow jerks at the vaginal opening.
Suddenly she stroked my hips and pressed me into her, saying, ‘Come on! Do it harder!
I froze for a moment, because those were words she wouldn’t normally say.
But while I was surprised, there was a fresh sensation running through my body, and it was also obvious that my cock had swelled a little more. Without saying a word, I started to fuck her harder, even harder than before. And her gasps were even more intense and tantalizing.
After that, we started experimenting with some of the bolder and raunchier phrases to put into our sex sessions.
For example, ‘You slutty bitch, I’m going to fuck your pussy!’ ‘Bitch, fill my hungry flesh hole with your cock!’ ‘Clench your little mouth a little tighter and clamp my cock off!’ ‘Hurry! Fuck a little harder! I want more…’ and so on, some odd combination of words coming up anyway.
At first it would be reserved, with the occasional venturing; later it would simply be a scene full of obscenities, interspersed with gasps and moans to accompany the sex.
Is it psychological? Anyway, we both let ourselves go a little more under the circumstances, and she became more active, more open to the joys of lovemaking without fear or favor.