The Rantings - For Adults 18+

Our Favorite Sex Positions

When The Boyfriend and I first started dating, he was a big fan of doing every weird and crazy position you could think of. In a typical sex session, he would probably cycle through a good six or seven wildly different positions and you’d walk away from it with your mind blown a little bit by the variety.

A few months into our relationship, I got pregnant and had a lot of severe joint pain that affected the way in which I could be moved and we had to greatly modify our repertoire from a huge selection of positions to a handful. He was also incredibly fearful of hurting me and/or the baby, especially being that I’m known for complicated pregnancies, so the sex became less about variety and more about intimacy.

After my joint pain left, or at least subsided dramatically, we basically stuck with the handful of positions. I think partly because we’re both incredibly comfortable in those positions and we’ve mastered the art of mostly mutual orgasm in these positions. There are, of course, a bunch of reasons why we prefer these positions over the hundreds of others that we could select from, especially when we speak of each one individually. So, without further adieu…

Our Favorite Positions

  1. Deck Chair

    Our absolute favorite position and the one we use absolutely and by far the most is missionary with him on top. While we vary up the missionary a lot when he’s up there, in terms of precise positioning, there are some things that are almost always the same.

    He is likely to have his face buried in my neck or breasts, I’m likely to have my right hand on my clit and chances are, my legs are up around his hips. Sex in this position is often wordless and there is a lot of watching the other person going on. He looks down on me and I look up at him. Often, missionary sex for us is typically very loving and intimate, even when he’s pounding into me like a jackhammer!

  2. Spoons

    We are both normally pretty exhausted in terms of overall energy. Life very much takes every ounce of energy out of us, but we both want to have sex so badly. Sometimes, you’re just too lazy to work for sex. And so we spoon!

    Wake up sex is almost always spooning sex and again, we’ll sometimes do little things to switch up the positions. If I’m going to orgasm, I’ll often throw my leg up over him. Every once and awhile, because he loves it so much, I’ll pull my knees in tight to my chest and make myself into a tiny little ball. I’d say just a little bit more than half of the time, this position will turn into missionary.

  3. Doggystyle

    Again, we’re lazy people. When I’m on my hands and knees, its not really on my hands and knees. It’s more on my shoulders and knees, because I’m likely to have my head on my pillow and my ass in the air. Generally, this is a rougher sex position for us and is only used when he’s in the mood to be rough.

    I think there’s a lot of things we like about this position but for both of us, I think it tends to feel like kinkier sex because it is generally rougher. He’s likely to be very instructive in this position and we both get a kick out of that. My favorite thing about this one though is the ability for his hands to grab at flesh, because I just feel like that doesn’t happen enough.

  4. Cowgirl

    I’m not a huge fan of being on top. I mean, I like it a lot more now than I ever have in the past, but it’s still not my most favorite position. I feel awkward and uncoordinated for the most part when I’m on top and sometimes, I’m okay with that, but other times, I just feel it. So, it’s the least used of our favorite positions.

    However, The Boyfriend will take this one over any other any day. It is, without a doubt, his favorite position. When I’m on top, it’s almost always slow sex, in comparison to what we’re normally doing when he’s in charge. It also tends to be more sensual, more about kissing, more about hands all over one another, more about gazing into each other’s eyes. And while that sounds incredibly cheesy, it’s reality.

While we have a lot more positions that we are likely to use, these are the main ones. At least one of these positions is sure to be included in every sexperience, even when we’re trying to be experimental. So now I’m curious, what are your favorite sex positions? Would you say that it’s been different with every person you’ve been with or do you generally have a favorite position? What is your favorite thing about your favorite position? Let’s talk sex positions!!

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Back to Authenticity

Ever since my serious bout of depression, I’ve been a person who spends a lot of time analyzing my emotions or problems or symptoms, until I can understand their source. I don’t think I was ever taught this particular tool in any of the counselling I had ever been through – usually the focus was on eliminating the worry entirely from the get-go, like the common “worry about it later” strategy. I find the whole method flawed because eventually, I have to let myself worry and then what do I do with that?

So, I decided to spend some time with my worry. Really get to know it. Get to know it so well that it can’t hurt me anymore. I’ve figured out all the possible scenarios, from the good to the absolute worst, so there’s no surprises (though I’m not saying, in anyway, that I don’t come out of it surprised every time!). And while the whole process of worry is probably the worst part of my day-to-day struggle, because I tend to worry about the stupidest things, and while the analyzing only helps to a degree on comfort levels, it’s my process.

So, for weeks now, I’ve been dealing with this lowered sex drive issue. I’ve spent more than a few hours of almost every day contemplating the source of the change. I’ve tried writing so many posts about this, especially through the last few sexperiences, and I just keep getting completely stuck because I haven’t figured it out yet. I haven’t figured out what happened, what changed, or what’s causing it.

The first few days, my theory was one of two things: (1) It burnt out. My sex drive had been in overdrive for so long, I had been so wanting and so desperate for so long, that my body and mind needed a physical break and so I burnt out or (2) It faded away. For even longer than I’ve been blogging, I’ve been talking about a strong desire to have kinky sex and my inability to receive it. I’ve blogged about my complacency towards my “authentic sexual self” on many occasions. I had been so neglectful and so disappointed so many times, that my soul said no and the drive faded away – since it decided it wasn’t being used anyways…

Last night, I was browsing through my Tumblr. And it occurred to me, as it usually does anytime I’m viewing any type of porn, that it’s almost impossible to find stuff that doesn’t involve anal sex in the mainstream easy-to-access porn world. And as you all know, because I talk about it all the time, I’ve always desperately wanted to be an anal whore but the reality is that I don’t really like anal sex very much. I find it to be an uncomfortable experience, both physically and mentally, and I can count the number of times I’ve successfully had anal sex on one hand. As I scrolled through at least a hundred pictures of girls taking it in the ass like champs, it occurred to me that my “authentic sexual self” does not include anal sex.

If I’m being truly honest with myself, the mere fact that The Boyfriend has been able to sustain my interest via his interest for so long, is a serious shock. I have a rule – try everything thricely – and once that’s done and you’ve decided you don’t like it, abandon it. Well, I did my three times, I did more than my three times. Trying to force myself to stay interested in anal sex is keeping me further and further away from being my “authentic sexual self“, especially being that I’m not getting any of the “taboo” things that I want. I’m giving and not receiving and that is not in alignment with authenticity!

Yesterday, The Boyfriend spent the whole day talking about how he has intended to have morning sex and various things have held it back, mostly the fact that I’ve been wearing pants for the last few days. So, he hinted heavily that I should ensure that I made it easy for him and that I did. When he crawled into bed this morning, I felt uninterested. Highly uninterested and half-hoped that he would just fall asleep. I’ve never experienced that before. Although, I’ll have to say that I’m glad that he didn’t!

When he first touched me, I didn’t feel anything anywhere, except for comfort at his touch. No arousal. When he reached between my legs, I was absolutely flabbergasted that I was wet, because I had felt like I was completely un-aroused and dry. The sex was amazing, even as I was half asleep and he was exhausted, the morning spooning is always a great time. We slept for many hours after that wrapped up in each other’s arms and it was a wonderful way to end/start the day (depending on whose perspective you were viewing the day from).

I went for a drive with my Mom this afternoon and sat staring out the window, contemplating. I came home and woke The Boyfriend up and sat, contemplating. Then, a thought came to me. It’s as if my mind and vagina are not communicating at all right now. When I’m aroused mentally, my brain isn’t sending that signal to my vagina. And when my vagina is soaking with arousal, it’s not sending the aroused signal to my brain. It’s as if I’ve disconnected the two organs – where they used to work in tandem and now they’re working separately.

I thought back on the last few sexperiences and how I struggled to describe the type of disconnectedness I felt through the whole thing, even though The Boyfriend was working as hard as he ever does and even though it was enjoyable sex, I just felt so disconnected from the experience of it. And maybe it’s this huge combination of all these things.

Maybe I’ve been too complacent about becoming my “authentic sexual self” and maybe that has caused a major change in the way my brain and genitals communicate. Maybe to correct the situation, I need to re-discover who I am sexually and what my sexuality means. I mean, you do have to take into consideration that sometime ago, I went from defining myself as being “bi-curious” to now defining as “unsure” across the sexual board. Maybe it’s time to be un-unsure!

The Writing - For Adults 18+

Big Spoon, Little Spoon

Big Spoon, Little Spoon


Hands upon my thighs
Tingles up the spine

Fingers trace my skin
Alighting fires within

Rounding up my rear
Feels so close, so near

Curve along my side
Shivers deep inside

Hand about my hip
Fingers digging in

Bodies sharing heat
Erratic heartbeats

Nails down my arm
A certain kind of charm

Palms against palms
In a moment, calm

Wrapped up in love
That’s what dreams are made of


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