lustygeist

If you had asked me, in my youth, what my favorite sex position was, I would have immediately responded with “doggy style.” Doggy style is great because it affords me full view of the fucking—watching my dick penetrate my partner, the sexy magic of a part of me disappearing inside of her—and I've always loved watching.

Doggy style will always be fun, always be hot, but after two decades of fucking—lots and lots of fucking—I don't need to watch to know exactly what's going on. I've seen it enough times that I can close my eyes right now, alone as I type this, and easily visualize what that all looks like. (Still and always fucking beautiful, don't get me wrong.) As I've grown older, and as I've come to realize that—for me—sex is inextricably tied to love, I've come to find that my favorite sex position is much less about the fucking and much more about the intimacy. The “total hug,” I like to call it:

Sitting on a chair or on the edge of the bed with her on my lap, facing me; my arms wrapped around her, hugging her close to me; her bare breasts pressed tight against my bare chest; her arms and legs wrapped around my back, hugging me close to her; my cock not penetrating her, but instead being engulfed by her, hugged entirely, embraced in her warmth.

Honestly, I can lose myself in a total hug. No rocking, grinding, pumping, thrusting—just sitting there, in stillness, in union, breathing together in unison, kissing or just resting my head against her neck, listening to the beat of her heart and focusing on feeling that same pulse softly beating against my sex. Sometimes it feels like I could spend hours like that.

A total hug makes me feel whole in a way that nothing else does.