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Originally Posted by RG_
When you're stuck behind a little old lady driving only 30 mph do you say, "Bless her heart!" rather than #@!%&!?
All marks of a true Southerner!  |
Well Sir, I truely am one of those damned yankees, you called me. I curse every one of those ladies (and old men) out with a sailor's foul tongue that's only safe to use in the solitary confinement of my car... I NEVER had road rage until I plopped myself smack in the middle of snow bird hell.
For the most part, my thing is that I like to feel enveloped in whatever position I'm in. I want to burry myself into that arm of the couch, or feel his arms wrapped tight around me, or have covers I can grip and claw myself into, ect...
The only time I really detest a position is when I feel like I'm out on my own in limbo land. It's why I don't like school paddlings, because it's just me and the wall my hands are on... there's no other contact. Or the bend over and put your hands on the chair sort of position. Once again, that's just me hanging out in open air.
Oddly enough, one of the reasons I don't like those open air positions is because I do feel exposed, BUT, I feel very sexily submissive when I'm told to get into that "on your knees, head down, ass up" sort of position on the bed. There's probably very few positions as exposing as that, when you're basically made to thrust all the goods out for display, but in the right circumstances, it can feel good.