One thing ima do, is ride that dick.
There’s something extremely satisfying about peering down at my lover and seeing him squirm adoringly. Often times begging me to slow down so he doesn’t buss too quickly. Slowing me down does nothing to help your situation sir, you’re giving me the opportunity to focus on my pelvic muscles even more, ensuring I’m getting the full motion and squeeze. You silly man. Anyways, it makes me feel powerful.
I used to hate being on top during sex.
It used to make me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t like being so ‘seen’, and I didn’t like being in control. I would be riddled with thoughts like “do I look good at this angle?’, “is my second chin behaving itself?”, ‘are there any bats in the cave?’, ‘am I getting this motion right?’. It felt like pressure. Pressure to perform, pressure to please, pressure I simply did not want to have. I just wanted to lay back and chill, no hyper-focus on me, minimal effort, but pleasure still present.
That was until I found my flow.