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"   Today I did a bad thing. Something that, if I found out my boyfriend did, would make me a little sad. But on the other hand, something that I bet a lot of you have done. I thought about my ex while having sex with D. Not just like he flashed into my head, but I like reaallly thought about him and didn&amp;#039;t push the thought out immediately. It wasn&amp;#039;t planned, though I guess it would be pretty strange to plan that sort of thing. But what made me feel guilty was that I thought of him (let&amp;#039;s call him &amp;quot;The Coif&amp;quot; since he had really good hair) because of the sex position. Eek. I know. D. and I did the Passion Pretzel this morning. It started fairly organically. We were both in the kitchen when he came up behind me and kissed my neck. I turned around and we started to make out high-school dance style. Then he kissed his way down my body lifting my shirt as he went, until he was on his knees. I joined him on the kitchen floor. And that&amp;#039;s when the idea for the Passion Pretzel popped into my head. (This is the good thing about doing a sex challenge. Everything that vaguely resembles a sex position becomes an opportunity. Hell, I&amp;#039;ve even found myself sitting on the subway or walking up the stairs at my manicure place, thinking, &amp;quot;Hmmm, D. and I could do the Couch Canoodle or Backstairs Boogaloo here.&amp;quot; Then I catch myself and think, &amp;quot;Eww germs.&amp;quot;) I quickly described the Pretzel to D. and he was game. Though, frankly, I could have described any position and he would have been game. The boy was horny. Gotta love those morning hours! We stripped and assumed the position. Then suddenly, as D. and I were pushing back and forth against each other, an image of me hooking up with The Coif popped into my head. I remembered this one time we had sex kneeling on the kitchen floor (though without the opposite legs up, like the Pretzel calls for). And I could not get it out of my head. I couldn&amp;#039;t bear the thought of looking at D. so I started to kiss his neck. Then I couldn&amp;#039;t bear the thought of not looking at D. so I pulled back and locked eyes with him. But I kept thinking about The Coif. And I didn&amp;#039;t even try that hard to stop. Fuuuuck. What&amp;#039;s wrong with me? I got over him a long time ago and I&amp;#039;m so madly in love with D. But this really shook me. Eventually I distracted myself by focusing on every little sensation, from the pressure of D.&amp;#039;s hands on my butt cheeks to his lips on mine and of course, to the way his pelvic bone was grinding against my clitoris. Ironically, this is what made the sex so hot. Just as D. started to come and thrust really hard against me, I had a really strong clitoral orgasm. Putting aside my guilt (even if did teach me a good lesson about how to enjoy the moment and focus on the pleasure), the pose absolutely gets my recommendation. It was a great mix of feeling in control and feeling a bit dominated. And while D. couldn&amp;#039;t get too deep, all that grinding felt so freaking good. Definitely a fun variation on standing up sex. Plus, I think it gave my thighs a workout. P.S: D. promised me he wouldn&amp;#039;t read the blog, which is why I feel comfortable spilling all of this... Have you ever thought of someone else while boinking your guy? Have you ever done it on purpose \u2014 fantasizing about a celebrity or an ex you miss? And if you had to choose to have only clitoral orgasms or G-spot orgasms, which would it be? Luckily we don&amp;#039;t actually have to choose (thanks to the blended orgasm), but I&amp;#039;m just curious! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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