The Long and Short of “It”: Positions

I’m a midget. Serious. At 4’10 I technically qualify for membership in “Little People of America.” I’d be their queen, but I’m still a midget. That being said, I normally boof guys well over 6 foot tall. Because let’s face it, short guys have issues. And tall guys make me feel “extra dainty.” But since there are short guys who are nailing tall chicks (good for you, Tiny!) and there are plenty of giants who are attracted to wee women, (bless your enormous hearts)…Let’s look at ways to overcome height disparities in the sack.

These are all positions that rock even if you’re not a circus freak couple, too!

Note: The following requires one (1) penis and one (1) vagina. Any other variations and you’re on your own…for now.
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Position 1
Geometry you can use: 90 Degree Angles, they really ARE good for something!

So you’re bored with “Girl on Top, AKA “Cowgirl” or the slightly more exotic “Reverse Cowgirl, AKA “Girl on Top but Looking at His Feet.“ However, you don’t want to get out of bed, either. Not a problem.

(I’m not gonna go into foreplay and shit, here. I’m taking it as a given that He is hard and She is wet. I can’t do everything, people.)

Boy lays on his side facing Girl. Girl is on her back at a 90 degree angle (perpendicular) to him. Scooch up so Tab A (your ding dong) meets Slot B (your hoo hoo). Insert. There are two options at this point. One: Girl throws both her legs over his hips and presses her thighs together to increase tightness and friction as Boy penetrates. This puts her feet against his buttocks, allowing her to increase or maintain pressure and speed. Or: “Scissor” the legs…Her leg nearest his feet goes between his legs, her other leg goes over the top. This way you can both regulate the rhythm by grabbing onto each other’s thighs or waist. Either way includes plenty of access for ball, clit and nipple manipulation. Start thrusting, and repeat until orgasm or bored.

This position also works well if you’re fat or pregnant, but if so, I don’t want to think about you having sex.

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Position 2
As seen in the movies: Wallbanger’s Ball

It seems like every erotic film or slash fiction (Oh, when will Merry and Frodo be together?) involves at least one really hot scene where someone gets the bejesus fucked out of them against a wall. I’ll be honest. I have a really hard time making that work, as when I’m pressed tight to the object of my desire, his dick is in my belly button. And despite what some of my dimmer partners seem to believe, THAT’S NOT WHERE IT GOES.

So here’s the straight facts on wall sex for the vertically challenged:

* Guy needs to be strong enough to lift Girl to where the dink and the chink can meet,
Or
* She needs to be standing on something. (Since wall sex is ideally in some darkly lit but still public place, door steps, curbs, or sleeping hobos work fine.) An alternative? Staircases. Girl can prop a leg up on a higher step, which provides access and support, and takes some of the “Christ I can’t hold her up much longer” burden off of the guy.

*If you’re a short guy humping a tall girl…Hahahahaha! I’m sorry dude, but it’s a funny mental image. I mean, the two of you doing it standing up? Fucking hilarious. Either find shorter girls or a very strong woman who can hold YOU up. Heh. Even then, she’s gonna look like she’s screwing a venquilitrist’s dummy. No offense, man. I’m just sayin’.

Anyway…Onward and upward.

When the moment arrives, you need to be very ready to go. I’ll break my previous rule and say that foreplay is fucking important right now. There’s nothing more frustrating than finally getting all the naughty bits matched up, only to fumble around trying to shove a semi-flaccid penis into an arid vagina. Hopefully you have fingers and tongues (if not, I‘m very sorry), use them FIRST. Timing is important here. Make her a damn slip n’ slide and him a granite rod o’ goodness and then do a quick shift to the vertical happy dance.

After you’re lubed or hard, respectively, it’s time for the fast lift. Guys, you might need to put your arms, not just your hands, under her ass for a kind of a “basket carry“. Once she’s up high enough, move them down a bit so your wrists and hands are under her upper thighs, and get her in the proper position. Girls, help the feller out…Arms around his neck, pushing down on the shoulders, (use the flat of your forearm, NOT the elbow!) and press yourself back HARD against the wall. Hopefully one of you will have the balance and strength to reach down and get the insertion thing going by at this point. After that…Thrust and repeat until you orgasm, fall down, or the night-shift dishwasher catches you by the dumpster during his smoke break.

It will take practice. Good luck to ya’.

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Position 3
Congress of the Crouching Wombat: The Chair Thingy

It’s not all that kinky or outrageous (unless you‘re using a rocking chair, which sounds a lot more fun than it is), but I’m a big fan of “The Chair Thing.” Guy sits on a side less, straight backed chair or stool , Girl faces Guy and straddles him. Tab A, Slot B, insertion, etc. Girl wraps legs around the legs of the chair for traction and grinds away. This position gets the base of the wee-wee right against the thing-that-rhymes-with-Delores and if Boy’s been good this week, Girl can reach behind and under herself for a little testicle tickling action. Good times.

This isn’t a position that works well if he’s got a small penis or if either of you have beer bellies, but once again, if so…I don’t want to think about you having sex. Ideally you should try this if He is a strapping young buck with rock-hard abs and taut buttocks and She’s a willowy gymnast type with a nice rack. Or maybe an Asian chick.

Further ideally, you should videotape it and send it to me.

You know, for my research.

Hanging with the Dream King

Overheard at the Neil Gaiman signing during “San Andreas Comic-Con ‘05” (Theme: “We love comics to a fault!”)

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“Oh my god, oh my god…I love you. I just, you don‘t know how much I love you. Oh god. I promised I wouldn‘t cry. My mascara is totally running, isn‘t it? God, I‘m such an idiot. I just, you know, love you! Ack! My hands are totally shaking!”

NG: “Thanks!”

“OH MY GOD HE SHOOK MY HAND!”

*******
“So, I made all these illustrations based on your stories, and I posted them on the message board and “Adaline the Reaver” said they were totally awesome, so should I email them to you, or do you want me to send them to your publisher? I can totally send them to your publisher, if you want to use them, and stuff.”

NG:
“Well, we can’t really…”

“I even got a tattoo of them…See? It’s just ballpoint pen. But when I turn 18 I’m TOTALLY getting it for real. For now I just draw them on everyday.”

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“At first I was really excited about Henry Selick directing the adaptation. What with The Nightmare Before Christmas, and all, I felt he would best be able to capture the creepy tones and dark style of the book. However, he said in an interview “It’s more of a Hansel and Gretel seduction into a place that appears to be colorful and wonderful, but turns out to be something more challenging .” “Colorful and wonderful”!? “Challanging”!? Is he mad?! At this point it’s all I can do to cross my fingers and hope for the best.”

NG: “….I, guess…yeah. That’s what we’re all doing, really.

*******
NG: “So how would you like this made out?“

“Could you make it out to Firespirit? No, wait, Adamintia. Or, how about Adamintia Moondancer? Oh shit, no, Tracy uses “Moondancer on her blog…Ravenwing? Yeah, make it out to Ravenwing.

NG: “Ravenwing?”

“Yeah. Ravenwing. Firespirit.

*******
“You said you were gonna write more stories about Shadow?”

NG: “Yes, in fact I’m working on some new…”

“I totally think they should be graphic novels, because I really want to see what he looks like.”

NG: “Well, I like to leave that up to the imagina-”

“I think he looks like Hellboy. You know, human, but you know, Hellboy-esque.”

NG: “I suppose you could…”

“Totally a bad-ass. Like Hellboy.”

*******
“So I picked up “Sandman: Book of Dreams” because its cover was more interesting than like all the crap novels which are like 95% of the library and I had no idea it was a comic and my mom always told me that girls didn’t read comics but I read this book and something was like “tap tap tap” in the back of my mind and I couldn’t place it but it was so familiar Then I realized–”

NG: “I’m sorry but there are a lot of people in line, here.”

“If you need me, me and Neil’ll be hanging out with the Dream King..“ It was a line from a Tori Amos song and I mean I a sit-up-in-bed-flip-to-the-front-cover-lightbulb-goes-off kinda moment ‘cause I had always loved that line, even when I didn’t know what it meant so I checked out as many books as I could find in my libraries and I’m currently reading “Neverwhere” and everyone wants to borrow them but I don’t lend them out…”

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“Hi, I’m DerangedElegance, you know, on the forum? This is Xanthacid.”

“Yeah, we were wondering, since The Endless are forbidden to love mortals, but Dream and Destruction have taken lovers…What about the other Endless?”

“I really can’t see Destiny doing it, but Death seems to make sense.”

“I think Death meeting Thanos, from the Marvel Universe, would be interesting, since Thanos extinguished entire star systems to please the Death of his world when he was in love with her. It would end horribly, of course, but it would be interesting”

“Oooohh Death and John Constantine! I read a fanfic with them together. It was some plot of Desire and Lucifer’s, man was it sexy.”

“I would like to see Death fall in love with a mortal. It would be ironic, I think, if Dream found out. Kind of like, “I’ve been the one to fall for mortals before, but you?” Cause Death seems to be so perfect most of the time.”
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“Oh that’s awesome! I’m so gonna write this! I need to write a story about Death. You know, I think I’ll have her fall for a girl, you know. Just because.

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“It is late and I am sick. I take handful of sand and watch the grains fall to the toilet bowl, each grain means a dream less fulfilled …Oh dream master take away these nightmares and replace them with nothingness”

NG: “Daemonica,” is it?”

“Daemonica. With an “E.”

NG: “Right. Nice cape, Daemonica”

“With an…”

NG: “E. Yes, yes, with a fucking “E.”

*******

“Gaiman? More like GAYMAN! Heh. God, just look at all these ‘tards. Anyway, do you know where the Spiderman guys are?”

Unfuckingbelievable

Jay couldn’t believe his luck. His friends couldn’t believe his luck.

“She’s really gonna go for it?” “Dude! How’d you set that up?”

Jay demurred with the modestly smug grin of a man who is suddenly the coffee room Alpha male. When pressed though, he had to admit he was just as surprised as the rest of them.

“Well, I really can’t even remember how it came up. I mean, I know I’ve always thought about it and shit…Who hasn’t? But when we started talking about it I remembered all that shit that they always tell you to say to a girl in that situation . You know, that shit in Maxim and stuff. Be all intrigued and curious and everything, but if you act too interested it’ll creep her out.
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The Karla Guide to Cybersex

I recently found someone who makes me a little gushy in the girl panties. However, said someone lives a jazillion miles away from said panties. Which is frustrating.

Love letters tenderly inscribed on high quality, heavyweight stationary (perhaps with those tiny wildflowers pressed into it) would make great reading material in my old age, when I could press them tight against the sagging flesh of my time-ravaged bosom. But what about the now? When I need some hard core dirty fuckin’?

Two options remained to my beau and me: Break up. Or start a rigorous routine of cybersex. Hello, my name is Karla, I’m fingering myself on the internet, and I’m GOOD at it.
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Soup At Hand, My (at) ASS

To the makers of Campbell’s “Soup at Hand”

Dear Sirs:

Holy shit. Are you kidding me?

I have seen your commercials presenting your product as an ideal choice for “Lunchers on the go.” Construction workers and commuters alike are shown enjoying the easy portability of this sippable soup. While I’m rarely “on the go,” and I own neither car nor backhoe, I was excited about trying your “Creamy Tomato” soup while at work today (I don’t own a microwave either).

Turns out I could have used a backhoe. To deal with the huge pile of disappointment.
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Inexplicable items found in the Office refrigerator

Item: A single bell pepper

Item: Full jar of garlic-dill pickle spears, prominently labeled with co-worker’s name in metallic pen (three spears later unrepentantly consumed by author)

Item: Two pound bag of very tiny limes (contents of fridge scoured for presence of something that would necessitate limes, i.e., gin, vodka, or similar to no avail.)

Item: 214 packets of Hellman’s mayonnaise

Item: 5 bottles of pancake syrup

Item: Ziplock bag of diced tomatoes

Item: Two bunches of celery (per their sharpie scribbled initials, celery and tomatoes did not belong to the same co-worker, eliminating author’s original theories of “salad making”)

Item: One and one half juice bottles stripped of their original labels (and minus any other identifying marks), containing something “brown”

Item: One unopened jar cocktail olives (Author scours fridge for possible cocktails…Turns up nothing. Checks to see if olives are pimento stuffed. They aren’t. Author eats entire damn bottle anyway.)

High Scorer

“I don’t get it,” She starts “I mean, I don’t know why I’m never even considered.”

They’re at the tiny Mexican restaurant he likes (veggie burrito for him, 2 taco dinner for her, he’ll finish her rice and beans later when she gets full), and she’s finally broached one of the reasons she suggested dinner tonight.
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