The Position of Thanksgiving 2019

This festive Thanksgiving belonged to Mary, my girlfriend, I guess. We haven’t called it anything, yet. While petite, Mary proffers aplenty to recompense any apprehension pertaining to her amplitude. Of course, I don’t have any. How can I? She is perfect. A smaller woman is still intact and actually offers at least one advantage. I can lift Mary easily, even with my bad back, especially in one of our favourite positions. I guess it’s called the Standing 69 (I call it the Outstanding 69). I stand holding her with her pussy cemented to my face (I can also appreciate the vista of her anus), and my penis, pendulous, is in wait of her mouth and or hands. Being tall (over six feet or over 183 cm), she doesn’t reach my penis unless it’s erect, but then it’s rarely not.

“Do you like porn,” Mary asked me a few days before Thanksgiving.

I love it; most men do, as far as I know. What about you and other women? I asked.

“I like it and some women do too but probably not most,” she replied.

You like it and it’s all that really matters. Is there anything specific that you like about it?

“The variety, I guess. Also, new positions that I wouldn’t have known about if not for porn.”

I know what you mean. The diversity is to die for, but it’s always better with a real woman by your side, and you are the perfect woman. As for new positions (I call them bearings), there are some strange ones like the Man’s Best Friend, that is until I discovered that it’s another name for Doggy-Style. Both of these names are awful. I call it the I’m-the-Lucky-One position.

“I love you,” she replied laughing.

I love you too. And then there’s the Gift-Wrapped or Horny-Mantis position. It’s my favourite when one or both are cold. But my all-time favourite is the Hovering Butterfly or Face Sitter where I get to eat your pussy until you orgasm or until my demise, whichever comes first.

“LOL! I do love you.”

I do love you too. Now there’s one position that I dislike but that some women like because they feel that they have to. I’m referring to the Elevator or Bees-Knees position. I don’t mind some versions of it in bed, but standing on the floor and having you (any woman) on your knees blowing me is revolting to my sense of an admirer of women (except my mother and my sisters). I can imagine a woman adoring the prick (I actually can’t) and thus liking this position, but she can adore it in bed, not while kowtowing on the floor.

“I agree, my love.”

I’m glad, my love. Another favourite position of mine is the 69, though I prefer to call it the 18-69 since you have to be 18 to even try it. Moreover, I always have to be at the bottom because I don’t want to be tea-bagging you the other way around. I thus avoid such compromising positions.

“You’re killing me,” she laughed heartily.

Of course, I prefer to watch women and thus lesbians are the best, and the more, the merrier, Mary!

Laughing, she said: “Are you this cheery because of Thanksgiving?”

You mean, Mary Thanksgiving, my dear.

Still laughing: “Yes! My pussy’s thanksgiving?”

Exactly, my dear. You got it. I love you. Do you fancy any specific positions?

“I love you too, Maurice! I think that you mentioned some of my favourites too, except for the Get-a-Leg-Up (Ballet-Dancer) position. It feels different standing with a leg up.”

We haven’t tried this one. Did we?

“No, but now we can.”

Great! I said, standing up.

“I didn’t mean right now,” she said laughing.

I knew that, but little Maurice, as you know, has a mind of its own.

“Yes, I know,” she said laughing.

It’s no laughing matter, I replied, jokingly, of course, to keep little Maurice’s feelings intact. A prick has feelings too, except that I only care about the pussy’s. (I may have told you a number of times now that I’m a pussy. You know what I mean.) Let me taste you just a little! I added.

“You mean my pussy,” she laughed.

I taste you through your pussy. I taste you everywhere I can, but you know that your pussy is my favourite and by far.

“Yes, I know too well,” she said with love in her eyes.

It’s the greatest look one can get after “I want to taste you.” I want you to be naked in the apartment from now on, I suddenly said. All the time! Day and night! Even in the kitchen! Especially in the kitchen! Even in the walk-in closet!

“Even in the balcony?” she asked smilingly.

We could try it at night but it’s risky during the day. We’re facing a main street. But if we keep your head just a little lower, the only ones that could see you would be the neighbours on the sides. Two neighbours and they would have to be there. So, yes, in the balcony too! Everywhere in the apartment! Naked!

“OK! Starting when?”

I would have said now, but Thanksgiving is around the corner, so Thanksgiving at midnight, just after the Thanksgiving Show.

“I love it. Agreed!” she said with lust in her eyes. “ What’s the show about?” she, of course, asked.

The flowers are a nice touch, but they come after the fact, after the act, but with an impact, namely to play-act the Thanksgiving Show. First, you show me your nude body and I bow and then bend the knee. It’s the first act. Then, I kiss you everywhere as if it’s the first time. It’s the second act. Next, I lick you everywhere, all around. It’s the third act. Finally, I give you an orgasm with my tongue; nothing else. It’s the fourth act. There is a fifth act but it’s very hard to carry out, carry off, and carry through. I’m not sure that there’s any point in describing it to you, but there’s a reason since you may still wish me to try it. Just be forewarned that I lose the game if I fail. And nobody wants to lose the game. Here, it is! I have to give up intercourse, all the so-called types of intercourse, for five days and five nights. It may seem simple enough but it’s not since I can’t even masturbate during that time nor touch any part of your body, except your hair, and if I’m lucky and it’s long enough, I can always strangle myself with it. Thus, there are only four acts.

“I love it. So, it’s all about me,” she said smiling.

Yes.

“What about you?”

There’s no fifth act. That should be enough. And I don’t think that there are too many men to thank.

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Part 2 is right around some plate or under the bed.