"Corpsing" if you didn't know: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corpsing
OK - for those who don't "know" me: I'm 4'10" and slightly built. My partner is 6'2", built like a barn door but despite his rough appearance is a real gentleman. And that's the problem.
Now, I'm all for equality etc etc and I'm not afraid to jump his bones when the mood takes me but there are times when I want to be subjected to the caveman treatment. You know exactly what I mean. Bent over a table, skirt up, knickers down, pants open, wham wham wham whoosh. But he says he's frightened of hurting me. Me! There I am steaming away on the table in post-coital reverie and he's apologising. Meanwhile I'm thinking: damn, do it again...
So last night it's after dinner and we're cleaning up. I'm bent over filling the dishwasher and he smacks me on the bum but leaves his hand there and starts making appreciative noises. I stand up, we kiss and he lifts me onto a work surface. Two minutes later my knickers are on the floor, my t-shirt is up and I'm getting what can only be described as a good seeing to as he is methodically and, I am glad to say, ruthlessly driving me out of my mind. If I have any coherent thoughts at all, it's: "oh yes" with a big dollop of "gnnnnnuuuurrrrgh".
But... it slowly occurs to me that he's doing something odd. Starts off with my legs hanging down, then he's picked them up and is holding them, then he's got one up almost on his shoulder while he's holding the ankle of the other one out to one side, then they change over, then both held again in the crook of his elbows, then one hangs down and... it's like he's making me do a slow motion Irish jig while he fucks me stupid.
I manage to get two brain cells to fire together and say: "What are you doing?"
He's rather close to blowing the top of my head off at this point so it's not really surprising that his response is a sort of "What?" grunt.
"My legs," I say. "What are you doing?"
He stops in full thrust. "Just trying to make you comfortable."
My turn: "What?"
"Well, I thought you were uncomfortable. I was just trying..."
He's talking to a woman who was pretty close to blowing her own head off as well. My IQ had dropped to the level of a reality TV star - and you could have set fire to the kitchen and I wouldn't have noticed. Damn, you could have set fire to me and I wouldn't have noticed. "What made you think I was uncomfortable?"
"Your face," he said, uncertainly. "You looked like you were in... pain..."
There's a moment of mute paralysis before we both burst out laughing. The caveman moment has passed but, hey, the rest of the evening was lovely.
So - apart from relating something that I will remember and torture him with for some time, has anybody else "corpsed" during sex?
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