Confessions of a Girl that Rides Reverse Cowgirl

I have a two confessions to make, my favorite sexual position is Reverse Cowgirl (for those of you that do not know what that is I have included some pictures to help).

My other confession is I joined CrossFit so I could get better at riding reverse cowgirl. So to attain my goal I found a CrossFit approved trainer to teach me how to squat, lift weights, increase my flexibility and get stronger in the bottom of the movement.

It took me months to master the low bar and high bar back squat in my desire to perform better at this favorite of the Kama Sutra.

The low bar allows for better glute activation and allows me to push my ass out and take it deep. This skill allows me to get below parallel and take it like a champ.

The high bar in contrast allows me to stay more vertical in the bottom of the squat. This allows me to keep my chest more up right, thus allowing my partner to pinch my nipples and pull my hair. And without hair pulling and nipple stimulation there is no way I am cumming.

I have learned to Olympic lift to get more explosive out of the bottom of Reverse Cowgirl. The RDL has been my best weapon to build an ass and create a strong set of hips, which are paramount in the creation of a impressive set of skills to master Reverse Cowgirl.

While all this things have contributed to my skills, it wasn’t till I saw a video of Annie and Nicole doing explosive air squats that I understood where I needed to take my training. When I saw those girls slam their asses into the med balls and rocket up to full extension I got excited. Actually I masturbated to the video a few times. I had gotten very strong in my squats, snatch, clean and jerk but taking a cue from those girls allowed me to take my training to a new level.

I would recommend that you give the Reverse Cowgirl position a try but remember the true magic is found after putting together a training program that highlights the skills needed to master the movement.

XXXOOO

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“Once in your life, if you are very lucky, you will meet the person who divides it to the time before you met her and the time after.” — Charlie, My Sassy Girl

Sometimes, I am afraid I don’t care anymore about being a quote somewhere a long time away from now and I am afraid this is the death of ambition. I don’t like to wish time away and as soon as I do it–in a meeting or in a class or on a date–I pause and ask myself, why am I wishing this to end and if I am, why am I here to begin with?  What would I rather be doing? Someone the other night, in my RA meeting nonetheless, said we should ask ourselves if we rock someone’s world. I am adding that to my little routine now (not the ‘why am I hear routine’ but others of the sort). Also, this  person said we should imagine the most awesome life possible living and do it. I didn’t know people needed to be told that, because I think I have always just done just that.

Made Up

I forgot how hard it is to open the plastic coating on CD cases
and I forgot how easy it would be to just say I will put this away and not open it.
I have lived longer than I have loved you and I’d forgotten that too.

There was a time before, you know.
It almost makes me sad to realize that;
it is a relief and it is a horrible waste.
I wonder who Emily Brontë wanted
was he unemployed, married, gay?
Or was there no one at all so she made Heathcliff up
which is what we all do
this making up of other people
lovers and not
so our stories–
our lives–
are tellable to ourselves.

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I like big butts and I cannot lie...

This is a hilarious song, by the way. My son played it for me on his ipod and I practically died laughing. (Rumplesmoothskin!)

I cannot deny, however, that I like butts. Next to the vagina it is my favorite part of the female anatomy. These past few years, with the reemergence of the low cut jeans, butts are all the rage. I remember being in Jr High school in the early 70s sitting behind Shelly Skelton, who was wearing a pair of tight hip huggers. When she leaned over, revealing half of her ass crack, it kick-started my puberty.

That seminal incident took place some 36 years ago. Little did I realize that I would wait another 33 years before seeing another publicly revealed crack. (does anyone remember sweater-dresses?) But that dark age has passed and cracks are once again in full bloom!

A bass player friend of mine was explaining to me the other day that all cracks are not, in fact, created equal. He pointed out a woman wearing an exceptionally tight, low-cut pair of jeans sitting at a table near the band-stand. “Look at her,” he said, as she bent over to pick up a dropped fork. “There’s no crack. That’s because she has a small crack. ”

I had no idea. But then, it’s differences such as these that make life interesting.

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Cock

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sun bathing

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Afro-Squad Fans on Facebook???

The Afro-Squad Army is pretty large.  We have members out in Texas, Florida, Alabama, Georgia, Michigan, and even Europe.  In fact, we seem to have members that we don’t even know.  (I once heard of a Yukon Afro-Squad, led by a much colder SnowMan.) 

As an example of a member that we don’t know, somebody started an Afro-Squad Facebook page.  We are not sure who started it, but good for them. 

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/group.php?gid=48518595678&ref=search&sid=1169912232.808606722..1

I don’t know if they plan to update the page, but hopefully they will proliferate the funky beat for which the Afro-Squad Army marches to. 

The SnowMan

PS – That page is not necessarily approved by the Afro-Squad.

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Rule Britannia!

This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,-
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.

I’ve been to England twice and just adore the place. The beautiful, peaceful countryside, the inspiring cathedrals, Westminster Palace, the Thames, the Tower, the British Museum, English theater, Canterbury, and on and on… When I was there both times I had the strangest sensation I was home.

There are, however, at least three things about England that are depressingly bad: the weather, the food, and the royal family (oh, and they drive on the wrong side of the road).

While I loved sight seeing in London and the rest of the country, there was on major distraction: the beautiful, sexy women. They are everywhere. Just as you are about to gaze at the tomb of Shakespeare in Westminster Abbey your eye catches a comely, uniformed guide. You never get around to enjoying those big black crows at the Tower when a woman in a very short skirt strides by. Really, they should pass a law banning gorgeous women from appearing on the street between nine and five each day.

To save you the trouble of flying to England and spending thousands of pounds in a vain effort to see the sights, I’ve put together the fortieth the Magic of Women gallery of sexy women from England:

RULE BRITANNIA! Links to all of the Magic of Women galleries are HERE. Only Flickr members with safe search off can see the following photos. Join Flickr here.

a few photos too inbred for the gallery: Egbert, Alfred the Great, Canute, Stephen, Richard (the Lionheart), Henry I, Edward IV, Henry VIII, James I, George III.

Flickr Group: Picture sof England

Read all of Visions

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Pat Robertson Says God Poor Hates Black People

Pat Robertson and Rush Limbaugh have both made it clear they believe the Lord God caused Hurricane Katrina and the earthquake in Haiti because those areas have a high concentration of black people.  They oppose aid going to Haiti because President Obama is also black and that’s just one black person helping a bunch of other black people.  Their racism knows has no sense of common decency. Stop Supporting BIGATORY & HATE Pull the plug on Pat Robertson and Rush Limbaugh!

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Untitled.

I don’t know what to write about today, but I feel that I should write about something.  Hmmmm…

Well…Tomorrow starts the date that I start to majorly work on advertising for my next gallery showing in the little sleepy town of Paola Kansas.  I know that some people won’t say that it is THAT bad in that city, but when you have lived through what I have, Paola is boring.  However, from what I’ve been told, Paola is a nice little artist haven…which is odd since the Kansas City Crossroads Art District is not more than, what…like an hours drive north?  But I guess a lot of “older” artist live in Paola who show down in the Crossroads a lot and have works in collections all over the world and they all live there.  I guess it is because it is a cheap place to live…so one could live on a artist income.

The thing is though, that all of the artist around here still seem content on showing only locally and not really trying to branch out to see what they can maybe do.  At least the artist that I personally know and ones that I’ve just talked to or even just heard about, they all seem content on either A. having one gallery showing per year, or B: just doing nothing.

Personally, I want to show in as many places and I can, all over the world.  I want to take it over! And I need Your Help.  If you do like my work, let me know (and if you’ve never seen it then Shame ON YOU…lmao, but really, you need to. go check it out

Just watch out, someday, you, the person who is reading this email, will know my name.

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Boy Happy to See High School Girls . . .

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Megan Fox Whoring It Up

Megan Fox was phenomenally sexy, full luscious curves, come hither eyes, wonderful smile and silky smooth skin. Then for no explicable reason she went funked herself up with a bunch of tattoos. Not just a tramp stamp to entertain whoever is lucky is enough to bend her over. No we’re talking full on skank level "ink".

It breaks my heart to see a perfectly serviceable piece of ass ruin her God given gifts by having a bunch crap drawn all over herself with indelible ink.

COME ON LADIES »» Body art is for convicts and drunken sailors.

Here’s a little secret for you. The only reason men tell you it’s sexy is because they’re envisioning you in a dingy, low class tattoo parlor, butt in air with some burly guy making you wince. After all everybody knows girls with big tattoos are into anal sex.

Now here’s how she’s supposed to look:

Challenge Of The Day: Work the phrase "butt snorkling" into conversation.

• Fun & Tell Challenge is where you accept the challenge then come back and post a comment telling everybody about it.

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Britney Spears, Butt Floss, Carpel Tunnel Syndrome

Britney Spears: Young version of Britney Spears caused more carpel tunnel syndrome then computer keyboards.

 

  

Fun Challenge Of The Day:
(be sure to post comment about your experience) Work the phrase "butt floss" into conversation.
Butt floss = thong, t-back, not there panties.

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New update 7th Jan: Naughty housewife with strap-on and rubber gloves.

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Single and 60! It's a Good Thing.

This is your Captain speaking……………welcome aboard fuckers.

I was reading the comment section of a post from Marky Mark’s blog for his post “Hitting the Wall, by Rex Patriarch”.  One of the comments stated basically that they wouldn’t want to be 60 and single.

I have to agree with Mark’s reply in that being 60 and single beats the hell out of being 60 and coming home to some nagging old bitch.  I mean if she bugged the shit out of you when she was in her 30’s, just imagine how much you’ll hate her when the bitch is in her 60’s!!!!

What I don’t get is this fear if living alone.  Granted if you have zero social skills, having someone live with you is one way of having some type of human company, but a very shitty way at best.  However living alone and being lonely are two completely different things.

Of course there’s the people who say that marriage keeps you from “dying alone”, but unless you both are killed at the same time, one of you will be dying alone.  Marriage guarantees nothing!

That last thing I want at 60 is to have worked all my life towards a comfortable retirement just to be nagged and bitched at until one of us dies!

I mean why are guys nowadays such pussies that are afraid to live alone?  My friends and I used to dream about the day when we all had our own place without anyone to tell us what to do!  Now, the young guys stay at home with mommy until they get married to some bitch who then takes over as their new mommy and starts telling them what to do.

Even if they do manage to move out, they treat relationships like a fucking monkey swings through a tree.  Ever watched animal planet, a monkey never lets go of one branch until he has a firm grip on the next one.  That’s how these people who are so afraid of being alone treat relationships, they don’t let go of one until they have a firm grip on another because they are afraid of being on their own.

Once I have secured my freedom, I will NEVER give it up again! When I’m 60 I’ll be living my retirement the way I want it, I’ll be surrounded by the people that I actually want in my life and I’ll be living with the person who I love the most and who always does things the way that I like them…….ME!

You’re now free to move about your retirement with the appropriate number of hookers.

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Many Cocks

So I woke up in a nasty mood. My husband left for work and I immediately found a porn to watch…

The porn I randomly chose was this chick with 3 men. All 3 men had pretty good size dicks and they just totally used her. Slapped her around, smacked her ass hard, slapped her tits around, choked her, pulled her hair. They all fucked her holes hard. Shoving 2 cocks in her ass, her pussy and 1 in each hole while she sucked the other one off.

That’s what I want. I want to totally be used. If I didn’t have to work today I would go find 3 cocks and just get fucked like a total slut. Just spread my legs and open my mouth and let them fuck me until I couldnt take anymore.

I want to have those big cocks shoved down my throat and shoved in the rest of my holes until I feel like I am going to rip apart.

Damn I am in a mood today. I need to be slapped, spanked, roughed up. I need to be told what a dirty slut I am. I need to be used. Damn it’s going to be a long day.

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The night sat on my face

The night sat on my face
like the smelly old ass
of a rotten moon
just on the day
I’ve been fired from life
wandering off on the cliffs
of who knows what conundrum
and joyfully composing the silly
gooey poetics of a drunken soul
I recall writing something about
the foulness of philosophical systems
or the moans of relic religions;
whatever it was,
the night and its greasy weight
sat on my face
like the spits of moonshine
that drunks burp out
on the face of a
lonesome hour.

nihilistic wanderings

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