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

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