missionary. side-by-side. no reverse cowboy for you, girl. gravity's a bitch and you need all the help you can get. as you prop your bum up and stare at your toes suspended in midair, you ask yourself the question:
amidst all this baby dancing, am i missing a step?
"maybe you're not doing it right", your callous friends joke. wanna give me a lesson, you internally cry. but the joke's still on you.
whatever happened to the days when sex was just sex? now it's this position, this lube. orgasm NOW. what was once so blissfully simple is now a formula more complicated then the Pythagorean theorem.
and yet, you follow your prescribed equation and dance on into the night...