Finally A New Position

Once we reach the age of 30 most of us think we've seen every sexual position known to man (and woman). And, with luck, we've tried most of them and settled into our favorites. I must admit this applied to me. Then, by chance, I discovered a brand-new position (to me) from a 250 year-old Japanese pillow book. Who knew?

Before I moved to Tokyo for my job, I already had a small collection of Japanese prints called

ukiyoe

. Once there I began collecting

shunga

prints, which are the pornographic version of

ukiyoe

. These woodblock prints were mass-produced until the 18th century, before the invention of the printing press.

Unlike the multi-color, single-pass capabilities of a modern press,

Ukiyoe

was printed from a collection of single-color wood plates carved to match. That means each color (typically 12-16) required a separate block all painstakingly carved to match. To make the finished print required pressing it on each of the blocks one-by-one until all the colors had adhered. Amazing precision really.

These pornographic

shunga

illustrations were then bound as books called "

makura no sōshi"

or "pillowbooks." They were enjoyed by couples as idea starters like watching porn as foreplay. While browsing in an antique bookstore in Tokyo I pulled a used book printed in the 1930s off the shelf, it was a collection of old

shunga

illustrations. Folded and tucked in this book was a very old original

shunga

print made by the artist Kitagawa Utamaro. It depicted a sexual position new to me. I guessed that original print was worth several hundred, if not thousands, of dollars. I looked around, noticed I was not being watched, then re-folded the print and slipped it back in the book. I immediately took it to the cashier and bought it. The print is now framed and hanging in my master bathroom.

• • • • • • •

Several years later I met my first "hot wife". I was single and she was married to a old college friend. He approached me with a shocking request. Bob admitted rather shamefully that his wife has never had an orgasm, unless she masturbates alone. He said, "Janet is frustrated but I don't think this is my fault. She said no man has ever made her cum. She asked me if she could fuck someone else. I thought you would be better than a stranger. She agreed. In fact she suggested you by name."

"I'm flattered, but I probably can't help her cum either," I told him honestly.

Bob replied, "I hope not. If you can, I will feel really inadequate. But if you can't maybe she'll understand it's not my fault. Please, do this. I need this. She wants it. And, I know you like her."

I simply said, "Okay... but I don't want this to damage our friendship, whatever happens." Bob replied, "Of course!"

Janet and I often flirted so there was already chemistry. She was tall and thin with small breasts ­- she had the lithe body of a former dancer. I was really going to enjoy fucking her, but naturally I did not tell Bob how I felt.

When I met Janet the following week, I already had a plan in mind. I gave her a tour of my home, showed her my Utamaro print in passing. We sat on the sofa with flutes of Champagne to quell the nerves and warm up with patient foreplay. Our conversation was punctuated by kisses and caresses while clothed. The sex would follow only when she seemed ready.

I told Janet my Utamaro print was a prized possession. I said, "Most of my Ukiyoe was acquired while working in Tokyo." I could see she was bored. So, I slipped my hand into her pants as I spoke, and her interest seemed to change. She was more attentive to what I was doing, than what I was saying. But I did not give up on the topic, as we moved from the sofa to the bed with Champagne flutes still in hand.

"You see," I continued to lecture as I disrobed her slowly, "The Japanese tradition of pornographic prints known as "pillow books" transformed bedroom activities." I nuzzled and kissed Janet's neck as we spoke. She took the opportunity to remove her own bra. I alternated between working her nipples with my mouth as I continued my story while she sipped her bubbly.

I continued my lecture as I pulled off her panties. I was pleased to find they bore an obvious wet spot. The problem was not desire. She clearly wanted to be fucked. She deserved an orgasm as a reward.

With Janet sitting fully naked comfortably, I stood at the foot of the bed as I got naked. I continued my diatribe, "Anyway, Janet," I continued, "couples would look at these pillow books and discuss what aroused them most, sharing their favorite positions with one another."

When I looked up to speak, she provocatively spread her legs to intentionally display her glistening wet pussy - as if to distract me from the story. She was obviously comfortable enough to tease me. I pretended to ignore her display and continued, "Or... they would decide on new things they want to try. I'm going to show you one of these positions today. The one you saw hanging in my bathroom." She looked skeptical, and I suspected that she did not pay attention to the composition of the print on my wall. Oh well, I gave up.

We sat side by side like two children as we shared the rest our bubbly, sharing kisses between sips. We were a little tipsy. I pulled Janet down onto the bed to spoon with me, her back to my front. The position is more affectionate and amiable than missionary position foreplay. We were naked and awash in the comforting warmth of wine and kisses. I whispered in Janet's ear, "I'm going to show you my "signature" position now," kissing her neck while reaching around her hips to cup her pussy mound without inserting my fingers.

We were lounging together, fully naked, nestled like spoons - cuddling sweetly like two sleeping children. Yet, Janet could undoubtably feel that specific firmness pressed now against her butt. My cock was rock hard and pressed like a bar against her ass crack. I reached down and aimed my cock at her pussy entrance. I used it to rub her slit and part her labia. She was oozing girl juice like the slit in an overripe peach.

Then Janet felt that cock more wantonly... as I slowly entered her pussy from behind and rested there just head deep. Her moist, warm pussy invited me in without resistance. So, I grasped one hip bone and I pulled hard. She gasped and I was in her balls deep. We were now fully conjoined on our sides. I stoked in and out a bit as I reached around to fondle her breasts and rub her nipples with the palm of my right hand. The tips rose to attention and were as fat as my little finger. I continued to slowly caress her from neck to bush as I kissed the back of her neck. Janet wore her hair up so I could kiss right on her hairline. I wished I could see it. Japanese think of this as one of a woman's most erotic features; the wispy hairline mirrors the look of pubic hair. Geisha made a point of trimming that hair to highlight this similarity.

That thought made me decide Janet was ready for the main course. I knew I was. I wanted her. Thus linked, I slipped my left arm under her as best I could and rolled onto my back. I rolled her along with me like two Greco-Roman wrestlers. She found herself now laying on her back, on top of me, still sexually engaged. My body was now her bed. I was fucking her from below.

The unusual thing about this position is the woman's legs are outside of the man's. When spread this made Janet's pussy fully accessible to my hands. This is the perfect position for sustained manual clit stimulation while fucking. Women who can only come from masturbation often find this position a revelation. They have a "why did no one tell me about this before" reaction. It's also a great position to make a woman who is normally a one-and-done gal, into a multi-orgasmic fuck machine.

I reached around Janet and rested my right palm on her pubic mound and caressed that special little button softly in tight little circles, with my fingertips. I thrust far less gently from below. My left arm now cradled her breasts which rested upon it, while my right hand slid up to caress Janet's neck and face. I bit her right ear lobe.

Then, I took Janet's own right hand and placed it on her mons. She understood what I wanted - to pleasure herself while I fucked her. She willingly did as "asked." While Janet touched herself I moved both hands up to cup her breasts and explore their firming tips. I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers while Janet worked her clit with ever-increasing enthusiasm.

I occasionally moved my hand to Janet's mouth to wet her fingers and used it to paint her areolae and then returned to playing with their tips. Inspired by that, Janet occasionally reached up to our mouths with girl juice fingers so we could both enjoy the taste and scent of her pussy as we fucked.

Best of all, Janet's fingers were free to explore her own softness and my firmness at the same time - as I continued to thrust rhythmically from below. The tips of her pussy-moistened-fingers extended beyond her clit rubbing the shaft as my cock went in and out. Janet's fingertips felt good rubbing my cock. But for Janet, this manual contact focused her the reality of having a cock in her. She spread her fingers into a "V" to feel my cock passing between them as she was fucked. That made her sigh happily.

I continued to fuck her in a slow rhythmic way as I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She began working her clit at a frantic pace. She now felt the complete gestalt of sex - simultaneously. Nipples. G-spot. And Clit. All stimulated at once — continuously. Janet was now breathing hard, moaning loudly, and cliching her pussy involuntarily. She seemed headed toward her goal. I kissed her neck in a loving way.

The multiple points of tactile stimulation pushed her over the edge. She exploded. Literally screaming out, "I'm coming!" But, I had another trick left. As soon her climax started, I used the strength of my arms to push Janet into a seated position and supported her there throughout her orgasm. She finished coming in a position like "reverse cowgirl." She was seated as if on a chair that was me, and connected in the deepest way humanly possible. I pushed my hips up. She pushed hers down. My cock was pressing against her cervix now. The cunt contractions came in waves of pleasure from deep within her womb echoing down her pussy as it pulsated around my cock.

As she shuddered to a finish, I gently laid her back against me still fully engaged. I had not yet cum. I was holding out lest I needed to try something else to coax an orgasm out of Janet. I wrapped my arms around her fully, hugging Janet affectionately from below. Her body occasionally trembled from over-sensitivity as I kiss her neck and caressed her lightly here and there.

"

Me, under you, a thing so quite new...

" I whispered, stealing the line from my favorite poet, e.e. cummings. Then I said "That's my 'secret' position, Janet. I hope you liked it."

After a pause I added, "Be sure you show this position to Bob."

Janet, laughed so hard at that remark it pushed my cock out of her pussy. She then rolled off me which caused a rather loud queef. We both laughed at that. Janet then told me she had to pee and "wanted to examine that print in your bathroom."

She came back to bed and immediately sucked me off with thankful enthusiasm.

Another cum slut was born, I thought to myself.

This is the Utamaro print now framed and hanging in my bathroom.

I've seen this same print in museums with 16 colors. My original is very rare because it's black lines only. It's like a coloring book waiting to be filled in. That means this print was made by the first block carved which is always used for the black ink lines. These "press proofs" like mine would be pressed on the other blocks when the ink was still wet, using these lines as a carving template. In modern printing that's called "registration". Typically, these "press proofs" were thrown away. Mine survived somehow over 200 years. As you can see my print has a fold mark suggesting someone placed it in a book. Perhaps it was the artist himself. Utamaro must have been a character. He was a very famous painter within his lifetime. So, using his talent to make shunga is a bit like Picasso drawing pornographic comic books, just for the hell of it.