So I’ve been tinkering with couple stuff lately ’cause let’s be real, routines get boring. Saw this Amazonian position floating around forums – looked wild but kinda promised next-level intimacy. Figured I’d test-drive it myself and scribble down what works. Here’s how it went down:
The First Attempt: Pure Chaos
Grabbed my partner Friday night after wine. Jumped right in – leg behind the head, twisting hips, whole circus act. Instant disaster. My back popped like firecrackers. She couldn’t breathe with her face buried. We collapsed laughing after 90 seconds. Key takeaway?
- Don’t rush it. Flexibility ain’t built overnight.
- Lube. So much lube. Dry skin + awkward angles = sandpaper vibes.
Trial Round Two: Semi-Controlled Chaos
Warmed up Sunday. Did yoga stretches while partner watched NFL highlights. Strategy shift: Pillows! Stacked three under her hips for leverage. Got into position slow – think rusty transformer. Still awkward, but manageable. My legs shook like crazy, but damn… deeper penetration unlocked. She gasped. I lasted… four minutes? Progress.
Third Time’s The Charm (Mostly)
Last night – full prep mode. Hour of stretching. Mood lighting. Lube bottle within arm’s reach. Got that leg-up leverage smooth now. We synced rhythm better – slow grind first, then building intensity. Found the sweet spot: her gripping my shoulders for control while I anchor my hands under her knees. Game-changer! Ended up breathless & sweaty. Actual climax achieved! Still cramped my quad though.
Polished Top Tips
- PILLOWS ARE GODSEND. Elevates hips = less spine trauma.
- Stretch. No skip days. Hamstrings must submit first.
- Communicate every damn shift. Whisper directions mid-position.
- Control beats speed. Tiny movements fire up sensation big time.
Verdict? Ain’t perfect yet – still need longer stamina and fewer muscle groans – but holy hell, that intense eye contact? Worth the sweat equity. Gonna keep refining. Maybe add massage oil next round…
