SEX: ‘I Tried a Sex Position Called the ‘‘Passion Pretzel"—and it Was Freaking Amazing'

It was definitely better than the snack from Auntie Anne's.

This article was written by Reena Rao and republished with permission from YourTango.

At first, I was a little confused about the passion pretzel sex position, which entails taking a knee face-to-face and nudging your nether regions together. It seemed almost impossible to gain any sort of momentum or thrusting in this odd little number. This surely was cooked up in a time of complete and utter boredom.

On the other hand, this position did offer plenty of touching for both parties, since J and I would be face-to-face and didn't have to use our hands for support.

Maybe this could be an appetizer before the real thing? We would soon find out.

J and I got into this after watching a documentary about Pussy Riot on TV. I'm not sure if it was our fervor for unfairly imprisoned individuals or the spicy food we had earlier, but we were feeling very frisky.

It started out fairly organically. We were both in the kitchen when he came up behind me and kissed my neck. I turned around and we started to make out high-school dance style. Then he kissed his way down my body, lifting my shirt as he went, until he was on his knees.

I joined him on the kitchen floor. And that's when the idea for the passion pretzel popped into my head. (This is one good thing about doing a sex challenge: everything that vaguely resembles a sex position becomes an opportunity.)

I quickly described the pretzel to J, and he was game. Though, frankly, I could have described any position and he would have been game. The boy was horny.

We stripped and assumed the position. Then, as J and I were pushing back and forth against each other, an image of me hooking up with a different guy popped into my head. I remembered this one time we had sex kneeling on the kitchen floor (though without the opposite legs up, like the pretzel calls for). And I couldn't get it out of my head.

I couldn't bear the thought of looking at J, so I started to kiss his neck. Then I couldn't bear the thought of not looking at J, so I pulled back and locked eyes with him. But I kept thinking about that guy and didn't even try that hard to stop. This really shook me.

Eventually, I distracted myself by focusing on every little sensation, like the pressure of J's hands on my butt cheeks, his lips on mine, and of course, the way his pelvic bone was grinding against my clitoris. Ironically, this is what made the sex so hot.

Just as J started to come and thrust really hard against me, I had a really strong clitoral orgasm.

Putting aside my guilt (even if it did teach me a good lesson about how focus on the pleasure), the pose absolutely gets my recommendation. It was a great mix of feeling control and a bit dominated. And while J couldn't get too deep, all that grinding felt so freaking good. It's definitely a fun variation on standing up sex. Plus, I think my thighs got a workout.