I lay completely splayed out and open on top of the blanket on the floor. The thick, curved cushion pressed gently into the back of my neck as my legs were held up in front of me. I felt the sweet, tugging edge of a stretch down my straightened hamstrings. I looked between the rolling shapes of my legs to see his eyes slide excitedly over my anxious, contorted body.

The Super Sex Sling|Super sex sling did effortlessly hold up my legs and lift my hips as promised. I tugged on the straps and folded myself in many yogic positions and angles without any exertion. I hung suspended in the restraints; my limbs did not fatigue. I was able to merely settle back into the neck cushion and twist myself up as long as we wanted.

Head was blissful in the sling. I spread my legs out as wide as my hips would allow. I was completely receptive to his every lick; my body was presented for his every touch. I did not have to focus on holding my leg up or pressing my foot into his shoulder to tilt my hips. I could relax and only concentrate on the movements of his mouth.

My partner plunged so much deeper into me at this alternate angle. Considering his size, I felt him press dangerously close to my cervix, but he was very careful not to hurt me. I only felt him fill me completely. With my legs wide, I felt more open, felt him deeper; with my legs up straight, I felt tighter, felt him pressing harder inside me.

In these positions, his eyes were able to drink me in constantly. My body held itself and required no effort from him either. He was able to focus on fucking me and watching me enjoy it. The change in our proximity, his vigilant eyes excited me. I adjusted the straps, opening my legs wide then shifting them up along his shoulders, back and forth and all the variants in between. I felt the change in angles deep inside me and watched his sweet reactions shift.

But missionary modifications were not enough to quench my experimentations. I do enough yoga to be more flexible than my instructor, so I felt compelled to use that ability with the new toy. The Super Sex Sling seemed made for it.

I turned onto my side and shifted the neck cushion, moving its center to the side of my neck. I strapped in one ankle and pulled it straight up above my hip. I felt another gentle stretch wrap around my extended leg as my hip opened up. My partner straddled my other leg and entered me sideways and from above.

The different approach, the divergent position brought my nerves to a screaming edge. His hands played at my lifted leg; he sunk his teeth into the flesh of my calf as he moved. I felt his balls rubbing against my inner thigh as he thrust deep into me. My leg hung unwaveringly up beside his head, yet I was completely comfortable. As contorted as I could get myself in the sling, I could lay back and enjoy orgasm after orgasm.