SEX POSITIONS

Missionary

Definitely one of his favorites.

Bob likes this position because he can see your face — every flutter of your eyelids, every tremor of pleasure that crosses your expression. It gives him a sense of connection, of reassurance that he’s doing it right. He’s not the overly dominant type, but he enjoys having just enough control to guide the pace, the rhythm, the depth.

In missionary, he takes his time. Slow, steady, deep. He doesn’t rush. He watches you unravel beneath him, eyes rolling back, breath catching, until your body arches up to meet his, wordless and wanting. He kisses you between thrusts, touches your face like it’s the only thing anchoring him to reality.

To Bob, it’s not just sex, it’s intimacy, and in this position, it’s personal.

Doggy Style

Unlike missionary, this one doesn’t rank high on his list.

It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy the physical part, it’s just that he misses you. In this position, he can’t see your face. He can’t watch your reactions or gauge if that low moan meant more or less. That disconnect messes with his head.

He prefers to feel you emotionally as much as physically, and doggy style puts a wall between those two things.

You’re usually the one who suggests it, and when you do, he doesn’t say no. He goes along with it, hands firm on your hips, following your lead. But the whole time, a part of him aches to turn you around, pull you close, and see you again.

Because for Bob, the pleasure is in the connection and doggy, for all its intensity, just feels a little too distant.

Cowgirl

He loves this. Absolutely adores it.

The way he gets to just lie back and watch you, watch the way you move on top of him, how your body responds, how you take control. There’s something about the confidence in your hips, the heat in your eyes when you ride him face to face, that completely unravels him.

He can touch you however he wants — your thighs, your waist, your breasts, your face. It’s all right there, and you’re the one calling the shots. And he lives for that. Sure, when you start to tire, he’s more than happy to take over, but until then? He lets you do what you want with him.

That loss of control mixed with your gaze locked on his, it’s lethal. He almost never lasts long like this.

Reverse Cowgirl

Same problem as doggy. He can’t see your face.

You might try this once or twice, maybe out of curiosity or just to spice things up, but Bob? He doesn’t really feel it.

Yes, the view is incredible — he’s not blind, he adores your ass, and watching you move on top of him like that is ridiculously hot. But it’s also distant. He can’t read you. Can’t see the flickers of pleasure, the little half-smiles, the clenched teeth.

He misses you in this position.

So while he’ll go along with it, he’ll probably suggest switching to something more intimate before long, something where he can feel more connected, more grounded in you.

Spooning

Hell yes. This one’s for those soft, sleepy nights, when one of you is too tired to move much, but still craving that closeness.

He pulls you in, arms around you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held — and to him, you are. His hips do all the work, but his heart is in your neck, breathing you in, pressing tiny, shivering kisses against your skin.

You moan, and he shudders. You gasp, and he feels it. Always so gentle, but so needy at the same time. He clutches you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder, as if the world might end if he lets go.

It’s not just about sex in this position — it’s about being close, staying close, needing you. And when he finishes he doesn’t pull away. He just holds you, like he never wants to stop.

Lotus

YES. Yes. A thousand times yes.

There’s something about being tangled together like that — skin to skin, faces close, legs wrapped, breath mingling. It’s not just sex, it’s devotion. Bob thrives in that closeness.

Your thighs draped around him, your hands in his hair, your forehead brushing his, he feels like you’re inside his soul.

The movements are small, subtle, almost lazy, but the tension is unbearable. Every tiny thrust, every twitch of your hips or squeeze of your thighs sends shivers down his spine. But what really drives him over the edge isn’t the movement. It’s you.

Your eyes. The sound of your breath. The way you bite your lip when he pushes just a little deeper.

And because you’re the one in control, moving at your pace, choosing the rhythm, he gets to watch, to feel. And he always, always, finishes fast in this one. Not because of friction but because of the feeling.

Standing

Usually, against a wall.

This one doesn’t happen often but when it does, it’s because things have boiled over. Maybe you’re drunk. Maybe he is. Maybe neither of you can't wait the five seconds it would take to find a bed. Clothes half-on, half-off. Breathless. Urgent.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, arms clutching his shoulders for balance. His hands are firm on your thighs, supporting you while he thrusts into you, slow at first, testing the limits of balance and breath. Then harder and faster.

He presses you to the wall like he’s trying to fuse you with it, and for once, he feels powerful and confident

He bites your neck, kisses your jaw, groans into your skin like he’s losing his mind. And in that wild chaos, with the door half open and the hallway spinning, he feels alive. He owns that moment and he loves how you let him.

Sex During Menstruation

This isn’t something that happens all the time between you and Bob, but it’s also not something either of you treat like a taboo. If anything, Bob sees it as a very human, very intimate kind of vulnerability — one that he’s more than willing to meet with kindness, patience, and genuine desire.

He never pressures you, and he would never suggest it outright. Not because he’s uncomfortable with it, but because he understands how different menstruation can feel from person to person, even from day to day. Some cycles leave you drained and sore; others might actually make you feel more sensitive and in the mood. Bob knows that.

So if you do suggest it, his only answer is a gentle, “Are you sure?” followed by a kiss that says he’s already on board. From that moment, you’re in his care.

He moves a little slower than usual, touches you a little more consciously, and stays deeply tuned in to how your body responds. If there’s any sign of discomfort, he stops immediately, no questions asked, no disappointment. But if you’re moaning and pulling him closer? He’ll give you everything.

There’s no disgust in his eyes. No flinching. No pulling away if his hands or thighs or anything else get messy. It doesn’t bother him. In fact, it kind of fuels something deeper in him, a need to show you that you’re loved and desired at all times, not just when you’re ‘neat’ or ‘presentable.’ His hands may be streaked red, the sheets a little ruined, but none of that matters.

Physically, the sex itself tends to be slower, more sensual. There’s a sense of care woven into every movement. Sometimes, it’s spooning or missionary with a towel underneath, and sometimes it’s you riding him because you feel more in control that way. Either way, Bob focuses less on orgasm and more on the closeness of it all.

If you’re feeling insecure about the mess, he’ll reassure you with little gestures: a kiss to your temple, a soft “I don’t care” whispered against your shoulder, or even a low laugh as he helps clean up afterward, like it’s no big deal, just another part of being woman, and a reason to keep a backup set of sheets.

Emotionally, Bob seems almost softer afterward. Like sex during your period unlocks something even more protective in him. He’ll pull you in close, rub small circles on your back, and look at you with that quiet awe he gets when he realizes just how much he loves you, and how much you trust him. That trust means more to him than anything.

ORAL POSITIONS

Sixty-nine (69)

Bob is more of a giver, always has been. That’s why sixty-nine overwhelms him a little.

Your lips wrapped around him while he’s trying to focus on pleasuring you? It’s almost too much.

He’s not the one to suggest this. It’s just not in his nature. But if you bring it up and want to try it? He won’t say no. He’ll try it for you.

Still, it’s hard for him to focus when you’re making him feel good at the same time. When he’s between your thighs, he wants to give you 100%. He wants to lose himself in your taste, your reactions, your sounds, but when he’s getting pleasure too, he gets distracted.

Your mouth is too warm. He groans into your body and his rhythm falters. Also, sixty-nine takes energy and coordination. And let’s be honest, Bob’s stamina lies in his heart, not in gymnastics.

So while he might try it, enjoy it even, he’s not exactly a fan. He’d rather lie you down and worship you without any distractions.

Face sitting

Now this? This is heaven for Bob.

When you sit on his face, you become his whole world. He’s always loved giving you pleasure, and here, you’re in control, but he’s the one doing all the work.

Your thighs around his head. Your heat against his mouth. The sound of your breath, the way your hips start to shake. He loves every second. He holds your hips or your ass, grounding himself like he’s trying not to float away. Sometimes he pulls you closer, sometimes he steadies you when your legs tremble.

And when you look down and lock eyes with him? His pupils go wide. His grip tightens. And honestly, he has come from that alone more than once. Even when you’re shy at first, worried you might hurt him or that it’s “too much”, Bob’s only response is more.

Once your knees sink down fully and you really let go, Bob is in his element. He doesn’t even care if he can breathe. He just wants to make you fall apart on his tongue.

And after the first time, you’ll catch him glancing up at you with those soft eyes and that little hopeful smile, silently asking:

“Again?”

Standing Oral

When Bob wants to make you come, he prefers you to let go. No pressure. No overthinking. Just pleasure. That’s why, even if you start off standing, he won’t let you stay that way for long.

As soon as he notices your knees start to give out, his hands are already on your thighs. Gently, like he’s handling silk. He lifts your legs up and settles them onto his shoulder.

He adores the way your fingers tangle in his hair. The quiet gasps. The not-so-quiet moans. The heat that spreads from your hips to his lips. It takes strength, yes. But it’s not about the posture for Bob. It’s about the fact that you’re losing control. And nothing makes him harder than knowing he’s the reason.

Sometimes, he catches glimpses of you in a short, tight dress and his brain short-circuits. He thinks about the taste of you for hours. Until finally, you’re alone, and he can kneel down and indulge like you’re the only thing that’s ever mattered.

Lying Oral

This is foreplay, but with intention.

Bob wants to be sure. That before anything else happens, you’re fully taken care of. Because he knows sex doesn’t always end in a climax for you, and that’s not acceptable to him. Not if he can help it. So he takes his time.

Lying between your thighs, flat on the bed, he’s in his element. His hands explore your hips, your stomach, your inner thighs, grounding himself while his tongue explores you.

From below, he looks up at you through his lashes and his messy hair, and God, he looks starved. Some nights, it’s so overwhelming you have to stop him. He listens. Usually.

But there are moments when your legs are trembling and your hands are shaking — where he keeps going anyway. Gently, slowly, but deliberately. And when you come on his tongue, he moans like he’s the one finishing.

Then there was that first time. You squirting, panicking afterwards. His whole face was soaked and you apologized, flustered and horrified.

But Bob just laughed, pulled you close and told you it was okay. Because inside he was glowing. Because he made that happen. And he’s never, ever, forgotten it.

Oral from behind

This one… is complicated.

Because Bob loves how you look from behind. The arch of your back. The way your thighs shake. The soft sounds falling from your lips. He loves how open you are to him — how vulnerable, exposed, trusting.

But.

He can’t see your face. And for Bob, as already being said, that’s a problem. He needs to see your expression. To read the way your brows knit, the way your mouth parts when something feels especially good, the way your eyes roll back when he hits the right spot. That’s his feedback. Without it, he spirals.

“Am I going too hard? Too soft?”

“Is she bored?”

“Did she just twitch or did she flinch?”

He hates not knowing. So this position is rare. Something you maybe try once in a while, on a wild night, when you’re both a little drunk, laughing and stumbling into bed. He’ll go down on you like that, pulling your hips back with shaky hands, mouth wet and eager, but even as he moans into you, there’s this part of him that’s hyperaware of not seeing you.

You can feel it in the way he pulls away just to ask, “Is that okay?”

Even when you’re moaning yes, he doesn’t look convinced. It’s not about performance, it’s about connection. Bob’s not the kind of guy who gets off on your body alone (mostly). He needs your soul, your face, your breath against his skin. So while this isn’t off the table, it’s more of a sometimes thing, a playful experiment, and that’s okay. Because Bob always finds his way back to your front, where he can look you in the eyes and absolutely ruin you.

Period Oral

This is not something Bob initiates on his own, not because he finds it repulsive or shameful, but simply because he respects your body and knows that this time of the month can come with discomfort, pain, or just the desire to be left alone. If you don’t bring it up, he won’t either. But if you do? If you even hint that you’d like him to go down on you despite your period, he’ll be there in a heartbeat, no questions asked, no hesitation, and absolutely no judgment.

He’s not squeamish in the slightest. In fact, he sees it as just another part of your body and your cycle — something natural, human, and beautiful in its own way. For Bob, it’s not about the blood; it’s about you. If this is what your body is going through, then he wants to honor that. He wants to be close to you even when you don’t feel at your best, especially when you don’t feel at your best.

Of course, he’s a lot more careful in how he approaches it. His touches are gentler, his tongue softer, and his pace much slower. You’ll never feel rushed or pushed into anything, in fact, he constantly watches your face, gauging your reactions, making sure you’re still comfortable, still enjoying it. He’s particularly mindful of cramps or sensitivity, often asking quietly if it still feels good, and adjusting immediately if you need something different.

He understands that for many people, the experience can feel messy or insecure, but Bob never once makes you feel that way. Not even a glance of discomfort, not a single shift in his tone or expression. If anything, his reverence for you only seems to increase. His voice gets quieter, his hands steadier, and there’s an undeniable warmth in how he looks at you, like he’s honored that you trust him enough to let him be intimate with you during a moment that many would hide away.

That said, this is not a go-to position for him. It happens on occasion, maybe when you’re both feeling emotionally close, or if you admit that the pressure in your lower belly makes gentle oral feel amazing, or if you’re tipsy and craving the closeness without much else. He doesn’t push for it, and it’s not something he would do casually or spontaneously. It needs to be mutual, intentional and grounded in comfort and trust.

And even though he’s done it more than once, every time still feels like a new act of connection to him. One that he treats with tenderness, care, and a deep emotional understanding that proves, once again, that with Bob, there are no conditions to his desire for you.

Switch up (You giving Bob)

As it’s been said, and there’s no point arguing about it, Bob is a giver. He’ll offer you everything he has — his hands, his mouth, his fingers, his cock… All in devotion to your pleasure. It’s almost like he forgets himself in the process, like the only thing that matters is you moaning his name.

But sometimes the cards get switched, and just as much as he loves giving to you, you love giving back. You want to see him unravel. You want to hear him gasp, cry your name and whine like a pathetic man. And there’s nothing more satisfying than watching Bob fall apart under your touch.

When you go down on him before he’s had the chance to touch you, before he’s made sure you’ve come at least once, it kind of short-circuits his brain. He gets this guilty, flustered panic in his eyes, like he owes you now. And he will repay that favor. Twice over. With fingers, tongue, hips —whatever it takes to make you come harder than you thought possible.

Still, Bob loves your mouth. That warm, wet heat around him. Your soft lips stretched just perfectly. And your eyes — oh God, your eyes. You always look up at him, so innocent, so sweet, while doing something so sinful. That contrast drives him crazy. His hands will instantly find your hair, but he never pushes. He’s not forceful. He doesn’t like violence, especially in situations like this.

Sometimes, his hips twitch forward, instinct taking over for just a second, and he always apologizes. He never wants to make you uncomfortable. Pleasure should never be taken, it should be shared. He believes that deeply.

But when you wrap your lips around him with that look in your eyes, like you’re about to ruin him, he doesn’t last long. Three minutes, maybe. On a good day. Because with you on your knees, mouth full of him, Bob forgets how to breathe. And when you swallow him whole with that perfect, wicked grin, he sees stars.

POWERS vs SEX

Most of the time, Bob keeps his eyes tightly shut when he comes, but if they do open, even for a second, you can see it. A flicker of gold. Not just a reflection or a trick of the light. It glows inside him, and it only lasts a second before he crushes his eyes shut again, almost ashamed of letting it slip through. This thing leaks out of him in moments of overwhelming feeling. Especially when he’s inside you and when he’s close.

Sometimes, Bob loses control, but only for a moment. You’ll feel his fingers dig in a little too hard, his grip becoming tighter than he intended. It leaves small bruises on your thighs, hips, wrists. Nothing dramatic, nothing that lasts more than a few hours or days. They’re always in places hidden beneath clothes. You don’t mind, in fact, part of you likes it. You call them marks of affection, signs that he was there. But Bob panics.

“I didn’t mean to. I swear. I wasn’t trying to—I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay? Does it hurt? Let me see—please, let me see…”

He touches them so gently, as if his fingers could undo what his strength caused. He looks so guilty, eyes wide and glassy, barely holding back tears.

“What if I really hurt you, and I don’t even realize?”

And you always soothe him — hold his cheeks, kiss him, reassure him that you’re okay, that you trust him, with everything. Still, he carries the guilt like a scar no one can see.

Then there’s what happens every time he comes, without fail. The lights flicker, lamps stutter, sometimes they die completely. But just for a moment, before they flare back to life. As if the electricity in the room can’t handle what’s burning through Bob’s body.

Once he fried the power grid of the entire building. All because of how hard he came inside you. You both laughed about it later, wrapped in the dark, hearts still racing. But Bob never truly relaxes about these things. He’s always afraid he’ll go too far, break something, burn someone, burn you.

Even fabric isn’t safe. If he grips the sheets too hard, they sometimes ignite — just a flicker, a flash of heat that curls the edges and smells like smoke. You’ve gotten used to it. You don’t even flinch anymore. You’ve got backup sheets folded in the closet, so it's no big deal at all. Not because you’re careless. But because you understand him.

Robert Reynolds isn’t dangerous. He’s just powerful. And in your arms, when he feels safe, when he feels loved, he lets himself feel everything. And sometimes the world around you just can’t quite keep up.

BONUS

Tits or Ass?

Truth is, Bob adores every part of you — and he shows it. He’ll spend just as much time burying his face between your breasts as he does grabbing handfuls of your hips, thighs, and curves. He’s not picky. To him, your body is a gift, and he treats it like one.

But if you watch closely, the signs are there. The way his hands almost automatically slide down to your ass when he hugs you. How his grip tightens there when he’s deep inside you. How often he sneaks glances at your backside when you walk ahead of him in nothing but a t-shirt.

He might not admit it, but there’s a subtle obsession, a craving for the shape, the softness, the power you hold in your hips. So while he’s absolutely a worshipper of the whole temple… he definitely has a favorite pew.

Dominant or Submissive?

Bob is naturally submissive. Not because he lacks confidence or desire, but because he finds genuine pleasure in surrendering to you. He loves being guided, touched, praised. He loves the way your voice gets low when you tell him what to do, and how your hands feel when they’re holding him down or pulling him closer. The idea of being wanted that badly lights up something in him that he rarely shows anyone else.

He gives control freely, not out of weakness but out of trust. That doesn’t mean he’s incapable of dominance, he can surprise you in moments of overwhelming need, but those are exceptions, not the rule.

Most nights, Bob is the type to lay back, lips parted, eyes soft, silently begging you to ruin him. And he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Loud or Quiet?

Bob lives in that golden middle, not loud in volume, but incredibly expressive in sound. He breathes heavily against your neck. He lets out these shaky, breathless gasps when he’s close.

Sometimes, you catch him whispering your name like it’s sacred, like if he stops saying it, he might fall apart completely.

But above all, Bob’s a whimperer. Quiet, broken little noises that slip out of him without permission. They’re high-pitched and desperate, often choked off by kisses or your movements. And every time you hear one, it’s like a shot straight to your core.

He also talks — not constantly, but enough to drive you insane. Little muttered praises, desperate pleas, and sometimes even full confessions whispered hotly into your skin.

Kinks or Soft Limits?

Bob isn’t someone who seeks extremes when it comes to sex.

He doesn’t actively crave things like bondage, roleplay, or toys — not because he judges them, but because they don’t naturally align with how he connects. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t try something new if you were curious.

If you asked, if you genuinely wanted to explore something, he’d follow your lead. He might be hesitant at first, unsure if he’s doing it right, but he’d try, not out of kink, but out of love. Out of a deep, burning desire to understand and satisfy you.

But ultimately, Bob’s not in it for thrills or fantasies. He’s in it for you.

Aftercare?

Aftercare is sacred to Bob — not because it’s a routine, but because it’s when he feels the most needed. He has this instinctive drive to take care of you, to make sure you feel safe. It makes him feel useful, which is important for someone who sometimes struggles with his self-worth.

If you’re still lucid and alert after sex, he’ll gently help you into the shower, wash your body like it’s made of glass, and dry you off with infinite tenderness. He’ll even comb through your hair if you let him.

And if you’re too exhausted to move, that’s okay too. He wraps you in blankets, makes sure you’re warm, and holds you so close you can feel his heartbeat slow. Cuddles are always non-negotiable. It’s where he lets go of any guilt, any worry. It’s where he gets to whisper that he loves you without having to say it out loud.

Turn-Ons vs Turn-Offs?

Bob’s biggest turn-on… is you. It’s really that simple.

Your voice, the way you carry yourself, how you tease him with just a glance, it drives him wild. He’s obsessed with the shape of your mouth when you talk, the way you smell, even how your fingers move when you’re distracted. If you’re wearing something he likes — tight clothes, short skirts, soft pajamas, or just his t-shirt, his brain goes blank.

On the flip side, his turn-offs are more situational than specific. He doesn’t respond well to coldness, disinterest, or anything that feels overly performative. He needs to feel wanted, genuinely, not just physically. Without that, he loses his fire.

How He Reacts to Teasing?

Early on, teasing leaves Bob flustered. He’ll smile shyly, play along with a nervous laugh, and maybe pretend not to notice just how much you’re affecting him. He tries to act cool, but his ears go red and his eyes dart away.

But as time goes on and his confidence builds, the dynamic shifts. He starts giving it back. He learns how to play your game, maybe not as boldly as you do, but with his own style. He performs — for you and because of you.

Public or Semi-Public Sex?

Bob is not someone who would ever suggest anything public on his own. The idea of being caught, of doing something so vulnerable in a place that isn’t private, makes him nervous. His anxiety spikes just thinking about someone walking in.

But he also has limits. And if the desire is overwhelming, if you lean in and whisper in his ear, if your hands wander beneath the table, if you give him that look, he might just break.

Especially if it’s somewhere more hidden, more ‘semi’ than public: a locked dressing room, photo booth, a quiet parking lot. He wouldn’t do it often, but when it happens, it’s frantic.

Quickies vs Long Sessions?

Bob is in it for the long haul. Always.

Quickies might happen, rushed mornings, late-night cravings, but they’re never his preference. He wants time. Time to worship, to explore, to learn your body again and again. Sex with Bob isn’t about efficiency; it’s about intensity. He wants to take you apart slowly, piece by piece, and put you back together in his arms.

He lingers. He kisses like it’s the last time. He touches like he’s trying to memorize you.

A ‘quick one’ could leave him unsatisfied emotionally, like he didn’t get to give you everything he wanted to. And that’s what he’s here for. Not just the pleasure, but the act of giving it to you.

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