​I'm 5'8" or 173cm. I often wear high heels, I believe my tallest heels are 6". So in total, I could be 6'2" or 188cm tall, which is tall for a woman.

One of my favorite fucking positions, is standing doggy (I'm not sure of the technical name of it). It's basically where the woman is standing, her legs spread wide, often wider than her shoulders. Her hands maybe against a wall, or a large hotel window. She is bent forward, at the waist, her back forming this nice arch and angle for the man. The man, is behind her, grabbing his hands around her waist, as he is viciously fucking and pounding her from behind. With each thrust, her face could be forced against that window, pushed up against it for the entire world to witness.

For this to work beautifully, the man should be tall. At least as tall as me, when I'm wearing heels. Ideally, much taller, so his cock can perfectly lined up with my holes.

One night, my husband and I were out at this bar. I was supposed to meet this guy, my playdate for the evening, but he bailed and stood me up. Disappointing for sure, and I was both frustrated and horny at the same time. I had already invested a lot of effort and energy into this. I was already dressed to fuck, short tight black dress and the highest of high heels, that screamed 'fuck me'.

Trying to salvage the night, I pivoted and looked for another guy to fuck. My only criteria? That he would be taller than me. That's it.
His looks? Could be just average.
His personality? Eh whatever, we won't be talking much while fucking.
Looking back, I can't tell you why I choose the height criteria, but I did.

Surprisingly, it was rather difficult to find a guy. Some of the taller ones were already with dates or weren't in the bar area. But I eventually found Brent. Brent, was average looking, his personality was kind of blah. But he was tall, probably 6'6" or something like that. And that checked the box for me. Only after a few minutes of chatting, and solely based on his height, I invited Brent back to our hotel room.

After the customary foreplay, teasing, blowing, etc... I got up from the bed and stood right in front of that large window. I positioned myself, just like how I described earlier. Legs spread wide open, hands against the glass, bent over a bit for easy access. I looked back, over my shoulder to see Brent assume his rightful position behind me. He put a condom on, put his hands on me, and forcefully slid inside my pussy.

Maybe Brent was a bit timid, or didn't have to much experience in Hotwifing or one night stands. But I was very vocal, almost directing him, begging him to fuck me harder, with more force and attitude. Like I wanted him to fuck my brains out, press me against the window and just fuck me silly. Brent's did break out of shell a little, as he got my very clear hints and direction. And with that, he just started wailing away. I swear, he was so violent (in a good way) and aggressive that I was practically jumping out of my heels. Fuck, that was a good pounding. I love that fucking position.

We fucked for a good amount of time. Exclusively in that standing doggy position. He suggested that he switch it up, but I didn't want to. I had invested a lot of time and energy into this position, and didn't want him to mess it up. So we fucked and fucked. Brent eventually came, ripping off the condom and painted my back.

And that was it. After catching our breath, Brent just got dressed. I starkly remember him being dressed, while I stood next to him, completly naked except for those high heels and his cum on my back. Brent eventually said his goodbyes to me and my husband (who was watching the show). And he just left the hotel. Too bad, I would have fucked him all night.

All this happened, because I got stood up, and Brent was in the right spot, at the right time. And my only criteria to fuck... was height.