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On Spooning

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The Victorian Era added an important term to the sexual lexicon, other than merkin. When a family shared a bed, Mother and Father would instruct the kiddies to squish together and lie on their sides facing the same direction. Everyone stayed warm and more children could fit in the bed. Thus, spooning was born.

  Big Spoon

In a male-female pairing, men are often required to occupy the big spoon position. You’d think that as little spoons, women would be in a somewhat submissive position, but there’s something dominant inherent in someone demanding you hold them just so. I’ll admit to being a bossy little spoon at times, directing which way we face and how many layers of bedclothes to use. Men, the job of big spoon is not to be taken lightly. Should the mood hit you and you feel your little soldier start to stand attention, ask yourself, does my partner really want my boner in her back?

The Welsh had something a bit different in mind when they handed out wooden spoons, but we’ll appropriate the term for our purposes. If it doesn’t seem she wants a Wooden Spoon, consider rolling on to your back or picturing your grandmother naked. If the answer is yes, sit tight. Nothing is more likely the ruin the spooning experience than a dry hump that calls to mind a randy Chihuahua. A lovely young man I briefly dated somehow always caught me in a Wooden Spoon. It was a rush of excitement for me, knowing my completely un-naked presence was such a turn-on for him, but his constant grinding against my butt ruined the illusion that these were snuggly, comforting moments. Instead, I wanted to spray Fido with cold water.

The closeness of spooning means you’re aware of every move your partner makes, and in the case of the Wooden Spoon, that includes the move the blood makes into the penis. Trust me, she knows the boner is there. Consider a kiss on the nape of the neck or a boob grab to really let Little Spoon know you want it now.

The positioning of the arms proves to be the most difficult thing to master for the big spoon. The top arm is fine; placing it around the little spoon’s waist, on the buttocks or thigh is simple enough but what about the pesky bottom arm? More often than not, this is why The Boy gets fed up and rolls onto his back when we share a bed. Sticking the arm between us makes me poke him until he tries sliding it under my neck but his arm falls asleep and everyone loses.

Videojug has a helpful video on the subject. The crafty people at Videojug have coined a move they’ve called the Superman in which Big Spoon positions the bottom arm at an obtuse angle above Little Spoon’s head; you’ll be able to feel your fingers in the morning.

I don’t much like being in the big spoon position myself, and luckily he doesn’t ask, but it has its advantages. The smell of freshly-laundered hair is a nice bedtime smell, and I know how much little kisses tickle the nape of his neck. Once in a while I take a chance and go for the reach-around handjob to start the morning right, but this is almost always after I wake up and realize no one’s been spooning me.

  Little Spoon

Little spoon is arguably the most satisfying position, requiring no work or thought at all. The Boy’s body heat is an added bonus on cold nights; he is, I joke, like an electric blanket, and almost as easy to turn on. The greatest pitfall for Little Spoon is moving from the spooning position to a dramatic pose that forces the buttocks out. He complains of this, and it is especially problematic when we’re confined to our monkish university lodgings. He doesn’t mind too much because he likes that I want to be comfy and cozy with him.

Freud would tell us we love to spoon because it reminds us of our mothers. A mother lies on her side next to her newborn in bed, paying rapt attention to every cry and cough but never rolls over to squash him. Little Spoon relives childhood in his or her adult sexual relationships, just like Freud we want to. While Freud was later found to be a sexist quack, I think he may have been on to something here. Spooning is for the most part a non-sexual act, at least for me. I don’t know if this is because after two years The Boy and I are slowly leaving the honeymoon phase of our relationship, but it generally isn’t specifically post-coital.

After sex, we usually find ourselves right on top of each other or at opposite ends of the bed. Another reason Freud may be right: We feed babies with spoons. Soft and rounded, spoons aren’t as phallic or coded in violence as knives—and as we know, violence and sex go hand in hand for Freud. Nor are they as linguistically suggestive of sex as forks. Late at night, when I’ve finished reading Hamlet for the tenth time and he’s put down his problem sets, my id is sleepy too, making sex the last thing on my mind. I spoon to feel experience the warm, safe, comfortable side of erotic love.


Contributor: Ben Martin,
Ben Martin,  

This is the position my wife and I go to sleep in almost every night, and though we adjust as we sleep, usually when we start to wake up, we return to it before we actually get up for the day. There are lots of ways to be close, but I don't think there is another position that allows for such complete closeness. It's our favorite. Smile

Contributor: hislittlemrs

We are big spooners. I absolutely love the closeness.