Archive for the 'awkward pillow talk' Category

16
Nov
09

but afterwards can we talk about the holocaust for a few minutes? because i have thoughts about it.

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Categories: awkward pillow talk and doggy-style

She lays on her side, facing the wall, and he pulls her top leg back over his hip while he enters her. There is something gentle about the rhythm, the shallow penetration. With his other hand, he pushes her hair off of the back of her neck and out of his face.

After a few minutes, he becomes aware that her shoulders are convulsing to a rhythm agnostic to his thrusting. She has ducked her face into the pillow and when he pauses, he can hear her sniffling back tears.

“No, it’s okay,” she quavers. “Keep going.”

Afterwards, he pulls out of her and wraps his arms around her from behind until she has stopped crying.

05
Nov
09

yet another reason i’m happy i won’t have to meet your family

By That Kind of Girl 3 Comments
Categories: awkward pillow talk, dirty talk, legs up (awesome) and missionary

He pins her ankles against the wall and raises himself on his knees to thrust slightly downward, hard, crashing his whole body into the backs of her legs. She moans soft and serrated, a breathy purr. Every time he drives his cock into her, the purr is cut with an impatient yelp. He pulls one hand close to her face, dragging his finger over her lip, and when he thrusts, she pulls her ankles down and crosses her legs behind his pelvis, drawing him into her, deep deep deep. He leans against the wall and pumps viciously.

“Jesus,” she moans, “fuck me” pant “until I’m” oh “blind!”

She clenches around his cock and he cums like a train crash.

Afterwards, still panting, she looks up at him. “I don’t know why that’s what popped into my head to say.”

“I liked it,” he says, rubbing his hand absent-mindedly over her stomach. “My uncle’s blind, though.”

“Oh jeez, I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. We’re not close or anything.”

25
Oct
09

spit it out

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Categories: awkward pillow talk and missionary

He is holding her legs up over his shoulders, plowing her in earnest. As she nears orgasm, her chest rises and falls in tense little jumps. The accumulated sweat from hours of sex has pooled slightly in her gravity-flattened belly. Every time he thrusts, her red O of a mouth quivers.

“You look so—“ he starts, but she clenches herself around his cock and the sentence ends with a gasp. They continue this way for the last fifteen or twenty seconds, falling into an escalating rhythm.

“You look so—“ squeeze. “You look so—“ pulse. “You look so—“ oh jesus oh god oh fuck.

Afterwards, they collapse into the damp sheets, his arm around her. “You look so – familiar. Have we met before?”

23
Oct
09

probably your mouth could be more usefully employed

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Categories: awkward pillow talk and blowjob

When he is about to cum, she constricts her throat around his pulsing head, muscles firm like she is singing a soprano aria. His left thigh clenches, deliberately at first, then faster and faster until it is practically vibrating. When she moans, deeply muffled, his cock jerks hard, again and again, as though it is trying to escape her, blasting hot halfway down her esophagus.

Afterwards, he slides her body up along his, warm and sticky with sweat, until her face is pressed into his neck, where veins still throb.

“I always think,” he whispers into her hair, “what would be the worst thing to say during sex.”

“Well.” She picks a piece of his chest hair off of her nipple. “I can tell you the worst thing to say after sex.”