LG, whom I am reblogging this from, recently described my posts with a word she uses here, “condescending.” It’s a word she likes, and what I think she means by it is the voice that accepts the sexual drama on its own terms, without, as I would think of it “breaking the frame.” So in this instance, the non-condescending (and mood-killing) pillow talk is:
Does this hurt? Do you want me to stop? I can stop…
The condescending pillow talk is more like:
Good boy…you can scream, but keep that ass spread…
I love the hand over the mouth, and the way she’s pressing all of her body against him. I just know she’s whispering the most humiliating, condescending litany in his ear. Lucky boy.
(Heartfelt thanks to ridingwild for the submission.)