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Somehow we managed to scoot from the foot of the bed to the point that my forehead oscillated frighteningly close to the headboard. Each thrust brought me to within a centimeter of a goose egg, which would have put even me off my orgasms.
I cast about for a solution, a solution that would not involve dismantling the temporary infrastructure between our bodies. “Pull my hair,” I told him, and once he’d grabbed hold with both hands, head trauma seemed no longer to be a concern.
However, the new position meant that my nose was pointed directly at a slab of oak. If he’d have turned me loose at that point, the concern would not have been a bump to the noggin but instead a bloodied nose.
And did that make me stop? Did it prompt me to ask my partner for a minor change of venue so as to avoid injury of all sorts?
Of course not. That would have spoiled the fun!
What kind of girl do you take me for?
You have to trust – that’s part of the fun. And potential misadventure sometimes just gives it an edge :)
I’ve banged my head against the headboard a few times, LOL.
Or worse, when you shift your head to one side and then end up with the side of your neck pressed against the headboard while the rest of your body remains perpendicular to it. That’s always a sexy look ;)
Yeah, good sex is all about LOOKING sexy. :)
Sex with danger! How much hotter can you get?
Oooooh! I like these little quilt square thingys!
*snerk*
looking sexy, yeah that’s what i want in bed with me… something worried about how it looks
that said, i usually stick my hands against the wall and push it away
The quilt square thingies are supposed to be constant for each person, based on email address.
Do we like them?
Ah… living on the edge! I like the putting your hands up there idea — then you can push yourself closer to the action.
I like Finn’s suggestion too! I’d also opt for the goose egg before the bloody nose, certainly don’t spoil the moment by moving to safety!
Take one for the team, baby!
You mean I dont HAVE to look Zexy anymore??,,Whew,,What a Relief!!…
Dude.
You *always* look zexy to me.
Yeah, put your hands up on the head board. It’s better when you push back and we think you are really getting in to it, not just trying to protect yourself.
(Only posting to see what quilt I get.)
I have a bump on my forehead from a threesome I had the other day!
I was topping a very hot girl (squee!) while my boyfriend fucked me from behind. Unfortunately, my head was dangerously close to the footboard.
Of course, I didn’t notice it when it happened (I was a little, um, lost in the moment), but the next day I sure did! Oops.
Glad you didn’t sustain a similar injury. Though, having that reminder can be rather fun. :)
Ahhh…the things we do for good sex.
I was riding my guy once and his head did bounce against the headboard a few times… the headboard was attached to the wall. Suddenly, it crashed to the floor, which also sent the bed hurtling several inches from the wall… at which point he said, “Don’t stop!”. Now, that’s dedication to the job at hand.
When is some broken furniture, closet doors off their track and a broken bone tolerated in sex? Read blow and you see when it’s ok……
It was my 30th birthday and going out with the girl’s was the plan. We all leave together in a cab. Period. Yea well it was MY birthday damn it and talking to one of my friends to my right I saw excatly what I wanted for my birthday. This gorgeous man just staring at me – and he had the sexiest blue eyes you could feel undressing you from head to toe….. It took about 2 seconds to switch seats with my girlfriend and the night just got hotter. Even dancing he would stare in my eyes with such a seductive glare then whisper such juicy tid bits of what he wanted to do to me…..I simply feel right into those eyes.
“Blue Eyes” drove us home and boy did he “give” me the best birthday gift I had received to that date in time. I did get a lot of questions as to what I done to have a broken thumb – my reply always the same: I could tell you but then I would to kill you.
It was worth it then and still just as wild 16 yrs later – and have a wonderfully equally kinky hubby.