Let's talk about pillow talk. You know, the thing that is normally defined as "the conversation had between you and your sexual partner after climax." It also usually involves some after sex cuddling.
I love it! She loves it! ❤ï¸x💜 4 Eva b17chez! (Also 💚x💛 forever because they too enjoy pillow talk)
... If those Emoji hearts actually show up I'm going to be surprised...
But I would change the definition of pillow talk for my case, from what it is, to
"Any sort of conversation between you and your lover at bedtime, usually heartfelt and serious, but may also include the strange ideas you keep thinking about that are keeping you up at night. And yes, it can happen after sex. "
I seem to have insomnia, as I have a hard time getting to sleep. I get plenty of rest, and I wake up just fine, but it's rare that I seem to be able to actually sleep for more than a couple hours. Cherry seems to have this problem too.
So rather than just lay there cuddling each other and trying in vain to sleep, we quietly talk to each other about all sorts of things, from sweet nothings to serious thoughts and problems to random crazy shit. I tend to do more talking these days, but she hears me out, and when she speaks, I listen.
And you know what, I suppose the sleepovers we had when we were kids weren't that much diffrent. We slept on diffrent couches, but we'd still keep each other up, whispering conversations so that we didn't get in trouble for staying up too late. Only difference is now we sleep together and talk more about romance.
Though I won't go into much detail, I'll list a few of the pillow talks we've had that I remember fondly.
I wanted to invest in plastic surgery to enlarge my flat chest. Cherry was totally against that and kept going on about how cute it made me look. Also talked about my shortness and cute face making me look more like a teen than a young adult, but my boobs were the primary focus that night
"Hey Cherry... What if Godzilla is a woman? I mean, she laid an egg and has a son now... But how is the son going to reproduce without screwing his mom?" ... No I'm serious. This was a legit thought in my head.
How did we invent languages anyway? I mean, the first person to speak a language must have looked like an idiot talking currently not known words to everyone.
There was one night where every time I turned my head away from Cherry she did something to grab my attention once again. Kissing, suddenly pulling my bra down, pretending to pick her nose, reaching out her hand to grab my face while making ghost noises... I couldn't even rest my head on her boobies they way I like to because that meant I wasn't looking her in the eyes.
One time it was just quiet. Complete silence. Not a word came from our mouths as we slow danced in bed... Well that's what I'm calling it anyway. Nothing but gentle swaying back and forth and some firm cuddling all night. Our bodies and faces spoke for us. Not really talking I know, and yet a lot of "I love you" was said that night through our expressions and body movements.