When I was an adolescent growing up, my girlfriends and I had our own special language, terms (usually sexual) for things. The term “bite the pillow” meant that your boyfriend (which NONE of us had yet) wanted anal sex from you, and suggested that you bite the pillow while taking it in the ass, in order to quietly be able to endure it, to give your man the pleasure he deserved. All of this made me super uncomfortable because I was secretly VERY anal-erotic; whenever I masturbated there was always a finger (or more) up my butt.
So, I came upon this photograph and lost it. He’s pulling her hair. She’s biting the pillow. You know what’s going in where next.
Now I know that it shouldn’t hurt, if you’re doing it right. I like to be able to talk while I’m getting it from behind in the behind, to tell my lover how good it is, make suggestions, moan my appreciation… But in my mind, I’m still that adolescent who fears and craves “biting my pillow.”