Boy: “Look, honey. It’s Bob and Janice from last week’s swinger’s party.”
Girl: “Shall we go say hello? I remember how much you got off on his muffled sounds.”
… have you ever noticed how muffled sounds (via pillow, hand over mouth, gag, etc) spur a lot of people on when it comes to sex in romantic fiction??
One wonders how they can get through life without constantly exploding in a frenzy of lust.
For example, what do they do when they hear some chick mumbling about a clean up in aisle 12? Do they ditch their trolleys and make a run for much needed privacy? Or do they slam the nearest wo/man against the shelves where by sheer luck the condoms and/or lube are located?
Just something I’ve been wondering.