While we were making love last night I was very quiet when I came. We screwed three times, but on every occasion I was relatively quiet when I reach climax.
That’s not to say that I scream and shout every time I cum. The sounds I make range from grunts to howls and include (I am told) sounds like Scooby Doo laughing. Last night was particularly low in volume.
That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy myself. Quite the opposite.
On the first two occasions I brought Suze and myself to shuddering orgasms with my cock inside her. The final time Suze insisted she gave me a very expert tit wank. That was the quietest and yet the one which prompted my most vivid synaesthetic response, a rich orange, brown and black.
It underlines that my reactions to sex are utterly spontaneous and natural. There is not showboating, no performance. Sex brings out the pure person, as it does in most people. You see the real human being and have their true emotions laid out in front of you. There are people for whom sex is an act but they fool themselves as much as their partner.
It’s OK once in a while pretending to enjoy your bedroom antics a little more than you actually did to save your lover’s feelings. But if you keep doing it what does that say about how compatible you are? Feeling that you constantly have to pretend is ultimately damaging and corrosive.
We’re lucky and I’m very well aware of that. We have always had a great relationship, in and out of the bedroom. Yes we have had our ups and downs, but then to deny that would be to stretch credulity. In any truly passionate relationship there are turbulent times and if you and your relationship survives them you emerge a stronger individual and a stronger couple because of it.