Ladies, I wanted to ask about the audible component of orgasms. How much of the noises you make are involuntary or for your partner’s benefit?
Going the other way is it hard to suppress if you want to be quiet?
The last question is about the screamers… is this done for effect or natural?
I answer this as a lesbian, which is a very different sort of dance than hetero sex.
It may be of no use, but here you go.
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Ladies, I wanted to ask about the audible component of orgasms. How much of the noises you make are involuntary or for your partner’s benefit?Both and more. depending on circumstance. A moan/scream/whatever may be entirely involuntary or a prompt to "KEEP DOING THAT!" It may also be a desire to give the finger to the disapproving couple in the next room at the hotel.
Going the other way is it hard to suppress if you want to be quiet?
That's what pillows are for.
The last question is about the screamers… is this done for effect or natural?
I'd like to think natural -- that is, as a full measure of the talent employed. There may be other emotional/relationship ploys involved, of course. We're only human, after all.
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I like this, it is correct. Sometimes it is a trembling like stretched piano wire. It starts as a deep bass thrumming and growling inside. Like the wire, my body stretches, restless until I cannot move, my body is so tense, and it vibrates until it snaps. Then my body and mind are not my own, and I lose control. At this point, I have no idea what noise I am making... it has to come out. I have gurgled, croaked, and sounded like I am drowning, gulping for air. I have yelped like a distressed kitten or groaned as if the ground has opened up, taking the building with it. My husband tells me that sometimes I scream with all the sinews in my neck tight as I shake, tremble, quiver or convulse.
Yes, it can be a 'fuck you, listen to my roar, bitch'. Or, it can be unbridled just because I want him to know without words, I want my body to show him.
Other times, it is very intimate. I have stifled it with a deep and intense kiss. I have put my hand over my mouth, my husband has put his hand over my mouth. I have bitten his shoulder and sucked his neck so hard I marked it. I have scratched his back, dug my nails into his behind to keep him there... anything to revel in the primal moment as a purely selfish act.
And pillows, absolutely, especially when we have overnight guests. It is a bad thing but practical.
I have had orgasms in front of strangers... see above, quiet orgasms when I am wary of that, others when I could not give a fuck, and it made me so excited that I wailed for it.
And if I am alone, and I have to cum. It can be soft, smouldering, as sudden peaks and a swooping feeling as my body lurches. A roll of distant thunder as I shudder for a moment. The brush of my semi-clothed body over my hard nipples. As gentle as a breeze, a bitten lip to stifle the worst, and a purr of contentment.
Orgasms are like trying to describe music or love, each to their own.
And if you want, describe the moments afterwards... after all, it is an important part of how love and desire are made. My own favourite, soaked, glowing, warm in his arms, and drifting on the fading sexual high.
Have fun 😘
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