cloverodella
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FR I'm a loud one. I didn't used to be. I tried to keep quiet. Then I found that making noise helped me let go. In the beginning I'd force the first few moans/noises -- it seemed to help me open up, relax, get in my body as opposed to my head. It opened the door to feeling, whereas I had been concentrating on holding back. It wasn't until after that point that I learned how to truly orgasm. I'm loud enough that to others, I must sound like I'm faking it, but I'm not. We're lucky the neighbors are deaf, or else they surely would have called the cops by now! ___ I don't understand the sock/no-sock issue. I don't care at all what my partner has on their feet. Then again feet are a hard limit to me. I don't want to even touch anyone else's feet from a "germ averse" perspective, and having my toes sucked just feels like slimey horribleness. If I was wearing socks before sexy things start up, I prefer to keep my socks on. I wrote a poem about it. quote:
on socks. oh, i don’t mind shedding every layer of cloth between Your eyes and my body -- i’ll gladly sacrifice every inch of skin to You for fingers, for tongue, for cock there’s nothing i want to hide from You (as if i could hide from You anyway). however i hope You’ll understand when i say i’m a socks on kind of girl because i want no distractions once You put me in position, so my ankles can grip around You to pull You in or You can rest the soles of my feet against Your chest without jumping away from the ice buckets that i call feet because that’s not the type of shock to Your system that I intend to be.
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