Darkknight2010
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human_male said:I announce it to myself when I masturbate. Does that count?
Ahhhh, I KNOW how you felt. I had a similar experience with this one girl I met several years back. A combo of lust-related factors mixed very well that night and when I brought her back to my apartment, it was green lights all the way down the avenue. When we finally got to the skins, I was so wired and needed to get my nut that I just kept pumping and grinding in her pussy without breaking stride until I exploded inside her...and I didn't make a peep. Maybe a gasp or a huff thru my nose, but I didn't tell her and I didn't hold my cum back for shit...and the insides of my mind were short-circuiting with the current of orgasmic sensations running through my cock.LovingTongue said:The first time I came inside my wife without a condom I stayed quiet to avoid warning her. That was one of the hottest moments because it's hard to experience it again.
She doesn't so much tell me she's cumming as much as let out inarticulate grunts to warn me that her cooch is about to make a real tight fist around my cock.
Avery_Chisholm said:he has to get me super hot for me too say that
KokopelliRises said:I've only actually told one time, and that was very recently. I don't know what compelled me to actually say it, but out it came. It was a really hot session to begin with and that just made it hotter for me. With g-spot stimulated orgasms I am very loud and honestly I am surprised that my neighbors haven't heard it considering the walls are paper-thin. Clitorally-stimulated orgasms are quieter; on occasion I'll gasp or moan or say something, but mostly I am quiet, but very active.
Bobmi357 said:Three cheers for paper thin walls!
When I was a mere lad in high school, my parents lived in an attached house in NYC. My bedroom shared a wall with the couple next door who were rather vocal.
I ended recording one session and playing it at a party. I had several couples afraid I had recorded them. The number of embarrassed people was funny. Especially when I owned up to it being a recording of my neighbors. I thought one good catholic girl was going to die from embarrassment.
The moral of this story is before you move into some place, check the walls and make sure you don't live next to a hormone driven nerd with access to all sorts of hi tech hardware.