When I was in college, I lived in a co-ed dorm for two years. It was quite an experience, to say the least. I learned a lot about living on my own, having roommates, and surviving in a crowded building full of unsupervised youths. While most of those lessons are more pragmatic than sexy, there are a few that stand out.
One lesson that I learned early on had to do with the unique noise lovers made while sharing a little passion in between classes. The dorms I stayed in were decent by most standards, but they were far from soundproof. I heard things that probably would’ve incurred hefty fines by the FCC, but the couples involved would’ve paid up gladly.
In that environment, you quickly learn the difference between a moan from someone who had a long day and one from someone getting some special treatment by their lover. You also learn the distinct difference in the laughter, gasps, and grunts that people make during intimate moments. They do not sound like anything you’d make when you stub your toe.
Those noises aren’t just the excessive hissing and seething that go on in typical porno. These noises are more subtle. That’s what makes them so powerful and distinct. They’re not always loud and they don’t have to be. That deeper subtext is part of what makes it so intimate. It’s my sincere hope that this Daily Sexy Musing gives everyone a greater appreciation for that subtext.
A simple kiss.
A soft touch.
A muted reaction.
On the surface, it’s so quiet. Your gasps are barely a whisper. Our swirling lips are easily drowned out. The simple gust of the wind is enough to overshadow every noise we make in our passionate moments. However, we both hear them as clear as a ringing bell. To us, they might as well be blaring sirens.
With each loving gesture, we evoke more reactions. They’re unavoidable, impossible to contain or suppress. Every gasp, giggle, and touch echoes with the slightest of sounds. They’re difficult to hear, but we still listen intently. In them, we learn so much about ourselves and our passions.
Without words, we express our love.
Without tools, we taste our passions.
Without thought, we convey our love.
Without guidance, we navigate our desires.
Together, we ruffle the sheets, dishevel our clothes, and evoke more reactions that travel beyond the walls. In every noise we make, we let the world know of our activities. From the way our skin clashes to the distinct tone of our voices, we leave little doubt to all those who hear us.
These are the noises of our love. Every echo is laced with our passion. When I gasp and grunt, I tell the heavens how much I love you. I take my feelings and turn them into real acts with real impacts. When you touch me, every noise carries greater meaning. In every reaction, I try to match it.
These sounds are the soundtracks.
They are the music of our hearts.