I was sending out a tweet about an hour ago, talking about how I really love it when Mike comes and sort of grunts and groans. I do. Why? Well, it’s a great auditory cue that he is having such a good time that his body is taking over everything else. In real life, unless you’re a posing manly man or in a football huddle (see how little I know about stereotypical guy stuff?), you’re not going to be doing much grunting and groaning outside of really good sex, or maybe a bad groin injury.
It is pretty amazing, when you think about it. There is something so intense about the pleasure of a really intense orgasm that it absolutely take over and you revert to an animalistic, primitive state. There’s this incredible connection with history, through the past right to the beast in the roots of our DNA. I’m no biologist, but I think that these sounds aren’t just for the person making them. They’re also for the person who gets to hear them. Whenever I hear him come, something stirs inside me and I become so much more aroused, almost frantically as I lap up or play with the cum that comes along with those natural sounds.
Part of it is probably that these orgasmic noises aren’t as prevalent in oral sex. Unless you’re faking it or really a natural moaner, you don’t make too much noise during a blowjob. It’s quiet, so the moment of orgasm always peaks in a way that is really arousing. When having sexual intercourse, there’s a lot more natural noise… More moaning, more grunting, more exertion. Maybe these sounds of pleasure bring me back to the idea of intercourse, which is where my primal beast self lives. Whatever the reason, though, I think this is a non-social/ethical side to why I just love giving pleasure. The sounds, not to mention the tastes, the smells, the sights… It turns something on in me and I just need to experience it again and again.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, The Art of Blowjob isn’t going anywhere! :P