Tell Me

I wonder if his ears tingle when I say his name. You know, that folklore that your ears burn when someone says your name.

'Cause I always tell him when I'm cumming, playing with myself. During sex I say his name sometimes, but my mind is too blank to form language I might say. But masturbating is so different. I've been doing the Literotica thing, basically wasting an hour of my life each night. Because, damn! An hour goes by so quickly. Should definitely be doing homework, but it is so much more fun to think about sucking his cock in [insert secret place].

Anyway, yeah. I used to not say a peep. A bedroom next to the brother and parents made for easy audial transmittance. Though I used to jerk off to music. I was a weird girl, whatever.

All the same, it didn't really occure to me to make noise. Maybe it was the bad porn I was watching, or probably the fact that my orgasms weren't nearly as nice. Why make noise? That's weird. WEIRD. And distracting.

Well, maybe it is a bit distracting sometimes. But nowadays I can't help it. Since that flip-switch during sex and I got transformed into this monster, I can't keep my mouth shut for long. Distracting and potentially embarassing when you realize that once in a while the common areas of our living arrangements are occupied.

All orgasms come with a complimentary falling-off-the-edge-of-the-world feeling and that sweet rush of "ohhhh [Ninjaaaaaa]" and I'm reduced to convulses, twitches and a puddle of wetness. I think it derives from the awesomeness I feel when he groans and tells me when he's cumming. It is so hot. Why not exchange the favor? In secret...

Burn, baby, burn!