I've always thought that the louder the sex was, the hotter it must be. But recently, I've found myself loving quiet sex — not the kind that's awkward, of course, but the kind that is intentionally more silent. To me, loud sex feels performative and completely overstimulating. With everything already going on during intimacy, I don't want to have to think about how I sound, whether I'm making enough noise, or if my responses are meeting some sort of imaginary standard. Instead, I want to stay fully in the moment. Quiet sex strips away the theatrics and the need to perform, which helps me focus more on what I'm feeling and less on what I sound or look like. There's no pressure to exaggerate a moan or fake any noise, and the sex just becomes about connection — the breathing, the touching, and the closeness. |
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