How much noise do you make? Flicks and Licks with my Demonic Love-Monkey
It isn’t like we’re a pair of sixteen year old kids sneaking around in the middle of the night trying to be quiet so Mom and Dad won’t hear us, but it kind of felt that way last week – tho not intentionally, we woke my mother-in-law up one night during a hot and heavy session of lovemaking… and it’s all my fault.
Yes, I make a lot of noise during sex; all of the “Oooo’s” and “Ahhhh’s”, a whole lot of screams, cries and moans, and a few “Oh my God’s” thrown in for good measure – just to make sure I have all the bases covered.
Orgasms are a good thing aren’t they? So what’s wrong with making all that noise?
Add some irony to the story here and go back a couple of weeks to before I went on vacation — It was a Thursday night — that’s my yoga night to regular readers — and the topic of noisy sex came up amongst the girls when Jessica mentioned that her six year old woke up one night and walked in on her and her husband going at it because she was making so much noise.
“Girl, you need to get laid more often!”
How do you explain to your child that, “No, Daddy isn’t hurting Mommy… Mommy was trying to have a good time you little brat… now go back to bed!” — No, that doesn’t quite work, but it happens. And once that moment has been ruined for us, forget trying to get it back. It’s lost and gone forever, and usually we’re the ones who wind up giving the blowjob just so we can get some sleep.
As my husband has put it to me on occasion: “What’s the difference between light and hard? You can sleep with the light on.” 
But I love making noise during sex, and lots of it too. Especially during oral sex. It’s like I’ve been possessed by a demonic love-monkey who crawls up into my chest… and when that tongue hits my clit, love-monkey wants to give up some noise to the moment, and if your lover is good and can prolong the buildup, the rise, the intensity, the actual orgasm part of this, and then blows your mind with their mouth – that calls for some Wild Kingdom deep in the jungle hot and sweaty crazy monkey love type moaning and groaning.
Well… at least in my world it is.
And speaking of cunnilingus… why do some guys want to rush the whole deal? This topic came up at yoga night too. What? You think all we do at yoga night is do yoga? Not even close.
Lisa has been dating this guy for about a year now that she had to teach how to lick and flick, and especially slow-the-fuck-down baby! My clit isn’t the kickstart on your motorcycle! Stacy doesn’t have many complaints, except with frequency, which often happens when you have little ones. Jessica too. She’s got two little ones so her sex life has taken a huge hit. I suppose that’s why she’s in love with her iVibe rabbit. Stacy tho also has a 17 year old daughter, which gets even weirder I suppose. And what’s also kind of strange is when Lisa and I are together, we make an entirely different set of noises. I’ll have to think about why that is. Hmmm.
But I don’t have little ones, which adds a different dimension to my sex life. I have a teenage son, who has probably figured out when we have sex. I mean, I try and tone it down when I can, but like I said, my demonic love-monkey is having none of it, and the next thing you know, there I am waking up the neighbors. I suppose I’m lucky in that my son is like his father and nothing short of a nuclear explosion wakes him up – but not so for my mother-in-law.
There we were; right into a nice groove. I’m on my back with my legs spread wide and my back arched, and my husband has his head buried between my thighs — my husband is a God when it comes to eating pussy – his tongue moving long and slow, turning slow circles around my clit and slipping deep inside me. Good lord, I get turned on just thinking about it! But then came my demonic love-monkey again, and I started moaning, which quickly became squealing.
Jeff reached up with his hand and tried to cover my mouth and whispered in between flicks and licks, “Will you fucking be quiet before you wake up my mother?? Jesus Christ Nina!” – but me and Mr. Love-Monkey were having none of that – and we started making even more noise.
I wasn’t about to let his mother get in the way of me getting off, right?
No, of course not.
As I was about to come, I suddenly heard a noise from the kitchen. My mother-in-law was awake, and using the ice-maker and water dispenser on the front of her refrigerator to get a glass of water – the bitch. Oh what, she couldn’t get a glass of water out of her bathroom? No, the bitch wanted me to know that I woke her ass up.
Jeff tho wasn’t fazed a bit. He knows better than to stop mid-lick and he wasn’t about to stop eating my pussy for anyone, not even his mother, so I let out a porno-film worthy scream and got off big-girl style.
That ladies, is a man you keep.
I suppose she went back to bed because we didn’t hear anything else from the kitchen, and we did spend the next hour fucking and shaking the bed, and banging the headboard against the wall… and yes, I made a lot of noise.
So, when yoga night rolls around this week, I think we’ll be revisiting this topic. Just me and the girls, my demonic love-monkey and my happy well licked pussy.
Enjoy your Tuesday!
hmmmm, Nina ! What fun !
Did she make a comment, or did you just hear her get up in the night ?
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