November 2023 – Audio Version

Have you ever had to be silent while being intimate with a lover? I do not mean muffled moans and hushed groans. That would be far too easy. Oh no, I speak of being unequivocally mute with no exclamations or cries of, “Yes, yes, yes!” But absolutely noiseless, for the walls have ears, and their fitful slumber must, under no circumstance, be disturbed. 

Shrouded in luminescent moonlight, have you been nude on your bed, lying on your side facing your Love, both of you unsure if you dare risk it? Your body craves theirs with the desperation of Romeo for his Juliet. You can feel the sensation, the warm torment swelling and lubricating your loins, the anguish spreading up to the hollow of your naval, tightening over your sternum as it moves to your throat, threatening to suffocate you in the tortious hunger. Your hands cannot stop caressing their flesh, absorbing the heat from their body. You try to behave, avoiding their erogenous zones, choosing to stick to the safety of stroking their cheek or the length of their arm. Yet, that’s the thing when you are in love. The entire body becomes an erogenous zone, and every whisper of the fingertip fuels the fire of desire, leaving you both breathless and pining for more. 

Your lips meet, and you moan at the syrup of their kisses, momentarily forgetting the necessity for silence. Kissing may have been a bad idea because now your hips are pressed against theirs, and you feel their sultriness against your thighs. Your mind quickly discerns your Love yearns for you just as much as you for them. The object of your lust rolls their body over yours, pausing to hover astride you. You bite your lips together lest another moan escapes as their weight settles over you like a comforting weighted blanket. Your hands rove the length of their ribcage down to their waist and…lower, ignoring the preceding care to avoid certain sensual areas. 

Bending their head, your Love nuzzles your neck, drinking your essence as you tilt your head to the right, exposing your jugular for their amorous attention. There is no fighting the impending union; retreat is unfathomable. Nevertheless, the crucial mandate for perfect silence remains, hovering over you, an insistent reminder of your predicament. 

Your Lover’s lips soundlessly adore every inch of your upper body as if tiny moths are flitting over the curves and dips of your body. The darkness highlights and expounds every one of your senses. Your skin has never felt more animated, tingling and sparking with faint electricity. Your ears keenly perked to the decibel levels as you attempt to suppress the soft sounds of your shifting movements. The scent of your Love, their natural musk, and a hint of lingering perfume mingle with the lavender fragrance of the bed linens. You can just make out the contour of your Lover’s figure positioned above you, their muscles delicately outlined in silver moonlight as their tongue flicks over the outline of your lips, begging entrance with the determined intention of tasting your soul. 

A thin groan emerges from your open mouth but drifts unheard into the shadowed room. The walls do not shift or creak. So far, you are succeeding in your mission. Arching your back, you extend your fingers between your fluctuating forms to guide your bodies together in the holiest of unions. Now comes the first test as your bodies slide together, coming to complete penetration – can you remain voiceless as the firm, swelling masculine finds its warm cocoon and the feminine is filled and her emptiness satisfied? Your bodies freeze to take in the experience with eyes and jaws clenched in fierce concentration, one second, then two. You pass the first trial. 

The second test materializes. Your Love begins to move and undulate, working your body, edging it ever closer to orgasmic release. The challenge? Your bodies must not slap and smack together with every vigorous thrust in the customary fashion. Your Love slows as together you work out how to please and be pleased in muffled ecstasy. The masculine girth withdraws until only the tip remains within the feminine sheathe. Hips tilt and rock, causing the flared bulbous ridge to slide back and forth, slick in mutual lubrication, teasing the feminine inner jewel with extreme tenacity. The faintest giggle escapes and pirouettes in the moon’s glow at the fun of your unusual challenge. 

While your body longs for the conventional raucous passion, there is something startlingly satisfying and unexpectedly delightful in the suppressed satisfaction. In the slow, measured movements of your unhurried union, your mind and body have the chance to concentrate on the growing surge of orgasm as the veins and arteries of the body expand and bulge with your life force, heightening the need. Your body heaves, and your fingers bite into the mantling flesh of your Lover’s back at the exertion of crushing your climactic declarations to remain monastically mute. Your lungs are ballooning, nearly bursting in restraint. Tiny stars flash and sparkle behind your clenched eyelids. 

Your body begins to buck in rebellion, the screams demanding to be released alongside your burgeoning orgasm. The muscles of your face ache in scrunched concentration as you attempt to withhold your voice while simultaneously releasing your body into the hands of your euphoria. Your Love is relentless in their pursuit of your mutual release. You seize the pillow from under your head, smothering it to your face in order to dampen the expletives no longer content to remain subdued in the fury of your climax. 

Third challenge. Your bodies are laboring, every muscle compact and rigid as you fight to control your movements, keeping your rhythm succinct with each slight impact. Thrusting in and out, back and forth, the thick ridge sliding, teasing, demanding over the g-spot, the fevered button directly linked to the intense feminine orgasm. Can you keep from making a single utterance as your bodies surpass the veil of consciousness and rupture into glittering stardust? 

Attempting not to disturb the slumbering gods nor break the injunction for silence, one hand crams the downy fluff of the pillow into your mouth while the other savagely clutches your Love as your bodies churn until your souls burst into mist amid your stifled groans and moans. Nerves quiver at the pent-up release, muscles strain to regulate your body’s frantic drive, and lips purse as you slowly, slowly, breathe out.

Sapped of all strength and energy, you collapse, unsure if you deserve the triumphant euphoria swirling in unseen colors around you. Your mind turns. Had the walls detected your secret tryst? Your Love drops onto the mattress beside you, and the bed gives a loud squeak in protest. You cock an ear, harkening for the barest creak of floorboards or any exterior babel, heralding the walls awakening. Hoping the bed’s disapproval has been the most audible sound issuing from your sanctuary, you relax into the damp sheets. 

Your Love pulls you close as you both fall into breathless giggles like errant teenagers. Because nothing matters more than cuddling in the afterglow, you ignore the glistening sweat covering your bodies, nestling together as your bodies cool and your erratic pulse finds its accustomed tempo. Barely perceptible whispers and the gentle “mwa” of tender kisses float about the room like flickering fireflies. With a tranquil sigh, you roll onto your side, facing the edge of the bed while your Love curls behind to spoon you, wrapping their entire being around your frame. Their protective arms hold you fast as if to absorb and draw your very soul within their own. 

As you drift into the land of dreams, you take the flesh of your right forearm between the thumb and forefinger of your left hand, pinching down hard with your nails. You wince. The resulting pain assures you that your experience was very much in the physical world and not fantasy as a guest in Morpheus’s kingdom. A smile creases your cheeks and crinkles the corners of your eyes in sheer happiness. As your mind floats into dreamland, you are grateful for your Love’s tight embrace lest you defy gravity and glide away to dance among the stars in absolute unmitigated delirium. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie