“But she made the most exquisite noises during lovemaking. . . “ a friend was telling me as he described the things he loved about his ex girlfriend.
First I giggled.
Then I groaned.
I am not a noisemaker.
I am actually relatively quiet.
A sigh here. A little moan there. But nothing too ostentatious.
My lovers can testify to this.
The marked exception is when I feel the BIG O coming on.
Then I’m full of comments and directions.
I am also well noted for liking to say my lover’s name out loud, over and over again.
But I do usually pause before saying any name and question myself, “Is this the right name? Yes? Then proceed.”
So far, I have managed to always say the right name.
At Burning Man, this can be a problem, however.
I know people by their playa names and somehow screaming out “Synergy” or “Panther” during sex seems very comical.
The other day, I was fooling around with someone.
We’ll call him Wiseguy.
And the last thing I could do was scream THAT out.
So I stopped ALL THE ACTION.
And I said, “Wait! I don’t even know your name!”
Sort of ironic, here we are engaging in casual sex and I can’t proceed without a name.
“It’s Ethan,” he told me.
“Oh, ok,” I replied.
“I’m gonna come.”