There’s a serious stigma around women being loud in the bedroom, but if you ask me, that’s total BS. I’m loud AF when I’m fooling around, and I’m proud of it!
- There’s a time and a place for keeping it down. If you’re sneaking around your roommates, parents, or anyone else who could potentially overhear some R-rated noises, it’s totally legit to watch the volume. I have been in plenty of situations where I had to bite my tongue (or a pillow) to keep the moans from coming. Attempting to stifle your sounds might be sexy at first, but unless there’s a real reason to be quiet, I don’t bother.
- Watching his reaction makes me feel like the hottest woman in the world. I’ve never met a guy who didn’t think a woman letting everything out during sex wasn’t the sexiest thing she could possibly do. Guys love to know they’re rocking our world, and knowing that my screams will send my guy over the edge into his own orgasm is the best kind of power.
- If I can’t get into it, moaning might help. There have been times when I’m just not in the mood to fool around but he insists on getting hot and heavy anyway. Call me crazy, but when I allow myself to make the sounds I’d be making if I were really into whatever we’re doing, it can help put me in that headspace. I am NOT condoning faking orgasms, but making some noises can help put you in the mood if it’s taking some extra time.
- Different bases have different effects. My boyfriend could pick my moans out of a voice lineup, but there isn’t just one unique to me. I have different sounds I make depending on exactly what’s going on, and that just makes everything more fun. My heavy breathing when we start to kiss and touch is nothing like the soft moan when I’m getting close, and neither of those compares to the scream when my entire body lets go. It’s like multiple parts of the same song, and I belt that crap out every time.
- If I’m not enjoying myself, he’ll know. I’m all for communicating about what’s working and not working in the bedroom, but that doesn’t mean it’s not awkward to tell a guy that I’m not digging what he’s doing. Since I’m insanely loud when I’m into it, if I’m not feeling it, it will be clear as day. We can skip the weird talking about it part and move right to finding something else that’s going to float my boat.
- The more sounds, the merrier. I always surprise myself with the things that come out of my mouth during a hookup. Sometimes I can totally tell what’s coming and I stick to my standard crescendo as I get closer to my climax. Other times, though, something happens that I didn’t expect, which I welcome. Sex is different every time so why shouldn’t my sounds be the same?
- I feel confident AF in the bedroom. My willingness to express my sexuality and what I get in return from guys has given me way more confidence than I ever imagined I would have. Being free to make the noises my body can’t help during moments of intensity is a freedom that is unmatched by anything else. When I’m letting those sounds escape my lips, I feel like I can do anything.
- Being loud shows him it’s OK to do it too. It’s common knowledge that guys like when their woman makes sounds during sex, but for some reason, they forget it goes both ways. It’s SUPER hot when a guy is vocal in bed and yet, few of them dare to do it. Whoever said it makes them less of a man had clearly never seen how much harder a girl cums when she hears her guy moan. My comfort letting loose helps him do the same and it’s a win-win for us both.
- We use our voices to express pain so why not pleasure? It’s a natural reaction when something bad happens to cry, scream or scoff in anger, just like we can’t help but laugh when we find something funny. When you’re being taken care of in the bedroom and your entire body is on the best ride ever, it should be the same thing. Some women laugh when they orgasm and others sound like an animal under attack but either way, we’re letting it out.
- There’s no denying he rocked my world if I’m hoarse the next day. The feeling of waking up with a sore body is one of the best because it’s proof the night was one for the books. When my throat is also killing me, I know I didn’t keep my enjoyment to myself, but I shared it with him as well. It’s the tell-tale sign we did something right, and it usually means he’ll be coming back for more.
