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" Here are some of the most interesting/funniest/WTF-...right?/surprising things D. has said during a hook-up: &amp;quot;Your lips are getting in the way.&amp;quot; (I don&amp;#039;t think I have to tell you he wasn&amp;#039;t talking about the ones on my face.)  &amp;quot;Oh man! I was, like, two inches to the right. Did you notice?&amp;quot; (Uh, yeah, I noticed considering my thigh is not packed with thousands of nerve endings.)  &amp;quot;Mmmm boobs!&amp;quot; immediately followed by, &amp;quot;Oh, nipple hair.&amp;quot; (Two years later and I still can&amp;#039;t think about that without cringing.)  &amp;quot;He got a haircut!&amp;quot; (He=D.&amp;#039;s junk.)  &amp;quot;Hold on, I&amp;#039;m gonna burp.&amp;quot;  But of all the wacky things that have come out of his mouth, the strangest had to have been this: absolutely nothing. Having sex with someone who&amp;#039;s being completely silent is weird. (Spoiler Alert: D. lasted the entire session, I didn&amp;#039;t even come close) I think it has to do with my need for feedback, which, during sex, often comes in the form of moans, grunts, oohs, ahhs, or &amp;quot;That feels so good&amp;quot;. And not getting that definitely threw me off.  D. and I agreed to take the challenge very literally: Silent sex meant not a peep from either of us. As if we were sharing a hotel room with someone else and that guy was possibly still awake, but we couldn&amp;#039;t wait any longer to get it on. (I&amp;#039;m, uh, you know, just speaking hypothetically here. That definitely didn&amp;#039;t happen a few months ago after a wedding D. and I went to. Nope, definitely not.)  We were sitting on the couch in his living room, which happens to share a wall with his naggy neighbor (extra motivation to keep quiet!) and I pulled off my underwear and straddled D., hoping that I could surprise him into letting out a &amp;quot;Wow!&amp;quot;. He didn&amp;#039;t fall for it, just smiled a big grin and grabbed my ass through my skirt.  I kept trying to unzip his pants, but he resisted and instead managed to get his hands under my skirt and up in my business. And then, dear readers, came one of the best finger-banging sessions this blogger has ever experienced. I am now determined to only get manually stimulated while I&amp;#039;m sitting on top of D. with him sitting as well. It was the perfect recipe. I was able to somewhat control the amount of pressure simply by lowering or raising my body, plus I was in a great position to lift up my shirt, pull my bra aside and shove my breast in his mouth. In other words, I was in the driver&amp;#039;s seat. I ended up being perched on my shins, which were stationed on either side of his legs, holding on to the back of the couch and pressing down on/forward into his hand.  So, you won&amp;#039;t be surprised to hear that I started moaning. Very quietly at first, but as soon as I realized I&amp;#039;d lost the game, really loudly. So loudly, in fact, that D. apparently got nervous I would rouse our nosy neighbor, because he put his hand over my mouth. I never realized how hot that was, but something about him trying to keep me quiet with one hand while he simultaneously tried to make me moan with the other drove me wild. Actually, it drove me right to an orgasm.  Immediately after, I went for his pants again and this time he let me.  &amp;quot;Reset,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Not a sound from you.&amp;quot;  We ended up having sex sitting up on the couch with me teasing the hell out of him\u2014hovering over his tip then lowering myself, moving in circles, leaning back so I was practically perpendicular to his torso and on the coffee table.  Not a sound. Frankly, it was disconcerting. Like I said, sounds are one of the primary forms of positive sex feedback. I guess it paid off for D. though because it just made me try out more and more dirty moves in an attempt to get him to break his silence. Grab the boobs: check. Lean down and lick his nipples: check. Bite his earlobes: check. Reach around and stroke his balls: check. Spread my legs as wide as possible to give him a view: check.  Still no positive feedback.  And then: some positive feedback. But it wasn&amp;#039;t the verbal kind. It was the, um, kind that comes out of a guy&amp;#039;s junk. And really, isn&amp;#039;t that the feedback that really matters?  What&amp;#039;s the craziest thing a guy has ever said to you while having sex? Or the craziest noise he&amp;#039;s ever made? Do you think you two would be able to remain totally silent and master this challenge? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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