I’m so fucking noisy. [FM]

What the title says. I’m so fucking noisy and I should be more embarrassed. I should try harder to be quieter. But ¯_(ツ)_/¯

I’m 30F, 5’3″, petite, athletic with thick as fuck thighs (certified Horse Girl™) and perky D-cups that sit high on my chest with small, perfect nipples. I have tats and glasses and bangs and I don’t shave anything. Whatever. I’m hot in an alty way.

I share a cute little house with two other sweethearts. We get along. One is a good friend, Tera – she’s a darkly funny, creative, sexy queer woman. We dated, briefly, before moving in as housemates and deciding against continuing to fuck. She does pole and works at the strip club and I love finding her vinyl g-strings accidentally mixed in with my laundry.

Jake is a guy neither of us knew before we moved in, but he’s lovely. He’s a few years older, sweet, intense, gentle, anxious. He has soft dark eyes and an amazing jawline. And, as I found out while we were watching TV with the heating turned up too high, an incredible body when he takes his shirt off. Abs for days.

It’s not necessarily that I want to fuck those two. I’m a stupid slut, but I like my house peaceable, you know? But I certainly don’t mind the thought that they might think about fucking me. Or me fucking.

My room is bordered on one side by the lounge, on another side by the hallway that joins the kitchen. Above my room is a little loft space that we use as a guest room. The walls may as well be made of cardboard for all the sound-blocking they do. From my room, I can hear everything on the TV in the lounge. I can hear whenever someone opens the fridge. I can hear whole conversations, clear as day. And they can hear me.

I’m getting hornier as I get older and I love it. I love indulging myself, sinking into that deep pool of pleasure, any chance I can get. I work from home and I fuck myself on my lunch break, face-down, gasping and drooling against my pillow. I glide my glass dildo into my tight pussy as my housemates make sandwiches. I make videos of me cumming and moaning while my housemates watch movies three metres away through the flimsy wall.

And I fuck a lot. I’m poly. I fuck my big-dick boyfriend, arch my back and beg him to breed me. I fuck my girlfriend, my strap-on harness low and tight around my hips as I work my silicone cock into her slow and deliberate. I put my hand over her mouth to quiet her even as I remember panting and howling as my out-of-town fuck buddy bends me forward over the bed, slaps my ass, grabs my hips and growls at me to come for him as he rails me. I fuck friends, exes, new lovers. I fuck slow, sensuous, clinging. I fuck hard and the room reverberates with the noise of flesh slapping against flesh. I fuck when we have guests staying in the loft above me. I fuck when my friends are still sitting up in the lounge, drinking beer, playing board games.

I cum loud. I cum with his head buried between my thighs, lapping at my clit. I cum with three of her fingers in me and her mouth on mine. I cum with cock inside me, with his cum inside me, with my dildo inside me. I cum smoking bowls. I cum so much my sheets are permanently a mess.

Tera and Jake hear me. How could they not? Even when I’m being quiet all alone, I’m still gasping, whispering ‘oh fuck’ with a hoarse voice. When I have company, I can’t stay quiet. I’m too busy grunting as every thrust hits my cervix or moaning low with longing when I’m not given what I want. I’m busy yelping as yet another hand/paddle/flogger connects with my ass. I’m busy with my lungs heaving as sweat pools between my tits and every strum of my clit makes me choke out: oh god, holy fuck.

And then I see my housemates in the hallway in the morning, my hair knotted and my lips swollen, my ass stinging and bruised. I blink and grin at Jake through sleepy eyes as he shuffles through the kitchen making coffee. Tera and I hug when she comes in to make breakfast and I know that under my gown there is cum drying on my chest. Sometimes she looks at me funny, sideways, and smiles, “Did you have a good night?”

I like my housemates knowing how much of a slut I am. I like that I can’t possibly hide it, so may as well embrace it.

I secretly hope they like it, too.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pdzu8q/im_so_fucking_noisy_fm