Ladies: on behalf of of quiet guys
I get a lot of comments from women that they can't tell what I'm thinking or that they worry that I'm not enjoying myself because I'm quiet and not saying anything. The thing is my brain is normally a fucking mess of stress, anxiety, and mental vomit. One of the best things about good sex is that I'm not thinking a god damned thing. My head is empty so I don't have anything to say. You're gorgeous and I'm drinking that in. You feel amazing and I'm luxuriating in it. I'm in the moment with you and it's beautiful. Unless I'm expressing pain at whatever you're currently doing I'm beyond happy.
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