An Aural Fucking Symphony

I enjoy Aural Pleasures.

I want to see men's pleasure, but I want to HEAR men's pleasure even more!

I get so excited hearing a man come.

I want to hear the sounds of men enjoying sex. I want to hear their breathing change, hisses, sighs. I want groans and moans. I want to see their eyes close, their small secret smiles of lust-drunk pleasure, their faces twist in delicious agony.

I want to see their head rolling back into the sofa, their faces going slack as they let go, like when Susan Sarandon's character Nora gives a blow job to James Spader's caracter Max in the movie White Palace: my first on-screen sex scene where I saw a man's face surrender to pleasure. I want to watch their sweaty, intense and so-into-it faces (Luke HotRod comes to mind, so hot!). I want open mouths and contorted faces, straining necks and big desperate moans.

I want to hear them say more, more, yes, like that, mmmmmm, you taste so good, slow down, your skin is so soft, I like that. I want to hear them give directions and enthusiastic compliments. I want to see their mouths open in soft ahhhs and roars of fierce sharp pleasure.

I get so excited hearing a man come. I want to hear a symphony of men grunting and kissing, sucking and being sucked, expressing appreciation and losing control.

Dear Erika, I want a fucking symphony of men showing and sounding their sexual pleasure. Make my confession come to life, please!