He looks into me.
Leaning forward, he stares with an adorable, inquisitive expression.
Sweetly attentive, he nods while listening...
...or reading rather...
Living next to a school for the deaf, I've been coming into contact with several men and women who are hearing impaired. I drive more carefully, for my horn could be useless. More often, I have to write down my dialogue to communicate. But, of all changes, I didn't expect to find them so beautiful.
There's something about having my lips read that makes a person more attractive. Or maybe, its their quest to be understood me that resonates with me. It could be the excitement that follows after "getting it", when my interpretation matches exactly what he is trying to say. It's a cute game of charades.
Lately, I've been wondering what it would be like to have sex with someone deaf. Through my imagination, I ponder the role of sound in sex. How would he read my pleasure when words and moans run dry? What silent stimulus am I missing out on due to my busy ears? I'm very interested in what could happen.
What sounds would I make if I knew no one could hear me?
Louder? Higher? Nothing?
What would (s)he sound like cumming?
Afterall, (s)he's deaf not mute...
I have to know.