I’m 23. And up until a few weeks ago, everyone saw me as the “good girl.” Polite. Neat. Innocent. The kind of girl who never raises her voice — let alone moans loud enough to wake a student house.

But then I broke up with my boyfriend of three years. My first everything. It was safe, sweet… and completely vanilla. I wanted more. I needed to feel something real.

A couple weeks later, I matched with a guy on Tinder. Confident, playful, effortlessly hot. We ended up in his bed. He lived in a shared house, so he turned the TV up. “There are people home,” he said. “Try to be quiet.”

I tried. But when he started fucking me, all that “good girl” stuff flew out the window.

I moaned. I gasped. I came. Loud. Way louder than the TV.

Two days later, he sent me a voice note: “Don’t be mad, but… listen to this.”

He’d left his phone under the pillow — and accidentally recorded everything.

I was pissed at first. Didn’t speak to him for a day. But later that night, I gave in. Alone in my room, I hit play.

And what I heard? Me. The real me. The way I sounded being taken. The way he breathed. The way I came. I got soaking wet. Played it again. Touched myself to it.

And suddenly, I wasn’t angry anymore. I was addicted.

I told him. We met up again. That weekend, we fucked three times. I recorded every one.

And yeah — his roommates were home again. Which made it even better.

Later he said, “You sound like a pornstar.” Then he looked me in the eye and said: “You kinda look like one too. Wanna film it?”

I said yes.

Now we have tapes. Raw, real, and loud. We posted one audio anonymously — and people loved it.

Now I’m thinking… Should I share more?

I may have looked like the quiet girl. But this… this is who I really am.