Haaaa! Comedy gold.
Vinyl’s porn star impression is hilarious and spot on.
Haaaa! Comedy gold.
Vinyl’s porn star impression is hilarious and spot on.
looks around and whistles nonchalantly
Hey. Never rub another man’s rhubarb…
It’s a good way to get me laughing, which isn’t conductive to continuing bedroom performance.
Not into it. I find it juvenile and distracting. I don’t really like any talking at all.
Sometimes I want to make love, sometimes I want to mess around, and sometimes I want to fuck.
So the answer is: sometimes.
Now, see, to me, the term “make love” is much more disgusting than any dirty talk I can think of. Every time I hear it, I want to puke.
As far as insults, that kind of thing doesn’t fall under dirty talk as I’m using it. Rather, it falls under misogyny.
Now, see, to me, the term “make love” is much more disgusting than any dirty talk I can think of. Every time I hear it, I want to puke.
Absolutely.
Make love. We shall MAKE LOVE and it will be fabulous. Like making a birdhouse in woodshop.
I’ll say I don’t like it, but my only experience with it has been porn I’ve seen/heard, and I’ve found it vastly unsexy there. There’s nothing dirty/nasty/deviant/humiliating/degrading about most sex acts to me, and most ‘dirty talk’ I’ve heard seems to imply that what’s going on between the people is all those things, and more sexy because of it. I don’t find off-color words sexy or exciting at all, maybe because I think them and use them every day (I think of my cunt as my cunt, but someone calling it that would be kind of weird. Those of you who think of your bits as ‘vagina’ would probably think it was odd if your lover said ‘give me some of that tight vagina’, right?).
It’s never been a part of my actual sex life, in fact we don’t talk at all.
Make love. We shall MAKE LOVE and it will be fabulous. Like making a birdhouse in woodshop.
Who ever heard of making a birdhouse out of nothing at all?
Depends on my mood. When I’m in the “I’m a dirty girl” mood, I love it. Unfortunately, my husband is a bit on the quiet side in bed. But he’s learning that when I start asking the questions, he’ll answer. Like when I say “Do you like your naughty wife doing XYZ?” he knows to answer “Yes, my naughty wife!” and so on.
I gotta be honest, I don’t quite follow the, “no talking in bed” crowd.
Really? Nothing? Just ‘meet you on the Queen-size in five … we can chat later?’ Do you do it through a hole in the sheet too?
How do you not talk when you’re fucking? Sorry, it just doesn’t register with me.
I gotta be honest, I don’t quite follow the, “no talking in bed” crowd.
Really? Nothing? Just ‘meet you on the Queen-size in five … we can chat later?’ Do you do it through a hole in the sheet too?
How do you not talk when you’re fucking? Sorry, it just doesn’t register with me.
You’re killin me.
ETA: Err, I don’t mean that in a ‘dirty talk’ way. I mean that you have been making me laugh today.
But for serious, though. These people seem to think of sex as a purely physical act. Don’t talk dirty, saying “fuck me” is cruel and hurtful, calling the woman dirty is misogynistic. I can imagine it now. They have a Sexual Gratification Roster, and during the appointed times, they disrobe, have sex quietly, then return to house chores.
But for serious, though. These people seem to think of sex as a purely physical act. Don’t talk dirty, saying “fuck me” is cruel and hurtful, calling the woman dirty is misogynistic. I can imagine it now. They have a Sexual Gratification Roster, and during the appointed times, they disrobe, have sex quietly, then return to house chores.
What’s the line? “Is sex dirty?” “Only if you do it right”
This thread reminds me of this song, “Business Time.”
But for serious, though. These people seem to think of sex as a purely physical act. Don’t talk dirty, saying “fuck me” is cruel and hurtful, calling the woman dirty is misogynistic. I can imagine it now. They have a Sexual Gratification Roster, and during the appointed times, they disrobe, have sex quietly, then return to house chores.
Hee! And god forbid she mistakenly say something. She murmers, “yes” and he abruptly stops, looks at her sternly, displeased, puts on his clothes and walks away.
Worst. Porno. Ever.
I’ve been in a relationship (a marriage, actually) where my bed-partner fiercely disapproved of anything that might be misconstrued as abusive, sexist, unkind, derogatory or otherwise unwholesome.
Much safer, I found out, to stay silent than to risk getting my head chopped off.
I’ve found it’s much better to sleep with people who you don’t have to fuck on eggshells with.
It’s grim, serious business. It’s not fun and games.