One person’s nasty is another person’s weird. Very tough to coordinate levels of dirty talking so that it’s both hot and yet not silly.
One previous GF used to make me laugh, very much contrary to her intent during sex, by saying unwittingly revealing things about her insecurities (“Oh, darling, lick my little tiny titties,” for example, which would always compel me, out of politeness and accuracy, to point out that they weren’t all THAT small, they were a nice size, entirely adequate for my purposes, etc. I wouldn’t really begin such a conversation during sex, of course, but the effort I needed to use to suppress such thoughts made me crack up–which was NOT what she was going for.
Another GF used to feign amazement at the colossal size of my unit–which is a perfectly normal, standard dick-sized dick, so when I’d get “Oh, baby, that’s huge, I don’t know if i can take all that, put it in me slowly please, oh, that’s such a big one, it almost hurts, it’s so big…” I’d be all “Uh, have you got me confused with someone else here?” and again, half-laughing at the erotic jibber-jabber.
Me, personally, I don’t give anything but name, rank and serial number during sex. Well, maybe an instruction or three (“move here a little bit?” , like that.)
I feel ridiculous talking dirty and I don’t find it attractive when someone tries it on me. That said, I’ve had partners who were into it so I did my best, they seemed pleased.
If we’re down to the sexing and you want some dialogue, I’m happy to oblige but it doesn’t really do it for me.
Lovemaking between two partners who love and trust each other, IMO, ought to be an occasion for joy, which includes – fairly demands – occasional laughter. Without it, it just seems like grim, animalistic rutting of the kind you see in porn videos. MHO.
We are pretty much in agreement and I don’t remember taking any crazy pills. Maybe we’re just naturally crazy? Or it’s something in the air/water/environment?
Or it’s, you know, one of those things that’s different for different people (and even different times). Certainly sometimes I mean fucking business, but my husband and I also frequently compete to see who can say the grossest/ funniest/ most random thing during sex. For us, sometimes sex is a pretty goofy affair. Your mileage may (and I would be astonished if it didn’t) vary.
As to the OP: I like talking dirty and hearing what he is doing/ planning on doing to me; my husband likes to hear but doesn’t usually want to say it, so I have to make special requests
Well, it’s never happened, but just thinking about it turns me off.
I dunno. Sex is natural, normal, and kind of beautiful to me. I don’t consider anything about any of the variations of the act ‘bad’ ‘dirty’, ‘nasty’, ‘freaky’ etc. I don’t like to be uncomfortable, and I certainly don’t have any aspects of punishment or humiliation in my sex life. So it would just be weird and gross to have someone curse at me, or act like what we were doing was not normal and pleasurable.
Huh? We must have very different ideas of what dirty talk is. Great, now I’m picturing myself screaming, “You bastard! You’re a horrible person! And your mother dresses you funny! Now fuck me with your tiny dick, goddammit!”
Wow, I can’t believe that I’m in the 1.5% minority. While I’m not opposed to a girl talking dirty, she really has to know how to do it. If it comes out awkward, then it just ends up being funny and not dirty.
For example, I was walking down the street with a girl and whispering nasty things in her ear. She was loving it and started reciprocating. We were both drinking for a while. This wasn’t just pure dirty talk as we were talking about any random subject. The dirty phrases and lines would just randomly flow out in mostly clever ways, like double-entendres and such. Since I sang Coldplay’s “Speed of Sound” earlier during karaoke, I said something like the speed of light is 186,000 feet per second. She responded: “I hope you last like 100 times longer than that!” I immediately started laughing, but had to play it off like I wasn’t laughing at her comment. She really never figured her error.
No you aren’t, unless I’m on them too. Anything remotely similar to giggling, snickering, or chuckling whilst the court is in session is Simply Not To Be Done. Bozo the Clown could be doing sommersaults in the bed with us, I don’t care. No laughing please. We can laugh about Bozo afterwards.
Best bedroom banter was when my gf’s dog appeared interested in hopping onto the bed. I was too busy to notice. My gf yelled, “NO!!! STAY DOWN!!”. Talk about mixed messages.
Years and years ago working in the FSU I met a young lady how despite our nearly 20 year age difference developed a real lust/crush for me. If we ever sat in a restuarant with booths she would be sitting so close to me that I would seriously be crushed against the wall or window.
Now she was a “good girl” a student and not a professional in any way. After a short while the relationship developed to getting down to it. During the bumping stuff together she would get so hot and sweaty that her long hair was soaking wet. She would always want me to talk to her in russian. At that time my russian was very young schoolboy level… and… that turned out to be what most turned her on.
Over the next few months, wow almost a year in fact, I learned more about female sexuality from a young 19 yr old then I have ever learned from women much older than her! Izraschenka? She was something special!
When I figured out what pushed her buttons I was only to happy to oblige. But she has been the only one that talking or talkiing dirty has had any appeal. Beautiful name too Ocksana!
I was once in bed with a recently seperated woman. Her phone rang and me being the gentlemen I was rolled off to let her answer.
The conversation continued as I just kinda spooned her and somewhere along the line she must have noticed I was getting bored so she reached around and helped me back into her while she continued her dirty phone talk with her recently seperated husband!
