I can’t help it. Sometimes, I get so into a situation that it just happens. Don’t mean to say that I talk too much; as a matter of fact, I feel like I’ve really mastered the art of dirty talk. I have always been a vocalizer, in one way or another.
Not out loud. Hubby’s pretty conservative so if I started talking like a sailor (hey…wait a minute…I was a sailor), he’d probably be a little disgusted.
Of course, telling you what they want and where they want it does not necessarily involve dirty talk. For example:
“Lick me! No, higher! Higher!! YES!! RIGHT THERE!! DON’T STOP!! DON’T STOP!!!”
Not one lick (if you’ll pardon the expression) of dirty talk in that sentence. Even if she said, “Lick my clitoris”, that’s not “dirty”, merely anatomical.
Aerate my volcanic ash hole, baby. You make me feel so alluvial.
No one satisfies my leaching requirement like you.
Stick your lithorelict deep in my rootbed.
Loess. Loess! LOESS!
Now chisel tillage my backfurrow. That’s right.
That’s just the top dressing I needed to complete my nitrogen cycle.
I can’t believe our apparent cohesion. I’m so glad I’m no longer a loam.
That what you had in mind?
Sexuality takes me into (or perhaps back to) a state of undefended openness that for me is diametrically opposite to the “I’m-a-worldly-grownup-now-I-use-cuss-words” toughened up self that first learned to say “fuck”.
My language and mood and mode is more childlike. Not gooey babytalk, but giggly-playful. Me and she probably sound like a couple of 7-year-olds in conversation more than we resemble a pair of porn stars:
“Hmm, pretty skins!”
“Yeah, you like? Good! I like you watching like that with such big eyes”
“How about touchings? And nibblings?”
“Oooh…better than ice cream. You’re giving me gasps and yummies.”
Dinsdale, that’s the most IGNEOUS reply I’ve read in a long time! I’m glad you’re not just lurking SEDEMENTARY on the sidelines, and are posting messages of truly METAMORPHIC proportions.
Dinsdale, that’s the most IGNEOUS reply I’ve read in a long time! I’m glad you’re not just lurking SEDEMENTARY on the sidelines, and are posting messages of truly METAMORPHIC proportions.
I was invited to dinner at the home of friends of friends (i.e. people I didn’t really know.) While helping out in the kitchen I found myself suddenly staring at the sentence, “Fuck my pussy with your huge love pump.” They had the erotic version of the magnetic poetry set, and apparently it was a source of much amusement.
Dirty talk during sex? Yes, yes, and HELL yes! Not a necessity, but DAMN it’s good. On the other hand, I’ve tried to coerce a couple of people into it a few times. The results were…unseemly.
BTW, I also have erotic magnetic poetry on my fridge. Should I take it down before I invite over my prospectives?
Listening to it is fine, and even exciting sometimes. But I cannot talk dirty myself. I don’t think the speech production area of my brain works quite right. Especially when I’ve got much better things to think about.
As for the OP, well, my hubby likes it, so I do it for him occasionally. It can actually be satisfying/stimulating at times for me, too, but not as much as for him. I also DON’T want to hear some phrases, etc. come out of his mouth when we’re “engaged.”
But, see, we both agree that there are times when we are “making love”, or “just having sex” or sometimes that other word. So it depends on the context.
It would depend if you want your partner to talk to you that way or your partner wants it…
So, could you imagine if I liked my partner talking that way? A hearing woman would have to grab the paper & pen & write: ‘oh, handy, do it more, do it more’, then I would have to read it: ‘oh, handy, do it more, do it more’…then we would probably laugh & that would be it for the day.
I only talk during sex when I am drunk, and then it’s not particularly profane, just stuff like ‘You like that?’ etc. I don’t mind hearing similar talk, but it’s hard for it to not be funny or a turn-off for me.
There was this one girl I knew who talked dirty during sex, and I really wished she wouldn’t - stuff like ‘I want to come all over your cock’ really did nothing for me, sounded fake and rehearsed - and when she said something about my ‘tube-steak’ with it’s ‘creamy filling’ I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing, and I was a bit grossed out. A word of explanation - I do not like involving food with sex. Flavored oils are OK, but no whipped cream, sticky sauces, etc. The whole tube-steak/creamy-filling thing was just gross to me.