I’d Like to Have a Word With You . . .
Most of us (hopefully) understand that arousal and sex are far more intricate than simple stimulation of one’s gonads. It’s a head game, one in which our most pleasurable experiences often happen mentally instead of physically. It’s with this in mind that I want to talk about the “talk dirty to me” effect.
I’m a pacifist through and through. I rarely get angry (in front of those I’m angry with) and can’t recall the last time I raised my voice at someone. Some testoto-macho guys out there might say I’m a pussy for this, that I’m not endowed with that which ‘makes a man a man.’
Fuck that, I say… I’m happy in my own skin. I also happen to know what women like…..
So anyway… on to the story.
There came a time when Cecilia and I were making love one night, and as it often does, the activity quickly escalated into full throttle fucking. I mean ass-slapping, grunting, sweaty fucking, the type that would, if seen by most conservative old schoolmarms, would kill them on the spot.
While I was gripping her heaving sides and pinching her nipples, she said to me, breathlessly, “Talk dirty to me, baby!”
I didn’t know what to do. I don’t normally talk that way. Sure, I employ a healthy complement of foul-mouth, four letter words when talkin’ smack with my boys, but I couldn’t recall a time in which I spoke crassly to a woman, let alone my dear wife.
Perplexed, I asked for some clarification. The instruction I got was just enough to TEACH me to wear a new hat during sex (when the mood dictates of course): dirty talkin’ mother fucker.
At first, I was a bit shy, thinking that I sounded silly in my efforts to be dirtier than I’d normally be with her. She helped me though, by responding instantaneously. The minute I accompanied my periodic spanks of her ass while nailing her from behind with “you like that, huh? you want some more of that,” she had an orgasm THAT instant. She changed from her normal, squiring damn-this-feels-good self to a full-on writhing bundle of orgasmorated, transmogrified climax. I mean, like THAT.
We were on to something, and I promised myself to explore this terribly fascinating effect on my wife again in the future. After months and months of this, I have learned exactly what words, tone and volume set her off like a firecracker.
Cecilia is certainly a rare creature, IMHO, but she’s enough like ‘every-woman’ for the following suggestions, guys, to try on your own girl. IF she’s interested in the idea, here’s some tips on how to talk dirty like a pro. Remember, what words for Cecilia might be totally out of the question for you two. Some of our no-no’s might be right on the money for you two, so talk about it FIRST and experiment together.
Do NOT, I repeat: DO NOT begin talking dirty to your girlfriend or wife like this without announcement, unless you’re 100% sure she’s going to like it.
Here’s a stream-of-consciousness dirty talk for you: “You like that, huh? You like that you dirty little slut? You like it when I pound you with my big, thick cock… slamming it into your pussy all wet and juicy… yeah? Want some more? [slap ass] Want me to fuck you some more and cum for you?”
I refuse to use the word ‘whore.’ It just sounds ugly and demeaning. ‘Slut,’ however, is less abrasive and rude (in our opinion). Your mileage may vary.
If you’re new to dirty-talking, don’t be intimidated. Try it, and be prepared to feel silly at first. Keep your eyes on the prize that if your woman likes this, you’ve just discovered a new sexual organ that could very well outlast all of your other appendages: your voice.





March 25th, 2006 at 9:13 pm
If announcing that you’re about to start talking with a potty-mouth sounds to you like it will dull the moment, try introducing your dirty talk gradually. Start off with a running commentary about how the sex is progressing (”You’re so wet.” ; “You’re so tight.”) or try asking questions (”How does that feel?”). Gauge her reaction before you start the name calling and sailor talk. If she starts talking back and encouraging you, try stepping it up. You never know - she may have a dirtier mouth than you do. And we all know what happens to bad girls with dirty mouths…
March 25th, 2006 at 10:41 pm
Just to corroborate what Alain’s saying . . . it’s completely true. I don’t know what it is about dirty talk, but when Alain starts with it, it’s pretty much guaranteed I’m going to cum within seconds.
He doesn’t talk dirty every time– he’s good at gauging when I want it. When we’re going at it like wild animals, he knows I want him to talk dirty. But other times I just want soft love-making, and calling me a slut at that point would ruin the moment
I’m too much of a wienie to talk back, though. I try, but pretty much all that comes out is, “Yeah!” It seems like when we’re having sex, I’m painfully aware of my voice and what it sounds like.
And the previous comment has great suggestions.