I’ve been wanting to participate in Kink of the Week for a while now but when I remembered to check either the topics were not ones that interested me or I had been too late getting to it. I like that now each topic is open for two weeks. Although, here I am on the evening of the very last day writing my post. Some things will never change!
This week’s topic is dirty talk. First thought that came to mind was the Poison song, Talk Dirty to Me. Interesting thing about that song though is that there is no actual dirty talk in it. It’s all about keeping it private, where nobody else can hear.
‘Cause baby we’ll be
At the drive-in
In the old man’s Ford
Behind the bushes
‘Til I’m screamin’ for more
Down the basement
Lock the cellar door
Talk dirty to me
I guess that’s the whole point of it though isn’t it? It is “dirty” after all and we wouldn’t want people to think less of us because we like dirty things, indecent and offensive things, or that we at least like talking about them.
I love dirty talk. I love when it is being said to me by my partner during times we are intimate or scening. I love it being growled in my ear or thrown at me accusingly. Next to pinching my nipples dirty talk is the quickest way to get me wet and dripping. I do have a problem with it though. I suck at dishing it out. I know I shouldn’t have any issue with it, but I do. I can say any number of things when writing here but to say it out loud, in person, is beyond difficult.
I think it has to do with the context. When I write something it isn’t real. Well, it can be real, but I’m not really writing for any particular person other than myself. There is no judgment when I say dirty things here. If I write about a character telling her boy toy how she wants to fuck him hard with her strap-on until he begs for mercy, that’s just writing. When I am speaking to my partner it is real. It is face to face, or crotch or ear or back of the head depending on our positioning. I am saying it to a real live person who will respond to my words in that moment. What if he laughs? What if I go too far? It has happened before.
A few years ago I met The Dentist online. It was a dating site and we seemed to hit it of quite well. We talked about all sorts of things, from our families to our sexual preferences. We shared our fantasies and desires with each other. One night while we were texting he asked me to share a fantasy of mine. I shared one, which I wrote about here, and even though he said it sounded erotic at the time he stopped talking to me after that. Eventually we talked again and he admitted that the fantasy was too much for him, he wasn’t that kinky. What he thought was too much I thought was just a beginning.
Dirty Boy is fantastic at dirty talk. FANTASTIC! Once he starts he keeps going until I’ve come completely undone. The dirtier, the more outrageous, the better. It really gets me excited. Names are ok… cunt, slut, whore or whatever… but there’s more to it than that. It’s the context behind the name calling, the story he weaves that goes with it. It’s the “good girls don’t like things like this, but you aren’t a good girl are you, you like these things don’t you” aspect that get’s me going. I couldn’t begin to tell you the things he says because it is always different.
One night recently we were in bed, me naked, him fully dressed, and he started playing with my cunt. I was wet but I wasn’t soaking, dripping wet. He noticed and started in with some dirty talk. I responded right away. My juices began to flow and my clit began to get that tell-tale tingle. Funny enough, I think he started by telling me what a dirty girl I was.