December 2021 (continued)

Talking Dirty (continued)

Talking dirty to my lover during sex is one of my biggest turn-ons. Sometimes I like to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, other times I scream them. Some people have accused me of being a regular Chatty Cathy in bed, but I've found that verbalizing the sexual fantasies going through my head while I'm making love brings me to a quick, mind-blowing orgasm every time.

When it comes to hot talk, some are natural born storytellers, but others need encouragement. Aural sex, like all other forms of sex, requires a bit of experimentation to find out what turns you on and what cools you down. The most important rule is to speak freely. Many times I've whispered, "Talk to me," in my lover's ear, only to be greeted with silence. Later, I've discovered that he didn't know what to say or was afraid he might say the wrong thing. Well, you'll never know what works if you keep your mouth shut.

One way to drum up ideas for conversation during copulation is to have a sexy talk before you get between the sheets. Sharing sex fantasies over a glass of wine is a good place to start. Have your partner describe a scene that really turns him or her on. It might be a full-blown erotic fairytale complete with a specific setting and a cast of characters. Or it might be something sensuous and simple, just involving the two of you in a romantic setting. Listen carefully, so you can pour all this sexy information back into your lover's ear the next time you're hooking up.

Simply describing what's happening while you're having sex is also an excellent aphrodisiac. Try giving a play-by-play description of how wet she is, how hard you are, how many fingers are going inside, or how hungry your mouth is. And don't forget to say their name (and make sure it's the right one!). As you get to know your partner, you'll discover whether they like raunchy commentary or sweet poetry. Again, the most important thing is to just let the words flow. Don't police your sentences. Feel free say something…anything. Afterwards, keep the lines of communication open. Talk about what's hot and what's not while you're still in each other's arms.

The very first time I slept with Justin, I was the one being the loudmouth. As he slipped in and out of me, I not only moaned and groaned, but called out his name, begged for him to do me harder, screamed at him about my impending orgasm, and flowered my remarks with lots of "that's it, baby" and "oooh, yeah!" His verbal repertoire consisted of some heavy breathing and one barely audible groan when he came. It was a completely satisfying fuck, but I wanted more.

We began seeing each other, and, after a few more hot and heavy sessions, he commented on my red-hot prose.

"Do you always talk so much during sex?" he asked.

"Actually, I was trying to control myself!" I laughed. "But I could never be as quiet as you."

We started talking about talking dirty, and it turned out that this guy was full of fantasy material. Unfortunately, an ex-girlfriend once told him to "please stop babbling" during sex, and he's kept his mouth shut ever since. It was such a relief to know that all he needed was the green light and the audio erotica would start flowing!

The next night we started making out on the couch. He had his arms around me, caressing my breasts through my sheer black blouse. He began talking softly…

"Your breasts are so beautiful…full and warm…and your nipples are so hard. So hard for me, right?" I nodded. He began touching my nipples, gently at first, while he described how beautiful they were, how beautiful I was. Then he unbuttoned my shirt and reached his hand inside my black lace bra. He lightly squeezed one nipple then the other between his fingers, all the while telling me what he was going to do to me next.

"I'm going to go inside you. But before I do, I have to make you ready."

I tipped my head back against the sofa, closed my eyes and listened to his plan of action. With only a few words off his lips, I was already dripping wet.

"I'm going to suck your tits," he continued, "suck them until you scream. Then I'm going to slide my hand down between your legs –– and you'd better be wet for me. I'm going to finger you with one, two…all my fingers. I want you to spread your legs wide for me, wider than you ever spread them for anyone else, so I can watch my fingers slide in and out. I want to see your hard clit, I want you to show it to me, so I can lick your clit and play your pussy with my hand at the same time. Would you like that?"

"Yes, yes, yes, Just…in," I begged. "Please do me like that." By this time I was so turned on I thought I would come just from hearing him talk and feeling him squeeze my boobs. I put my hand between my legs and started rubbing myself through my jeans, but he grabbed my wrist.

"Don't you dare touch yourself, you little tramp," he commanded. "Bad girls like you have to learn to wait to get some."

Hearing him call me a tramp just about sent me through the roof! Although I would never stand for that kind of insult in my daily life, it really turned me on in this sexual situation. Finally, our talk was truly getting dirty.

"And what are you going to do for me, Kendra?" he asked. "How are you going to please me, babe?"

I was so hot, I was gasping for breath. My mind was spinning and there were so many things I wanted to do to him, but I remained quiet on purpose, waiting for him to drag it out of me.

"What are you going to do?" he said with a tight smile. "…what?" he squeezed my nipple until the words came tumbling out of me in near stream-of-consciousness:

"I want to kiss you and hold you and suck you. I want to take the head in my mouth and slowly, slowly with my tongue circle around and around. I want to taste you so bad. And I'm going to take it all, as much as you can give me. I'm going to suck you off so hard, until you can't stand it anymore."

"That's what I like to hear, babe," he said, reaching down and unzipping my jeans. The next thing I knew we were on the floor, wildly ripping each other's clothes off. His mouth was on mine, his tongue slipping over my tongue, while our hands popped buttons and undid belt buckles. With my jeans and panties down around my ankles, I felt his fingers plunge into me, I let out a shriek of ecstasy. As he had promised, he started making tiny circles on my clit with his tongue while he worked my pussy. Over and over, he licked the rock-hard bud of my clit, bringing me right to the edge, only stopping to make me tell him how it felt.

"It feels soooo good. Lick me, Reese. Please don't stop licking me. Just run your tongue all over my hungry pussy."

I could feel the rush of orgasm spread through my body and I started to shake. "Come for me, Kendra," he ordered. Almost instantly I let myself go. I locked my legs around his head and orgasmed for what seemed like forever.

Without giving me a moment to recover, he straddled my chest and aimed his erection at my mouth. I was still hyperventilating from my mind-blowing orgasm. And now, being made to suck while I could barely breathe was incredibly exciting.

"That's it babe, take it all," he whispered hoarsely. He reached down and held my hair while he lurched towards my throat. Eagerly I licked and sucked, taking every inch of him inside my mouth. He told me how pretty I looked with him between my lips, and what a good bad girl I was. I watched him tilt his head back and start to breathe that certain way he does when he's close to orgasm, moaning out these words:

"You're so hungry, aren't you?" I managed to gasp out a yes, between sucks.

And I was. With a deep groan, he exploded. Then he lay down on top of me and stroked my hair, working his fingers through some sticky tangles, until our breathing had returned to normal. With utter sincerity, he confessed how good it felt to be verbally uninhibited with another person, and how talking out loud really intensified his orgasm. I agreed one hundred percent.

Now Justin and I have all kinds of stores we tell each other. Sometimes we're quiet and just let our bodies do the talking, but other times, we whip up elaborate descriptions that would turn the world on its ear.

–– Kendra B.