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Don’t shy away from ‘dirty talk.’ It’s easier than you think.
It’s no secret that guys love dirty talk, but often, women leave the dirty talk up to their man and don’t turn up the verbal turn-on themselves.
Trust me when I tell you — your man is dying for you to whisper something sexy in his ear. But I understand, sometimes women struggle with what to say.
If you like the idea of turning him on with a little dirty talk but feel awkward and shy about how to get started (without sounding foolish), this article is for you! What I’ve created for you here is a list of dirty things to say to your boyfriend, husband, or that new guy you just started seeing.
I’ll arm you with the knowledge of how to turn your man on and keep you (and sex) on his mind all day long, even when you’re not around.
And just because this is a list of dirty things to say to a guy, doesn’t mean that you can’t put them in a sexy text message or email, too.
1. I love seeing you in a tight pair of jeans.
2. There’s something about seeing you do any kind of physical labor that is a massive turn on.
3. Nothing makes me as turned on as seeing you when you’re angry.
4. Seeing you right after a workout when you are all sweaty is incredible.
5. Looking deep into your blue/green/brown eyes makes me weak at the knees.
6. I need to get you home ASAP!
7. I wish we weren’t out in public. I wish we were alone, know what I mean? (Give your man a sly smile when you say this).
8. I can’t wait to show you what I’m wearing under this … I think you’re going to like it!
9. If you behave until we are alone, then I’m going to do something you will adore. (Again, try smiling slyly when you say this.)
10. I love feeling you on top of me.
11. Feeling you overpower me and dominate me is so damn hot!
12. I wish you could just hold me in your arms all day long.
13. I don’t think there is anything hotter than looking at your face when you’re concentrating.
14. That feels amazing!
15. I love it when you hold my arms over my head.
16. I always get shivers when you grab my hair.
17. There is something insanely hot when I pin you down.
18. Yes, just like that.
19. Don’t stop!
20. Turn over.
21. Kiss me.
22. Get on the bed, now!
23. I want to see what magic you can perform for me tonight. (Perfect as a text message).
Now that you have some examples … warm up your own mind and tap into what turns you on. Then try turning him on with your own dirty talk.
1. Think about what attracts you to him.
What turns you on about your man? It could be his butt, his arms, his face or even his feet. Use this as a starting point to come up with a sexy phrase that lets him know exactly how it makes you feel (no holds barred).
2. Give him a little sneak peek of what’s to come later.
Try some verbal foreplay with your man to describe (in detail) what sexy act you have planned for later. Make it intimate and hot!
3. Tell him what turns you on.
Use your imagination to describe what you would like him to do to you and let him know how much you would like it. So if you’re alluding to making love, let him know how much you enjoy it!
4. Tell him what to do.
A really easy way to use dirty talk while you’re hooking up (or just before) is to give him commands and tell him what to do. Be confident and just shy of aggressive, he will be turned on by your take-charge attitude in bed.
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One night I went to an old town pub in Pasadena. For my sort of friend, Tim’s birthday day party. (See: California Dreamin’ – 1982 to 1984 -Tim’s Wife Donna) I got there late hoping to stop bye, say hello and buy him a few drinks. I spent most of my time talking to most of the girlfriends of our friends and the band while they were taking shots and just partying it up. I mostly just talked to his Tim’s wife, hot Donna. Other than drunk ass Tim I only really knew her from their group.
I decide to take it easy on the drinking tonight because someone needs to be the sober voice of reason at this party.
About 1-1:30am most of his family and friends had left. While at the table talking he makes a comment about how he still hasn’t got his birthday present from his wife.
She tells him not tonight.
“Your just going to get home and fall asleep.”
As their friends make fun of him, she pulls close to me and says that it’s too bad because when she drinks she get really horny. He looks at us and asks what we’re whispering about. She pulls away and tells him that I shouldn’t buy him any more drinks, and that I should buy her some. He agrees and asks if I could be their designated driver. He also says he’ll give me cash to get a cab back to that bar to get my car. I end up driving them home all the while she’s giving me looks that’ll make a young boy cum in his pants. (After that episode in her bathroom, my brain is still reeling.)
We pull into the driveway, he gets out and stumbles his way into the house leaving me and his wife outside. We say our good bye trying to be calm, I walk her to the door.
She tells me to be quiet and leads me through the gate and around back of the house.
With out a word she undoes my belt and pulls out my cock, drops to her knees licks the tip of my cock and balls before sucking me! No words are said. All you can hear is the slurping and slapping of my balls on her chin!! She sucked a good 10 minutes before I came.
Again, without a word she stood up, still playing with my dick, and asked if I would fuck her. She then turned around pulled up her black cocktail dress, bent over the patio rail, looked back at me and asked again. I was in her before she could finish asking. I know it’s wrong but when you’re young recklessness is just part of youth.
Then it got even crazier. She started to moan.
To be outside and that time of night it seemed really loud. What if Tim hears me banging his hot wife?
I reached around to give her my jacket so she can scream and moan into that but when I tried, she grabbed my arm and used that instead! Which she started to bite down hard on. That really hurt, but somehow it got me turned on even more. Well, long story short, there I am, three in the morning, a large bite mark on my arm, and feeling guilty as hell.
We finished and I crashed on their couch for the night. Donna kissed me deeply before she went upstairs to their matrimonial bed. I passed out and woke up early the next morning with a rush of anxiety (It was bad back then when I was young) I hightailed it out of there as fast as I could.
I hung out with them again and nothing ever came of it. I guess Donna just always liked me and we were all young so we did crazy shit.
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US researchers have warned that the availability of sex robots with artificial intelligence (AI) poses a growing psychological and moral threat to individuals and society.
They say the technology is escaping oversight because agencies are too embarrassed to investigate it.
The scientists want action to prevent the unregulated use of such robots.
Dr Christine Hendren of Duke University told BBC News that “the stakes were high”.
“Some robots are programmed to protest, to create a rape scenario,” she said.
“Some are designed to look like children. One developer of these in Japan is a self-confessed paedophile, who says that this device is a prophylactic against him ever hurting a real child.
“But does that normalise and give people a chance to practise these behaviours that should be treated by just stamping them out?”
Dr Hendren was speaking here at the annual meeting of the American Association for the Advancement of Science.
A number of sex robots are advertised online. A US-based firm, Realrobitix, has posted a video marketing its Harmony robot for between $8,000 and $10,000.
It is a life-sized doll which can blink and move its eyes and neck, and also its lips as it talks.
Image copyright REALROBOTIXSpeaking with a Scottish accent, the mannequin says, “if you play your cards right you will have some pleasure and fun coming your way”.
And the firm’s founder and CEO, Matt McMullen explains that Harmony has AI that enables “her” to develop a relationship with the owner.
“She is going to remember things about you, your likes, your dislikes and your experiences,” says Mr McMullen.
Kathleen Richardson, who is a professor of the Ethics and Culture of Robots and AI at De Montfort University in Leicester, wants this kind of marketing outlawed.
“These companies are saying, ‘you don’t have a friendship? You don’t have a life partner? Don’t worry we can create a robot girlfriend for you’.
“A relationship with a girlfriend is based on intimacy, attachment and reciprocity. These are things that can’t be replicated by machines,” she said.
Prof Richardson advises a pressure group that has been set up to monitor the emergence of these products. The campaign against sex robots is working with policy experts to draw up legislation aimed at banning claims that companion robots can be a substitute for human relationships.
“Are we going to move into a future where we keep normalizing the idea of women as sex objects?” she told BBC News.
“If someone has a problem with a relationship in their actual lives you deal with that with other people, not by normalizing the idea that you can have a robot in your life and it can be as good as a person.”
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Are you a sex addict?
What is sex addiction?
Sex addiction, officially referred to by the World Health Organization as Compulsive Sexual Behavior Disorder, looks a lot like alcoholism and drug addiction except the”drug of choice” is sexual fantasy and activity, rather than an addictive substance.
Is addiction a disease? What are the signs of addiction of the sexual nature?
Like all other types of addiction, sex addiction is identified based on three primary criteria:
If you’re like most people, you readily understand the concept of substance addiction. If you are not addicted to anything, yourself (like cigarettes, alcohol, prescription medications, illicit drugs, etc.), you probably know someone who is.
At the very least, you’ve seen relatively accurate portrayals of substance abuse on television and in the movies.
Behavioral addictions — like sex addiction — are usually more difficult to fathom. Nevertheless, people can and do become addicted to behaviors just as often and just as easily as they become addicted to highly pleasurable, self-soothing, and dissociative substances — and with similarly problematic results.
For an active sex addict, sexual fantasies and behavior are priority number one. Sexual activity (either solo or with others) takes place no matter what, regardless of potential or actual consequences.
Often, sex addicts will tell themselves, But before long, they’re right back at it, showing and engaging in the same or very similar behavior.
Sex addicts organize their lives around sexual fantasy and the behaviors that follow. They spend inordinate amounts of time thinking about, planning for, pursuing, and engaging in sexual activity.
Sex becomes an obsession to the point where important relationships, interests, and responsibilities are ignored. Nearly always, sex addicts find themselves living a double life, keeping their sexual acting out hidden and a secret from family, friends, and everyone else who matters to them.
Sex addiction symptoms and patterns of fantasy-driven behavior that are typically exhibited by sex addicts include (but are by no means limited to) the following:
Like other addicts, sex addicts typically use their behavior as a way to “numb out” and escape from stress and emotional (and sometimes physical) discomfort — including the pain of underlying emotional and/or psychological issues like depression, anxiety, early-life trauma, and the like.
In other words, sex addicts don’t use compulsive sexual fantasies and behaviors to feel good and have fun, they use them to feel less (i.e., to distract themselves from what they are feeling). As such, sexual addiction is not about having fun, it’s about controlling what one feels.
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I’m wiping down the counter when Jaz enters the salon. Here is one of the prettiest women I’ve ever met and there’s such a penalty hanging on my head on this one.
It’s not a free tanning session. (I do that one all of the time and they all buy packages) I buy upgrades for the pretty girls I like. This is a brand new situation. This is a foreign lady who has caught me in a comprising position with a girl in the gym and is prepared to expose me on Yelp and social media if I don’t comply with her orders.
It all seems weird to me and I’m having oceans of anxiety about this incident. I wish it all never happened.
I’m wiping down the Alpha 6800 when Jazmin had entered the salon at 7:45. Fifteen minutes before closing. She looks stunning. Vermillion blouse, black pencil skirt, and heels. Her legs are bare and stunning.
“Hi, Charles. How are you?”
“I’m good.” (I want to sound enthusiastic for her so it’s not weird.)
“I’m so tired today.”
“Well corporate America can be a bitch!” (I’ve worked in the corporate rat race since the 80’s, so I really know)
“Well, have you decided?”
“I have.”
“What is you answer, Charles?”
“Yes… You’re lovely Jazmin. How can I refuse your request?”
It’s been an unconventional request but some of the best things in my life have come to me when I least expected them. Actually all of the most magical moments have come to me in unexpected ways.
“So yes… I will do whatever you want, Jazmin”.
God, this girl is on the right side of thirty and really pretty. I can’t believe the crazy things that have happened to me working at this salon.
Thank you Achilles.
The salon is now closed. The silence surrounds me.
Should I turn the music back on?
I decide to leave it off unless Jaz asks for it. I call her Jaz because I’m about to become intimate with a client and it’s wrong.
How can I even say that after what happened between me and Kita? (See: Kita – Reckoning and Double Dip)
Jazmin goes tanning and after about fifteen minutes comes out of the Cadillac. (We call that sunbed that because when it’s closed it looks like the front of an old Caddy.) She looks amazing. Her skin is darker and she’s just gorgeous.
“Where do you want me?”
This is insane.
“Go ahead and have a seat on the sun bed in room 9.”
I can just get down on my knees to do the deed.
I actually hate calling it the deed. Because I’m the benefactor here. A super beautiful girl holding me hostage to go down her. How bad is my life?
I stop by room 9.
“Charles, I’m frightened.”
“Then you can go now and we’ll never speak of this, Jaz.” (I’d never force a girl to do something she didn’t want to do.)
“I want this. But now I am feeling so much fear. Can you help me?”
“Jaz… you opened this event. Reach into yourself. You really want it to happen, right?”
“Y…yes.”
“It’s going to be so nice and you’re not comprising your virginity or your virtue. You’re just going to have some good feelings and then you’re done.”
I am literally Dr. Love in this moment. This extortionist that has tried to pull some blackmail sex on me is now feeling nervous and scared.
If Jazmin will just relax, she’ll have a feeling she’s never known.
Jazmin is a virgin, so I need to go very slowly and be really gentle.
She’s sitting on the edge of the sun bed when I reach the doorway. I’ve brought a chair with me and I put it outside of the room in the hallway. I sit down. I don’t enter the room. The room is small and she’s going to need her space at the beginning of this event.
“I’m really scared. I can’t do this.”
“Okay. What do you want to do? Jaz, we don’t have to do anything. It’s okay.
“I think I need a moment. I still want to have this feeling, but I just need a moment.”
(Which could mean: Never.)
“Just breathe, dear.”
Jazmin takes a deep breath.
“In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Slowly.”
“Thank you for being so patient with me.”
This is a completely different woman than the one I met the other day. She seemed so confident and almost arrogant in regard to what she was demanding from me. Now she’s sitting here like a frightened teenager.
This is going to totally suck if she doesn’t pull herself together.
“Jaz. You can trust me. We’re not going to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re just having a little stage fright. You decided you wanted to experience this feeling and here we are.”
“You’re right. Thank you.”
She seemed to be calming down.
“I assure you, Jazmin. You’re going to enjoy this experience. I know what I’m doing in this department. You’ve witnessed my work first hand. It’s just one of the many services I offer at this fine salon.”
She cracks up. That’s exactly what I was going for. Bring in a little humor to get them giggling to lower the tension.
“You’re so funny. Okay. Let’s do this.”
“Okay.” I remain seated. No need to rush.
“Wait.”
“Yes, dear.”
“How do we do this? Should I remove my skirt or just hike it up?”
“To provide the maximum amount of freedom of movement I would recommend you remove the garment. But when you do that, I’m going to close the door so that you can disrobe in private. You’ll also want to remove your undergarments as well. Then I would ask that you take that yellow towel over there on the table, and place it over your pelvis to cover yourself. I’ll come back when you’re ready.
“Okay…”
I think she was surprised at my tact. But it’s how I operate. This is a serious, life changing transaction. It has to be right for Jazmin. I can’t have a misstep here.
I return to the chair. I can hear her removing her skirt. Then the sound of her panties slipping down her slender caramel thighs.
I’m performing a sexual act under duress, but at the same time I’m trembling with excitement with what I’m about to do. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. To orally pleasure a beautiful virgin. I’ve relieved several women of the burden of virginity. I’ve been gentle and loving every time. This is no different. I will do my absolute best to bring Jazmin to orgasm as many times as her body and mind will allow for the very first time.
All without penetrating her.
I’ve got this.
I’ll be honored if she goes through with this. She could open the door fully clothed and call off the whole thing. Then what happens? Do we try again? Does she go with the evil Yelp review, contact the authorities, or just drop this matter entirely? I’m sitting here in the quiet salon.
It’s as silent as a morgue.
What am I doing? I should put the music back on. Just to create some atmosphere in this weird moment, I run to the front and hit the tablet. I pick an internet station that sounds like something sensuous.
I slowly walk down the long hallway back to the chair outside of room 9. I sit once again and wait.
“Charles?”
“Yes, Jazmin.” (Can she hear my heart beating?)
“I think I’m ready…”
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I have one day to sort out this mess. A predicament that most men would leap at, but I’m scared. It’s wrong, right? Twenty four-year old, super hot, Persian girl wants me to pleasure her orally and I’m having second thoughts. Am I insane? I should have just thrown her on to the sink in the back of the salon and went to town. (See: Kita – Reckoning, and Double Dip – Chapter 3)
But I’m a gentleman, and even though sex has always just come to me, I’ve always been cautious. Because when you love something so much, you need to be careful with it. I’ve always been who I am and apparently sex hits my windshield like a stray deer. That’s been my life. Whether I had a guitar in my hands or a pen. I’m just that guy.
Unlike most men, I’ve never pursued sex. I love romance. Dinners. Holding hands and stolen kisses has always been my forte. I’m a great date. A shitty husband, but a great dad and a damn good date.
But beyond that, I want to be alone. I want to be amazing to you ladies on an occasional basis.
I have to figure out this crazy proposal and there is only one guy I can go to regarding this kind of madness.
Johnny R. He’s my beloved friend who is turning forty this year. (See: any Johnny R. post. He’s an animal)
Johnny loves cigarettes, Budweiser, Adderal, cocaine, strippers, hookers and gambling. So he’s the immoral friend I should call during this crisis.
“Dude. So I ate out Kita in the gym.”
“I’m so proud of you. That little slope owed you.”
“Yea, it was amazing. She’s adorbs.”
“I hate when you use abbreviations.”
“I know, but she is like… delish.”
“There you go again.”
“So I went down on Kita, and some chick from a store across the street saw me and now she’s pulling some extortion shit on me.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I went down on Kita in the gym and a chick from Guess across the street saw us and now she’s making trouble.”
“Oh fuck, dude. That’s bad. Are we talking exposure? Cops? The media?”
“Well, apparently. But not if I do what she wants.
Dude. This is horrible. What does she want?” Money?”
Umm. No. She wants me to eat her pussy like I did Kita.”
The phone fell silent.
“Hello?”
“Dude. Are you fucking insane? She’s a Persian girl with a freight car full of emotional and religious baggage. She can’t do anything and she wants you to swab out her box?
“Apparently.”
“Do it!”
“Really?”
“She’s saving her virginity for Raheem or whatever, but you have the opportunity to please her like no one ever has before! Remember the Indian chick I slammed in New York on the back of a dumpster who was a virgin before her wedding?”
“You make an important point there, Johnny.”
“She’s not blackmailing you. She’s seen an opportunity for sex and she wants it really bad.”
“Really? It all just seems weird to me. Because all of my stuff is always pretty normal now.”
“Just lean in and do what you’re great at. What’s the worst thing that could happen?”
“I get fired and she files a rape charge and I go to jail.”
“Do it!”
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