Dirty Talk Like a Sapiosexual
Language never came easy to me.
I remember crying and sulking during my home tutoring sessions.
I was so angry with my mother, desperately trying to get me to read, write and study.
She was the American English speaker in my Japanese childhood home.
I attended public school in Japan, all in Japanese. And she made sure that I got my English game on.
So I turned to art because drawings didn't have a language barrier. (If I didn't hate practicing the piano so much, I could have been playing at the symphony by now!)
So I had this story in my head, I'm not a strong writer, reader or speaker.
And struggled a lot writing essays, reading books and engaging in intellectual debates when I moved to the States in the 5th grade.
But then I fell in love with a spoken word artist in my senior year in high school and writing poetry became very sexy!
But I was still very shy when it came to sex, let alone dirty talking.
Fast forward 17 years and my boyfriend Kenny loves when I dirty talk.
So it got me thinking, what's changed?
How did I go from a silent artist into a sexually awakened dirty talker?
I got out of my head and went into my pussy!
Even though I'm speaking during sex, I'm not saying them from my head.
I only say things that move through me from the opening in my vagina.
I use the sensations in my body and find metaphors that describe them. I get to be creative and have fun.
It's like free association meets spoken word poetry from my pussy—and massive spiritual gratitude—for example:
>> "I love hugging your thick tree trunk with my silky butterfly lips"
>> "Penetrate me deeper baby"
>> "I want your nectar and tree sap!"
>> "Oh you juice me up like a fat turkey with your turkey baster"
>> "I am so grateful to be fucked by you"
It doesn't have to be complicated.
>> "I receive, I receive. Give me, give me"
>> "I'm intoxicated by you"
It's not just what I say but how I say it. I whisper it in Kenny's ear. I smile when I say it. I took him deep in his eyes and show him I mean it, no matter how silly and awkward it might sound to our sober minds.
If your genitals could talk, sing and praise, what would they convey?