Dirty Talk
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I like to talk. It’s a genetic thing, I think. My mother talks a lot, my grandmother, and even back farther till before I was born. In fact, the women in my family are so used to over talking the men that sometimes we forget to listen; most of the time we think they have little to say. Perhaps that was the reason why I never found myself connecting with someone of the opposite sex. Maybe I just needed a connection with another female. I was quite young when I met such a woman. We were both c***dren at the time, but now that we are adults we know our connection is stronger than any between a man and a woman.
My girlfriend is a walking wet dream; my Super Girl. She’s quiet for the most part, allowing me the privilege of entertaining her with my ever twitching tongue, telling her tall tales and stories. I loved how her hazel eyes would sparkle in excitement as her delicate fingers played in her long strands of spun gold. I couldn’t stop talking when I was around her, if only because I was afraid if I stopped talking that I’d wake from the dream she put me in.
I knew she was interested in me regardless. We had been playing “doctor” for years, experiencing every first possible -even at such a tender age where we hadn’t yet reached our double digits! I can’t recall how old we were when we actually made the decision that we were together. It was probably when we were still c***dren, but we’ve been with no one else except each other.
“Anni…” Dawn had said coyly to me one evening while I was trying to finish a term paper for school. It was one of the few times where I ceased my incessant babbling (if you ask Dawn my talking is like being at Great America all day long; it’s just fun, fun, fun) to concentrate on getting my A+. I was a teacher’s pet type of student, competing with my previous papers to out-do myself. Whereas Dawn would start and finish all in the same night and get her A+, I would spend days editing and re-editing until the paper was perfect enough for it to be published in the Times.
“Not now, Super Girl. School paper,” I mumbled with a red pen in my mouth. I was reading back through my paper and correcting as I went. I felt her fingers twisting in the sea of black that is my hair.
“You know you already have an A+… Just relax with me! I wanna try something new.” I assumed she was referring to one of the new video games she had bought and wanted me to play with her. I shook my head.
“I’ll play with you later. I’m almost done,” I could feel her pouting behind me enough that I turned around in the chair and pouted back, “You know how I am with these things.” Her hands cupped my face and stroked my chin.
“Just take a quick break. I was talking to a few friends in beginning trig and we were…” She looked thoughtful for a moment, trying to think of the best word possible, “discussing things each had done; we decided to try out some of the suggestions and I really want to try them out!” At the time I had no idea what she meant. My brain was still focused on comparing Edgar Allen Poe to William Shakespeare and how they influenced their respective time periods (I won’t bored you with further details). I realized if I had only listened I would have picked up on her tell tale signs.
“We can try them out after I finish.” I turned back around and returned to my editing. Her fingers were back, tangling in my long hair and braiding it for me. A warm breath caressed my ear a moment later, making my eyes widen and goose bumps spread across my skin. At first all she did was softly breathe against my ear, not enough to be panting, yet a little more than just heavy breathing.
“Sit back and I’ll try them out anyway.” She whispered. Suddenly, something warm and wet traced the edge of my ear. It left a cool trail before she lightly blew on the area, giving me more chills. I was frozen with my paper and pen as she continued to lick my ear. I almost wished I had a mirror, just so I could watch that sinful pink tongue of hers touching my flesh.
“I’m going to have to strip you of the paper… You’re such a Meany, favoring that paper over me,” at this I felt her press her breasts against my head for a moment, rubbing them against me before she returned to my ear, “I have so much more to give than that silly paper… and I plan to give you all my attention.” My mouth began to water as her lips attacked my neck. I dropped that pen and paper like a bad habit, not caring that it clattered to the floor. She had my attention.
“I’m going to lick you up and down… Nibbling every stretch of flesh there is… You’re a little over dressed, Oral Annie.” Every word she spoke was like silk. It teased my senses until every hair on my arm stood to attention. Dawn’s crafty fingers unhooked every button on my blouse, taking time to gently brush a finger tip against the newly exposed skin. Heart beating fast and breath quickening, I could only sit there, silent, and listen to her sinful words. She sounded erotic as she formed each word in a light whisper.
“You’re my little puppet now,” she nipped at my pulse point and I sucked in a breath, “and there are so many things I plan on doing to you. Such a pretty little puppet with pretty little lips…” I almost jumped out of the chair when I felt her finger nails sc**** against my inner thigh. I was sitting there in only a blouse, bra, and underwear. I was at her mercy; the mercy of her voice.
“Your legs spread so easily my little toy. My, my, my, aren’t we warm here!” She pressed firmly against my lower lips and my legs trembled in want, “But I have much more talking to do. Your flesh is like fine silk,” her tongue rolled against my ear as she trailed her fingers up my belly to the bra hiding my breasts. I leaned forward, not planning on stopping her. My mouth hung open, words dying on my lips as another kiss was added to my neck. Moans slipped smoothly from my lips as Dawn shifted in front of me, licking and sucking light hickies across my shoulder. My Super Girl was slowly undressing me, teasing me, and taunting me with pretty words. I was lost in a haze I never wanted to arise from. I still do not recall how she removed my bra so easily.
“I’m going to lick your nipples until you whine… Then I’ll bite them roughly. I’ll knead them, own them, and take what I want.” By now I was arching into her as she slightly pulled away. She wasn’t going to let me do anything when she was having so much fun teasing me. Dawn dropped to a knee and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. I moaned loudly, panting and whining with each lick. I could hear her chuckling as she gave the other one a sharp pinch which caused me to moan louder. Without warning she bit me. My body came alive with sparks of pleasure and pain, the best mix since an audios mother fucker!
“DAWN!” I nearly screamed, but she shoved her fingers in my mouth. It was her unspoken demand: Shut up and listen. I was silent again, aside from my moaning and whining as she continued to tweak my nipples. She knew how much I loved when she did that! It took me a moment to realize that my arms were trapped. She had, somehow, yanked my blouse down my arms and half tied it around the chair. I couldn’t stop her even if I wanted to.
“You make such dirty sounds, Anni. Should I clean those lips out with soap?” There was a sharp tug on my panties and I was lifting up, eager for the offending article to vanish. When they were gone, her mouth was at my ear again.
“I’ll clean you the best way I know how.” I could almost say each letter as her tongue dipped and twisted across my clit. My favorite letters were “S” and “X”. Super Girl’s strong arms jerked my legs higher so they almost touched the back of the chair. I arched back as she drove her tongue deep into my wetness.
“Ah, ah, ah, AH!” I moaned and trembled, biting my bottom lip as she continued to lap inside me. My eyes closed and cheeks flushed a deep crimson. I felt dirty, but good, something I would have otherwise scoffed at. A finger slid inside and moved slowly in and out. I hooked my legs around her head and bucked into her. Another finger entered as she sucked and slurped on my tiny clit, purring like a cat licking the bowl of cream. Had my eyes been open, I would have seen her skillfully stripping herself of her own shirt. She wore no underwear, instead opting for my favorite lengthy strap-on. She pulled and tugged on it, stimulating her own clit and smearing some of my juice on the toy to enter me easier. I was so riled up that I wouldn’t last long; then again, with Dawn I have never lasted long.
“I’m going to fuck that tight pussy of yours!” She whispered and slid inside me, “Look at that, slid right in!” My eyes opened as she penetrated me. My greens met her hazel in a deep stare. We stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other as she slid slowly in and out. I panted and squirmed in pleasure, finally letting my eyes roll back as she found that spot deep inside me.
“Ah, neh, uh, mm, ah,” I murmured in pleasure. She pushed the chair back slightly and moved faster, grinding deep as our clits rubbed wondrously together. I came hard, rocking forward and tensing as my release hit in waves. My breath was caught in my lungs until my face grew red.
“Breathe,” she whispered in that husky seductiveness that was her voice. I finally inhaled, ending the shade of purple I was gaining in the process of holding my breath. It was my natural reaction whenever I would cum. I couldn’t help it!
Even though I had cum quickly, she knew the fun wasn’t over and quickened her pace, diving deeper and harder again and again. It didn’t take long for my second, then third and fourth, orgasm to hit. Sometimes I wonder if she keeps count on purpose, trying to get me to cum faster and more each time we have sex. My head lulled back as I took her in, gasping with each deep lung full of breath I took. My Super Girl was always full of stamina. She reminded me of the Energizer Bunny: she keeps pounding and pounding and pounding! The chair tilted further back. I could hear her ragged breathing and by the look on her face I could tell she was ready. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have multiples; she just liked one gigantic tidal wave of pleasure.
“Anni! I’m gonna!” Her face was so close that my tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. I was still panting hard as her eyes rolled back and she fell on top of me. Apparently it was too much for the chair to handle as I fell back and she fell forward. I was so busy cumming for the hundredth time that I didn’t even feel my head bang on the floor. It was just that good. When I was breathing more normally, I tried to wiggle my hands free, but they were too tangled up. Dawn cuddled her face in the crook of my neck, dabbing kisses here and there until our lips met.
My head spun for a moment until I pushed forward and took control of the kiss. It was one talent of mine that I felt the most proud about. I could kiss my lovely girlfriend blind (The last time it only lasted for a few minutes). I swirled my tongue around hers, utilizing the tip of my tongue to tease the edges and then stroke the center. She was moaning into my mouth and I loved every second of it. This was the only power I ever wanted over her (In fact, a few years later I got my tongue pierced and Dawn has told me again and again how I should never take it out. It increased her already strong desire for my kiss, among other things).
“I’m glad you let me try that one out.” She breathed against my lips when we parted. She was panting and smirking in happiness.
“I did?” I was confused. I was doing something before all this and then we started to have sex and… what had I been doing before this? It didn’t matter.
“Well, one of my friends was saying how her boyfriend loves to talk… dirty to her. I wanted to try it out. She said, “I like it when he does all the talking for a change. I realize he’s not bad at it.” I thought I could do better. What’d you think?” I blinked a few times and then smiled.
“I think you put him to shame… Now can you untangle me? I’d like to go to bed and I can’t with my arms pinned down.” Dawn just giggled at me and finally helped me loose. She scampered over to the bed, giving me a teasing look as she took off the strap-on and laid there fully naked.
I stepped on something on my way to the bed and realized it was my red pen. I would just have to finish my paper in the morning. It didn’t seem so important now with a nude Super Girl in bed. I climbed in after her and cuddled up against her, whispering my own dirty words to her. We giggled until we fell asleep.
That night, I learned that it is sometimes better to listen than it is to talk.
My girlfriend is a walking wet dream; my Super Girl. She’s quiet for the most part, allowing me the privilege of entertaining her with my ever twitching tongue, telling her tall tales and stories. I loved how her hazel eyes would sparkle in excitement as her delicate fingers played in her long strands of spun gold. I couldn’t stop talking when I was around her, if only because I was afraid if I stopped talking that I’d wake from the dream she put me in.
I knew she was interested in me regardless. We had been playing “doctor” for years, experiencing every first possible -even at such a tender age where we hadn’t yet reached our double digits! I can’t recall how old we were when we actually made the decision that we were together. It was probably when we were still c***dren, but we’ve been with no one else except each other.
“Anni…” Dawn had said coyly to me one evening while I was trying to finish a term paper for school. It was one of the few times where I ceased my incessant babbling (if you ask Dawn my talking is like being at Great America all day long; it’s just fun, fun, fun) to concentrate on getting my A+. I was a teacher’s pet type of student, competing with my previous papers to out-do myself. Whereas Dawn would start and finish all in the same night and get her A+, I would spend days editing and re-editing until the paper was perfect enough for it to be published in the Times.
“Not now, Super Girl. School paper,” I mumbled with a red pen in my mouth. I was reading back through my paper and correcting as I went. I felt her fingers twisting in the sea of black that is my hair.
“You know you already have an A+… Just relax with me! I wanna try something new.” I assumed she was referring to one of the new video games she had bought and wanted me to play with her. I shook my head.
“I’ll play with you later. I’m almost done,” I could feel her pouting behind me enough that I turned around in the chair and pouted back, “You know how I am with these things.” Her hands cupped my face and stroked my chin.
“Just take a quick break. I was talking to a few friends in beginning trig and we were…” She looked thoughtful for a moment, trying to think of the best word possible, “discussing things each had done; we decided to try out some of the suggestions and I really want to try them out!” At the time I had no idea what she meant. My brain was still focused on comparing Edgar Allen Poe to William Shakespeare and how they influenced their respective time periods (I won’t bored you with further details). I realized if I had only listened I would have picked up on her tell tale signs.
“We can try them out after I finish.” I turned back around and returned to my editing. Her fingers were back, tangling in my long hair and braiding it for me. A warm breath caressed my ear a moment later, making my eyes widen and goose bumps spread across my skin. At first all she did was softly breathe against my ear, not enough to be panting, yet a little more than just heavy breathing.
“Sit back and I’ll try them out anyway.” She whispered. Suddenly, something warm and wet traced the edge of my ear. It left a cool trail before she lightly blew on the area, giving me more chills. I was frozen with my paper and pen as she continued to lick my ear. I almost wished I had a mirror, just so I could watch that sinful pink tongue of hers touching my flesh.
“I’m going to have to strip you of the paper… You’re such a Meany, favoring that paper over me,” at this I felt her press her breasts against my head for a moment, rubbing them against me before she returned to my ear, “I have so much more to give than that silly paper… and I plan to give you all my attention.” My mouth began to water as her lips attacked my neck. I dropped that pen and paper like a bad habit, not caring that it clattered to the floor. She had my attention.
“I’m going to lick you up and down… Nibbling every stretch of flesh there is… You’re a little over dressed, Oral Annie.” Every word she spoke was like silk. It teased my senses until every hair on my arm stood to attention. Dawn’s crafty fingers unhooked every button on my blouse, taking time to gently brush a finger tip against the newly exposed skin. Heart beating fast and breath quickening, I could only sit there, silent, and listen to her sinful words. She sounded erotic as she formed each word in a light whisper.
“You’re my little puppet now,” she nipped at my pulse point and I sucked in a breath, “and there are so many things I plan on doing to you. Such a pretty little puppet with pretty little lips…” I almost jumped out of the chair when I felt her finger nails sc**** against my inner thigh. I was sitting there in only a blouse, bra, and underwear. I was at her mercy; the mercy of her voice.
“Your legs spread so easily my little toy. My, my, my, aren’t we warm here!” She pressed firmly against my lower lips and my legs trembled in want, “But I have much more talking to do. Your flesh is like fine silk,” her tongue rolled against my ear as she trailed her fingers up my belly to the bra hiding my breasts. I leaned forward, not planning on stopping her. My mouth hung open, words dying on my lips as another kiss was added to my neck. Moans slipped smoothly from my lips as Dawn shifted in front of me, licking and sucking light hickies across my shoulder. My Super Girl was slowly undressing me, teasing me, and taunting me with pretty words. I was lost in a haze I never wanted to arise from. I still do not recall how she removed my bra so easily.
“I’m going to lick your nipples until you whine… Then I’ll bite them roughly. I’ll knead them, own them, and take what I want.” By now I was arching into her as she slightly pulled away. She wasn’t going to let me do anything when she was having so much fun teasing me. Dawn dropped to a knee and sucked one of my nipples into her mouth. I moaned loudly, panting and whining with each lick. I could hear her chuckling as she gave the other one a sharp pinch which caused me to moan louder. Without warning she bit me. My body came alive with sparks of pleasure and pain, the best mix since an audios mother fucker!
“DAWN!” I nearly screamed, but she shoved her fingers in my mouth. It was her unspoken demand: Shut up and listen. I was silent again, aside from my moaning and whining as she continued to tweak my nipples. She knew how much I loved when she did that! It took me a moment to realize that my arms were trapped. She had, somehow, yanked my blouse down my arms and half tied it around the chair. I couldn’t stop her even if I wanted to.
“You make such dirty sounds, Anni. Should I clean those lips out with soap?” There was a sharp tug on my panties and I was lifting up, eager for the offending article to vanish. When they were gone, her mouth was at my ear again.
“I’ll clean you the best way I know how.” I could almost say each letter as her tongue dipped and twisted across my clit. My favorite letters were “S” and “X”. Super Girl’s strong arms jerked my legs higher so they almost touched the back of the chair. I arched back as she drove her tongue deep into my wetness.
“Ah, ah, ah, AH!” I moaned and trembled, biting my bottom lip as she continued to lap inside me. My eyes closed and cheeks flushed a deep crimson. I felt dirty, but good, something I would have otherwise scoffed at. A finger slid inside and moved slowly in and out. I hooked my legs around her head and bucked into her. Another finger entered as she sucked and slurped on my tiny clit, purring like a cat licking the bowl of cream. Had my eyes been open, I would have seen her skillfully stripping herself of her own shirt. She wore no underwear, instead opting for my favorite lengthy strap-on. She pulled and tugged on it, stimulating her own clit and smearing some of my juice on the toy to enter me easier. I was so riled up that I wouldn’t last long; then again, with Dawn I have never lasted long.
“I’m going to fuck that tight pussy of yours!” She whispered and slid inside me, “Look at that, slid right in!” My eyes opened as she penetrated me. My greens met her hazel in a deep stare. We stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other as she slid slowly in and out. I panted and squirmed in pleasure, finally letting my eyes roll back as she found that spot deep inside me.
“Ah, neh, uh, mm, ah,” I murmured in pleasure. She pushed the chair back slightly and moved faster, grinding deep as our clits rubbed wondrously together. I came hard, rocking forward and tensing as my release hit in waves. My breath was caught in my lungs until my face grew red.
“Breathe,” she whispered in that husky seductiveness that was her voice. I finally inhaled, ending the shade of purple I was gaining in the process of holding my breath. It was my natural reaction whenever I would cum. I couldn’t help it!
Even though I had cum quickly, she knew the fun wasn’t over and quickened her pace, diving deeper and harder again and again. It didn’t take long for my second, then third and fourth, orgasm to hit. Sometimes I wonder if she keeps count on purpose, trying to get me to cum faster and more each time we have sex. My head lulled back as I took her in, gasping with each deep lung full of breath I took. My Super Girl was always full of stamina. She reminded me of the Energizer Bunny: she keeps pounding and pounding and pounding! The chair tilted further back. I could hear her ragged breathing and by the look on her face I could tell she was ready. It wasn’t that she couldn’t have multiples; she just liked one gigantic tidal wave of pleasure.
“Anni! I’m gonna!” Her face was so close that my tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. I was still panting hard as her eyes rolled back and she fell on top of me. Apparently it was too much for the chair to handle as I fell back and she fell forward. I was so busy cumming for the hundredth time that I didn’t even feel my head bang on the floor. It was just that good. When I was breathing more normally, I tried to wiggle my hands free, but they were too tangled up. Dawn cuddled her face in the crook of my neck, dabbing kisses here and there until our lips met.
My head spun for a moment until I pushed forward and took control of the kiss. It was one talent of mine that I felt the most proud about. I could kiss my lovely girlfriend blind (The last time it only lasted for a few minutes). I swirled my tongue around hers, utilizing the tip of my tongue to tease the edges and then stroke the center. She was moaning into my mouth and I loved every second of it. This was the only power I ever wanted over her (In fact, a few years later I got my tongue pierced and Dawn has told me again and again how I should never take it out. It increased her already strong desire for my kiss, among other things).
“I’m glad you let me try that one out.” She breathed against my lips when we parted. She was panting and smirking in happiness.
“I did?” I was confused. I was doing something before all this and then we started to have sex and… what had I been doing before this? It didn’t matter.
“Well, one of my friends was saying how her boyfriend loves to talk… dirty to her. I wanted to try it out. She said, “I like it when he does all the talking for a change. I realize he’s not bad at it.” I thought I could do better. What’d you think?” I blinked a few times and then smiled.
“I think you put him to shame… Now can you untangle me? I’d like to go to bed and I can’t with my arms pinned down.” Dawn just giggled at me and finally helped me loose. She scampered over to the bed, giving me a teasing look as she took off the strap-on and laid there fully naked.
I stepped on something on my way to the bed and realized it was my red pen. I would just have to finish my paper in the morning. It didn’t seem so important now with a nude Super Girl in bed. I climbed in after her and cuddled up against her, whispering my own dirty words to her. We giggled until we fell asleep.
That night, I learned that it is sometimes better to listen than it is to talk.
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