DIRTY WORDS and DIRTY TALK

So, "Dirty Talk." When C. was in custody for a month and a half I wrote him every day, and you know? We learned a lot about each other that we might not have any other way. Can you imagine a lot of what we wrote about had to do with sex? Well yes I guess you might think a TAD :P

One of the things that came up was Dirty Talk. When I was writing the erotica fantasy stories and sending them to him I came across a couple of phrases and words that for some reason tripped my trigger all of a sudden, and I decided to share them with him. Take "Cock" for example. I like that word, I like to write it and I like to read it. I told him it might be nice if I could say it out loud to him or him to me during a down and dirty session. That and "Fuck." I guess it's just so dirty and bad-girl that it just makes things . . . I don't know, but he liked it too.

So. I get to Mexico and we get a chance to try out some new stuff you know?

Oh dear.

The moment "Cock" came out of his mouth, sounding so foreign and goofy, it just flopped. I could almost SEE the word fall and flop around on the floor and visualize myself just standing there, and a big grin of immaturity starting to spread across my face as I began to laugh. A lot of men don't do well when you laugh at them when they're trying to be hot. I guess I wouldn't do to well either but at least he let me explain my way out. The bad part is that he didn't REALLY get it, and now it's stuck in his head, and whenever he tries to be particularly suave, he drops the "cock" bomb on me.

I guess all those letters I wrote must have really stuck, and that's nice, but damn, he's gotta stop sayin it. I wonder what the deal is though? I still like to see the word and read it or write it - but I don't want to say it and I don't want to hear it. What IS that? What in my brain says "OH YEAH!" to a word visually but NOT audibly? Is that the goofiest thing you've ever heard?

What's the stumbling block I wonder? Maybe it's like some of my more dirty and involved fantasy's. I like to get off to them, but afterwards when I come down from the high, I realize that I'd never actually DO them, sometimes - afterwards - it surprises me that I could even come up with that shit, and think it's hot. Ah well.

So? Anybody? Any words that you like to read but not say? Or maybe you like to hear someone say but just not yourself?

I got to HAVE SEEEXXXXX!!!

YAY!! I got some of that sweeet Mexcian Ass! HA!! YES!!! Oh, okay, and like, you know, we were reunited for five days and you know, like, saw each other and talked and had a good time and reconnected, blah blah, BUT WE HAD SEX!!!!

Hot Damn a lot of sex! This hor was sore when she came home. Yowwzza! Danm you guys there's not enough foreplay and astroglide in the world to keep a bitch smooth enough to not get sore after a marathon like that. Poor lil lady-flower was a tad pissed off.

Our first day back together was so strange at first - it had been so long since either of us had touched another human (intimately) -that we had to learn all over again how to hold hands, how to kiss, how to make out and so on. But the greatest thing was that first night - it was such a surprise. I expected it to be awkward or something, or *ahem* pretty quick at first *cough cough* and for us to both feel shy - but shy be damned we were back on the wagon!!

Oh OH!! And you know? I kind of figured it'd be some good shit, but I had NO IDEA just HOW good! It was like something out of a damn romance novel book, it was the freakin shit! It seemed like every nerve ending and every inch of skin on my body was super sensitized, oh man I wish I could bottle that and have it every time. And the strangest part? I usually hate my nips to be messed with, but this time was different, I guess because I was so hyper-sensitive, I don't know, but for the first time in my LIFE I actually wanted some nip play. LOL though, C. is so well trained to stay away I had to convince him to give them some extra attention.

The rest of our time was great but after that first night the super-sensitivity went away for me and my pinks went back to being pissy. Poor C. just didn't get it, I had to fight him off 'em again like before and he was like "what the heck??" :P Poor guy.

SO, what I need to know. NEEEEDDD to know, is how in the hell can I get my body to be like that every time? I'm sort of not into spending 7 weeks apart just to get one night like that, but now that I know that my body is CAPABLE of such sensation - UHHHH - there's like got to be a way to bring it out on a regular basis right? RIGHT???

Now don't get me wrong, our everyday-gettin-it-ons are pretty damned decent, but THIS SHIT was out of the damn park! I could get addicted to that like a pig on truffles laced with E.

Don't you bitches tell me to meditate or something, it's not gonna happen. But really, shit, damn! I guess I'll get another go at it in a month or so when I get to see him again *crosses fingers* Please let it be the same Please let it be the same! Maybe if it happens again next time I can do some sort of mind association trick like that dude on the t.v. that swears "I can make you thin!" (through the t.v.) He's got some trick about visualizing and pinching your fingers together, maybe I'll try something like that.

But what will I tell C? "Hey baby don't mind me, I'm visualizing, you just keep doin what you be doin down there. That's right. Mmmm Hmm, good boy"

Any ideas? Anybody have an experience like this?

Fancy Panties

Picture it: JC Pennys – 6p.m. – 3 weeks ago. Me, buying fancy schmancy new under-roos for when I go to mexico and see my man. They had a 5 for 25 deal, it was great, and I spent a good hour picking out 5 pairs (okay 6 I couldn't’t decide) of draws to cover my ass.

Anyways, you guys know about my ass situation right? We’ve covered this before (ha ha pun :PPP) It’s big, I’ve got a ghetto booty, hell a ghetto ass – it’s lovely and quite coveted by my Mexican let me tells ya.

But the thing is though, with allllll of this ass that I have, it takes a tad more fabric to cover than say you’re average super waif model, like, you know, for real. It’s always been a bit embarrassing for me to tell you the truth, I feel like a gigantor when I buy my pretty panties and I try my best to do it discreetly. I go so far as to fold them in half, stack them neatly and have just the price tag sticking out for their scanning convenience. And try and cover the view of them with my body. And make cringey faces to show my discomfort. So when Mrs. JC Penny decided to air my new purchases for all to see, it was a moment I’ll not soon forget.

She picked up each pair of cutsie panties, shook them out like you would a shirt before folding and the HELD THEM UP IN THE AAAIIIRRRR at like, head level, to inspect and admire and comment on. Uh. . . ???? And the thing is we’re not talking just regular pretty panties – no – we’re talking lacy-see-through-tiny-not-EVEN-gonna-cover-my-cheeks- panties. Okay and two THONGS as well, one thong of which a lady 2 people back in line felt the need to tell me was quite pretty. I believe it was hot pink with electric green lace. Yeah, uh, thanx.

After she held them up in the air for all to see my chosen fancys she then laid them out flat on the counter stretched out in their full sized glory for all to see that I was buying big pretty panties. I guess they could tell WHY because I was sort of carrying my ass with me at the time, but I don’t know, there’s just something about them seeing my foot of fabric laid out flat screaming “BIG OLE FRIGGIN BOOTY” that makes me cringe. Sue me, I’m a prude hor.

Mrs. JC Penny then needed to ask me if I required a gift receipt. What? They never ask me that, do I not LOOK like the type to wear hor under-roos? Did she think they were to big for me and I was giving them to someone else? Did she think that buying 6 pairs of fancy panties was too much for one regular gal and that they were for a bachelorette or something? DID SHE NOT SEE MY ASS???

Turns out she does this quite regular. I told my boss about it and my boss said that Mrs. JC Penny is always in there at night, and always does that to underpants. Who knew? Sure as hell not me.