Posts Tagged ‘dirty talk’

7 Tips for How to Talk to Her

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2012

When it comes right down to talking, and talking sexy, to a potential new girlfriend, try these seven tips:

1. Think flirting. Don’t push the “I’m so sexy” persona unless you want to risk turning her off. Keep it light.

2. Ask about her, then listen. What does she like to do when she goes out? What’s the sexiest party she ever went to? When you get to know her better, ask her if she’s ever thought about role-playing, or if she likes to talk dirty in bed.

3. Eavesdrop, then pick up on her conversations. If you overhear her talking to her girlfriends or other friends (and this applies to her Facebook and Twitter postings too, for assessing her interests), pick up on what she’s saying, and how she’s saying it. Is she cooing away about a new pair of high heels? You know enough to ask which new style she likes best.

4. Timing makes a difference. You can eavesdrop, but don’t bust in on her conversations. Wait till there’s an opening, then talk to her.

5. Don’t ignore her friends. If you’re in a public or even semi-private place, include her friends in the conversation. Even if you’ve only got eyes for her, how you treat her friends reflects on your character.

6. Tongue-tied? Admit it. Say, “I’m usually kind of shy,” then ask to buy her a drink or coffee. As long as your timing is good, most people won’t say no.

7. Want to talk dirty? Tell her she’s sexy, and tell her exactly what you want to do with her once you’re in bed.

There are lots of ways to talk to women, and to engage them socially. Getting up the nerve is the hard part. Talking comes naturally once you relax. Flirting with her opens you up to talking dirty in bed and on the phone.

We owe a nod of thanks to Nick Savoy’s Love Systems for ideas that informed this article.

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Talking Dirty

Wednesday, June 15th, 2011

Another letter from a friend surprised us when it arrived last week. What about “talking dirty?” he wanted to know.

Surprise! Talk to Me Baby is a DVD from S.I.R. Video that is the crème de la crème for talking dirty. Director and dirty-talk expert Shar Rednour, the “Diva of Dirty Talk,” offers:

Tips on how to use dirty talk to seduce a lover
Pillow talk as a prelude to passion
Sex fantasies played out in scorching detail.

Smut Magazine wrote: “Shar Rednour is, as always, the perfect hostess. She’s her usual vampy, campy and out of control self. What I love about this video is that anyone can get something out of it.”

What gives even more spice to dirty talking is a little added fetish. Our friend writes: “I also like the fetish ( I adore sucking women’s toes) before talking to a woman. I look to her toes, and hands…”

For all the talk of Representative Anthony Weiner—and we do not believe he should resign—and his “dirty tweets,” actual dirty talk is sexier than any tweet or posting.

The tenor of the voice, the smooth soft lure of a honeyed sexy voice… The greatest writers, even those who write great tweets, can’t match the thrill that sparks up and down the spine when the seductive dirty talk starts.

What do you think?

Yours in good love and sex,

Nan & Christi

P.S. Check out Talk to Me Baby. Just so you know, the couples who illustrate the dirty talk here about both straight and lesbian.

P.P.S. Fatale Media’s Gay Pride Special is on through June, 2011. Ten percent off everything plus free shipping in the U.S.

Tales of a Former Phone Sex Queen Part 2

Monday, August 16th, 2010

by Marlayna Dawson

If you missed, read Part 1 of Marlayna Dawson’s “Tales of a Former Phone Sex Queen” here at Fatale’s blog.

The Voyeur
Barry was 32 and a happily married father of two. He told me his wife was a gorgeous, open-minded redhead, and they had a great sex life – yet he called me at least once a week and pretended I was his childhood sweetheart – with a 21st-century twist.

He was one of a certain type of caller who’d feed me every detail of his story on the first call, and wouldn’t allow any deviation. These guys were like little kids who want the same fairytale read to them every night at bedtime – the familiarity comforted them like a cup of warm cocoa.

My name in the story was Jan, and I’d known Barry since we were four years old, when we played doctor. His was the first penis I ever saw, and mine was his first pussy. We went all the way as teenagers, but only once. The twist in the plot was this: Jan, or me, was now a lesbian, and I told Barry all about my affairs with women. He told me about his sex life, too. Basically, we were jack-off buddies. It was a voyeur-exhibitionist thing, but as I said, with a twist.

“Last week,” I whispered into the phone, “I picked up this little blonde in the women’s bar. She’d only been with chicks a couple of times, but she’d got the taste of pussy and couldn’t control herself. I think she hangs out waiting for an older gal like me to overtake her.

Well, Barry, you know me: I didn’t disappoint her. I took that sweet babe home and spread her out on my big comfy bed and ate her till she creamed on my face. Then I strapped on a dildo and fucked the living daylights out of her. When she left she could hardly walk.”

I suppressed a giggle – the story Barry made me tell was so-o-o-o corny.

I could always tell by Barry’s breathing and silence when I had him where I wanted him, in a drooling sex trance. Then I switched tracks, teasing him with stuff like, “You’d really love to fuck me again, wouldn’t you?” or “Too bad I don’t like to suck dick anymore.”

Barry gave it right back to me. “Yeah, well, you should’ve seen Nancy suck my dick last night, better than you ever did. She got down on her knees in front of the mirror, slurping till I came in her mouth. You never used to let me come in your mouth. I bet you miss it now, you dyke slut.”

We’d laugh like crazy talking this way, masturbate, and Barry always came – once in a while I did too, but most of the time I faked it to help him along.

Barry’s wife had no idea he called a phone sex service – but she did know he was a sucker for woman-to-woman sex, and sometimes they watched lesbian videos together. Whenever I came across a good one, I’d tell him about it. I used to find this part of our “relationship” exciting – sometimes I’d fantasize about Barry and Nancy watching lesbian videos, or Barry secretly thinking about “Jan” when they had sex. It was all just good dirty fun!

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Marlayna Dawson lives in California. Read part 1 of her “Tales of a Former Phone Sex Queen.”

To see a video about dirty talk, check out Talk to Me Baby by S.I.R. Video diva Shar Rednour.

To see a good lesbian video that would be good for straight couples, check out One Night Stand, winner of “Sexiest Dyke Movie” from the Feminist Porn Awards.

Tales of a Former Phone Sex Queen

Monday, August 2nd, 2010

By Marlayna Dawson

For over six years I worked as a phone sex operator. Guys told me everything – and then some. Sure, I already knew about fetishes – who doesn’t? But you would not believe some of the fetishes I heard about on the job.

The strangest came from a weekly caller who fantasized going scuba diving with a woman, sharing one oxygen tank. I guess it was all about risk and danger for him. I was highly committed to the job, and to make it sound realistic I put my head in the sink, underwater, and gasped for air in between talking. Hey, this was far from the worst thing I ever did on the phone – but I sure felt silly. Besides, nothing about this fantasy turned me on. But other fetishes did, for instance, food. Eating and/or playing with food before. During. After. As foreplay, main event, and afterglow.

The funny thing is, I used to have an aversion to mixing food with sex, ever since the time my ex-husband and I fooled around with maple syrup. It was such a sticky mess, especially in my hair, that I vowed never to merge kitchen and bedroom activities again.  But then a customer changed my mind with his sexy – and mouth-watering – fantasy requests. A simple man, Rick’s favorite sex food was the most common: whipped cream.

It’s obvious why whipped cream is popular between the sheets.  It’s thick, white, and creamy, and it’s easy – even fun! –  to apply. It’s delicious; even without sex eating whipped cream feels sinfully decadent. The first few times Rick called, he talked me through the fantasy, and once I picked it up, I did what I always did on the phone — talked him to a climax.

“I’m rubbing mounds of whipped cream all over my pussy,” I whispered.  To make it realistic, I actually squirted whipped cream on myself, then ate it after I hung up the phone. This was no big sacrifice! Rick started calling every night, and soon I was buying cans of whipped cream by the dozen. I considered buying stock in the company.

Not only did I cover my lower erogenous zones in whipped cream, I also experimented with my nipples and even my asshole. I dipped a silicone dildo into a bowl of the stuff, and masturbated with it. “I’m teasing my clit with a cool delicious dildo,” I told Rick. I squirted some on my hand so he could hear it, and used it as lube. “Now I’m putting it inside.” With a sigh and a moan – absolutely genuine –  I slid the dildo all the way in. It would mean a shower after the call; after all, Rick wasn’t there to lick it out of me. But I made him feel like he was.

“Ricky, baby, go down on me now, clean out my pussy…does it taste good, pussy juice mixed with whipped cream?”

He went nuts. And speaking of nuts, eventually he added them to our nightly dessert – along with sprinkles, chocolate chips, and cherries.  When he got around to hot fudge, I only pretended to agree – remembering my experience with maple syrup, I couldn’t deal with anything that sticky.

It’s been many years since I spoke to Rick, or did phone sex…and yet, even after all this time, I can’t walk past a bakery window full of éclairs and cannolis without buying one, taking it home, and partying with every sex toy in the house.

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Marlayna Dawson lives in California. A former phone sex worker, this is the first of two columns by Marlayna.  

To see a video about dirty talk, check out Talk to Me Baby by S.I.R. Video diva Shar Rednour.

Takin’ it to the streets—sex and the public sphere

Friday, May 14th, 2010

The street, the beach, the backseats of cars… On commuter trains, at your desk, in the office elevator… On pool tables, in bars, in public restrooms…

These are just a few public masturbation dens. Yummy!

Masturbating in a carHere are some of our favorite reader comments so far:

“I like to do it in my car while I am driving. One time I orgasmed as I was transitioning from the 15 freeway to the 805 in very heavy traffic. Now that I am a little older and live in a rural community, I like to take my convertible out for a drive in the summer evenings while naked. Could someone please spank me?”

“Bathroom at boot camp.”

“I did it in the forest while searching for mushrooms in France. I went off the track behind bushes and sat down. I had great orgasm and squirt.”

You can submit your own comment here at the blog.

What about toys? Vibrators? Almost no one has mentioned using toys or vibrators, although a couple comments specifically mention the squeezing together of legs or using a water jet to get off.

Tell us! We want to know. What’s the most public place you’ve masturbated?

We think voyeurism counts too, especially Christi, having lived in New York City for so many years. When does your apartment become a public space? What about a beach house? Same issue?

Till next time, yours in good love and sex,

Nan & Christi

Talk to Me BabyP.S. Need some inspiration? Put on Talk to Me Baby: A Lover’s Guide to Dirty Talk and Role Play, and just revel in the sound of Shar Rednour’s voice. Oh, sweet honey.

P.P.S. You can see all Fatale’s DVDs here.