Dirty Talk

Posted by Lex Konrad in Sex | Jun 29, 2006

“So what’s it like to have a penis and fuck a girl with it?” As Leslie poses this question she flashes me a devilish grin that brings out those little dimples in her cheeks.

Our date smiles at me too. The best porn stars have smiles like hers—smiles that somehow manage to radiate both innocence and depravity. This paradox is the stuff of raging hardons. “Yes, Lex, do tell us,” she insists.

I sputter for a moment and then find my footing. “You two have clits, right?”

The girls laugh.

“Imagine having a very large clitoris,” I continue. “Large enough that you can put this very sensitive part of your body inside someone else’s body—where it’s warm and wet and slippery.”

They both look down and make phantom penis gestures with their hands. I find this both comical and sexy.

“And when you ejaculate?” our date asks.

“Oh, that’s the best part. Your muscles contract and you can feel the semen pumping out of you. Being able to watch yourself spray all over the girl is an added bonus.” I grasp her by the shoulder and pretend to beat off in her direction. “Don’t. Move. Almost. Finished.”

She raises a hand to her chest as she erupts in laughter. I cannot help but imagine little rivulets of jizz running down her tits, the spunk, milk-white at first, slowly going transparent like hot water poured from a tap.

“You chicks have us beat in the orgasm department though,” I remark, stroking my chin.

She regains her composure. “I suppose that’s true for some of us. I have clitoral, vaginal and anal orgasms. Each one of those is unique.” The woman has such elegant and doll-like features that every dirty word that issues from her lovely mouth strikes me as a revelation. The phrase “around the world” pops into my head. I clear my throat. Something stirs in my trousers.

The three of us have spent hours ensconced upon the comfortable pillows in this Moroccan-themed lounge talking openly about our sex lives. When I’m on a date I usually feel as if I should hold back a little so as to not spook the natives, but our companion is completely unflappable. I place my palm upon her slender thigh. “You don’t seem to be scandalized by us at all.”

She beams at me again, her expression less innocent and more depraved this time around. “It takes a lot more than sex talk to scandalize me.”

It’s not long before we’re back on the subject of penises. Leslie describes mine, licking her lips while doing so, and her cock-swelling, cunt-dampening performance is so mesmerizing—so mesmerizing I won’t dare attempt a reproduction here for fear of doing it a grave injustice—that when she finishes several seconds elapse before our date speaks up. “Wow, Lex,” she says to me, “Leslie is probably the best advertising you could ask for.”

And so, unable to restrain myself after all the dirty talk, I let my hands wander the length of our companion’s delicate frame. I stroke her thigh, permitting a couple errant fingers to oh-so-gently graze her pubis. The girls continue the conversation but I’m preoccupied with mapping this new terrain, exploring this young woman’s neck, her back, her spine, then going lower, my hand settling against the tender furrow between her buttocks. I lean sideways and position my torso behind hers, the scent of her perfume and clean skin wafting into my nose.

The bar is about to close. Worn out from all the verbal gymnastics, the three of us make weekend plans and call it a night. I may be wearing all my clothes, but I feel naked. Sweaty and naked.

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