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?
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