Potty mouth

One of the things I’ve discovered since being with Maestro is that I have a foul mouth. In bed. I don’t just talk dirty, that would be an understatement. I talk raunchy, filthy and perverted. How is it possible I just discovered this at 50? Did past lovers never tell me about my foul mouth? Or did I discover dirty talk with Maestro? I think it’s a bit of both. I was a different lover before Maestro. I didn’t feel as confident expressing my desires, even though those kinky desires were bubbling just below the surface. I was more comfortable expressing them in private with solo porn searches for spanking and BDSM and buying toys. But I suppressed them with lovers and presented a distinctly vanilla version of my sexual self. I always liked talking in bed though, but I kept it tame. It was more encouraging conversation – “that feels fantastic” and “don’t stop baby”. But not as much giving direction – “finger my pussy harder” and “spank my ass”.

I recently stumbled across an article that had 3 levels of dirty talk. The beginner level encouraged women to express their desires and feelings. “You turn me on”, “I love it when you do that”, “You make me feel so sexy”. This was the level I maintained for years before Maestro. There’s nothing too revealing at the beginner level and definitely no profanity or sex jargon – no “fucks” and “cums”. The intermediate level added in specific body parts and orgasms – “I want your massive cock”, “Cum in my pussy”. I sometimes got to this level with previous lovers, but not often. Mostly when sufficient alcohol loosened my inhibitions.

And the advanced stage of dirty talk? There are no inhibitions at this level. Let your imagination and libido run free! I’m at this level most of the time with Maestro. When we’re playing power games it’s all about “I’m just your dirty little fuck toy, use my pussy”, “don’t stop until you fuck a hole in my pussy”, “that’s it, stretch that little asshole”. I like telling him what I want and how I feel, and the most descriptive and specific the better. I write this way too. While I could highlight the sweet and tender side of our sexual adventures (and Maestro does wine and dine romance very well), my writing is more hardcore. It’s about the adjectives. His cock is massive, huge, commanding and magnificent. My pussy is dripping, aching, tight and wet.

It’s taken me a while to own my potty mouth. I remember when Maestro told me my writing was more Hustler and less Playboy. I was embarrassed! That was still the vanilla in me trying to conceal my kinks. But I’m owning my kinks with Maestro and finding pleasure in releasing my raunchy self.