Here's why I like it when women talk dirty.
In the fall of 1999, I moved onto an abandoned army base with six other guys. The nearest female lived 20 kilometers away. Despite our isolation, we enjoyed many technological comforts on the compound, high-speed Internet access among them.
Over the course of a long cold winter (picture The Shining), I became a pornography addict. That shouldn't surprise anyone who's likely to be reading this site. Halifax was a two-and-a-half hour drive away; once every six weeks or so I'd make it back into town for a weekend of furious fucking. But mostly I was cramming my head full of JPGs until all I could do was walk around in dizzy little circles.
It's hard to imagine how I could have survived my time there without huge quantities of smut. But when I finally returned to civilization and started getting regular action again, I found that porn had damaged my sexuality. Images would invade my brain during sex. I had no way of turning it off. Some people might fantasize about pornographic scenes, but I found it distracting. It took my attention away from the moment and that was the last thing I wanted.
Fortunately, certain hot women had the ability to engage all of my attention. These were the ones who were fearless about expressing themselves vocally. It could be nasty language or sexy sweet talk, or any combination of moans, screams, squeals and whimpers. I would be "right there."
Considering I'm an audio engineer, I suppose it makes sense that the audible elements of sex would have such a powerful effect on me. Occasionally, you'll hear a woman say that she needs clitoral stimulation or some such thing during every encounter in order to be satisfied sexually. I think I may have found the thing that I need.
There are women who hardly make a sound during sex. These days, I find that unnerving. It kind of gives me the creeps when a woman lies there, silent as an image on the screen, leaving me too much empty space in my brain that has to be filled up from within my own filthy imagination. Makes me want to say, "Knock knock, is anybody home?"
Whereas there is nothing like a very vocal partner to keep me fully "in the moment."
Not to mention that it gives me license to make a bit of a racket myself...
