I had discovered the pleasure of Dirty Talking Women a few years ago and it had quickly become an addiction. When I was alone in my bedroom, I would whisper all sorts of lewd and suggestive things to myself while touching my cunt. I imagined scenarios in my head and acted them out. Every Friday night I would head down to the glory hole to get more material to talk dirty. I loved talking about things I wanted to do to my partners or things I wanted them to do to me.
It was a great release and I loved how it made me feel. I felt powerful and in control. I felt sexy and desirable. I felt like I could do anything. I was no longer the shy, uptight girl I was in public.
Talking dirty was my escape, my way of expressing my deepest, darkest desires without fear of judgment. It allowed me to be free and explore my sexuality in ways I never thought possible. It made me feel alive and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.I was over the moon when I found others wanted to hear me talk dirty.