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You can’t hear me but you feel me…

Now we all know that we like a bit of dirty talk here and there to set the mood, keep it bubbling and scratch an itch that lil bit more.
We love to hear it, we love to speak it, we love the way it makes us feel, we love how it creeps up and down our spines, the way it sneaks into our ears and can change the sex game from something of nothing to something of the best thing.
But this blog isn’t about dirty talk in it’s original, loud shouting, high pitched screaming format, oh no no no, I’m coming at this one from a different angle.
Or maybe a quieter angle.

See, I’m on about that talk.
Not just THAT talk, I mean that talk.

Talk that’s produced during some waist grabbing, hard hip spinning, dip low and draw it in movements of nakedness between you and your respective other.
Movements and actions that inspire you to start saying shit. Some shit that you are not necessarily saying to the other person, you are just saying it.
And it makes you feel real damn good to say it.

But what is it your saying?!

Only you know…

You know what it is you say when you say what you say under your breath in a tone that is damn near a whisper. You, as the pleasure taker, may hear it in a passing whisper, as a quiet something that you actually have to ask, ‘did you say something?’
You don’t necessarily know what is being said and they are not really saying it for you to hear.
They just want to say it.
You are looking down at that body in front of you and you can see it vibrating from the things your doing and the person’s head is thrashing left to right and your lording over them and, for some reason, under your breath, you feel the need to say something like “yeah, your gonna TAKE this shit whether you like it or not.”

The talk that people seem to throw out in these situations is usually the type of things that they don’t want their respective other to hear.
You may have your lady in some leg scissors move that has her reaching for the sheets, looking for a way out of the position but she has no where to go. And she’s struggling, and she’s squirming and she is tapping out and she’s biting her lip and all that jazz.
Then just as she is in the middle of her wail, he looks down at her like, “yeah, that’s right bitch, take this dick.”

WHOA, WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?

He could be the most respective, open the door, pays for every meal, always makes you come first kinda dude but his mouth lost control and he said some out of nowhere shit like that.
Don’t be mad at him; he didn’t necessarily mean it like that. It was just a natural response.
But it made him feel good to say it. He might of tried to drop it, hoping you’ll respond. (This is used as a check point for him to find out if he can get away with saying certain things. This is where he’ll start off quietly and if he says it louder the next time and you don’t say anything, he’ll feel the freedom to break it out.)

As the person who may possibly hear such things, you do wonder if in fact you heard what you heard… but if its said in the right tone, it spurs you on.
Because you know the person didn’t mean for you to hear it. In fact its mainly said for their own benefit…
They like the sound of it in their own head.
Maybe they are giving themselves instructions on how to keep you making those tap out sounds.
Either way, let ’em go with it.

It’s not being done in an offensive way or meaning to be disrespectful in any way, shape or form… it’s just words being fed by a physical feeling.
Sometimes you can hear your partner saying nothing but loving, appreciative, beautiful things under their breath because of the things that your doing. And you hear them and you feel like, ‘awwwww, my loving is making their mouth sweet’.
But, really, to make your partner curse all raw hardcore like Quick Draw McGraw has to be the better reward.
For me, there is nothing more appreciative of a good sex game than your partner cursing you the FUCK out.
When I say cursing you out, I mean, like REALLY calling you some offensive shit that, had they said it in a normal argument, you’d wanna fight.
But then, there is nothing more EXCITING than giving someone that good feeling that makes them groan some real deep shit.

Some examples of things that are said under the breath of men and women during a righteous rogering session include:

You’re gonna TAKE this!
You like that don’t you?
FUCK YOU!!
Take THAT!
You ARE a dirty little fucker aren’t you?
EAT THAT SHIT
SUCK MY DICK BITCH
OH MY GOD
I’M GONNA FUCK UP YOUR FACE
How do I taste?
MAKE me come with your dirty fuck face
Oh your GONNA make me SPRAY you

And many many more… what are your under the breath favourites?

If you’ve ever had that loving put on you that has made you feel the need to talk under your breath and say some shit that your partner may not wanna hear or appreciate, then you are well aware of the power of such loving.
You know how it feels to THINK you heard something or watch your partner LITERALLY talk to themselves when its that good.
Because it’s really THAT good.

It’s not a complaint, in fact, I implore you to do it more.
Talk that thang, say that madness, make it sound the way you want.
Say it loud, don’t give a fuck… make it work for ya…
It’s only a lower verbal representation of how good it feels to ya.
If you feel THAT good, let ’em hear ya…

By Mr Oh

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Shy guys

 

 

Shy guys win… Every single time!

They don’t get as much credit for the amount of WINNING (Charlie Sheen swag) they actually achieve in their lives but they are winning.

There’s no trophy for em, there’s no awards show, no recognition at all… just the knowledge of knowing that they did what they did… or that you had something done to you by a shy one.

What I’m referring to is the fact that shy guys win here, they win there, now what?

Why are shy guys winners?

Because there are a wealth of women out there who are looking for a shy guy. Someone unsure of himself, someone not SO confident, someone who isn’t like the last bastard you let into your life (or worse, your heart) someone who ISN’T the last bastard you let between your thighs.

Good looking, attractive, kinda quiet, not so much of an extrovert…

Why do some women want this kind of man?

Because shy guys are the equivalent of a blank canvas to a painter, a drum track with no beat or harmony, a church girl who says she’s never given head and ACTALLY hasn’t, a house that is yet to be painted.

A shy guy is a blank piece of paper for an experienced woman to get her hands on and generally fuck up if, and how, she wants to.

When I say fuck up, I don’t mean she’s wants to start giving him some Ike Turner life lessons. I mean, she wants to fuck him up. Sexually fuck him up.

Throw him down and play ‘tiger caught the prey’.

Grab his head and make him EAT THAT SHIT!

Don’t tell him what to do, MAKE him do it!

A blank canvas is the perfect thing to fuck up anyway you want. The canvas is blank so it doesn’t know any better… or worse.

If your a woman and you recently met a shy guy who seems rather introverted and not into a lot of things, he may be prime for a fucking up. 

I’m using the term ‘fuck up’ in terms of laying ’em down and REALLY giving them the dictionary definition of a good seeing to.

A hold-down, cramp inducing, hardcore, slobber knocker, brow sweating, pie eating, madness of a sex session.

This is what the shy guy gets to look forward to.

This is when a man gets to see a woman in her full, not giving a fuck, I’m going in and I’m bringing out a corpse, feel like life is sucking out of you, I can’t walk, I need to sleep orgasm mode.

When it comes to shy guys, you can either find a real shy guy or a normal guy playing a shy guy. Either way, a woman is looking to school, educate, THEN fuck him up.

A real shy guy, who doesn’t REALLY know anything about anything, will come to the table with shy requests, a shy voice and a shy disposition and be quite innocent and pure (to a point where you can TELL they are not experienced) and simply be like a lamb to the slaughter between your sheets.

A normal shy guy, who maybe role playing or isn’t REALLY a shy guy, could still make things interesting. They could still allow you to take out all your stress and emotions on them while you make them your submissive pussy eater. They MAY turn it around on you once in a while and give you something you wouldn’t expect from a shy guy but you expected that.

Both are useful, both types of men can give you an orgasm (depending how stressed you are and how HARD you wanna work it out).

But the B-side of the shy guy is that he may not be ready for such things that you are about to pull out on him, thus, not be able to HANDLE what you wanna do.

Ya shy guy may not be very experienced, in fact, he may not be experienced at all in the art of certain things but that just means you have to school him.

And when school is in session, you have carte blanche to do ANYTHANG and do it in the vein of ‘Oh, I’m just teaching you’.

The teacher might be a bit heavy handed and she may want to suffocate you during the lesson, but once you learned, you’ll be expected to showing what you’ve learned.

 If you are REALLY shy, don’t take too long to learn though.

Nothing worse than a pissed off woman who has a shy guy at her disposal and isn’t getting to take advantage the way she wants to because she has a real deal, awkward positioned, thinks the labia is the clitoris shy guy who needs a map to find your vagina.  

Shy guys don’t always finish last.
It’s not the open-minded, freaky deaky, do it up the rear seat folk who are getting all the loving.

Shy guys score too!

Like all the time…

I bet there is some shy guy somewhere in the world getting ridden by an angry woman like a wild stallion right now.

And, like a soldier, he is taking it.

He is letting her curse him out. (He knows she doesn’t really mean it)

He is letting her grab his face and mark up his skin . (Bruises heel.)

He wants her to scratch him. (It feels good.)

He’s a shy guy… he wants all those things, he just doesn’t know how to ask…
So go out there and get him…
And fuck him up!
As your coming, say Mr Oh taught you…

By Mr Oh

 

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