I used to think dirty talking was reserved for movies with titles like, “Saving Ryan’s Privates” or “Poke-My-Hontas.” The thought of whispering naughty nothings into someone’s ear made me more than slightly uncomfortable. The only thing that made me more uncomfortable, in fact, was imagining someone getting all breathy and saying those things to me.

Then I fell in love with someone who happened to be a dirty talker. And I realized just how wrong I had been.

I can’t lie, though. Our first bedroom experience was far from pleasant. We had just returned from a night at the bar (dollar pitchers, baby) and I was feisty and ready to go. I tore my clothes off, tore his clothes off and hopped into bed. Things heated up quickly. Limbs were entangled. Pillows were tossed. Then…words were spoken: Read More »