Words
Is there anything sexier than words?
There’s just something about the way they are said, or written, which can bypass all the checks and balances in my brain and reach right into my spinal cord.
That moment when he said I wish I could see more sends a buzzing frisson of energy through my body. I sit there, in the bath, wondering how it would feel to send something more revealing, something bold. Quero uma dos seus pêlos*, he writes, and knowing that the thought of seeing me naked turns him on opens an automatic flood of arousal in my mind and body.
The fact that the words are in another language seems to increase their power. There are no awkward phrases, no cheesy connotations and no embarrassing words in another language, because all the words feel fresh and different. The meanings however, remain the same, and so they take me straight to imagination and fantasy without any uncomfortable resistance.
Four months ago I learned the word gemer when he told me he’d like to hear me do it, to hear me gemer into his ear with my English accent, so delicioso. I looked it up. It’s the sound you make when you’re turned on, those soft pleading noises that become louder and more desperate as everything builds, which then turn into gritando, as you come, which is another word I had to look up when he tells me to do it for him – gozar. At this moment, as the messages appear on my screen, they seem like the most beautiful words on the planet, and the thought of them and what they mean turns me on immediately.
Sometimes I think that words and the images they provoke in my mind are more powerful to me than reality. I have a rich, detailed fantasy life that is hot as fuck, and yet when it is actually happening there can sometimes be a disconnect in my brain, and the thing that I had imagined doesn’t have the same impact it did in my head. Perhaps that is why I like to close my eyes sometimes, and allow fantasy and reality to merge.
Quero uma dos seus pêlos, he asks. And I send it.
*this phrase means ‘I want one of your hair‘ which doesn’t sound half so sexy in English, so I didn’t translate it. I’d sent him a photo of my legs, and he wanted to see … more. He actually said ‘pêlos pubianos‘, which means, as I’m sure you can work out, ‘pubic hair‘, and again, not at all sexy in English. I must teach him how to say ‘I want to see your cunt’.
What a great read and yes I love what words can do.
I’ve been in conversation with people, one of them in a way I’m not used to but one of the things they said to me really got my mind going and it’s fantastic.
I’m thinking of it now and again, ideas in my head and thinking of it when the time comes IRL.
Isn’t it wonderful? Totally sparks desire and imagination … excuse me while I just reread a few messages *cough*
oh yes it’s magical almost.
For me personally it’s the idea that I’m having these conversations I never would have had, or at least not outside my own mind, and that the things they may lead to because I’m doing things rather than just thinking these things.
Hmm, yeah. There’s a sense of possibility that opens up, and the anticipation of that is what is so exciting. Absolutely.
Oh, yes, words have such power. The merest glimpse of the first line of a message on your phone can be enough to send your mind into a whirl of heady distraction.
And when that person sends a longer message detailing exactly what they want from you – what they want you to do, it can be such a massive rush.
Then the extra thrill of learning the words of lust in a new language – so delicious!
God yes. There is a physical feeling when seeing the notification come in that is similar to the drop you experience on a rollercoaster when your stomach just falls away.
I have to say, the words in another language are incredible. I love the language anyway, but to be able to use it this way – just fantastic.
Oh, goodness, yes. Especially in a foreign language where you have to learn to feel the meaning. Exploring it with another is amazing. Also, love that pic.
Thank you!