Talk Dirty

You know the words to my songs, no habla inglés (oh)
Our conversations ain’t long
But you know what it is

Talk dirty to me…

~Jason Derulo

Last night, while Adam and I were taking our shower, we messed around a little bit. Adam made a comment about how he loves that his wife has a “dirty mind”. I can’t remember exactly what he said, or the way it was said, but that was the gist of it. I laughed, and told him “that’s why they always say the good girls are the biggest freaks. Like the saying ‘a lady in the streets, but a freak in the sheets’.” He pulled me close to him, and kissed me. He said that he knows that now! Adam came into our relationship with a helluva lot more sexual experience than I did, but not with girls like me. The ones he had, in high school and college, were the kind of girls that would be considered to be most “sexually liberated”. Girls like me, who’ve always felt that sex is a deeply intimate, sacred, and special thing, generally aren’t the ones who are willing to go home with a guy they barely know, and share a “one night stand”. Of course, I was never some vision of Christian puritanical perfection. I had sex with my boyfriend, when I was a teenager. I had a baby with him, at just 18 years old. This baby was not conceived in marriage, or by immaculate conception! When my relationship with her father ended, I did spend time with some other men. I’ve kissed 6 guys (including Adam). This is also counting my very first “kiss”, when I was 12 years old. I’d seen a character on my favorite TV show get her first kiss, and decided I wanted to experience what that was like. A boy I’d grown up playing with, wound up being the boy who gave me that first kiss. It was innocent, really. No tongue. No groping. Just a quick peck on the lips, and then we went back to fishing in the pond. MiKayla’s father, and Adam, are the only men who’ve ever seen or touched me intimately, though. I was teased, growing up, for my refusal to participate in many of the things the people around me were experimenting with. I’ve had guys chastise me, after spending time with them, when I wouldn’t allow them to use my body. I was called “prude”, and “a tease”, plenty of times. Now, everyone close to me refers to me as the “nympho”. I love sex, with my husband. I’m down to try most any kinky shit you could think of, with my husband. My mind often wanders into thoughts about what kinky shit I’ve done, or want to do, with my husband. That’s the thing, for me, that matters. It’s all for my husband. It’s all with my husband. I honestly never even fantasize about being naked with anyone else. I think Jax Teller, (Charlie Hunnam), from “Sons of Anarchy”, is a fine specimen of a man. But, I still have no desire to imagine myself with him, or anyone else, besides Adam. For me, Adam is perfection. It’s not just about one or two things I like about him. It’s the whole package. These years, and all the important moments together, have created this relationship I have with him. He knows me. He’s interested in learning who I am, what I like, what helps me grow. That can’t possibly be replicated, or replaced, by anyone else. So yeah, I’m a dirty dirty girl…for my husband.