Sex Talk – Please Tell Me How To Touch Myself. Category: Quick and Dirty.
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Welcome to ‘Sex Talk – Please Tell Me How To Touch Myself”. I wanted to just call it ‘Sex Talk’ but nonsense SEO bullshit, yeah?
When it comes to music, I’m my father’s daughter. I listen to some modern stuff, but mostly you’ll find me dancing around the kitchen to something from the 70s or 80s – or something which sounds like it was made then.
T’Pau are a band that most people my age or younger haven’t heard of, which is a shame. My dad saw them play in Bournemouth in 1989 and says it’s one of the best gigs he remembers seeing: Carol Decker took three or four songs to get fully warmed up, but then she was an absolute powerhouse. They’re probably best known for their hit ‘China in Your Hand’, the video for which is the most ’80s thing you’ve ever seen.
There’s a song from their superb first album, ‘Bridge of Spies’ (1987) called Sex Talk, which is pretty explicit and is about exactly what you’d think it would be. As you know, I like to set myself a challenge, so the following piece – inspired by the song – is one side of a phone sex conversation. I wanted to see if I could give you just one half of it (as if you were eavesdropping) and for it still to work. I’m not totally convinced with it yet and may play about with it more at some point. Let me know what you think in the comments.
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Hey.
How are you?
Good, good. Ummm. So, did you get the picture?
I thought you’d like it. No, I changed.
Guess what I’m wearing now.
Come on – guess! Oh, you’re useless.
Yeah. That set that you liked. You know? The one I wore when I saw you last weekend. Yeah. I know you liked it. I fucking loved how much you liked it, so I thought I’d treat you by wearing it again, even if you’re not actually here. Fuck I wish you were here.
It’s alright. We’ll have to make do, sweet man. I’ll take what I can on the telephone. Yeah. It’s better than being completely alone.
Alright. Hang on a minute. The light’s quite dim, but I should be able to get a decent shot….
There you go.
You liked it, huh? You can’t see how fucking wet I am already, though. Yeah. I’m aching for your cock. Of course, really! I didn’t climb into this silly bit of lace to stay warm. Mmmmm. I put it on so I can imagine you getting so turned on again, looking at me in it. I wanted to give you a bit of inspiration, you know?
Oh, don’t play the innocent with me. I want your cock out, now. I want you to get it hard and then send me a picture so I can imagine every inch, every vein and that hard, purple head stretching my cunt out as you push it in.
Yeah. I am in a dirty mood. So, where’s my picture, lover boy?
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My, my. You did like my picture, didn’t you? Yeah. Do you know what I’ve been thinking about all week? Last weekend. Yeah, when I was in the kitchen making us some food. Don’t remember? Bullshit! When you crept up behind me? Uh-huh. I didn’t hear you, and you made me jump, but then you started kissing my neck. You know what that does to me. Damn right. Shit, I don’t remember when I got so wet. Yes. I am.
Make me wetter now, please.
Is your hand on your cock? Good boy. I want you to start stroking it slowly. Slowly now. My lips are on your mouth, and my fingers are stroking your thigh. Yeah. Tell me where your hand is. Oh, fuck, yes. What shall I do?
Oh, god, you wouldn’t believe how hard my nipples are! Yes. I’m pinching – oh fuck! Shit, they’re so sensitive. How’s that hard-on coming along? Uh-huh. I want you to increase the tempo a little but keep the strokes light – I want you to make it feel like me. It is me, you know? It’s me stroking your big fat, throbbing cock.
Yes, they are. Into my knickers? Do you want me just to put my hand down there, or shall I pull them to one side? That’s easier. If I pull them out of the way, I can… Oh shit. I wish you were here to taste me. I’m literally dripping. Yes, dripping for you, baby. Yes, I am. You’ve made me so wet already.
OK, then. My fingers are going in now. Two of them. Slower? OK. Oh, fuck, this is really getting to me. OK, fuck, my fingers are covered. Oh, really? Hang on then.
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Mmmmmm, I don’t want to brag, but I taste amazing. Yeah, I know, I wish it were your tongue as well, lapping me, licking at me. I want you just to lap up and down, keeping the same pace, just up and down. You can swirl your fingertip around my little arse. It’s all wet with my cunt juices. Can you feel it? Oh fuck, yes. Go on then. Push it in. Now. Please do it, I’ll beg if I really have to.
Ahhhh. Oh, fuck baby! I love it when you finger me there while you’re licking me. Oh, shit; can you feel how wet I am? I am. I’m so fucking wet for you. Just fuck me with your finger. Fucking do it. To the knuckle. I want to feel you all the way in my tight, hot little ass. Ummmm. Oh, God, I wish this were you. My fingers are too small – I want to be fucking filled with your fingers, your cock, full of hot come all for me.
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How’s your cock doing? Stroke it harder! Come on! I want you to come all over me. Even better, take your finger out and shove your cock in there. Yes. Right to the fucking hilt in my ass. Uh-huh. Oh fuck. Yes, I’ve got my fingers in – two. My pussy is so wet, though. Can I rub my clit too now? Please let me. Don’t you want to hear me coming? Hold on just a little bit longer – I want it in me, deep in me.
Imagine your cock is deep in my ass, baby. Yeah. That’s what I’m doing. I can’t hold this much longer. I swear I’m going to come off like a fucking firework. I’m gonna drench your cock in my juices while you, oh FUCK, while you empty your cum right into me, fucking into me. Yes, you fucking bastard, I’m fucking going in my – tell me what a slut I am – to – oh shit – you need to – fuck! – cum in me, in me deep you fucking – oh fuck – oh… oh… SHIT.
Yes, it was. I’m climbing the fucking walls in this same old room, though. You need to get back here by tomorrow evening, or I swear to God, I’ll go out of my mind. Yes, for the avoidance of doubt, that means I’m going to jump on you as soon as you come through the door.
Yeah, yeah. lets see.
Talk is cheap, lover boy…
Love, Jaimie xx
3 thoughts on “Sex Talk – Please Tell Me How To Touch Myself”
If you would have asked me to name a band that would ever feature on one of your blogs, I think I would have named a thousand other acts before T’Pau! Thanks for the musical education and bringing Sex Talk to my attention, it is a song that has clearly passed me by before.
But more importantly thanks for your wider blog. I admire and appreciate your intelligent, funny and enthralling posts.
Hey, Matthew! That means a lot to me; thank you SO much. I’m not going to run the song-inspired series into the ground but I have a handful lined up to slot in from time to time, all songs which I hope might be interesting choices and which get the imaginative – and hopefully other – juices flowing. Jx
No problem at all. Glad to have come across your blog (no pun intended!) and will look forward to your future posts