Filthy Phrases to Say During Sex

The best examples of dirty talk

It’s not just the things he says during sex. It’s the way he says them.

It’s the slight growl in his voice when he’s about to do something to me.

It’s the subtle tone of pride I hear when he’s encouraging me to come.

It’s the appreciation and admiration he conveys when he’s pulling my clothes off and telling me how hot I look.

It’s how warm his breath feels when he’s whispering it directly into my ear.

All of it turns me on so much, I end up doing dirtier things, giving myself over to him, and feeling completely ecstatic.

But that wouldn’t happen if he didn’t get the words right.

Dirty talk is a really powerful sex move. It doesn’t use any energy at all, but it still conveys your passion, your desire, and gives a whole new aural dimension to sex.

It’s a simple way to make your partner feel more sexually satisfied, but a lot of people struggle with it.

I know I do. I’m a really shy girl and talking dirty always makes me feel a little embarrassed. The level of confidence it takes to pull off doesn’t come naturally to me.

It also takes a lot of vulnerability, and that can be tough for a lot of people. You have to be okay knowing that some of the words that come out of your mouth will miss the mark. But you also have to know that it won’t be the end of the world. Usually the worst thing that happens is a little bit of giggling and then you keep fucking.

Like the other night, my husband said “Your tits look so fucking great in this position” and instead of being flattered I just felt confused. I was on my hands and knees, facing away from him. There was no way he could see my tits.

He meant my hips. He misspoke. We both laughed about it and then he grabbed those hips he meant to praise and slammed into me again. No biggie.

But even after you get over all that — after you’ve overcome your shyness, your lack of confidence, and your embarrassment — there’s still one more thing that might trip you up.

What exactly are you supposed to say?

Unless you’re already used to talking dirty, you might not have a clue where to start. You might be ready to sweetly moan a few dirty words, coo something kinky to your submissive partner, or just growl the nastiest stuff you can think of — and still find yourself drawing a blank.

That’s where my husband was last year. I wanted to encourage him to talk dirty to me but neither of us were exactly sure what that should sound like.

I typed a few different search words into my browser, looking for great examples I could share with him.

That was a lot more difficult than I thought it would be.

I came across a lot of articles full of encouragement and advice to help you talk dirty, but no actual examples of what that dirty talk should sound like.

Most of the ones that had examples were pretty generic. Like, okay, I already know that either of us can say “oh yeah baby” during a fuck, but what’s the advanced level stuff?

Then there were the articles that were way, way too clinical to be arousing. They had sentences like “I love the way your penis feels in my vagina.” And I have no idea if anyone actually talks like that during sex, but it’s not the kind of thing that would fire me up.

I tried to think of examples I could share — useful ones that you could actually say in the bedroom to get your partner turned the fuck on.

But I had a hard time putting together a list. Almost everything I wrote down needed a lot of context. Because talking dirty isn’t just about saying the right type of thing, it’s also about saying it at the right time.

That’s why I decided to share the context. And I can’t think of a better way to do it than by giving a real-life example. Specifically, the last time I had sex.

Talking Dirty in Real Time

I decided to seduce my husband. It felt like I was turning the table on him because he’s usually the one who chases, seduces, and takes the lead.

This time, I wanted to do something that made him feel desired — that showed him that I was thinking of him and wanted him.

I put on some lingerie he hadn’t seen yet. A sheer, red babydoll top with matching lace panties. I checked myself out in the mirror and loved the way the outfit made my ass look. I put on knee-high black socks I knew he’d be into and then I slipped on a dress to keep the whole thing camouflaged until I was ready to reveal it to him.

I made my way to his office just as he was turning off his laptop and putting everything away for the evening.

“I have a surprise for you,” I said, trying to stifle a giggle as I led him into our living room.

“Well, I do like surprises.” With only the moonlight shining through the window, I could still see the sly grin on his face.

He grabbed my hips and stopped me from taking another step. I felt his hands tracing down my curves. He kissed my neck and stroked my thighs. Then, he reached around and gave my ass a firm squeeze.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispered into my ear. I giggled and bit my lip, feeling his breath and his hands all at once.

He turned me around and I bent over slightly, placing my hands on the end of the sofa to steady myself.

His hands slid down my thighs, exploring the contours of my body like he wasn’t already familiar with it.

When his hands came back up, they brought the hem of my dress with them.

“Oh, you dressed up for me,” he said. “Your ass looks amazing in these,” he groaned before giving it a sharp, appreciative spank.

I gasped, tensed, and then relaxed into the position a little more, arching my back to offer him my ass.

“You like it when I slap your ass?”

“Yes,” I whispered and realized that I was practically panting from anticipation for the next spank.

“Do you want more?” he added.

“Yes,” I said, shyly.

“Tell me,” he commanded. He wasn’t going to let me get away with such easy responses.

“Spank me,” I whispered softly.

“You can ask more nicely than that, can’t you?”

“Please spank me,” I whined. He knew that prolonging it would make me desperate.

“Good girl,” he said firmly before slapping his palm against my ass.

He guided me to the floor. I was on all fours, feeling exposed and incredibly horny. I reached down, grabbed my dress, and tugged it off over my head.

I took a peek at Mr. Austin and saw him standing next to me, admiring me in my lingerie.

“You look fucking incredible,” he said. “Get on your knees,” he commanded. “I want to see how you look.”

I kneeled for him, letting him take a good look at me.

“Do you like dressing up for me?” He asked it with such certainty, confident that he knew what my answer would be.

“Yes,” I replied timidly.

“Good. I should make you do this more often.”

I felt his hand resting gently between my shoulder blades, his way of signaling that it was time for me to get on my hands and knees.

I complied. On all fours again, I put my head down, arched my back, and wiggled my ass to signal that I wanted him to spank me some more.

A sharp exhilaration shot through me with every slap. I never knew exactly where they’d land or how hard they’d be and that made it even more exciting.

“Okay, okay,” I laughed softly. “Red. That’s a red.” One of our safewords to let him know it was starting to get a little too intense.

“Good girl for telling me,” he said as I collapsed onto myself and let my breathing slow down. I love when he praises me for asserting my needs — it makes me feel safe and respected, even when I’m letting him manhandle my body.

I turned around and kneeled in front of him. My face was at the same level as his waist and I got a very good look at how hard his cock was through his boxer briefs. I stroked it through the fabric, making sure to tease the head with my fingertips.

“Fuck that feels good,” he groaned, letting his head fall back.

I pulled his underwear down slowly so I could enjoy one of my favorite sights — a dick drop. I watched his hard cock spring from his clothes and bounce in front of my face. I watched it eagerly, knowing that he was looking down at me and enjoying my reaction.

I traced my fingertips up and down his shaft, gently teasing him. Then I started kissing from the base of his cock all the way to the tip of his head. When I reached that point, I stuck my tongue out and slowly lapped at the tip. I moaned softly while swirling my tongue around the whole head of his cock.

“Fucking hell, you’re mouth feels so good,” he groaned, staring down at me. I imagined he could see how proud I felt for getting that reaction out of him.

“Keep licking it like that,” he added, running his fingers through my hair.

After dutifully obeying with a few more licks, I took his cock between my lips. I worked his cock into my mouth, taking it deeper with every pump.

I took my mouth off him to give my jaw a break and stroke his spit-covered shaft. “Does that feel good?” I asked, doing my best to sound innocent.

“It feels amazing. You’re such a good little slut.” There was approval in his voice, and the slight tug he gave my hair confirmed that he was very turned on by what I was doing.

I took him in my mouth again, faster this time. I wanted to show him just what a good cock sucker I am. I didn’t just want him to praise me — I wanted to earn it.

“Show me how deep you can take it.” I love the challenge and put as much of his cock into my mouth as I can, letting it rest there to demonstrate the depth. It’s not very deep, it never is, but he loves to challenge me.

“That’s so fucking hot. You love having it deep in your mouth, don’t you?”

I moaned my agreement and sucked him faster and faster until I couldn’t take him anymore. I took my mouth off his cock and rubbed and stroked it while he groaned.

“That felt so fucking good,” he whispered, “Now it’s your turn.”

He pushed me on the sofa and spread my legs apart. Then he tugged my lace panties to the side and took a long look at my slit. “What a pretty pussy you have.”

His fingers started stroking me. “Already so wet, you horny girl.” He teased me, knowing very well that it would only make me wetter.

He played with my pussy for a while, spreading the lips, rubbing them, and stroking my clit. “I missed touching you like this,” he said while sliding a finger inside me. We hadn’t fucked in days and I was in full agreement.

He pulled his fingers out of me and rubbed them in slow circles around my clit.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I gasped, feeling a rush of pleasure.

“Would you like me to make you come with my fingers or my tongue?”

“Tongue,” I whispered back, barely able to form a full sentence.

“And what exactly do you want me to do with my tongue?” He knew the answer but also knew I wouldn’t talk dirty unless I was prompted.

“Lick me,” I whispered, feeling embarrassed.

“Lick you where?” He was urging me on.

“I want you to lick my pussy,” I whispered back.

“Good girl,” he replied. I detected a tone of pride in his voice, probably from getting me to say something so dirty with so little effort.

“You’ve earned it,” he added before diving between my legs and lapping his tongue against my pussy.

He stopped only when he wanted to speak. “Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” he groaned before going right back to circling my clit with his soft tongue.

I felt my orgasm building. My hips were bucking involuntarily and I was grinding against his face. “Don’t stop,” I panted, as if he couldn’t tell I was about to finish. “I’m gonna come,” I added in a whisper as my orgasm took over.

His tongue kept working my pussy throughout my entire orgasm. He only stopped when I pushed his face away from me.

I felt relieved and relaxed from the orgasm, but I was craving more.

“Fuck me,” I whined quietly.

He positioned himself between my legs and rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy. “You want me to fuck you?” he teased.

“Please fuck me.” I was practically pleading, knowing how much it arouses him to hear me beg.

It worked. I felt his cock slowly sliding into me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt it.

“Your pussy feels so hot on my cock,” he groaned when his entire length was in me.

“Oh fuck yes,” I moaned loudly as he filled me up. “That feels so fucking good.”

“You like the way my cock feels inside you?” he whispers as he starts to fuck a little faster.

“Yes,” I reply. There’s a whine in my voice that I can’t get rid of when I’m getting fucked.

“Of course you do. You’re my dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

I bit my lip and kept moaning. I thought of all the things I wanted to say in reply. I wanted to tell him that I’m his little slut. I wanted to beg for him to fuck me harder. I wanted to tell him to pull my hair and wrap his hand around my throat.

Instead, I just kept repeating the same few things. “Fuck,” “oh my God,” and “yes” — all shouted so loudly he had to cover my mouth a few times.

He reached over to rub my clit while fucking me. “You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered approvingly.

“Oh fuck,” I squealed even louder than before. “I don’t stop! I’m gonna come!” My voice went deeper, groaning “don’t stop” over and over — ecstatically, uncontrollably.

“I won’t baby,” he reassures me. “Come for me,” he said encouragingly as his fingers and cock kept giving me just what I needed.

I came hard — really fucking hard. I bucked and squirmed while he managed to keep fucking me at a steady pace until I was completely done and had too push him away from me.

I rolled over on my stomach, panting and catching my breath. When I could manage a few words, I smiled at him and said “come on my ass.”

I stayed in that prone position, relaxing after being well-fucked. Doing nothing but slowly moving my hips to entice him.

I listened to his heavy breathing and groaning while he stroked his cock. I felt him grab a handful of flesh while playing with my ass and my thighs.

“I fucking love your ass,” he groaned. “I could play with it all day.”

I don’t know what I find hottest about those moments — the fact that he’s stroking himself off for me or knowing that he’s spending the entire time admiring my body.

His groaning got deeper and I knew that meant he was about to finish. “Mmm yes, come on my ass,” I whispered, urging him on. I heard him grunt in response and felt his hot come dripping onto my skin before he collapsed next to me.

“Fuck that was hot,” he said, catching his breath.

He cleaned me up, we cuddled and talked, and then headed up to our bedroom to enjoy that post-orgasmic haze a little longer.

Find Your Groove

Those examples are all partial to the kind of dirty talk I prefer. I’m a sensual submissive with a praise kink, which means I want no degradation, no name calling (except when it’s entirely playful), and no humiliation.

We’re also on the more verbal side. For a lot of people, the thrill is hearing two or three really well-placed sentences. For us, talking is part of our power play.

Dirty talk is one of the ways Mr. Austin shows his dominant side. Coaxing dirty talk from me is another one.

And there’s sometimes a little roleplaying element to it. During a fuck, I sometimes like to fantasize that I’m the naughty babysitter getting a really big tip or that he’s my really demanding professor who found a way to get my grades up. The way he dirty talks to me makes those subby fantasies more vivid.

But I know it’s not for everyone. Some people have a more balanced dynamic with no power exchange. Some people want to hear the most degrading shit their partner can muster. And for some, it’s less about the words and more about the fact that they find quiet sex uncomfortable.

Whatever kind of dirty talk you need, though, start with one or two good examples of what you want to say or hear and take it from there. It won’t be long before you find your groove and start using all the filthy phrases you’ve always fantasized about.

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