I was sitting at the bar with my husband, John, when I first said it. We had been married for a few years and our sex life was good, but I had always been curious about trying new things. John had been encouraging me to experiment, so I decided to start with a word that had always turned me on: “cunt.”
“I fucking love saying ‘cunt,'” I said to John, suddenly realizing how much I had been holding back.
He looked at me with a surprised smile, and I could see his cock twitch under the table.
“I’ve always wanted to hear you say that,” he said, taking a sip of his beer.
“Well, now you have,” I said, taking a sip of my own drink. “And I want to say it more.”
We finished our drinks and went home, where I immediately started to dominate John in bed. I called him my “little cunt” and demanded that he pleasure me orally until I came. He eagerly obliged, licking and sucking my pussy until I was shaking with pleasure.
After that night, “cunt” became a regular part of our vocabulary in the bedroom. I would call John a “cunt” when he was being submissive, and he would call me a “cunt” when I was being dominant. It was a word that had power and intensity, and we both loved the way it sounded.
One night, John suggested that we try role-playing. He wanted me to be the dominant one, and he would be the submissive one. I agreed, and we started to plan out our scene.
“I want you to call me your cunt,” he said, looking up at me with his beautiful blue eyes. “I want to hear you say it as you dominate me.”
I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of being in control. We got undressed and started to role-play, with me as the dom and John as the sub. I called him my “little cunt” and made him do whatever I wanted.
I made him lick my pussy and suck on my nipples until I was ready to come. Then, I flipped him over and shoved my strap-on dildo into his ass, calling him a “worthless cunt” as I fucked him hard.
After we finished, we lay in bed together, exhausted but satisfied. I knew that “cunt” would always be a special word for us, and that we would continue to explore new ways to use it in the bedroom.
In the end, it didn’t matter whether we were using “cunt” as a term of endearment or as a way to degrade each other. What mattered was that we were able to express ourselves and explore our sexuality together. And that was something that would always turn me on.
