Talk dirty to me.
Or should I say text? Textual intercourse is becoming a mainstream way to flirt with texts, whether with a crush, a booty call or someone you're in a relationship with.
I didn't realize how much textual intercourse I've had until my roommate supplied me with the term for flirty and dirty texting.
My first conscious experience of textual intercourse was just a few nights ago. Like many women with prospective crushes, I was giving my roomie the text-by-text play of the game. And while the convo was light flirting - and we didn't go all the way - she said I left him with texting blue balls, making him wonder if I would give him anything more for the rest of the night. I didn't.
Sophomore Stephanie Donohue loves to text her boyfriend, asking him to send her a dirty text message multiple times a day, but she rarely sends one back, she said. She sent her boyfriend a message - "Talk dirty to me" - minutes before we started talking.
Nearing the end of our conversation, he texted her back. He said he'd go down on her before having sex, but this was just a preview to the big show, where he told Donohue "you'll ride me like a pony until u cum so many times u can't move."
She giggled with a hint of innocence and naughtiness but, as always, didn't reply.
"It's really funny to get one in class because it's your little secret," she said. "And you look around to make sure no one sees."
Some textual intercourse is the start of a potential booty call.
A summer fling from two years ago started texting me again this summer. He uses the common, "What r u up to?" message. It's casual and doesn't allude to much, but everyone knows its deeper meaning. It also makes for easy rejection. A lack of response is a big sign.
I received one dirty text a few months back, and it's still something I wasn't expecting to read.
The shocker text came from a man I met at a bar. We exchanged numbers and hung out a couple of times. We talked through texts way more than we did in person or on the phone because there wasn't pressure to it.
But one night while I was sleeping he wanted to start a drunken text convo. His liquid courage helped him ask me, "Whats ur fantasy?" Like any smart texter, despite my half-asleep lack of awareness, I turned the question around: "Tell me urs first."
It took a few minutes to receive his next message and, looking back, it was probably because he hesitated with sending this particular message.
My phone sang "Let Go" by Frou Frou. My heart twinged with a bit of fear. I opened my phone. I read the text.
"My fantasy is to have a girl take me with a strap on," it read.
I was surprised. I didn't and couldn't respond. I had to go to sleep.
I wasn't expecting that to be his fantasy, and while I hope most everyone gets to experience his or her sexual fantasies, I knew this wouldn't be one in which I would participate.
Similar to the bar man, sophomore Jim Steele needs liquid courage to have textual intercourse.
"I wouldn't be that crude if I was sober."
Kourtney Jason can be reached at sexcolumnist@theorion.com.
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