The Seven Sexiest Words: An Essay

Introduction

Let's face it: language and words can have a great hold on us. They can hurt us like little audible daggers, or they can simply lift our self-esteem and self-affirmation, causing our egos to inflate like a great balloon. Language can be incredibly powerful -- words can be like an aphrodisiac, and, in many cases, they are. Who among us hasn't caved to a lover whispering sweet nothings into our ear?

Only sometimes it's not always that simple. While terms of endearment like "sweetheart" and "honey" are a sign of affection (pet names that we often for taken for granted in a long-term relationship), I'd like to delve a little deeper into what I consider to be the seven sexiest words of the English language. Some are vulgar, some are sweet as pie, and some are downright demeaning and insulting if not spoken in the right context.

Words can really light our fires, ignite our engines, and spark our flames. It can be such a source of arousal, increasing the lust for those whom we feel desire. Chronic dirty talkers know what I'm talking about. In the heat of sex, the right words tumbling from our lover's lips can make our honey flow to outrageous proportions and make a man's erection harden to that of a delicious rod in need of attention.

In this essay, the words I'm going to talk about and discuss need no introduction. They're all notoriously profane in the English language; some subtle in their sexuality, some abrupt in their delivery in the mumbled vernacular during the lusty act of justification.

As I draw back the curtains of these common words, I'd like to throw a light on them as they cast their big shadows. Let's explore the dirty and obscene together! Let's dive into the seven words of choice, such as: "Daddy," "Young," "Fuck," "Men," "Baby," "Tits," and "Slut."

With all that said, let's converse, shall we?

"Daddy"

There's a certain heat felt between a younger woman and an older man when a "daddy" role is assigned to the latter. Exploring this concept with an open mind can be one of the sexiest experiences that two people of a significant age gap can really enjoy in the privacy of the bedroom (or kitchen, living room, etc.)

True, sometimes using this term for an older man can indicate an imbalance in power: it gives the silver fox an advantage, it gives him some position (pun intended) of authority within the confines of the bedroom. But, even with that said, it's an exciting word of ecstasy if people are willing to welcome it into their psyches and lives. Even in today's world it seems a controversial term. But why?

For the truly open-minded people who practice this perversion, we all know that it has nothing to do with the couple's real-life family. It is simply a fetish that some people find enjoyable and fulfilling. Intellectually, I think most people know this, but of course there are always the naysayers who try to deny pleasure for people.

It may be a somewhat admission of inferiority to the older male, somewhat old-fashioned, in fact, but it can be so exciting and taboo. Is it politically correct? No, absolutely not. But who cares? It's fun, it's taboo, it's hot, and what girl doesn't want to be the love object of an older man, even if just once in her life? Being the object of affection from an older man just oozes with sexuality. The "Daddy" in him, as it were, comes to life, full force, and the chemistry with a large age gap is one that is so large that it cannot be measured in numbers. Frankly, young people these days are so hellbent on being "respectable" that they miss what sex is all about: fun, pleasure, and, if you're real lucky, expressing love.

But this whole Daddy thing is merely a fragment of the imagination that expands in privacy and fills up the room like a phallic symbol. The relationship between a younger woman/older man can be hot as hell, the man slipping his manhood deeply inside the young woman, both people absolutely smitten with one another, while dirty talk and the very obscene term of endearment is whispered from the girl's lips. Whether it is a one-night stand or grows into a relationship, well, that is the choice of the twosome. Either way, though, it's a shame the sunrise has to appear after a night where even the walls are sweating with lust.

"Young"

The word "young" is an obsession in American society. Yet, I am caught up in it just as much as anyone else. Gone are the days of my youth, but I do not feel old. In some ways, I still feel like a horny teenager, and, like someone once said, "It's not what you've got, it's what you think you've got."

Young. It promotes the idea of tight skin, a vibrant glow, flowing hair, energy, and shining health. If a man views a young female body (and he often does), he usually forgets about his wife Edna or his Uncle Fred, and his eyes (all three of them) focus on the tempting little morsel presenting herself to him, unbeknownst to her as her body stops traffic or as she fiddles with the keys in her purse, flipping her hair back in a casual manner.

As a female that is approaching middle age quicker than I can keep up with, I find myself more and more attracted to young men. The sparkle and shine I used to possess has turned into a dull light. I accept this and revel in the glow that glimmers from the heavenly bodies of twentysomething men all around me. Now that I've taken on some of the traits that I so adored in older men, I am now turning around and going for the opposite: a tight, young man whose body is so pleasing to look at it, it makes my knickers wet, my body squirm, and my toes curl.

It's in this way that the word "young" is among one of my most personal on the list. Despite my long history of dating Walters, Edgars, and Claudes, it's time to bask in the sunlight that so many young gentlemen can offer. I am fast becoming a cougar, and, in this way, I don't want a little slice of the cake or a tiny sip of tea -- I want the whole damn buffet.

A table for two please...

"Fuck"

There is nothing polite, subtle, or ladylike in this word. It says it all in one syllable. It hits like a ton of bricks: the boldness of it, the sheer wanton euphoria of it. And, oh, how delicious is the act of it!

It only spells out one thing: s-e-x. Love is sometimes not in the equation, but that is not always a necessity to begin with. When you're looking for someone to make you cum in your boxers or knickers with just a simple thought of them, it is time to f-u-c-k. Remember? Remember that girl at the office that shuffles all the paperwork? Or that handsome gentleman in the grocery store that held his gaze for a little longer than what was appropriate? Yes.

The essence of the word "fuck" is purely carnal. It calls for the man to empty his love into the woman's body and for her desire to flow around his cock like a violated dam. Sweat upon the brow, hips bucking, a slight wipe of the wrist along the forehead in welcome fatigue, it is all to release the sexual tension between a pair of people who find each other's presence too irresistible to deny.

It is a vulgar word, a dirty word, a nasty word. A word welcomed by people in lust. It is rude and luscious. It holds both the light filtering in through the blinds and the tainted particles alit in the process. The act of fucking is precious enough to be missed when it is absent but taken for granted in the moment. But, as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. How true this statement is!

The word "fuck" justifies all the raging hormones within a person's body. It is absent of mercy or pity. The body wants to be seen and felt in the action that, when spent, falls on top of their lover, absolutely exhausted in its efforts and that smile, that sexy smile that everyone grins when it has been accomplished.

"Men"

This is often a complex term for women. How can a group of people so delicious-looking and so aggressive in their sexual prowess be so utterly bankrupt (at times) in their values? This is a question for the ages, but I am not writing this to bash men. I'm completely in love with them and I'm in love with the sexuality that flows from those three little letters.

Men are a constant source of frustration, both sexual and platonic. But it's this wonderful contradiction that makes them all the more wanted and desired by us well-mannered tramps in the world. Their little mannerisms and, quite frankly, sometimes dense behavior is something to be cherished because they are frequently absent in women. But they're honesty, bluntness, and abrupt nature is also a testimony to their manliness. They operate, look, and behave so differently from women that it is these very contrasts that make us want their bodies, hearts, brains, and souls.

The way a man strokes his cock when he's alone, his sexy, kinky hand making love to his manhood, solitary in his bedroom. The way, when crossing a crosswalk, he takes his large hand and itches the nape of his neck on a hot, sweaty day. All the little mannerisms, behaviors, and actions that make him so tempting and sexy because he is the opposite of womanhood.

He has no curves; he is straight up and down. He has no figure; he is usually flat-chested and slim-hipped, his ass adorably flat with no body or voluptuousness to it. The curly hair on his chest. The short hair on his head. Not to mention all the astounding things he can do with his body. The more uninhibited men are sometimes bona fide love machines: body music speaks in ways that words cannot.

"Baby"

Disclaimer: When I use the word "baby" in this context, I think of it as referring to a sexy young woman hanging on the arm of a silver fox. In no way do I mean the word "baby" as in an infant, child, or anyone under the age of 18. I feel I should point this out early in this segment to avoid any unwanted brouhahas.

Baby. It is one of those lustful words that can make anyone's temperature start to overheat amid lovemaking. I usually think of it as an older man's lover, in particular, a sexy young woman. I often think of this word as being used for a young girlfriend or mistress, a type of paradise to get away from the old drag of the house and wife.

And let's face it, "the other woman," is often prettier, younger, and tighter, and is an escape for an older man stuck in the rut of marriage. When he makes love to his wife, he's thinking about fucking the tight pussy of his baby. How she is so submissive and easy to his needs. Sexually available for him always, and how he tries so hard to make her cum in ways men her own age could never imagine.

There's a certain chemistry between the two lovers that starts to boil. Every innocent touch, glance, or flirtation is magnified one-hundred times. He knows he mustn't go behind his wife's back to be with this temptress -- and this forbidden fruit is what draws him to her in the first place. First going by the name of Katie or Jenny, then shifting, eventually, to "baby" as their relationship progresses into that of lust and euphoria.

For the two of them, their fucking is a game. How it's so delightful, feeling his big, marble cock slipping into her mouth, velvet and wet, sucking and accessible. Baby is a good cocksucker, and he tells her so. Many an afternoon, while his wife is out grocery shopping or working, the young slut is on her knees before him, in his bedroom, sucking him dry till he empties his desire into her waiting mouth.

Baby gives him the type of satisfaction his wife cannot or will not. Her smooth, pretty skin is in such violent contrast to the wrinkles of his significant other. He loves his wife, yes, but that love is turning more and more into that of a platonic kind as the young woman before him lures him in with her mouth. Is there a man on Earth who can resist this type of gift?

"Tits"

Headlights. Boobs. Breasts. Knockers. Puppies. Pillows. However you say it, everybody has got a nickname for them. One name that seems very common -- and that has been common for a long time -- is one syllable long: tits.

The word is direct in its meaning. It's sexy, vulgar, suggestive. The term is to be adored because it is something the woman possesses that the man can never have hopes of having. Tits are the all-powerful, all-knowing deity (or, deities) that sends even the weakest man to his knees for a taste of something so absent from his own body.

True, breasts have a very simple purpose: to feed our young. But, of course, on our wonderfully depraved and resourceful planet, men have found other purposes for a nice rack: fondling, titty-fucking, jacking off on the pair of scrumptious orbs (the gleam of cum shining as her lover rubs it into her skin with the head of his dick). You name it, human beings have done it.

Size doesn't seem to matter to most men, as long as they've got something to play with for a while. Whether you're a small-chested woman, a large-chested woman, or whatever, we really have nothing to worry about when it comes to size. Most men, in their lusty nature, are so grateful to absorb whatever is hidden from them that they're complete maniacs behind closed doors. And thank God, too!

Tits hold a certain power over the opposite sex that absolutely depletes their strength and endurance. Tits are luscious, fleshy, sexy, hot. The appearance of cleavage will drive a man wild with desire. Everything that he does not own, he wants to be the king of. Everything he sees, he wants patented to his vision. And this goes for a nice pair as well.

The deep, dark line of cleavage draws men into a universe he did not know existed before he discovered girls and women. It's a bit of a mystery, on how to finally gain permission to fondle and love and touch these beautiful organs, not to mention the women attached to them.

"Slut"

This is a controversial word, no question about it. For some women, this term is a total jubilee of validation and desired objectification. It is the right word for some women in certain circumstances because some females just feast on being the object, a thing of affection. It is in this submissive nature when the term is most enjoyed.

But it can get tricky.

Even femmes who encourage this word do not mean to imply they want to hear it all the time. A man has to navigate his way around the woman's psyche, trying to avoid a landmine that will make her explode in anger or tears. This is completely understandable. Sometimes the term is voluptuous in its sexuality, and other times it's just hurtful and mean. For a man to follow a woman's mood during sex is difficult, but it can be done.

Technically, when a woman is called a slut, she is the victim of sexual bullying. But some women -- like myself, at certain times -- absolutely relish in the event of being used like a back-alley whore. It all depends on the girl. Some girls are very unlimited in the way they want to be treated, and some demand ridiculous -- almost unreasonable -- doses of respect.

There's a delicate balance, a fine line to be drawn here.

But does the woman who demands or allows being called this name, does she respect herself? Is her self-esteem high? That, I must say, is one for the therapists to answer. To be a slut for one man is a very rewarding experience. You know you're his; he knows you're his. If and when this phase (and phrase) passes into a relationship, there is only one thing high on the list: his pleasure. It is this submissive behavior that draws women to simultaneous feelings of humiliation, pride, and disgust with themselves.

There is no reason for me to champion the word "slut," nor is there any reason for me to deny the pleasure that it can give to both men and women. It's a world between two consenting adults. To each their own, I always say.

Conclusion

It's been my experience -- and the experience of many others -- that it is the soft-spoken, withdrawn partners who are among the filthiest and most gratifying speakers in bed. In the bedroom, vulgar and sexual words hang in the air like a chandelier. If a lover is lucky, one of those words will grab hold of the listener's ear and fascinate them like a new toy.

The words I've just written about, The Big Seven, can enhance sexual satisfaction in so many ways. From the profane ("Fuck"), to the suggestively endearing ("Daddy," "Young"), to the occasionally humiliating ("Slut"), they're all golden in their own ways. Some make our eyes glitter and our genitals wet and glistening, others, not so much.

When you hit upon a syllable or two of foul language, it can be like that of a rhythm or melody. It's a song that can make our bodies respond to the music, it can make our sex lives better if we're willing able to keep an open mind, open body, and open heart.

So, what do you say?