Fetish of the Week: Narratophilia
Narratophilia: A sexual fetish, in which the telling of dirty and obscene words or stories to a partner is sexually arousing. The term is also used for arousal by means of listening to [or reading] obscene words and stories. (Wikipedia, 2012)
Words. The Narratophiliac gets their naughty on when the language they use, hear, or read, is obscene. They may seek stimulation from a partner talking dirty, from erotic literature, poetry, jokes, stories, audio tape, or phone sex. Sexting has also become a popular way to cause arousal for the either person sending and receiving.
For the narratophiliac, words are the avenue to arousal, and in some cases, sexual stimulation can’t be achieved without an erotic story or language. On occasion, narratophiles can reach orgasm without physical contact, cumming through the exclusive listening to or reading of saucy tales.
Because of the widespread use of narratophilia over the internet, a new paraphilia, chascatophilia has been proposed. This term describes an erotic focus on sending obscene words over the internet. However, most scholars do not believe that a new category for internet transmission of obscene words over the internet is warranted (Laws-O’Donohue 2008).
Narrotophilia is more frequently reported by men, but women can also find themselves getting their juices flowing when jabbed with the right words.
Being a writerly sort, I have a deep passion for language and narrative, and sometimes, that passion becomes enflamed and makes my clit flush. There’s nothing like a steamy round of phone sex, or an intimate exchange of salacious stories to get me going. It's all about activating the imagination. Science and personal experience indicate that sexual arousal commences when the mind is engaged. Erotic phrasing is one sure way to get this girl's panties on the floor. Not sure what to say to please the narratophile in your life? Read him or her a tantalizing tale, or if they're into poetry, you can never go wrong with a little Pablo Neruda.
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I Crave Your Mouth
~Pablo Neruda
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.
