Háblame de Ti

Accents, languages, voices.

An easy topic to speak on for Kink of the Week. I want to talk about my struggles with language though.

I don’t have an accent. Moving states as a kid and traveling fairly widely as an adult means I have no accent. I’m from a more southern state so I have certain phrases I use, but beyond that nothing.

I’ve been actively trying to learn Spanish for the last three years. The reason being is my profession takes me into direct contact with those who only speak Spanish or very little English. I want to make sure they get the attention they deserve. Why?

Because there’s nothing scarier than needing help and not being able to communicate that makes the situation infinitely worst. English isn’t the end all, be all. We as Americans do ourselves a great disservice pretending we don’t actively need to know another language. We show how much of a world player we aren’t because we don’t make an effort to be bilingual.

I’ve been learning because I want to be able to communicate. I can recognize words, read text, and if someone is speaking slowly I can pick up enough to get what someone needs. My struggle is I’m petrified to speak.

It doesn’t take much to make me adverse to doing something. It’s not like I don’t try to speak what little of a language I know because it’s important to show you can and you care. I’ve also been laughed at on more than one occasion when I have tried.

Perhaps it’s an accent thing. Maybe my non-existent American accent sounds weird in Spanish or French. I don’t know the reason, but the chuckle makes me unsure. Consequently, I tend to not want to speak the language because I’m super scared I’m messing up. Or my nerves mean I forget the words I want to use and then I look and sound silly anyway.

My hope is to find someone to help me with conversational Spanish so I feel less afraid. It’ll help me get over the nerves and make communicating easier.

I’m going to work on overcoming my fear. Other than that, I’m very fond of other languages/accents. Not American, foreign. I’ve always loved other accents. My best friend used to joke I was the UN.

So as is my typical fashion, here’s a story to keep you a little warm.

He was murmuring something in my ear in French. My mind was far more distracted by his hand.

When he’d slid in the booth beside me, I’d planned on ignoring him. He’d damn near stood me up, arriving a full hour late for our date at the restaurant. The one I’d made hard to get reservations for, the one I shaved and waxed for, the one I’d squeezed my ass into.

I had every right to be mad. He got the cold shoulder he deserved when he pressed in close beside me. I was nursing my second Sazerac, savoring the absinthe and stewing my my juices.

“Fuck off, Gaétan.”

“Oh, sweet, I’m so sorry I’m late.”

His fingers touch my arm lightly. The alcohol and the honeyed way he speaks in my ear work in tandem to soften me up.

I’m weak, so so weak when it came to his accent. I’ve always had a thing for them. A foreign accent seemed to get my panties wet faster than many pornos could. Something about a voice so different than my own, one that said they know a world far different than my hometown, made my cunt take notice.

I could apparently forgive a lot of sins when I had him whispering things in my ear.

He told me how sorry he is, that he got hung up with work. Then he switched to French and let his hand fall on my knee. I didn’t stop him, I sipped my drink and let the buzz overtake me.

From my knee “ma beauté” Up my thigh “tellement sexy.” Pressing into the gusset of my panties “So. Fucking. Sexy.”

I let me legs fall apart, let his fingers breach the lace. Let that beautiful accent slip into my ear, as two thick fingers slipped into cunt.

“I bet everyone knows what I’m doing.” He kissed my jaw as he fucked me. “I know you’d love for them to watch.”

The way his tongue seemed to taste each word made me shudder and thrust my hips. I didn’t care if they saw. I was hooked on his mouth saying dirty things to me, they could watch if they wanted.

Kink of the week badge

Masturbation Monday Meme Badge


  1. Indigo Byrd

    Yep works for me. I adore the scene in A Fish Called Wanda when Archie begins talking in another language and Wanda just about wets the carpet…
    This sounds a little like that. And lovely to read about your studies as well.
    Indie xx

    1. Post
      Cara Thereon

      I haven’t seen that movie, but totally get the panty drenching sensation that comes from hearing someone speaking a foreign language

  2. Marie Rebelle

    When you tried to speak Spanish, was it Spanish people who laughed at you? I will never laugh at someone when they try to speak my language. I think that’s highly inappropriate. As for wanting to feel more at ease with Spanish, one of my colleagues has found a woman here who is from South America and she goes there once a week and they talk only Spanish. This woman helps her with her pronunciation, but also to feel more at ease to speak Spanish. Maybe you can find someone like that?

    And, sexy story 😉

    Rebel xox

    1. Post
      Cara Thereon

      Laughing may be too strong a word. More like chuckling. It just makes me hesitate. I do just need to find someone to help me. I’m hoping to make a better effort of finding someone soon

  3. May More

    I know I have said it elsewhere but accents do get me going but it is more about the tone of a voice to me – if I do not like the tone of a guys voice it does not matter what accent he has, it would be wasted on me 😉
    Sexy little tale 😉

    1. Post
      Cara Thereon

      I’ve never been turned off by a voice. But I’ve also never been around a guy I’ve been interested in who then speaks and ruins it. I’ve gotten lucky I guess?

    1. Post
  4. Jo

    I smiled when I read that you don’t think you have an accent because it reminded me of my mom, who swears up and down in her *very* discernibly upper Midwestern accent that she “doesn’t have an accent.” Everyone has an accent – it might not be distinct to you, but it would probably seem very distinctly American (if not particularly regional) to someone from another country! As someone who lived in another country for years and made a big effort to learn the language – and got laughed at sometimes – I think it’s wonderful that you’re trying to learn Spanish, even if you’re nervous to speak it, because you’re right: having someone speak to you in your native language when you need something and can’t find the right words is a huge relief.

  5. Beatrix B.

    It’s a noble goal to want to communicate with those from different cultures and nationalities. It took many hours of diligent practice, but I am finally able to speak Castilian Spanish with fluidity. Luckily, I had the opportunity to live and travel abroad (which is exceedingly helpful), but there are a number of resources and people who’d love to exchange language skills here in the States, particularly with Spanish.

    My best advice for language learners is to put yourself in as many situations as possible where you’ll be forced to speak the target language. Then, make words come out of your mouth. Haha!

    Whether right or wrong, facility comes with making mistakes and learning from them. It’s how children learn, and the most efficient way to overcome nerves and make progress. It’s scary, but most people are understanding. And, the rewards are worth some moments of discomfort. ¡Buena suerte!

    Oh, and great story!

  6. Kayla Lords

    I took Spanish from 7th through 11th grade and two semesters in college, and I still can’t speak it. Never could. Like you, I could read it and if they spoke slow enough I could understand, but opening my mouth and trying to communicate almost never happened for the exact reasons you mention. I wonder if all these years later I could pick it back up again, because you’re right, we DO need to know more than one language.

  7. Posy Churchgate

    Oooh La La I love this – it was super hot!

    Many accents make me totally zone out – a welsh one (from the valleys! Yes!) and some scottish accents and the drawl of the american deep south – not got to the panty wetting stage ever, but yeah they mess with my brain in a lovely way! Great piece to illustrate this phenomenon.

  8. Bee

    I’m with you on fear of using a language. We learnt a little Madarin last year but I was terrified to use it in case I made a mistake!

    1. Post

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *