When knowing too many curses becomes a curse.
I once had a BDSM FWB who loved to be verbally degraded while being tied to a chair and manually masturbated. Calling her "slut" and "ho" while frigging her clit was the way to get it done.
One evening I found myself running out of insults -- I am almost never at a loss for words, but she was on the home stretch, orgasm-wise, and I had just used up "bitch" and "skank" and was drawing a complete blank.
Suddenly my brain jumped the rails and I found myself knee-deep in the 16th century, insult-wise. Shakespeare, to be exact.
"Leprous harridan!" I snarled, "Caitiffe crone!"
She stopped pre-coming and looked at me as if I had grown a second head. "What the FUCK are you talking about, You idiot?" She yelped.
Well, the mood was broken. I untied her and apologized, in regular American English, but she was highly pissed and got dressed and stalked out. Didn't speak to me for two weeks thereafter.
Sometimes you just know too much for your own good.
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