I like words.  There are certain words that, when said, just sound different than they do on paper.  They are fun to say.  They roll off the tongue in a way that makes you smile.  They don’t seem like the word is supposed to mean.

Periodically, I will IM one of these words to a friend.  Randomly.  Like “Botswana” or “Gazpacho” or “Guacamole”.  They are fun to say.  They roll off the tongue and tease the mouth in a pleasing way.

A particular friend of mine and I will start out with words – favorite words, if you will.  One at a time. And inevitably – since he is a kinky pervert and I am a kinky pervert – it becomes a one word, at a time, erotic story.  The word paint a picture that a sentence just doesn’t do.

For example: