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.