Which is not to say, "bite me."
I received a blatantly sexual -- oh, let's say positively pornographic -- anonymous post last week, now hidden from the view of my more sensitive readers. And it would be more intriguing, even flattering, and less disconcerting if I hadn't been referred to as a "beautiful, delicious whore." It isn't the beautiful and delicious I mind, mind you...I certainly appreciate the appreciation, even if it comes from a source I can't identify for the life of me (I had an idea -- he was shocked that I'd think him capable of such a slight -- but I was just hoping it was him so I wouldn't have to worry that it was an inmate from San Quentin or -- worse -- a disgruntled former lover). I mean, I'd like to know who thinks of me as beautiful and delicious; really.
It's the w-word that puts me on edge; it's a moniker I simply must refuse. My self-respect allows nothing less.
I know there are those who find it erotic to call their lover a slut during sex play, and those who are aroused by being called a whore. The dialog goes something like this:
"You're my little whore, aren't you?"
"Yes, baby, I'm your slut."
Your vivid imagination will tell you where it goes from there. Personally, I have always been able to get there without taking that particular path. But, to each his/her own.
I'm not Puritanical by any means ('though I do absolutely eschew the scatological). I simply prefer that such personal suggestions be made in privacy. And by someone I know and (at least) like and (especially) trust. Then I might find it, um, endearing.
So, you there, with the mouth on you: Identify yourself. In private.
