Where’s the Smut? | |
This is another question I get asked either via email or when talking with a client. Seems expectations are that, since I’m in the business of talking dirty, I should be decorating my little corner of the blogosphere with the tawdry, blasphemous and profane. So why am I not doing it? Inquiring minds want to know.
First, let’s get things straight. I am not against the tawdry–have you seen cuckold closet or wet dreams (both of which I designed)? And I certainly enjoy the blasphemous (remember my favorite Jesus joke?), mostly because it’s such a silly concept in and of itself, coming from modern-day pharisees as does. And profane can be fun, particularly when articulating obscenities during a high-octane fantasy… or even when trying to make one’s point to an idiot customer service representative in Bangladesh.
But, as you’ve just seen, I have other places where I do that. What you haven’t heard (unless you’re a client) is that I do it mostly on the phone. In other words, there’s a time and a place for everything. So on most days–not always, but most days–I keep it where it belongs. And I just figure that with this blog, a little bit here and there is enough.
Lastly, the Internet is a veritable cornucopia of smut. I deal in words, not pictures and if a reader is looking for pornography of any sort, he knows, by now, that google can be his best friend in times of need.
But don’t think I can’t do the dirty deed when push comes to shove. Did I ever tell you about the guy I made suck his father-in-law’s cock while his wife and mother-in-law were enjoying a picnic outside the window? He was a very bad boy! And a very happy one.
But when you do it…look out! Have a great 4th and I’ll talk to you soon.
Interesting. I like just a hint of naughtiness in your tone in the blog … and then the full force of your imagination when we speak. When I’m reading here, I’m trying to understand you better. When I am calling you, well, I have other objectives in mind!