raspberrycordiality: He had a word for it. It meant, roughly, “hiding in plain sight.” O
raspberrycordiality: He had a word for it. It meant, roughly, “hiding in plain sight.” Or perhaps, to cater to his writerly tilt, one might say, “showing, but not telling.” His best friend came up with the word. It was a long word (his best friend delighted in long things, the kind of things you evoke by leaving the tip of your tongue stuck against the back of your top row of teeth for that first ell in long until the last possible second then snapping your jaw open to peal Vespers with that round and resonant ong). He had a word for it, a good word and a long word and I think he liked the word because having a word for it protected him like a firebreak. A safeword. He tilts but the word saves him, it safes him.It’s a good word. Have you heard the good word?I have.He shouldn’t have told me the word.Now I can roll him around on my soft palate. I can do things with the top row of my teeth and I can snap my jaw. I can snap my fingers and he’ll come running. I can snap and he’ll come.Not that I would ever do any such thing.I’m actually very passive. And I’m quite fond of him.But he really shouldn’t have told me the word. There is nothing I could write here that wouldn’t be the erotic equivalent of explaining a joke, so I’ll just stay silent.(Except for, you know, the whimpers.) -- source link
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