Introductions

This is a story I wrote in the very early days. “Son Plaisir” had a lot of encouraging words and advice to help shape this story into a full feature. The interesting thing, back then, this was super long for me. Took a lot of efforts to get to this length. Today, writing that length is common and easy. That level of growth just surprised me plenty.

I do have other contributions from “Son Plaisir” that will be coming soon. For this weekend, wanted to share a story that was influenced by the counsel and support of “Son Plaisir”. This was a huge turning point in my efforts to gain confidence in my writing. There is one more piece of info to give the story more context.

I had seen someone on the train, during a significant train delay, texting someone. From the tone of the text messages, it was clear that the recipient was either a girlfriend or a wife. The language was highly offensive to me at the time. The grammar style very basic and a bit crude. There was a lot of primal nature to the course imagery used. The way the writer was carrying on, it was very clear that there was intense passion and desire. However, the crudeness of the language bothered me, as it was not civilized. Yet, the concept seemed normal, albeit vainly passionately oversexed. Worse, why was he calling her all kinds of vile names and insisting on securing her to the bed with all kinds of chains before beating her with all manners of whips? Why?!?! Why treat your lover so poorly?

The man was clearly having an experience. He was beat red and shaking with what can only explained by adrenaline rushes. His constant repositioning suggested he was hiding his arousal. His nervous look abouts suggested he thought others could read his texted messages. The weird thing, the woman on the other side seemed to be encouraging this and wanting more details from him. Crass as his commentary was, she ate it up. Her language was more refined and more elegant. However, she was into what he was saying. I have no idea how the conversation ended as the man suddenly rushed up and nearly mowed everyone down as he rushed to the lavatory on the train. Fill in the gaps with your imagination there.

With that background information, I sought the counsel of “Son Plaisir” who took great pains to explain to me the messages behind the messages. Her guidance helped me understand why I was not thoroughly repulsed by what I had seen even when my mind was fighting it. To be clear, I have no desire to do any of what this man was suggesting. Not my cup of tea.

It did however prompt me to try and push my limits of writing to create a far more civilized and more pleasant version of the story. One that suits my sensibilities. If I had to do this story today, the length would be much longer and the details far richer. I won’t, as I think this one stands alone as it is for what it was when it was. (could torture that round of words more, but you get my point)

As you take a look into the past… enjoy the ideas of a younger me struggling to clean up what was (kinda still is) very vile wordings… and turn them into something worthy of this blog. Enjoy The Naughty Texts.