Words are powerful. I have known this since I was a child when I would get utterly lost in the words of a book. As a child books were my friends, they were where I went to have adventures, meet new people, see new worlds and have amazing experiences all without leaving my bedroom. I was a truly dedicated bookworm and as I got older nothing really changed apart from the adventures/words got a little more adult in nature. I don’t think I discovered erotic books until I was well in my 20’s though, but that wasn’t what I really meant by adult, more that my reading progressed from children’s books to books aimed at grown-ups but still I read for pretty much the same reason. To explore those worlds, to be that person, to experience that love or fear or hate or loss, to experience a life that wasn’t mine. That is the power of words.
Many years later I discovered a whole new world of words, one that was accessible through my computer, there unknown to me before, was a rich, never-ending supply of words and words that I had often wondered about, been confused by and even embarrassed by here suddenly presented for me to understand, learn and like the books that went before them, find freedom in. Despite none of those words being written with me in mind, they often felt like they had been left there, lurking, on the internet just for me to find. Maybe the writer(s) didn’t know who I was but it felt like they knew exactly what I was, wanted, needed and desired. They painted my lust filled imaginings across the screen in glorious technicolour words. They gave voice to things I had covered in shame and denial, suddenly words were my adventures all over again and this time when I say adult I truly mean it.
Then one day the words changed because they were written just for me.
@domsigns and I met online on an internet forum for amateur erotic writers. By this time I had started to write my own words and my increasing interest in erotic writing had led me to a number of free erotic literature sites, but this one was slightly different. A smaller community and one that was run by a friend of mine but like the others it had forums, free erotic stories and a chat room. I remember the day he joined the site, the avi he still has on Twitter today immediately caught my eye, those few seconds of a passionate kiss played over and over on my screen, each time making me moisten my lips as I imaged being kissed like that. It made me curious about the man behind the image and then, he started to write. Just short pieces on the forums, random thoughts for the day, musing on a topic, that type of thing but all peppered with his trademark humour, intelligence, confidence and something else that attracted my attention like a bee to honey and that something looked a lot like dominance to me.
I sent the first message. I admit I was intrigued or maybe just nosy but he seemed like someone I wanted to know better. I should say right now, I wasn’t expecting anything more than satisfying my curiosity. I had come to a point in my life where I believed that singledom was my future and I also, from past bitter experience, had no interest in an online only relationship. I just wanted to chat. I think if you asked him about that time too I’m fairly sure he would say something similar. He was looking for friendship, a social life that was available to him at that time for a variety of complex reasons. He wasn’t looking for anything complicated. Just writing that sentence makes me laugh. Oh how complicated it all became and all because of words. Friendship blossomed almost immediately but slowly words twisted and turned between us weaving their way into our minds and seducing our bodies with their power.
I fell in love with words, words that thrilled and excited me, words that made me think, words that took me on a journey into my body and my mind, words that were written for me. They would appear on my screen, like a trail of clues leading my to the treasure of us. Because of words I eventually booked a flight to Philadelphia and flew to my future. That was the beginning of 18 months of long distance relationship for us and all because of an eye-catching avi and words.
In Rebel’s prompt she asked about chat rooms and messenger, and they were most definitely the arena for those words. We spent hours in them, learning one another and evolving into our 2 halves of the D/s coin. Without them we would never have found one another but having said that I don’t miss them at all. They were precious amazing days, filled with words that grew into love but now our words can be exchanged in person and now I write the words for others to read.