Uncommon Curiosity

One morning back in March, I was being my usual flirtatious self on Twitter and Shon Richards (yes, he of the fabulously sexy Erotiterrorist website) mentioned, out of the blue, that he would love to hear my voice in person.  Now, if you haven’t spent much time on Twitter, or at least my pervy little corner of it, then I should explain that Twitter is a place for playfully kinky flirtation.  We all offer one another virtual cups of coffee and back rubs, and much of what is said is a combination of entertainment, self-promotion and complete fantasy – what happens on Twitter stays on Twitter.  So, of course, what else could I do but respond that he should give me his number, ha ha.

And then, to my extreme surprise, he did.

Now, life as a sex goddess is tricky.  The hardest part is doing my darnedest to make sure no one EVER meets me in person, because my identity as an actual human being is likely to ruin the whole “goddess” thing.  On top of that, well, it’s no secret I have a massive writer’s crush on Mr. Richards, Erotica Writer Extraordinaire, and so I was intimidated out of my mind.

Cravenly enough, I decided to bunt.  I left a text message on his phone:

You naughty thing, taking advantage of a defenseless girl with a porn crush.

I honestly thought that that would be the end of it, and I went about my morning, getting kids to school, washing dishes, shaving the cats (wouldn’t that be awesome?)…and then my phone beeped.  He had called.  He had left a message.  I actually giggled out of nervous excitement as I opened my phone to listen to it.

And then the strangest thing happened – as I listened to him speaking, it became very apparent that he was nervous about calling me.  The Famous Shon Richards was nervous…about talking to me.  And then a wonderful thing happened – using every ounce of courage I had, plus a bit I borrowed from my husband, I got up the nerve to call him back.  And we talked on the phone, without our titles, without our avatars and fancy blogs -  just two regular human beings on the phone.

As hard as it is to be a sex goddess, I imagine it’s just as hard to be the Famous Shon Richards.

We talked for a long time – about politics and jobs and masturbation (honestly, spend much time at all with me and we’ll be talking about masturbation.  Apparently I really am just that much of a pervert.)   He is as intelligent and funny as I had hoped, and is a lot of fun to talk to, especially when that growl sneaks into his voice when he gets to talking about power play…

As the months have passed, we’ve chatted on IM and Twitter, and exchanged email and photos.  And, yes, despite the fact that I’ve seen the person behind the image, I still get a starfuck thrill out of it, even if that is a tad wrong of me. I reserve the right to still worship the image, even though I’ve met, and very much like, the human behind it.

A few weeks ago, he wrote to me about a story he was considering, based loosely on scouting.  Did I have any ideas?  I put a lot of thought into it and sent him an outline of a few, and I was over the moon to see that some of them made it into the draft he sent me.  You can read the final version in the story he posted on Wednesday: Sub Scouts.

And, yeah, the groupie inside my head?  Grinning like crazy.  Life is good.