Posted by Bal Vallah on February 17, 1999 at 06:05:02:
Online computer users often engage in what is affectionately known as "cybersex". Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue Sweetheart: I want you. Would you like to screw me? Wellhung: OK Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. There's soft music playing on the stereo and Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat. Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest. Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling. Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly. Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly. Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive. Wellhung: I'll pay for it. Sweetheart: Don't worry about it. I'm wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it's stuck. Do you have any Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp. Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me. Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat! Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear. Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm. Sweetheart: What? Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really. Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse. Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop. Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool. Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee! Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties. Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling Sweetheart: What's the matter? Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking. Sweetheart: Are you OK? Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red. Sweetheart: Can I help? Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink. Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better. Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover. Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now. Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you. Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall. Wellhung: I found it. Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly. Wellhung: Me too. Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts. Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses? Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby! Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover. Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return. Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Sweetheart: What's the matter now? Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on. Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my...you know ...thing...in your...you Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it! Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another Wellhung: I'm flaccid. Sweetheart: What? Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection. Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face. Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes. Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser! Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo! Sweetheart: This article is copyright Greg Grabianski, [email protected]
Often the fantasies typed into keyboards and shared through Internet phone lines get
pretty raunchy. However, as you'll see below, one of the two cyber-surfers in the
following transcript of an online chat doesn't seem to quite get the point of cyber sex.
Then again, maybe he does...
Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look
like?
sweat pants I just bought from Walmart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of
barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.
candles on my dresser and night table. I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand
works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
skin. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
blouse. I'm sorry.
rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
scissors?
The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for
you.
on you...umm... wait a minute.
looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?
each other.
table.
bathroom.
lid.
Uh-oh!
walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
know...woman's thing.
having a little trouble here.
second! Slide in! Screw me now!
get my glasses and see what's wrong.
I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.
the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
