CYBERSEX
GONE BAD
Online computer users often engage in what
is affectionately known as "cybersex". 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?
Sweetheart: I am wearing a
red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect.
My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I'm 6'3"
and about 250 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought
from Wal-Mart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from
dinner...it smells funny.
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 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.
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 skin. I'm rubbing your bulge
faster, pulling and rubbing.
Wellhung: My hand suddenly
jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I'm sorry.
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 rising and falling, as I
breath harder and harder.
Wellhung: I'm fumbling
with the clasp on your bra.I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your
hand and kiss it softly.I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body.
The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
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 on you...umm... wait a
minute.
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, looking for a cup. Where
do you keep your cups?
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
aching for you.
Wellhung: I'm drying the
cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom.
Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?
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 each other.
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 table.
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 bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back,
lover.
Wellhung: I find the
bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
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. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What's the
matter now?
Wellhung: I've realized
that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now,
blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come
on.
Wellhung: OK, now I'm
going to put my...you know ...thing...in your... you know...woman's thing.
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 having a little trouble
here.
Sweetheart: I'm moving my
ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!
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 wiener all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see
what's wrong.
Sweetheart: No, never
mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty
blouse.
Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm
squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over
cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
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 on the curtain. The curtain
is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell.
I'm logging off, you loser!
Wellhung: Now the carpet
is on fire! Oh noooo!
Sweetheart: <logged
off>
 
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