CyberSex ------------------------------------------------------------------------ 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 Walmart.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 > 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 arching 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 weiner 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:
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