On-line computer users often engage in what is affectionately known as "cyber sex." 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 on-line 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
you're 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 breast. 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 breast 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're...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?
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