Cybersex
This is a transcript of an actual cyber sex session.
As I'm sure you are all aware, online computers are often used
to engage in cybersex. Detailed and fantasies are typed into
the computer to be instantly transmitted over then Internet.
Sometimes these harmless fantasies become fairly raunchy. This
is not the case with the following transcript of an actual on-line
cybersex session. Either this guy is
clueless or has the greatest sense of humour known to mankind.
Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
Sweetheart: I am wearing an expensive red silk blouse, a black
leather miniskirt and high heeled boots. I am tanned and very
buffed. I workout everyday. My measurements are 36-24-36. What
do you look like?
Wellhung: I'm 6'3 and about 250 lb. I wear glasses and have
on a pair of blue sweatpants I just bought at Walmart. I'm also
wearing an old T-shirt, it's got some barbecue sauce stains
on it and it smells kind of 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 nightstand. I look up into your
eyes and I'm smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch
and I begin to feel 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 I'm sliding it
softly off.
Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool
silk slides off of my warm body. I'm rubbing your bulge faster
now, rubbing and pulling.
Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and tears 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 breathe harder
and harder.
Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp of your bra, I think
it's stuck. Do you have scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly, I reach behind
my back and undo the clasp. My bra slides off. The cool air
caresses my breasts, 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 of my breasts with the
remains of my blouse.
Wellhung: I'm taking your sopping wet blouse from you and throwing
it in the corner of the room.
Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweatpants down and rubbing
your hard tool.
Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman! Your hands are cold!
Yeee!
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 and nibbling on you. ummm, wait a second.
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: Is there anything I can do to help?
Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen. Choking wildly. 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 aching for you lover.
Wellhung: Now I'm drying the cup. 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 is the bedroom?
Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung: I found it.
Sweetheart: I'm tugging off your pants. I want you so badly.
Wellhung: Me too.
Sweetheart: I kiss you passionately. Our naked bodies pressed
against each other.
Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It
hurts.
Sweetheart: Why don't you take your glasses off?
Wellhung: OK. But I can't see very well. I'm placing my glasses
on the nightstand.
Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me baby!
Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly to the
bathroom
Sweetheart: Hurry back lover.
Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around
for the toilet and lift the lid.
Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.
Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush
handle. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What's the matter now?
Wellhung: I just realized I peed in your hamper. Sorry again.
I'm walking back to the bed now. Blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmmm, yes. Come on.
Wellhung: Now I'm going to put my, you know, thing in your
umm, woman's thing.
Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, Baby! Do it!
Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice.
Ma'am, I'm having a little problem here.
Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth. I can't wait
another second. Slide it in! Screw me!
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 looking for my glasses to see what the problem
is.
Sweetheart: NO! Never mind. I'm getting dressed, I'm putting
on my underwear and my wet nasty blouse.
Wellhung: No wait. I can't find the night table. I'm reaching
across the dresser, knocking off cans of hairspray, your picture
frames and your candles.
Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. I'm putting on my shoes.
Wellhung: Now I've found my glasses. My God! One of your candles
fell on the curtain! The curtain is on fire. I'm pointing at
it with a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell! I'm logging off, LOSER!
Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Nooooooo!
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