Online computer users often engage in Cyber Sex. However, one of the two cyber-surfers in the following transcript 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 do 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
thingy 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 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...umm... wait a minute.
Sweetheart: What's the matter?
Wellhung: I've got 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 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! Do 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 your 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