Online computer users sometimes engage in what is affectionately known as "cyber sex". Often the fantasies typed into the keyboards and shared through the internet phone lines get pretty raunchy. However, as you'll see below, one of the two cyber-partners in the following transcript of an online chat doesn't 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 mini skirt and high heels. I work out everyday, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36c-24-36. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I'm 6'3 and about 250 lbs. I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants that I just bought at Walmart. I'm wearing a t-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner...it smells funny.
Sweethear: I want you! Would you like to screw me?
Wellhung: OK
Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom. Theres soft music playing in 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 begining 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 accidently 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 breathe 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 errect 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. Their 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 off and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung: Yeeeeeeee! I'm screaming like a woman! Your hands are cold.
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my mini skirt. Take off my panties.
Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...um....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 the 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 and putting it back in the cabinet. Now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, its 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'm moaning. I want you so badly.
Wellhung: Me too!
Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately. Our naked bodies pressing against 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 don't see very well without them. I place them 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 accross 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: Mmmmmmm, yes, come on now.
Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put my....uhhh....thing...into your....you know...woman thing.
Sweetheart: YES! Do it baby! Ohhhhh yes!!!
Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels nice. I kiss your neck.
Sweetheart: Oooooh God!
Wellhung:Um, 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, fuck me now!!!!
Wellhung: I'm flaccid.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an errection.
Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around with 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 wet, nasty blouse.
Wellhung: No, wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along ther dresser, knocking over cans of hairspray and your candles.
Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse, pulling on my mini skirt and 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 noooooo!
Sweetheart: *(( chatter logged off))*
