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Cyber sex??
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My mate tried cyber sex the other day but i just get it! Has anyone out there tried it? I dont understand how it could be enjoyable!
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Well, good cyber-sex is like that, except it is being written just for you, in real time...
When done right, it is not only erotic, but even romantic, like a lover writing a love-song just for you and serenading you, but earthier; lustier. It is an expression of feelings through the art of writing.
The trouble is that bad cyber sex is far more common. Let's face it, the average person out there is no author, and even those that can express themselves well, may simply not be romantic or creative enough to conjure up a truly erotic scene in words alone.
Lets just hope my laptop is gravy proof!
But then what percentage of cyber sex officianodos have actually had sex?
(That's not actually a dig - although it may sound like one - it's a rhetorical question)
I guess it's a way for people who aren't ready for (or can't get) sex in a loving relationship to express themselves. It's a case of each to their own really, although I'd say for most people it's just a laugh or a transition stage whilst they wait to find a person with whom they can have a physical relationship.
Er, maybe you've missed something - Cyber-sex isn't ever supposed to replace sex. Nor is phone-sex.
I'm not an advocate here, just answering some questions. Whether or not you try it is up to you. I'm just saying what it is, not judging whether it is worthwhile for any particular individual.
If they haven't, their descriptions of scenes are going to give it away damned quickly. You have to know a subject well to write creatively about it.
In cyber-sex, you have to describe things, the scents, sensations, sights and sounds. To be good, you need to not only describe what you are feeling, but what your partner is feeling, seeing, sensing, and from their perspective. That takes a lot of either direct experience, or else some very in-depth research.
I suppose its just a way of getting sexual fantisies played out, maybe ?
like you can say anything, and see what another person thinks, and would do.
I don't know. Is there something specific you aren't asking me? <IMG SRC="cool.gif" border="0" ALT="icon"> <IMG SRC="tongue.gif" border="0" ALT="icon">
The first needs no further explaination, the second is because I've helped set up a lot of chat-networks and IRC services over the years, and have also helped run a few at times. Not just channel operating or similar (tho plenty of that too).
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 Wal-Mart. I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner. It's 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 hands 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 you hard tool.
Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take of my panties!
Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you... ummm... 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 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: Mmmm, 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 wiener is 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 nooooo!
Sweetheart: Bye!!!
Since I first saw that over 7 years ago...
And the funniest <IMG SRC="biggrin.gif" border="0" ALT="icon"> LOL.
I'd never seen it blacknight. <IMG SRC="smile.gif" border="0" ALT="icon">
Lots Of Jokes
That (somehow) of reminds me of a time aaaaaages ago, when my ex and I were rather drunk and in the dark - he managed to get his teeth caught in my necklace <IMG SRC="rolleyes.gif" border="0" ALT="icon">
Sorry, totally off topic <IMG SRC="wink.gif" border="0" ALT="icon"> *laughs to herself all alone*
I'm just wondering because I used to be well into IRC as well and have setup and run/oper'd for quite a few networks..just wondered if you'd be around any I have, apart from the obvious DALnet etc...
Get back to me,
Phil. <IMG SRC="cool.gif" border="0" ALT="icon">
reminds me of a story!
i was on the irc chat once and this girl (probably a middle aged pedo) asks if i want cyber, so we go into private chat and she asks me what i want her to do... so i said fetch my slippers and grab me a beer wouldya <IMG SRC="tongue.gif" border="0" ALT="icon"> i found it funny anyway *walk of giggling to myself*
you can use chat rooms, email, instant messaging and (for me the best), videoconferencing.
You need a cheap webcam from PC World and software from www.icuii.com
Enjoy!