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From: "Mark R. Bowyer" <Moredhel@earthling.net>
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Subject: funny cybersex
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From: Angeltoad@aol.com

Online computer users often engage in what is affectionately known as 
"cybersex". 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 
online 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 your 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 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 
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 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: 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!  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 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 
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 noooo!
     
Sweetheart: <logged off>
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