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 Wal-Mart. 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 aching
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 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 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>
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 Wal-Mart. 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 aching
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 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 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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