The Nerd and Cybersex

On-line  computer  users often engage in what is affectionately known >as   "cyber  sex."   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 on-line   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 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 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  realised  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 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>