This is a transcript of an actual cyber sex session.
As all of you are well
aware, online computers are often used to engage in
cybersex. Detailed and
fantasies are typed into the computer to be instantly
transmitted over the
Internet. Sometimes these harmless fantasies become
fairly raunchy. This is
not the case with the following transcript of an
actual on-line cybersex
session.

Either this guy is clueless or has the greatest sense
of humor known to
mankind.


Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?

Sweetheart: I am wearing an expensive red silk blouse,
a black leather mini skirt and high heeled boots. I am tanned and very
buffed. I workout everyday. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you
look like?

Wellhung: I'm 6'3 and about 250 lb. I wear glasses and
have on a pair of blue sweatpants I just bought at Walmart. I'm also
wearing an old T-shirt, it's got some barbecue sauce stains on it and it
smells kind of 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 nightstand. I look up into your eyes
and I'm smiling. My
hand works its way down to your crotch and I begin to
feel 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 I'm
sliding it softly off.

Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. The
cool silk slides off
of my warm body. I'm rubbing your bulge faster now,
rubbing and pulling.

Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and tears
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 of your bra, I
think it's stuck. Do
you have scissors?

Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly, I
reach behind my back and
undo the clasp. My bra slides off. The cool 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 of my breasts
with the remains of my
blouse.

Wellhung: I'm taking your sopping wet blouse from you
and throwing it in the
corner of the room.

Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweatpants down and
rubbing your hard tool.

Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman! Your hands are
cold! Yeee!

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 and nibbling on you. ummm, wait a second.

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: Is there anything I can do to help?

Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen. Choking wildly.
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 aching for you lover.

Wellhung: Now I'm drying the cup. 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 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 want you so
badly.

Wellhung: Me too.

Sweetheart: I kiss you passionately. Our naked bodies
pressed against each
other.

Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my
face. It hurts.

Sweetheart: Why don't you take your glasses off?

Wellhung: OK. But I can't see very well. I'm placing
my glasses on the
nightstand.

Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me
baby!

Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly
to the bathroom

Sweetheart: Hurry back lover.

Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm
feeling around for the
toilet and lift the lid.

Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.

Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the
flush handle. Uh-oh!

Sweetheart: What's the matter now?

Wellhung: I just realized I peed in your hamper. Sorry
again. I'm walking
back to the bed now. Blindly feeling my way.

Sweetheart: Mmmm, yes. Come on.

Wellhung: Now I'm going to put my, you know, thing in
your umm, woman's
thing.

Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, Baby! Do it!

Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so
nice. Ma'am, I'm having
a little problem here.

Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth. I can't
wait another second.
Slide it in! Screw me!

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 looking for my glasses to see what the problem is.

Sweetheart: NO! Never mind. I'm getting dressed, I'm
putting on my underwear
and my wet nasty blouse.

Wellhung: No wait. I can't find the night table. I'm
reaching across the
dresser, knocking off cans of hairspray, your picture
frames and your
candles.

Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. I'm putting on my
shoes.

Wellhung: Now I've found my glasses. My God! One of
your candles fell on the
curtain! The curtain is on fire. I'm pointing at it
with a shocked look on
my face.

Sweetheart: Go to hell! I'm logging off, LOSER!

Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh Nooooooo!

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