Cybersex chat logs
I suggest Wednesday, because I’ve got Thursday off work, but we’ll see if I even hear from him again. I’m not very sexually experienced, though I’m not a virgin by any means. but if not, one or both of us could pull a “you know, I just remembered I have to get up really early tomorrow …” and have an out. This is not unusual for me, but it is unusual for me to be pursuing “just sex” so single-mindedly. he’ll see me and not find me attractive in person; I’ll see him and chicken out; he’ll have a weird and un-sexy voice; he’ll give me the clap; it’ll be really bad sex in person; I’ll somehow become emotionally attached to him and wind up heartbroken because an internet hook-up didn’t call me the next day. I like to think that going into this with no illusions, I’ll be able to restrain my over-eager emotions, but you never know. Later That Night: He doesn’t text me until nearly . I’m stupid and give him my address and he comes over. Then he requests that I help him get off since I’ve already taken care of things on my end. I tell him we can meet someplace close to my apartment for a drink, and if we hit it off he can come over …
He just stopped calling and refused to answer my calls, texts, or messages. I rush home from work and log onto IM practically the second I walk through the door, eager to see if he’s pulled the disappearing act yet. He brushes it off, and then starts asking for pictures again. And it isn’t really a spur-of-the-moment thing, either … We sit on my couch for about an hour and a half just talking before anything happens. I’ve never been kissed like that before: long and slow, like the intent isn’t so much to “kiss” as it is to just be touching me. My eyes, my hair, my skin—he’s obsessed with how soft my hands are—all receive praise numerous times. I really want to give him head, but I also want him inside me, and I decide I’d waited long enough. I really want him to pound into me, too, so I’m disappointed when it’s uncomfortable.
So, fresh from a week of moaning to my BFFs and reciting “you deserve better than that cowardly piece of trash” to myself on an hourly basis, I hit up my favorite free online dating site. The fact that I’m so anxious to talk to him again is probably a bad sign. it requires getting up, taking off my shirt — I kept my bra on — taking photos, uploading them, cropping out my face and sending. Kissing leads to a back massage, which leads to the bedroom. He’s bigger than I’m used to, or maybe just more enthusiastic. The best part, though, is that it isn’t awkward afterward. I’m trying so hard not to hope for a phone call or text tomorrow, or any kind of more-than-sex overture.
among lovers who are geographically separated, or among individuals who have no prior knowledge of one another and meet in virtual spaces or cyberspaces and may even remain anonymous to one another.
In some contexts cybersex is enhanced by the use of a webcam to transmit real-time video of the partners.
Cybersex can be utilised to write co-written original fiction and fanfiction by role-playing in third person, in forums or communities usually known by the name of 'A Shared Dream'.
It can also be used to gain experience for solo writers who want to write more realistic sex scenes, by exchanging ideas like sex position.
One approach to cybering is a simulation of "real" sex, when participants try to make the experience as close to real life as possible, with participants taking turns writing descriptive, sexually explicit passages.
Alternatively, it can be considered a form of sexual roleplay that allows the participants to experience unusual sexual sensations and carry out sexual experiments they cannot try in reality.
I’m not looking for anything serious, or even anything casual. I know this is purely a sex thing, and my mind’s OK with that … It would probably be smart to sever ties with this guy, never meet in person, but … I’ve only received oral once before, and I could tell the guy wasn’t very into it so it wasn’t really enjoyable for me. But he isn’t offended or upset when I tell him I can’t orgasm without a vibrator—he simply asks if he could use it on me. The best part about that is that he seems to truly get off watching me get off … I can’t even remember all the compliments he tosses my way all night. We talk for a few minutes, he gets up to bring me a glass of water and turns my kitchen light off, then he falls asleep (and snores—only downside) for about two hours before he has to get up and leave for work.