REAL LIFE CYBERSEX
by Greg Grabianski

>  Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
>  Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse and a miniskirt and high
>     heels. My measurements are 36-24-36. I work out every day. I'm
>     toned and perfect. 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 sweatpants I just bought at Walmart. I am also wearing
>     a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner - it
>     smells a little 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 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 I accidently rip 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, 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 and
>  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 sweatpants 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 your ... 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 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 against each other.
>  Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
>  Sweetheart: Why don't you take off you 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. 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 it 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
>     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!


						PLAYBOY Forum July 1996