anyone has done web love-making?

[nason]

in case it was not clearly stated, by web love-making i mean u make love by typing words on line with some one. love that but haven't try it yet. anyone want to try? post here.

 

[babydoll2u]

It's called cyber sex.....

and yes I have. It's amazing what a turn on words can be....sensual, beautiful, exciting....mmmmmmmmm.....


Peggy

 

[Guinevere]

Hell yes! Wow you have no idea what you're missing

 

[babydoll2u]

omg I'm laughing to hard.....

Hell yes! Wow you have no idea what you're missing

Guinevere you're a trip! ^5
but there's really alot to be said for cyber sex (or online love-making). There's alot of stress in my life and its a fantastic tension reducer when there's not a live body around to do it for you.

Peggy

 

[Sweet_Tee]

Mmmm cyber sex!

Yes I have had the same guy for three months now and he is amazing at turning me on with his words. We will play out fantasies or just hurry and have a quickie so I can cum. Its all good!!

 

[Guinevere]

Guinevere you're a trip! ^5
but there's really alot to be said for cyber sex (or online love-making). There's alot of stress in my life and its a fantastic tension reducer when there's not a live body around to do it for you.

Thank you, I aim to please....*snigger*
No seriously I agree with you Sweet-tee, it's fun, harmless, hot and a great stress buster...now if I only he wasn't so many hours behind me....

 

[nason]

damn, seems i am th elast one on earth who havent done that amazing thing.

where u guys got it? not here i guess. using some software?

 

[babydoll2u]

cyber sex

damn, seems i am th elast one on earth who havent done that amazing thing.

where u guys got it? not here i guess. using some software?

nason....
no you don't need any special software for cybersex. I like to do it on IM...I have both yahoo im and Aol im.
You just use your imagination.....tell your cyber partner what you like, type out what you'd like to do to her/him.
Its really very erotic and sensual....I've cum both times.

Peggy

 

[nason]

i see. so if i use MSN, that will be ok. seems i have to get a partner first. not easy for me but i will try. thanks guy (or gal?)

 

[Ammo44]

Re: cyber sex

nason....
no you don't need any special software for cybersex. I like to do it on IM...I have both yahoo im and Aol im.
You just use your imagination.....tell your cyber partner what you like, type out what you'd like to do to her/him.
Its really very erotic and sensual....I've cum both times.

Peggy

Pegy is exactly right............it works fantastic!!

 

[nason]

ask a silly question. i am so experienced u know, so, what is IM?
is it a software which we can watch other people or like MSN we used to chat?

thanks.

 

[Guinevere]

IM is just Instant Messenger. (as in MSN)

 

[omahaman2]

This is what NOT to do,repeat NOT do


Online computer users sometimes engage in what is 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...


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So Much For Cyber Sex
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 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 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 against 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 my 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 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!

Sweetheart: Logged off...

 

[babydoll2u]

O M GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!

ROFLMFAOOOOOOOOOOO! that is HILARIOUS!!

Omahaman...this is an actual transcript?!?!?!? I am laughing SO hard....thanks for the laugh this morning. I wasn't feeling good when I got up, but after reading this and laughing soooo hard, I feel better.

Thanks baby!

Peggy

 

[babydoll2u]

Instant Messengers...

ask a silly question. i am so experienced u know, so, what is IM?
is it a software which we can watch other people or like MSN we used to chat?

thanks.

Nason, IM is short for instant messenger, and it's used to chat....there's AOL im(referred to as AIM), MSN, ICQ, Yahooa and probably more. I have msn, yahoo and aim, but prefer to use yahoo. Also, if one has a webcam, you can use yahoo's webcam feature. I don't use a webcam (yet).. hubby might wonder what I'm doing with it, lol.

If want to download yahoo, you can add me if you'd like. My id is peggylynn_ (don't forget the _) .

Anyone else can add me as well....and not necessarily for cybering


Peggy

 

[Woodmiester]

ask a silly question. i am so experienced u know, so, what is IM?
is it a software which we can watch other people or like MSN we used to chat?

thanks.

just be mindful not get your linearment caught in the zipdrive cause if ya do that really hurts

 

[elrod]

a cyber a day keeps blues at bay

Just come across your mail, I'm new here - but enjoy cyber travel and sensual experiences meeting new friends and exploring desires.

Using words and imagination can be so - so sensual.
No fear, no ties, the freedom to be open with another - to suggest and ask - maybe for the first time how a stroke can lead to climax.. And sex with a stranger has its own exotic tones.

To imagine, to suggest, to help your partner enjoy mounting desire. For as long or as urgently as you wish. these are just the first steps - and the images can come back again and again.

To share and give delight and release to each other is an erotic art - we should all practice and enjoy.

May eros be with you. Elrod

 

[nason]

heartily thank u all, guys and gals.

oma, that post is really hilarious.

peggy, i added u into my yahoo and looking 4ward to chat, well, as u said, not necessary cyber sex.

woodmiester,

just be mindful not get your linearment caught in the zipdrive cause if ya do that really hurts

i don't understand, could u explain 4 me?

 

[The Mutt]

The tease began with emails back and forth, discussing fantasies and what we would do if we were together.
The we began to IM each other.
It starts with an innocent question.
"What are you wearing?"
"Nothing."
And the words fly back and forth. Words of love and lust.
'Pinch your nipple. Hard."
"Are you hard?"
"Are you wet?"
Across the miles we send commands that must be obeyed.
"Slide your finger down your belly."
"Stroke yourself."
"Lick your fingers."
The pauses in the typing grow longer and longer.
"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Will you bring me the panties you are wearing?"

"Yes."

 

[Guest]

in case it was not clearly stated, by web love-making i mean u make love by typing words on line with some one. love that but haven't try it yet. anyone want to try? post here.

hell i bought my computer just for cybersex i think



yes i have. yes i do. just finished up actually hehehehehehe [and thank you it was wonderful to that very special lady]

but make sure you know who you are having cybersex with. if not, your hot, perky love slave could really be a 400-pound, hairy backed, black man named russell who is pushing willy off the dock at the same time you are.

bwahahahahahahaha j/k

no seriously. it is a great way to explore your sexuality, your fantasies, and get to know someone intimately without any risk [unless of course you turned on your cam for russell] roflmfaowpprdml


as springer would say:

be good to yourselves

and each other

pj

 

[The Mutt]

Pushing Willie off the dock? Bwah hah hah hah hah

 

[babydoll2u]

peggy, i added u into my yahoo and looking 4ward to chat, well, as u said, not necessary cyber sex.

nason,
I added you to my yahoo im. hope to talk to you soon sweetie

Peggy

 

[Guest]

you prefer....maybe

Pushing Willie off the dock? Bwah hah hah hah hah

you prefer

floggin the dolphin?

polishing the one-eyed gopher?

squeezin the cream outta the twinkie?

polishing the pontiff?

beatin the bishop?

chokin the chicken?


sowwy...couldn't resist a few masturbation jokes....lol

well, gonna go take ole one eye to the optometrist now

c-ya


hi peggy hunni

pj

 

[~*sunkyssed_kym*~]

This is what NOT to do,repeat NOT do


Online computer users sometimes engage in what is 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...


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

So Much For Cyber Sex
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 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 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 against 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 my 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 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!

Sweetheart: Logged off...

Omg omahaman2, that should have come with a spew alert!
If I had an experience such as that, I think I'd remain celibate.

On the serious side... Those in LDR's know how enjoying cyber can help to ease the loneliness of separation.
Whatever the reason, when you have two people who are unable to share themselves in R/L; cyber can be a blessing.

~kym~ been there, done the LDR

 

[Ammo44]

Omg omahaman2, that should have come with a spew alert!
If I had an experience such as that, I think I'd remain celibate.

On the serious side... Those in LDR's know how enjoying cyber can help to ease the loneliness of separation.
Whatever the reason, when you have two people who are unable to share themselves in R/L; cyber can be a blessing.

~kym~ been there, done the LDR

Great point, kym......