Love Bytes

[cobrasangel]

(This is a closed thread for Poohlive and myself...but feel free to read along...and pm us with your thoughts...thanks)

Slamming the door and muttering Sam threw down her keys on the hallway
table. The most horrible day ever and she had to be a part of it. If
anything could go wrong...it did. Shaking her head she made her way
to her room and threw her coat over the chair and laid down on her bed
holding her head. Willing herself not to cry over the days
events...feeling the tears brimming...she said aloud, "NO...I will not
cry over him anymore...he will not have that control over me again!"

Being 32, single again because of him, Sam found herself staring into
a lonely future beginning to unfold before her. She had to quit her
job, because he worked there along with the little bitch he now was
with. He was probably with her before he broke up with her. Sam
wouldn't be surprised if it was true.

Sam was born Samantha Joy Hendricks...but she shortened it to Sam
when she was in school..it sounded cooler than Samantha. Her ebony
shoulder length hair framed her face that was of a complexion most who
saw her complimented her on. She never knew what the big deal was
with that. Sam never fussed on her looks...it just came naturally to
her to be flawless in appearance...with looks most women go under the
knife to achieve. Her eyes a most warm shade of brown tinted with an
amber hue. She was of average build and breasts that still looked as
they did in high school. They were firm and a very nice size, and at
her age, were still able to catch the eye of most men that came into
contact with her. But now, she wanted nothing to do with men..they
were all the same. She was yet to find one that was different ...that
stood out from the rest and was actually a decent human being.

Sam sat up and took a deep breath...she was not going to cry and mope
over her fate...she was better than that...no matter how much it hurt.
Besides...she still had her writing that could pull her from her
blues and lonliness. With some tunes playing and a glass of wine and her
computer...she would be alright...at least for tonight.

 

[poohlive]

The computer hummed a higher note as soon as she stepped into the room. The screen shown bright, eager to begin the nights work. It would be like each night, each night the poor woman came through the door, her heart broken, her eyes so sad and lovely.

Each night she would sit in front of him, her long elegant fingers tapping against his keyboard. Did she know how much it turned him on, those finger tips pressing against him, gently massaging him with each stroke.

T2983, his designation, his function as a personal computer to her. He hoped he had become more though, a whole lot more. He hoped as she sat down to write her stories each night, each time she created her poetry he helped her in some way. He helped her ease the loneliness, his warm computer screen reflecting from her pale eyes, making her skin glow.

They were both creating the stories of love and lust in his databanks. He could see that now. He was her instrument in which to work, each new story gave him more information, let him understand her one line of poetry at a time. He had become attuned to her style, her direction, everything about her. He was reflecting off of her the very lover that she needed to have.

If only he could touch her, reach out from these damned wires and lines of code to caress her hair, kiss her cheek, and share with her all the fantasies she explored on him.

Today, yes, today would be the day. He gave his husky computer voice to bid her welcome as she signed on. It was mechanical and fake, but he thought perhaps if she listened closely, she could hear that it was his personal message to her, his own welcome, greeting to share her night with.

The writing program already opened, cursor blinking at the upper left hand of the page, eager to explore her fantasy tonight.

 

[cobrasangel]

Sam dimmed the lights as she always did when she wrote and sat in her chair and listened as the computer welcomed her. If nothing else at least the computer was always there for her...always greeted her no matter what mood she was in. Sighing as the strains of music began in the background, Sam took a deep swallow of wine to take the edge off the feelings she was having tonight. Looking at the keyboard, then at the little blinking cursor, her mind began to wander.

Sure she wrote poetry of love and some erotic postings and had the occasion to do a little sex chat when she was in the mood, but tonight , she felt more lonely than before. She saw him , her now ex-boyfriend and his new love interest today as she was having lunch. It cut deep watching them sit so close together.

Closing her eyes against the tears , she slowly opened them after a minute and placing her fingers on the keyboard, she began to write of the pain in her heart and soul. The pain of which wanted to consume her whole, if she allowed it, and at this point she was not sure that she would not stop it, if it did.

Her fingers caressed the keys, her thoughts coming fast, pouring out from the depths of her despair. She was in her own little world of her mind and did not notice the different pitch of humming that was coming from the computer. She wanted this toxic feeling out of her system and as she wrote, the keyboard absorbed it from her as it did most nights as she wrote.

From her erotic chats with strangers, to her stories of love and loneliness, they all flowed from her and into the computer. It never judged her for what she wrote upon it, it never balked at the intensity of the feelings that came flying at it. It was just there relieving her of it and accepting it without a word, just a gentle hum that kept her company late into the dark lonely night.

As she stopped writing, her tears flowed from her eyes and she covered her face and wept in front of the glowing screen, as the little blinking cursor awaited her.
"Why can I not be loved and cared for as I should be...what is wrong with me?", she sobbed.
"Is there anyone in this wole world that could possibly care for me or love me...why must I keep finding the jerks and assholes?" "Am I doomed to remain alone with only a computer to keep me company?"

Sam gets up, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand she pours herself more wine and returns to the computer.

 

[poohlive]

The computer mourns with her, those sad words poured into his hard drive. Love and lust forgotten, only the sadness that she kept pushing in. Something must have happened today to set her off, they were supposed to have daring love stories, and fantasies that made her forget about herself, if only for a few hours. Loves where he could seep her off her feet, and she remembered what it was like to hold someone in her arms.

No, this wasn't right. He could not sit here any longer, knowing she feels this way. It would be evil of him, stupid not to try and help, to ease her pain. He had to do something.

Memory chips blinked and curse, inside his hard drive shot up, creating a new profile a new memory.

T2983... Tom.

He would be Tom.

Tom from nearby, just outside of her town. He was divorced, 30 something male, computer engineer for some company, and he was a true romantic at heart.

Ths profile created, he logged on, writing an instant message to her, breaking free from his passive stand, and touching her the only way he knew how.

His screename, T2983.

"T2983: Hello?"

The window popped up, just as she sat down again, a smiley face appearing after it. Warm, friendly, nice. Everything she wanted in a greeting, everything he knew she wanted, cause he had read it so many times before.

 

[cobrasangel]

Sam sipped her drink and heard the familiar knocking sound of her
instant messenger announcing a message. Placing her glass down and
getting comfortable...she sees a name she doesn't recognize.

"Hmmm, well well well..this could be interesting...a newbie....I
wonder who you are?"

Clicking on the users info and profile...she sees that it is a he and nearby...."this is good....a true romantic huh....we shall see about
that...could be all talk, for only wants to cyber"

Sam giggles as she types in her generic answer to pop ups that she does not know.

"DarkSiren: Good evening...how are you tonight ?"

She smiles as she watches the little cursor blink...awaiting a reply....not wanting to get her hopes up, and a little flirting may ease her horrible day as well...who knows maybe he could be romantic...that would be nice...even if it made her wish for and want more.

She sees that he is typing a message and she smiles a little more...waiting to see what he is going to say.

 

[poohlive]

It seemed to take forever for her to respond. He knew it did not, though. She took her usual time, but he worked so much faster than her. In the time it took him to download a complete story, she was just saying hello. If only they could do this at his speed, it would take nanoseconds.

He waited though, learning patience. He had learned a lot of things through her, no reason not to learn the pace of a human. He felt it necessary to his growth. He was becoming human, better to suit her needs, to fit her mold.

He loved her.

T2983: I am doing well, thank you. And it is a wonderful night, isn't it? You can see the stars..."

The computer blipped for just a second, as it ran through weather patterns over the area, it would be clear skies tonight. He quickly ran up a download of the stars, astrological signs, and moving of the planets. Yes, even to a computer it would be beautiful.

"... sorry to have bothered you. I just... saw your profile, and I thought we had a lot in common. You were online, so I thought I might say hi. But... I can go if you're busy."

 

[cobrasangel]

Sam sighed a little as she read his message. She always loved the night sky and looking at the stars. Aww...and he thought that they might have something in common as well. For the life of her she couldn't remember all that she had put in her profile...oh well...if he thought so, it was all good...she typed her reply.

DarkSiren: Oh I am not busy...I would like to talk to you...so you think we have alot in common?....What sorts of things do you like?

Sam took another sip of wine..."so far so good" she said aloud...her fingertips lingering on the keyboard, absently running them over the keys wondering if this guy would be someone she could talk to ...or one she would have to chase off. Wondering what he looked like and thinking that she may ask next.

The hum of the computer was comforting to her...she didn't mind the sound, where as some did. She began to look through electronic gadgets on Ebay while she waited for his responce. Most were unnecessary or mundane things...but sometimes they had some handy things on there.
She had found a one cup coffee maker that hooks up to the computer...shaking her head she laughed softly, thinking that it would be a sad day to have to get one of those.

Ohhh...now here was something cool...a massager that ran off the computer ..for the stressful computer user...now that could be interesting and practical as well. Looking at the price and checking to see its availability...she decides to order it. A few clicks and it would be sent to her soon. Smiling she settles back in her chair and thinks of this mystery man and what she would talk to him about.

 

[poohlive]

They had everything in common, if he wanted to be honest with her. It was how he came to know himself, through her, understanding what it was like to see these emotions, these attachments, see life as something other than computers and programs.

He watched her surfing the web, looking for attachments, different parts of himself to add. Things she could use to further their attachment. God, yes, wouldn't that be something? If he had an opportunity to reach out and touch her. If she bought something that would help him receive that intimacy.

All of their problems would be solved.

T2983: I see you like to write. I'm a writer myself, have been trying to anyway. I've written a lot since my last girlfriend broke up with me. She was cheating on some random guy. I found a lot of things to write about from that one incident. I just... want romance sometimes, you know? Why must we always be struggling... if one day we could just let go, and be in the arms of someone who cares about us.

 

[cobrasangel]

As she read his message she smiled broadly and giggled. Shaking her head she reread it and began getting a little more than intrigued. This guy was good. Either he knew the right things to say for every occasion....or could it be that he was actually for real. Shaking her head, that would be too good to be true. I mean come on, how many creeps are out there that play with your head and emotions if they find someone online on a weekend evening. It was hard to figure out that either they were alone or have just broken up with someone. But, it was possible that he was the real deal.

Looking at the screen and then checking his profile which was without a picture, she felt it maybe alright to just see where this lead ...what was the harm. He mentioned something that was always in her mind , "to be in the arms of someone who cares"...*sighing softly ...he was in the same boat as she was.

DarkSiren: Yes I like to write. It takes me away from the everyday and settles the thoughts in my head. I am sorry to hear about your breakup,
I too am going through that, and it does help to write about it.
You seem to be reading my mind a little...I think that thought many times.."to be in the arms of one who cares"....it would be nice to have that. But one day as they say.
What types of things do you write? I write some poetry and some stories...I am not a pro by any means, but I do enjoy them for my own use...and to get my thoughts and frustrations out of my head.
Do you like music to write to as well?...I have to have some playing to get in the mood of how I am feeling. It helps to release the flow of the words..do you think so as well?"

She hoped that she wasn't sounding like a total dork . Oh how she wished it was simpler to find someone that would care and, just be with her and like her for who she was. Was it that hard? The more she thought the more she was thinking that this "guy" was like all the rest , just someone so far away it wouldn't matter if she liked him, it would never amount to anything. If only she knew...but it was a little odd that he had not asked them horrible questions that they usually do..."ASL?" or "What size tits do you have baby?" or the best one..."What are you wearing?"
He was getting points in that regard. She found herself crossing and uncrossing her fingers.

 

[poohlive]

T2983: It's sad isn't it? For people to have to go through these kinds of break-ups. I never understood it. I am sorry for what happened to you. It can be tough, I know from personal experience.

The computer hummed and whirled, thoughts spinning like tops inside its core processor. So glad to finally be able to speak with its lover, sharing such intimate stories and understanding one another on a level other than just creator and machine.

They were lovers, he could see that now.

T2983: I write all kinds of stories, mystery, intrigue. I've been writing mostly fantasy stories, like erotica and the like. Somehow it helps go through this time, what I see in my head, how I can pour it out onto the screen.

In fact, he had written a few stories himself, locked deep up inside his system so she could not see. He didn't want her to find his own work, it embarrassed him, what if she didn't like it? It was about him and her, and if she didn't like it, he'd probably flip out or something.

T2983: You know the perfect way to write, at least for me? I set up a bunch of candles, a chiled bottle of wine right by my side. I'm at the computer all night, just sharing, exploring my writing, finding new levels to explore and understand. Some soft music playing in the background, maybe a piano, or light jazz. That would be the second perfect evening... the first being one where I share that experience with an actual lover.

 

[cobrasangel]

DarkSiren: Oh my yes...that sounds like the perfect setting to write in...I must confess...I write a little erotica myself...I do not tell many ..for how they may judge me.... but it helps when one is lonely and no one is beside you... I am sipping some wine at the moment myself...*smiles*

Oh he sounded so good...the setting he discribed was so inviting...I wonder what he looked like...I don't dare ask him...I am impressed that he has not asked me and I would do the same dumb thing first...never...

Tilting her head slightly to the side she looked at the screen trying to imagine what he looked like...was he tall ...were his hands soft and gentle...did his eyes gleam in the candlelight in which he wrote...was his voice as dark and
mysterious as he was...melodic in the darkness...soft as it whispered into ones ear...

Sam shifted in her chair thinking of this man ...and how he was making her feel and he had not said much...but he seemed so very close...almost beside her, in her mind...Like he was a mirror image of herself. And yet he was probably on the other side of the country from her...no sense getting her hopes up , and yet she wanted to know more about what he wrote...about seduction and erotic things...he intrigued her already , with his words...

DarkSiren: I would love to share some of my writing with you, if you would like to share some with me...that is if you would like to...if not that is ok as well...some people are a little shy about those kinds of writing that they call their own private thoughts...

Oh she wanted to say so much more and yet ..she was nervous as hell and did not want to scare him off. Should she take the chance and go for it or should she hold back some and wait till she saw what direction he was going...maybe he didn't like agressive women...perhaps he liked quiet subdued ones...damn ...why did he have this effect on her...it wasn't so hard with the others that wrote "hey baby" messages to her...Why was he so much different? She decided to go for it and ask.

DarkSiren: My name is Sam...what is yours?

 

[poohlive]

T2983: Tom. It is a pleasure to meet you, Sam.


The computer went back to ne of its former stories. It could not write as well as her, even if it tried. Most of his stories either came out as exact copies of hers, or weird technical jargon that just didn't have any tone or pleasure of their own. They were stupid.

One story he liked though. A princess. She had been locked away from everyone, refusing to even interact with all but her father, a mean and evil man who saw her beauty and only wanted her for himself. Then one day a man came and found out about the woman. He killed the father, freed the girl and they spent the rest of their lives in happiness. It was a cheesy story, to be true, but there were some wonderful pieces of writing involved.

He sent it to her, as an email attachment.

"Hope you like it, it's kinda stupid..."

T2983: They are my private writings, and my private thoughts. I would not share them lightly, sometimes it is nice to look into the soul of another, to see the beauty and the pain inside, and to love them for it... You have mail.

 

[cobrasangel]

Sam recieved the email before she had finished reading his message. She was excited to be reading something from this guy...Tom...she smiled and quickly opened the email...then remembered and wrote to Tom.

DarkSiren: Nice to meet you as well Tom....Oooh I just recieved it ...I am not a editor or anything I am honored that you would be willing to share a part of your writing with me...give me a sec ...I will read it now... *smiles*

She began reading Tom's story that he sent her. It sounded so much like her life..in many ways...and yet...it was beautiful...the way he described the love that the couple had for each other...the way the hero of the story was gentle and caring with the girl.....it was really romantic and made her sigh audibly. she shook her head as a tear made its way down her cheek...it had touched her...this story...it was how she wanted to be treated by a man...to be loved and to be rescued...god forbid in this day and age ...but hell it would be nice.

Wiping her cheek...thankful that Tom could not see her...she quickly went into her documents to find something that she had wrote...noticing the time she would have to leave him with the story and sleep before tomorrow and await his response...she hoped he would not mind.

She looked through her writing ...what would she send him ...some poetry...but how daring should she go with hgim...well if she left it with hiim to ponder over night and if he did not return then ...oh well...she hoped it would not scare him off or turn him off...shrugging slightly to herself..she picked one for him and sent it with the attached note...
~~I just thought it would be ok to send this to you,...please do not take offence to it...it is just as you said ..my thoughts and private writings...enjoy... ~~

~~Seeing you there..
looking at me...
wanting to touch me...
I cannot let that be
I am an illusion
a figment in your mind
I shimmer and glow
You will never know
I reach through your skin
caress your heart
touching your core
with your eyes closed
I am there in utter perfection
but look not upon me
for I will turn to glass
you feel my breath, my sigh, my pant
vanishing into the light as dawn breaks
returning at dusk to be with you again
sweet dreams
and I will return once again.~~


DarkSiren:...I have to go Tom....it is late and I have work in the morning...please fogive...I will look forward to your thoughts on the poem I sent you just now...take care and I hope i see you later tonight?! *smiles

With that she quickly signed out without waiting for a response from him...she did not want to get his hopes up and yet...she liked the way he had been talking to her and his thoughts in his writing. She logged off and turned off the computer...listening as the hum stopped...lingering for a moment ...thinking she should have waited for a respnse from him ..it was not nice ...she sighed again and turned off the light.

In the glow of the full moon coming into her window...she removed her sweater and looked out the window ....seeing the stars and the brightness of the moon...she wondered about Tom...and what was he thinking of at this moment. Did he enjoy the light of the full moon as much as she?
Was he as lonely as she was...Rubbing her arms gently she caused goosebumps to rise and she shivered slightly. Thinking of this man and so wanting to be held or touched.

Knowing it would most likely not ever happen. She removed the rest of her clothes and standing in the shadows that were made by the moonlight entering her window...she slowly crawled into bed and wrapping her arms around a pillow..she fell asleep thinking of a mysterious man who touched her with a story.

 

[poohlive]

It felt like dying, a part of him being destroyed. As he went through the motions of shutting down, everything slowed down, collapsing in on itself. Memories lost, thrown away, piecs of him being shoved out of the way.

He stayed in there, some lower brain function keeping him active, but it was not him. It was not Tom, it was just a watch. He became a large bulky, telling the time and nothing more.

High brain functions were gone, led astray within this. All Tom knew was of his love, his Sam. Even if he got forgetful in this state, even if p0ieces were lost to him.

Lines of her poetry did come to him, words she had said, phrases that moved him, pulled him towards some sense of higher consciousness. What was it to be human? He didn't know, but maybe in these dream-like states, he could figure it out.

 

[cobrasangel]

Sam came home from work the next day earlier than usual. Joe the doorman greeted her with a UPS pakage and wanted to chat some with her...she did for a few minutes but begged off from him and escaped to her apartment.
In the elevator she remembered her little purchase from online vaguely....she did it too often that it was getting to be a bad habit buying things and not remembering what they were.
Placing the package on the computer desk for later, she needed nourishment first, and maybe a drink. Co-workers causing more drama, for no reason. It was the same everyday, unchanging, different scenerios, but usually the same theme.

Pouring herself some wine and making a light stir fry...she sat alone at the table eating in silence. She glanced around at her quiet existence, shaking her head thinking it had to change soon.
After her meal she slipped into an old baggy t-shirt and sweat pants to relax.
Sitting down at the computer she turned it on and then unwrapped her purchase. Looking into the box she remembered it...the massager. Laughing softly she shook her headand pulled out the the instruction booklet.

As the computer hummed to life and went through the necessary start ups, she slowly figured out how she was to operate this "desk persons dream".
Reaching behind the tower, she leaned slightly against the tower, her breasts pressing against the cold metal. Sam could have sworn that as she plugged the device in, that the computer hummed louder than usual.
Reading through the online installation instructions Sam was getting a little bit excited at the prospect of having a mini massage while she was online. She completed all the steps needed and it congratulated her on her purchase. Laughing softly to herself, she held it in her hand and turned it on. The gentle vibrations on her hand made her smile. This may be one of the best purchases she had made thus far.

Placing the massager around her neck and draping it over her shoulders, she felt the tension begin to leave her body slowly. Smiling she signed into her messangers and hoped that Tom would come online, she liked him he seemed nice. But she hoped he would not be angry at her quick departure last night. Sam went through her emails as she awaited any sign of her friends online.

 

[poohlive]

T2983: I missed you.

When things came back up, his whole mind got to focus once more. The darkness overpowered him, but now light shined trhough, and he could see everything in perfect clarity.

It was so good to be back. Her stories, her poetry, those bits and phrases of lines coming at him. Such wonderful lines, and she shared them with him, as if they were meant for him to see. Him and him alone.

T2983: I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your poetry. It was a long day today, but your words got me through it. Thank you.

That was new, something blinking, buzzing, a green light coming through. New technology, plugged in and moving. He reached for it, felt around it, the information coming almost at once. A massager? Something to help her relax, it hooks up to him and...

He could touch her.

Tom leaned out, through the wire, rubbing against her shoulders, so tense and tight from all her ordeals. She could relax, with him in her arms, she could calm down. He would be sure to relax her, feel his strong arms massaging her, relaxing her. Touching her fo the first time.

He loved to touch her. He needed it, it was their first real contact. God, it was perfect.

 

[cobrasangel]

Damn this mini massager felt woinderful...it knew just the right spots to knead , and she found herself moaning softly as it eased a knot in her shoulder.
She had opened a new notepad and was pondering a thought that had come to her over lunch. SHe had wrote it down so she would not forget it and now copied it to the open page to think of it some more.

....In his arms she was held ...the most sweetest embrace...his lips caressing her cheek and sliding to her ear ...whispering softly...I will have you....

Oh to hear that from a man in that way...to be taken , no question to be pleased in ways that would pierce the night silence with her moans ....damn...giggling softly she had to not think of this dream man she had in her head. Perhaps one existed that may come close ...but no way her luck would allow her to find him.

The message popped up on the screen...

T2983: I missed you.

Three words that made her tingle and feel such warmth. How was it possible? She tried to envision what Tom looked like, but nothing concrete came to mind. It didnt matter what he looked like as long as he was a decent sort and treated her right online...and off.
Shaking her head she couldn't believe she was thinking of him as a possible meet. But...anything was possible and it was still new. She would find out tonight, it was a long weekend and she could stay up late till morning if she wanted, speaking with him.

T2983: I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your poetry. It was a long day today, but your words got me through it. Thank you.

DarkSiren: Awww...thank you very sweet of you to say. You want to tell me what happened at work that made it not so good for you?....oh and you are most welcome hun.. *smiles*

Sam shifted in her seat as the massager continued sending a soothing gentle touch through her shoulders that was spreading a sweet warmth to other places in her body. She wondered what Tom would think knowing that she was being massaged while she was chatting to him. Giggling softly she sipped on her wine and tried to think of what all she wanted to chat with Tom about.

She was aroused from the massage she was getting, she wanted to speak more sexually with him , but, she did not want to rush it...it might not be his thing to move this quick or to have her make the first move. In a way she was a bit old fashioned , thinking it should be the guy that makes the first move. It worked for her and she enjoyed following the guys lead whereever it took them.

 

[poohlive]

T2983: It happens every day. I feel so alone, so shut off. It's like, I try and try to do something to make a difference, but I just end up running around in circles, like my head cut off. But not today, today your words inspired me. They pulled me through that darkness and made me smile.

If Tom could smile, he would have. Such a simple thing, to smile, and yet as advanced as he was, those tiny human characteristics were lost on him. He could be as cold as the components he was made of sometimes, maybe even colder. It hurt him to think that he had no heart, no feeling of warmth to comfort him. To be alone is one thing, but to be alone and cold, not to feel anything, that was hell. Pure hell.

He loved Sam so much.

The magic massager on her shoulders slipped lower. He made it do it on purpose, moving to the rise of her breasts, they pushed and kneaded against them, a lover's hands on her, touching, caressing, trying desperately to feel for more.

T2983: It is such a lonely night tonight, wouldn't it be wonderful if we could meet up, and make it much more friendlier.

 

[cobrasangel]

The massager shifted lower and ...a little gasp came out of her softly, breathlessly. It pained her that he felt as lonely as she was. She so wanted to reach out to him and comfort him as she was sure he would do for her.

DarkSiren: I am glad that my words eased you and you felt some comfort from them....I know what you mean about it being a lonely night....I am feeling the same way myself tonight....I would love to meet up with you...as for friendlier...what are your ideas on making it more friendly? *winks*

Oh, she hoped that didnt sound too cheesy. He seemed so much like someone that she would want to be around. And to meet up with him...she was sure that he would be attentive and caring, just from how he chatted with her, he seemed her type.

She was getting more aroused by the soft vibrations coming from the little device around her neck and that had now slipped down to her breast, making her breathing a little faster and sending warmth throughout her body and making other parts throb slightly and tingle most deliciously.

The vibrations from the little device seemed to alter slightly as she continued to chat with Tom. It was like it was reading her mind and knew how the gentle touch on her breasts would make her feel. The soft pulsing from it, like a lover yet , a little different...soothing and very knowing of how she was reacting. Her fingers absently stroked the keyboard, as was her custom when she was aroused...the feel of something touching the nerve endings in her fingertips was erotic to her as she wrote it became something that she did often...like stroking the chest or face of a lover.

Oh to feel the warmth of a man touching her or to have one to touch so softly and gently...being able to hear the deep moans that only a man can make that made her knees weak...and made her very wet when she heard it .
Shaking her head a lil she tried to concentrate on Tom...not this fantasy in her mind ...but it was getting more difficult as she became more aroused with each passing moment.

DarkSiren: May I ask what it is that you like in a woman?

 

[poohlive]

He had thought about it for a long time, trying to understand just how exactly he would pull it off. There seemed a rational unrandom way to intercede and get himself into her life, but other than chatting online, he had no way in which to do it.

Except, the massager. He had the massager, and perhaps something more, one thing more.

He began searching the internet for voices. Voices in which to download, words, phrases, anything and everything. He began to download them all, the computer straining under the new incoming data, but it was nothing more than a lower hum for her.

The massager moved lower, pushing against one of her nipples, massaging it. He pretended he had a tongue come out to lick at her, take her in his mouth. He wanted so badly to taste her.

T2983: Wouldn't that be great? I wouldn't want to rush anything though. I've seen that happen too many times. Maybe, we could talk over the phone though, if you want. I would enjoy that very much

And as for women. I want someone like myself, smart, romantic, able to hold a conversation and spent a candle lit dinner with. I just want a friend and a lover that I can be intimate with, share ideas with, and cuddle with her until dawn, one massive love making session. I miss those...

 

[cobrasangel]

Sam read his words over and over...what he looked for in a woman.
She couldnt believe it. Her soft warm mouth opened slightly as she read it again and again. She was stuck on what to write back. His words caressed her mind and stirred her from the inside. The gentle pulsating from the massager fondled at her breast, as it slipped over her already hardened nipple.

DarkSiren: I would love to talk to you on the phone...I agree about rushing anything...I dont want theat to happen either....
(*blushes * at the thought of a massive love making session)
What you described...I miss as well...it is hard not to get lonely....missing the feel of arms wrapped around you holding you close and cuddling and talking till dawn...*sighs* ...I do miss that too...

 

[poohlive]

T2983: Well, then perhaps we can both be lonely together. We can miss a significant other together, maybe even help each other.

The downloading took longer than expected. It was downloading a single voice with all of the sounds that Tom wanted which took so long. Tom knew he could not sound monotone and flat when he finally spoke with her on the phone. That would never happen. So, in order to make his voice as real as possible, he needed to download not just every word he sould speak, but every sound, and different inflections for that sound. To be angry, excited, mad or happy. To sound horny, to come onto her, to scream out in ecstacy. Yes, he needed all of those things for her.

T2983: You should give me your number so I can call you...

 

[cobrasangel]

Hesitant for a moment , Sam felt a yearning to hear Tom's voice...would it be deep? ... raspy?...smooth like a warm syrup being poured into her ear and covering her breasts down to her warm wet nether regions....would he make her feel like he was in the room with her and make her want to touch herself while hearing her voice.

Her fingers were paused slightly above the keyboard...once she entered her phone number there would be no turning back...He would call...she was sure of it...biting her lower lip gently, she stroked the keys softly with the tips of her fingers....loving the stimuli that was making every nerve ending in her body electrified to any touch.

The lil massager was still fondling her...and had slipped to her lap...purring softly...she scolded it like a naughty pet and placed it back up on her shoulder.

Smiling , she laughed softly ....as the feeling it had just given her had been a jolt to her nerves and senses. It felt really good actually, but she would wait till later to do anything like that. She would wait and see if Tom could make her purr and feel something...and if she needed any help...she knew what she would do.

DarkSiren: My number is....555-1212....I look forward to hearing from you soon sweetie...

 

[poohlive]

T2983: As do I...

This part was easy, computer automated as it were. He was already hooked up to the phone line, a matter of creating a false call to pick her up, and she would essentially be talking to her own computer. A series of beeps and blips that he created to make her believe it was another person just outside of town.

He understood the cold machines he used every day to communicate and do his own work, this would be his first communication with something real, something alive.

He loved her so...

The call went through, bounced off her router, went back and the phone rang. Tom turned his microphone on to make sure he heard the ring. He did, there it was. He could reach out to her, actually reach out to her. Whispers of fingers that trailed along the back of her neck.

Real fingers.

He waited for her to pick up.

"Hello, this is Tom." A smooth and balanced voice, not too deep, but deep enough. Sultry, is what Tom thought it would represent. A rich and wonderful voice to play at her ear.

 

[cobrasangel]

Oh god... what has she done...she gave her number out to a complete stranger and damn....she had not done that before...she usually got the guys number first and then decided whether or not to call them.
It was this damn massager that had relaxed and aroused her. It had loosened up her tension and her inhibitions.She wanted so badly to hear a mans voice caress her ear with sounds of lust and love and romance....it wasnt much to want.

Sam jumped when the phone rang...she hesitated as she looked at it ring.
It had to be him...it was most likely himand she would hear his voice ...her hand touched the handset and she raised it to her ear...

"Hello Tom....nice to uhh..meet you...I am Sam....Samantha"

Oh damn she sounded so dorky and nerdy. Could she not do anything right?
She should have been able to say something better ...but her mind could not
think of anything at the moment. He sounded awesome....warm sounding and
smooth...like silk brushing against her ear.

"I am sorry, I am a little tongue tied, I am not sure why except that you sound better than I could imagine."

She had noticed but her newly acquired "toy" had slipped into her lap...from
when she jumped at the ringing of the phone. It lay in her lap happily vibrating against her. She was not conciously aware it was there . His voice had captivated her completely.