on-line sluts

[willywanker]

My marriage was in a dip in the road. Don't get me wrong, I loved my wife, still do, but we just didn't seem as interested in sex as we once did. I was working to much and she was worried about her children from an earlier mafrriage and we were drifting apart. But I still believed in the vows I spoke before God and man when we got married. So I began to surf the internet, looking for good porn sites and behind the locked doors of my office, I relieved the pressure building in my balls. I wasn't proud of myself, but I wasn't cheating.
Soon, pictures weren't enough. I've always been big on fantasy, so I found my way to the story sites. And then I found so many peoples fantasies, I had a hard time desideing what to read, so many great stories, I started getting more grief at home, cause I'd stay late at the office, jack off to the stories and then find myself with a wife who suddenly wanted sex and me not in the mood, my needs already met. And then one day, I found Literotica, great stories, easy to navigate sections of interest, and Hmmmmmmm, whats this? A chat room. Never done that before. What the heck, its not cheating, right?
Well, if your reading this, you probably already have a good idea what came next. I made lots of new "friends" both male and female, and the female friends would sometime "help" me out with my frustrations. My wife was starting to question whether I was cheating, but I could look her square in the eye and tell her I had never made love to another woman, at least not literally.
But when you start down the road, sometimes you don't know where it will lead. How could people you only talked to my computer become so real? Am I cheating? And how far can you go before it is cheating?

 

[willywanker]

ok, just for the record, I'm a 42 year old married male. The story above to this point is fact, not fiction. I have told some of the women I know on-line about this posting and hope they can help me bring more life to this story. I want to take things as they actually happened and then start to expand into role playing. And just for the record, I am not calling the ladies I have met on-line sluts, That title I reserve for myself and one special lady who I hope will add her thoughts here also, kind of our pet name for each other.

 

[Syd]

My husband and I have always had a great sex life. We are very open to new experiences and love to try new things. I knew he came to the internet to check out "dirty" web sites. I would get a little miffed, but I'd just chalk it up to his being a "visual" type of guy....like most guys, I suppose. One night in mid-May, I came home from a party I had gone to alone. I was feeling quite good from the several drinks I had enjoyed. The kids were in bed and he was in our office, sitting at the computer in the dark. I could not see what he was working on. I sat on the couch and told him about my evening. After awhile, he called me to the computer. I watched the screen as words scrolled by accompanied by funny little icons. I stood for a second and then I noticed it was a chat room. And as I read as the scroll went by, that it was a rather sexy chat room. I began to rub his shoulders as I read on. I was very curious and full of questions. He asked if I wanted to sit and have a try. I nudged him right out of the chair and jumped right in. I found, as I chatted with someone, that I was getting so very aroused. Not only by what he was saying, but what I was saying. I totally let go as my husband watched. Well, he soon began to mimick what my chat partner was doing to me. It was so incredible, so erotic. For weeks after that first experience, we logged on together every night. We then went looking for couples... I was barely able to finish the chats before jumping him!!! I celebrated my birthday here. I have to tell you, if you're birthday is coming around...think of coming here. The intense feelings I had lasted past my logging out. But that is for another thread....! Now, after being here for a couple of months, I come to live out fantasies, experience other lovers, let myself go free. Knowing that my husband does the same, we can open ourselves more, try things we perhaps never would have. I only look forward to the many other experiences awaiting me!

 

[Syd]

By the way...I am not the special lady to whom Willy refers! But I do enjoy coming here to fool around and discover!! Love ya Willy!!

 

[willywanker]

Chat rooms were new to me. I had heard terrible thing about people meeting in chat rooms and breaking up marriages, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this or not. The people all seemed to know each other and I started out feeling like an outsider. I just logged in and then viewed what was going on. People kept using abbreiveation I didn't understand and I didn't want to keep asking what everything meant, so I just watched for someone else to ask instead. And then I wandered into one of the room off the main lounge. HOLY SHIT!!! This was better than an on-line story. This was interactive sex. I was hooked, and as I kept returning, I was recongnized more and more and developed more friends. I won't name names, to protect the guilty, but found some of my new lady friends were willing to slip off to "take care of business." This was opening up a whole new world for me.

Over time, as with real world friendships, each took on different characters. I had friends I talked to only in the main lounge, friends who I talked to in both and a couple I only talked to in the side rooms. And yes, I still felt like I wasn't cheating, so who was I hurting?

 

[Syd]

I have chatted before in more mild (lol) chats. Some of the lingo was familiar, but there were a few abbreviations I didn't know. Everyone was so very nice in helping me join in. After a while, my husband and I stopped coming in to chat together. We would vie for time on the computer to have individual moments with our cyber lovers. I would come on during the day and he at night. I enjoyed the goofing around in the lounge. <I need to run, but will continue later>

 

[willywanker]

So when did I cross that line in the sand I had drawn for myself? When did things start to spiral out from where I thought I was and start to pull me into places I hadn't planned to go? I was still convinced that cyber sex wasn't REALLY sex, so I was being faithful, just imagnative with my masturbation inspiration. If I were looking at pictures in a men's magazine, it wasn't cheating so why would it be cheating to masturbate while I chatted on-line with another willing person who was pleasing themselves also. Of course, this lead to some funny conversation, about how bad I typed and spelled. I remember once a lady in the lounge told me I could type better if I used both hands. I replied "But then I'd have to type with my nose."

I was having lots of fun and had convinced myself I could go this far, and this far only. I could chat on-line, share intimate times with ladies I had never seen, and then go home to my wife and my "real" life and not mix the two. But one day something happened to shake my belief that I was really totally in control. It had been a bad weekend, my wife and my daughter from a previous marriage had an arguement and I found myself in the middle and I got to my office on a Monday morning still really pissed. I went into the chat room and saw several friends on line. I said a couple of things and one special lady sensed that something was wrong and sent me a Private Message and asked if everythin was all right. It wasn't really fair, but I started to unload my problems on her. As I've already said, my typing stinks and it was taking so long, she asked if she could call me on the phone to talk about it. I said ok and gave her the number. The phone rang and I had a voice to go with the name and icon on my computer screen. It was a very sexy voice and I knew I had stepped over the line in the sand. But it was ok, I was still in control. HAHAHAHA, little did I know. After I had finished unloading, and started to feel better, she asked if I had ever had phone sex. WHAT WAS HAPPENING? I told her no and made excuses for having to get off the phone, but the seed had been planted.

 

[Syd]

I became more comfortable with chatting knowing that I was "safe" behind my keyboard. I would get requests to send a photo of myself, but would always respond, "no, I can't cross that line". And the question to follow would be "and what line is that"?. I had a very definite line drawn...the line between real and virtual. Then one day, I decided to push my line back a bit. I sent a photo of myself to someone. I was very nervous in doing so, but I took a deep breath and hit the send button. I awaited the response, wondering what the verdict would be. He loved it!...whew!! It is a very conservative picture, a portrait-style shot. I then began to send it out more freely, not feeling worried at all. I suppose if the respones were bad, I would have stopped sending it...lol. Some mentioned how conservative it is. I told them it was either that photo or the one where I'm naked, spread eagle by the fireplace....We'd laugh and one asked, "really...do you have a shot like that?". (the answer is no, btw). As I became more open and my husband and I became more seperate in our chatting, I found myself thinking about one of the guys I met...after I had logged off. Our chats were very hot, very passionate...so very real. He was beginning to consume my thoughts. My husband would come home, kiss the kids, kiss me and get to the computer as soon as he could. I would feel like I was alone as he seduced another woman. Giving her the attention that I desired. I would say to myself that I couldn't dare harbor these feelings because I was spending all day chatting. One night as we were making dinner together, the topic of meeting our chat partners in real life came up; he initiated the conversation. Way back in the dark spaces in my mind I was thinking how exciting that would be. As the conversation proceeded I felt like he had already thought about meeting someone. I asked me if I could do that, let him meet someone else. I said as long as I could, too, and we chuckled. The conversation was just exploratory, but I believe we both were thinking the same thing...meeting out cyber lovers in real life.

 

[willywanker]

I went home that night and made up with my wife and made love with more passion than had been in our bedroom for quite a while. She commented that was some of the best make-up sex we had ever had. But what she didn't, and never could know was that I was thinking of my cyber lover and the things we had done. What was going on? Here I had a real flesh and blood woman, a great body, and I was making love to a fantasy.

I almost didn't log on the next day. I could feel something was different, some measure of restraint missing, and I just didn't trust myself. But every time I passed the computer on the workstation, the little devil on my shoulder said,"Oh, go on, its just talking, just some key strokes." And weak man that I am finding out that I am, I finally gave in and logged on. "She" was in the room when I entered the chat and almost immediatly messaged me. "I was afraid I had pushed to far" she said. "No," I replied, "you didn't do anything wrong. You were a good friend to call me yesterday and let me spill on your shoulder." "So, your not upset about the phone sex thing?" she typed. How do I answer that question? It has been bouncing around in my head since yesterday. I tried to explain but she typed, "You still can't type. Can I call you again so we can talk about this?"

Woohoo, moment of truth, what to do? My male ego won and I said ok and started to second guess myself as soon as it happened. But in just a minute the phone rang and I answered it. That same sweet sexy voice, "Hi willy, so is everything ok today?" All the horror stories of on-line stalkers and messed up marriages came flooding back. But this sexy lady lives half way cross the country, not just down the block. She can't just "drop by" so whats the harm. So we talked about ordinary things, just like two friends on the phone until,,,,,,,,,,,

"So Willy, what is it about phone sex that scares you?" she asked in a voice that just dripped with sensual heat. I told her "I'm not sure. Its not you, its me." "What, that don't make any fucking sense" she laughed. "But it does", I tried to explain, "its another line I'm stepping over and I still plan to remain faithful to my wife. I don't trust myself to keep drawing new lines. I have to say, here and no further." She laughed and laughed, "So you can suck me, fuck me, do me every which way on a computer but you can't say the words out loud?" I t did sound pretty far fetched, and I felt my resolve weekening. And then with honey dripping from her voice, she asked "And if I dropped to my knees right now and put my hands on your crotch, would I find a hard-on?" And just like that, she would have. She asked if I were alone and if I had a few minutes and before I knew it I had closed and locked my office door and my pants lay in a heap on the floor. It was just like on the computer, she'd tell me what she was doing to me and I'd tell her what I was doing to her, except now I can hear the catch in the voice when something new is added and the sound of her voice, the sounds she made pushed me toward the edge.

When it was over, as I tried to clean myself and put meself back together, she asked, "Now was it that bad?" "NO" I said aloud as to myself I said, It was THAT good. Another line broken.

 

[willywanker]

OOC (out of character) Ok, ladies, I have crossed into fantasy, the real world has past, feel free to pick up on this role play and make me a bigger slut.

IC After hanging up the phone, I started to think about how easy it is to justify the things we do. I mean really, if my wife isn't taking care of my needs, what does she really expect me to do? And cyber sex and phone sex arn't really cheating, right? So why was I looking at the waitress different, wondering how the lady in front of me in the check out line looked without that loose hanging skirt, smiling back differently when a nice looking lady smiled at me.

I didn't plan to cross any other lines, I really didn't. But some how things just seem to take on a life of there own. And when the invitation came from a cyber friend to attend a cook out and pig roast in another state, I started to justify that too. There didn't have to be sex, it could be just friends getting together. But I was sure that this was a trip I wanted to take alone, just me, no ball and chain, no wife, no responsibilities. And the planning began, the plan to slip out of town, could I really just meet her and nothing happen? And what if she was disappointed with me? I'm no Robert Redford or Harrison Ford. I'm Joe Average with long hair and a mustache. These thoughts kept my mind busy as I drove. To soon I arrived and the moment of truth had arrived.

 

[asian cunny]

I never understood what got into me to say yes, when my friend Shelly asked me to come to this cook out and pig roast. She said: "Cindy, you will be able to meet a lot of men there, surely one of them will be able to heal your broken heart? If not fill the empty hole in your heart, at least some of them may be able to fill your other empty holes," she added playfully.

After I broke up with my boyfriend a couple of months ago, I'd been complaining to her a lot about the lack of love in my life. She had urged me many times to forget him, but the fact that he betrayed me, and had gotten married to his cyber lover behind my back, still smarts. His pleading that they met at a party when I was out of town, and how one thing led to another, and they ended up sleeping together, that a month later she called him telling that she was pregnant and he was responsible...... He didn't tell me anything until after they were married, "hoping that that wouldn't affect our relationship." How could he???

Yes, we were both addicted (or is there another word for our behaviour?) to on-line chatting and cybering. It was all a lot of fun, and we swore no one would get hurt. We had the same cyber friends, and we often cybered together, having on-line orgies. We laughed at the stories we heard of marriages and relationships broken up by cybering. After all, we didn't keep it from each other. We did it together! How could it hurt us? We loved each other, we were sure of each other. Nothing was gonna come between us. We had an open relationship, with no jealousies. What could go wrong? Well, everything did!

After we broke up, I quit chatting and cybering. I was even tempted to get rid of my computer, but still needed it for my work. I couldn't even lose my internet connection, as a lot of my correspondence was done by e-mail. But at least I could stop chatting.

Shelly is also chat friends. We'd hit it off so well together, that we decided to get acquainted in person. Especially since she also lives in the neighborhood. Well, she sympathised with my predicament, and blamed my ex for his carelesness, but there was nothing she could do for me. She asked me to get back on-line and make new friends, but I was too hurt to do that. Lately, I've been feeling more lonely than ever, with my birthday just a week ago, and lots of holidays coming up soon. And the last week, I'd been complaining Shelly's ear off her head. In the end, she said she thought it was time for me to come out of my shell.

Anyway, Shelly talked me into going, and for me to be ready for anything. She was also going with her fiance, Bob. And he offered to find me a date, telling me he had a friend coming from out of town, but I refused, telling them I'd just come along for the food and company. I'm not ready to start a new relationship yet.


[Edited by asian cunny on 08-02-2000 at 07:42 AM]

 

[Syd]

Meeting a cyber lover "in real life" would be absolutely crazy. Beau, my husband, and I adore each other and our sex life is everything one would dream! So why had I agreed on attending a party where some of my chat friends agreed to attend as well? Thoughts of groping and orgies came across my mind...and I giggled, knowing that they're people just like me (I hope...).

My chat friends and I always joke around about kissing, touching, licking and other forms of affection (lol). But to actually meet them, well, we've all heard those tragic stories.... And what I really couldn't believe is that Beau sent me off with his blessing. He either trusted me implicitly or couldn't wait until I came home with all kinds of new tricks. But we both knew I was not going to remain completely platonic.....

So I resolve that I am going to have a blast! I'm ready to flirt and play. This is going to be a very fun party!

 

[willywanker]

There it was, the sign for the pig roast, posted beside the narrow gravel road in a quite country setting. Just what you would have expected for a pig roast. But as I turned off the blacktop road and emerged from the trees, the house was anything but you would expect to find in a rural area. Lush landscaping surrounded a home you would expect to find backed up to an expensive golf course. As I got closer, I could see some young men waiting to park my vehicle. Probably didn't get to many 4-wheel drive pick-ups here. I climbed down and headed for the door, my heart in my throat. I didn't really know anyone here, I had a few real names of people I had e-mailed after chatting with and even had a couple of fairly tame pictures of a couple of the ladies, but I didn't really know anyone and wondered how I would fit in.

I recognized my hostess from the picture she had sent. See, some people do tell the truth on line, I told myself. On line, I would have always started out any meeting with a kiss and was wondering what to do when she caught my name and came running over and threw her arms around my neck, "Willy, you made it!!!!" she said as she planted a wet kiss on my lips. I kissed her back and put my arm around here to give her a big hug as she turned and said "Come on, I want you to meet everyone, most of the regular gang showed up". Arm in arm, we made a wide circle thru the crowd and it was true, most of the chat room regulars had made the trip and we were all in one place for the first time. The idea that I had made love to several of these women, at least on-line hit me and I noticed that there did not appear to be any jealous acting folks in the crowd, even tho I knew several of the regulars were married to other regulars. It was fun to try to match screen names to real faces and people, but I knew that the real fun was yet to come.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

OOC: time for another chat room denizen?

IC: "I wonder if I'm doing the right thing," mused Thor. "I am happily married, but this damn invitation popped up --exactly overlapping my business trip." For all anyone knows, I'm just staying over the weekend so I can hit the ground running Monday morning.

Spinning the wheel of my rented Mercedes, I head up the gravel driveway.....still having some anxiety about what might happen. I remember how absolutely sensual some of the women are in the room......."how can I forget that when I look at them?"

 

[asian cunny]

When Shelly and Bob pick me up, I'm ready. I'm dressed very conservatively in dark long pants and a baby pink silk blouse. Underneath I wear a pink lace bra, and pink thongs. Not that I intend to show that to anyone.
I'm just going to test the waters, and please Shelly.

Shelly hugs me: "You look great, Cin, don't you think, Bob?" And Bob gives me a peck on my cheek: "Very good, good enough to eat," he says with a wink. I blush. I don't know Bob that well, having met in person only once before. But he knows Shelly and I met in a chatroom, and used to have wild times together.

We ride in their convertible to the pig roast, and Shelly is chattering happily on the way. When we arrive, I notice there's quite a lot of cars parked in the driveway of a beautiful country home. We're welcomed by the hostess, and I recognise her screen name. We're all given nametags with our screen names, to pin on our clothes. "Just for the time being," she says with a wink. "I don't have to introduce you, do I, Shelly. You and Bob are regulars, you can introduce Cindy."

The three of us walked around the crowd, and met a lot of people with familiar screen names. Although I hadn't been chatting for some time, some still remembered my nick name, and greeted me with a happy welcome. "Hi, Cunny, long time no see," says a beautiful woman with the nametag "Syd", "We missed you in the chatroom."

I notice some of the guys eyeing me up and down, appraising me. Surely they have met asians before. But here I'm the only asian lady, it seems. With my long dark hair, slim figure despite being over 40, and taut wrinkleless skin, I look about 15 years younger. I'm sure a lot of them remember how we used to make love in the chatrooms some time ago.

While I'm talking with Syd, Shelly and Bob get caught up with another couple they know, and they don't notice that I'm left behind. A shout from our hostess: "Hey, you made it! Welcome!" A tall handsome blonde viking has just entered the room, grinning widely. His name tag says "Thor's Hammer". I remember having met him in one of the chatrooms once.

Someone bumps into me, and I turn. A good looking man, his hair starting to grey a bit at the temples, making him look very distinguished, stands there apologizing. He has a glass in his hand, and some of its contents have spilled on my pants. He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket, and dabs at the spill on my thigh. I look at his nametag: "WillyWanker". Another familiar name. I tell him: "That's OK Willy, never mind." He looks at mine and exclaims: "Cunny! I never thought we'd meet in person!"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

.........glancing around the room as I make my way slowly in I see so many names I remember. Over there..."cunny" she is a lovely Asian woman chatting with a distinguished man with his back to me. My concerns allayed....after all....the playing we did was in fantasyland....wild as it was..it was all make believe. Besides, this does not look like an orgy scene....

As I accept a drink from a waiter (this place is really class) I spy a name tag...."syd." I admit that my eyes lingered on the swell of her breasts a moment too long. We "played" on-line some time ago.....but I still remember....

 

[Syd]

I had stopped in the last big town before arriving here. It had been a very long drive and I needed to freshen up and change. I found the poshest hotel and used the ladies lounge off the lobby. No one had noticed me in my shorts, tee and sneakers. Standing in front of the mirror, I set my long thick strawberry blonde hair free from it's tie, still damp from this morning's shower. Having all my wares in my bag, I quickly got to work on primping. I slipped my tee and shorts off and changed my bra and panties. I had bought something special just for the roast. I slipped on the satin chocolate brown hi-cut panties. I turned in the mirror as I adjusted them, imagining who I would share these with and if he would like them. I put on the matching bra and let my fingers caress the skin just above the bra line. Pangs of excitement came over me as I grinned at my reflection. I took another minute to look over my figure. I wondered if my chat friends would say I was right about my body type being like Marilyn Monroe's...

I crossed the lobby heading to the revolving door and I noticed people glancing at me, the men's glances remained a bit longer. I guessed the dress was the key. A simple button down dress, brown denim material, sleeveless with a collar. Very form fitting, but not tight. I hopped in my car and drove the last 40 miles in a flash.

Upon arriving, I was pleasantly surprised at the setting. This looked very "up standing" and knew that things were going to be fine. I was greeted so warmly and given my Syd name tag. I couldn't believe all the familiar names here and they all just about looked as I had imagined! A very nice looking man came up to me...it's Willy!! We embraced and exchanged greetings. I couldn't help but think what a great hugger he is. Willy said he had to check if someone had arrived and went to the host's table. I took the glass of champagne that was offered to me so graciously by the waiter. This is most certainly the classiest pig roast I have attened!!

I stand alone, spying all the men and my stomach flutters at the thoughts of our teasing and love making in the chat. "Mmmmmm", I moaned to myself as I took a sip from my flute, finishing the last drop of my favorite drink. Three very attractive people approach me and I recognize one name. "Hi Cunny, long time no see", I say to the beautiful asain woman. Her hair is like black ice and her skin is flawless. I hear a commotion over our shoulders, I turn, a stunning man is arriving.

I turn back to Cunny and Willy has managed to spill a bit of champs on Cunny's pants. I smile politiely as I watch the two of them flirt and get aquainted. I nod to them and excuse myself to get another glass of champagne. I see the waiter offering champagne to the man who had just arrived. The waiter then appraoches me and offers me a glass. My eyes move to this amazing man....does his nametag say Thor? It does! My heart gets caught in my throat as thoughts of our on-line touching came rushing back. All of a sudden it seems so real! I can feel his hands trailing up and down me, his mouth on my breasts, his fingers reaching me through my monitor. We're now only feet away from one another. We flash giant smiles to each other as we realize that we both remember our time together.

[Edited by Syd on 08-04-2000 at 08:46 AM]

 

[Thor's Hammer]

my eyes widen....a smile plays across my lips. "Syd", I exclaim, "you are lovlier in life than you were in my dreams!" Raising my glass, "I toast the goddess -- your beauty is brighter than the brightest star." Stepping close, I whisper "Syd, I remember every detail of our lovemaking. Your lovely body....your reactions... You are lovely....beyond my fantasies." A bolt of energy jumps across the space....we can both feel it....so intense.

Reaching out with my index finger, I lightly trace Syd's cheek...the line of her jaw and then place it gently on her lips. Searching my memory..ahhh.. "where is Beau, Syd?"

 

[asian cunny]

In spite of coming along just to please a friend, I find myself start to be glad I'm here and enjoying myself. It's been a long time since I'd gone to any large gatherings, but my communication skills are still intact. I enjoy the lustful looks I get from the males, and the questioning envious looks the females send my way. After all, I'm a beautiful Asian woman, not so common in these circles.

While I'm talking to Willy, I see Syd and Thor have found each other. They are openly flirting and I'm sure they have made love on-line many times before, if not in real life. They make a handsome pair: she, a beautiful strawberry blonde, and he, a very good looking viking god. As they walk away arm-in-arm, looking in each other's eyes, I envy them, and hope to be able to get together with them later in the evening.


[Edited by asian cunny on 08-04-2000 at 07:20 PM]

 

[willywanker]

I know my tolerence for alchol and I'm trying to make sure I stay sober but drinking just enough to take off the "edge". So many beautiful women here that I can't look any direction without seeing one that I reconize her screen name and most of those bring back memories of cyber chats and hot cyber sex that causes be to have to think of something else to keep from getting an erection, right here in the middle of this crowd. As I start to turn, I bump into a beautiful asain lady, so petite, so well shaped, and Damn, I have spilled my drink on her pants. I pull out my handkercheif and begin to dab at the spot. "I am so sorry Cunny, I have always wanted to bump into you, but this is not exactly what I had in mind" I said as I tried to laugh it off. She didn't seem upset and I spent a little more time rubbing the spot on her pants than was neccesary. I looked up to see her looking down at me with a far-away look in her eyes. "A nickel for your thoughts" I said, " you know a penny doesn't bye much anymore". Man, that sounded lame I mussed. Pickup lines had never been a strong suit for me and I was way out of practice.

Wait a minute, did I just think "Pick up line"? Was I really going to cross another line? As I gazed at this beautiful woman, I thought if I were ever going to, now was the time, and if she would have me, this was the woman. I stood and slipped my handkerchief back into my pocket and reached for another drink as the waiter passed by. Remember your limits, I thought to myself, as I waited for a reply from the vision before me. I smiled as I glanced around to see everyone starting to pair off in two and threes and a couple of large groups still chating as we waited for the food to be served. Yes, I am glad I decided to come.

 

[Syd]

The big smile I have been wearing gets even bigger as I listen to him toast me. "You're as smooth in real life as you are on-line, Thor!" So close together, I listen to each word he utters. My new panties begin to moisten as he recalls our lovemaking. He touches my face. The energy between us is so alive. I had felt it so strongly as we made slow and passionate love on-line. But to be so close now and have it so apparent that we are destined to be together here, in this place, it blows my mind.

His finger is so warm. His hands are beautiful. I love a man with nice hands. I touch the back of his hand as he caresses my jaw, not able to take my eyes from his. Giggling, I answer, "Beau is waiting for me to return with all sorts of fabulous tales!"

 

[asian cunny]

"A nickle for your thoughts," he said. How could I tell him that I was remembering how we'd romped in the chatroom, tearing each other's clothes off just a few months ago? Would he remember? I still remember how taken I was with this gentle, soft spoken man. Would he remember Harry, my ex? I don't want people asking about him, and me having to tell them the sad story. Least of all, getting their sympathy or pity. I think the best way to avoid all that, is to go in attack.

So I tell him: "Well, you know, I was thinking that you look as handsome as you told me, but what about the other things you told me? Are they also true?" "What things?", he asks with surprise. I blush, not knowing what to say. I just met him, although it seems that I've known him forever and thoroughly, in and out. How can I say that I was thinking of a specific part of him without making a fool of myself?

As comprehension dawns in his eyes, understanding does, too. And he helps me out of my awkward situation by handing me a glass of champagne, and steering me out to the backyard where the pigs are being roasted.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

.........curling my fingers around Syd's, my free hand gently touching the back of her neck....under the strawberry tresses. I think "I'm going to cross the line. There is no turning back unless she wants to. God, I remember how much she loved my tongue..touching her secret places." She is even more sensual here..than on-line.

In an alcove.....secluded.....my hand tightens on the back of Syd's neck. My lips brush hers.....open......and our tongues touch....duel lightly....

 

[willywanker]

I know it has been a while, but the signals are to clear to ignore. Cunny wants me as much as I want her. Okay, so I was a little slow on the uptake when she asked if the other things I had said on line were as true as when I told her how I looked. But the gleam in her eye made me catch on pretty fast. Handing her another glass of champagne, I stirred her toward the back where the pigs were roasting as I ran thru my mind just what I had told her about myself. I usually told the truth and I thought that was what I had done with Cunny when we had been having fun on-line a few months back. I wondered why she had stopped coming into the chat room but thought I would let that question go for now.

"Well, if I remember right, and hopefully you will know the truth yourself shortly" I dared, "I told you that I am about average in length, about 6-1/2" but thicker than most men, not a beer can but thicker than normal and I have a lot of stamina. And if you should wear down my equipment, I have a tounge and mustache that love to go to work to keep you happy til I recover". I leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips and pulled her against my side as we walked toward the fire pit, I found myself almost afraid to look down to see her reaction. But when I felt her leaning against me and her arm go around my waist, I knew I had not gone to far and realized I was planning and looking forward to crossing the line I had drawn. I was going to have passion in my life again, passion, heat, sex, all those things I had been doing without. And I didn't have any regrets, either. I felt the smile speading across my face as I turn to face Cunny and leaned down to kiss her lips, starting as before with a soft kiss but becoming more passionate, more heated as our lips parted and our tounges began to dance with each other. As we broke apart, I pulled her close and whispered "Is this what you want too?"

 

[Syd]

Taking a quick glance around the crowd and grinning inwardly, I think, "what a motley crew!". Because it is still early yet, not everyone has arrived; there are not as many people here as there are on the host's list.

Thor's touch on my neck is all I need to turn back my full attention to him. My eyes close, I tilt my head to the side so my cheek presses against his hand. The rest of the crowd fades as I realize that I can give myself permission to be here and erase the line I had drawn not so long ago.

Taking Thor by the arm, I ask rhetorically, "come with me?". We follow a shaded path which leads us down the length of the house and into the maze-like garden. After winding and turning and probably getting lost... he stops me in the middle of the path and moves me back into an alcove created in the hedge. We immediately fall into each other, our faces seperated only by a thin layer of air. My hands take him at his waist and gently pull him to me. My hands travel up his strong back, feeling his warmth through his shirt. They move to cup his face in my hands. He brings his lips down to mine, brushing so lightly yet so very sensuously. Our lips part and our tongues touch each others. Through my kissing, I whisper, "are you for real? Is this for real? I can't believe this is real!"

If this could be the only thing I could have of this man, I could go away happy. His tongue moves with mine in the way it did in our on-line rendezvous'. My hands pull his face to mine as my tongue probes his deeper, still swirling gently......