2 comments/ 10549 views/ 5 favorites Internet Romance By: MistressMerry I met a guy, ok an officer, in the Navy through a chat room while surfing the net. We seemed to have a lot of interests in common; we liked to read the same types of books, common interests in movies, liked long walks just to see the beauty of nature, and so on. He would email when he had down time as he called it and I would let him know what was happening here while he was there at sea. I knew that someday we might eventually meet because we really seemed to "click". Sometimes guys feed you a line just to get what they all really wanted; sex. He seemed to be genuinely interested in a relationship. I had to leave suddenly for about a week to take care of some personal situations. Upon return home and finally downloading all my mail (mostly spam); I came across some of his emails to me. LonelySailor: ==> I've missed hearing from you and have wondered why my emails haven't been answered? LonelySailor: ==> Why aren't you returning my emails? Is something wrong? Talk to me? LonelySailor: ==> What are you anyway; some kind of cock tease? Leading men on and then dumping them like this? Okay. Decided that this last one went just a bit too far and I was pissed. Sure he was upset, but thought he was above the childish act of name calling. GrecianGoddess: ==> I had to go away for a few days to take care of family emergency. Don't like the name you called me. It was childish and mean. If that's the way you feel, then let's just end this right now. There I decided. Let him contend with my own anger. I went out to buy some much need groceries to restock my place. Cleaned the apartment up and then had a soothing bath before logging back onto the computer. Yup, another email awaited me. LonelySailor: ==> I'm sorry; didn't really mean name. Was just so mad that you hadn't returned any emails. Sorry also about family emergency, is there anything I can do to help? Please forgive and talk to me. Okay, I know I shouldn't have, but my heart kind of melted. After the stress of the previously week, his offer to help caused my tears to start to flow. Getting myself under control took another half an hour before I could sit at the keyboard to type. GrecianGoddess: ==> Hi again Lonely. Your offer to help has been the kindest thing that has happened to me within this last week. Thanks for the cyber hug; it really meant a lot to me. Sorry also that I couldn't communicate during my absence. Hope you have been well and doing fine. LonelySailor: ==> I've missed our talks, but I've missed you more. Your emails have been the highlight of each day; knowing I would be getting messages from you. When everything stopped; first I was worried about you and when I didn't get any response I thought maybe you were one of those manipulative women who stalk the net for lonely guys; sorry. GrecianGoddess: ==> I've missed our talks too; it's nice to have someone that I can relate to without having to buffer the conversation. Stress has pretty much left me on edge and haven't found outlet to unwind yet. His next email somewhat floored me as I hadn't really expected our relationship to progress yet beyond the safe environment of cyber space. LonelySailor: ==> Goddess if I were there, I would help you relax as we would make passionate love until our bodies could no longer cooperate. Then we would just cuddle together while we waited for them to recharge so we could do it all over again. Truly, I would like to meet you. When I read his email, my heart skipped a beat and I felt an all consuming passion to let this man, site unseen, have his way with me and my body. Then I came to my senses, you know, guy out to sea and no women meant guy extremely hard up and will hit anything in site. GrecianGoddess: ==> Your last email shocked me a bit. I'm not sure if you really just want to meet me or just need a woman for sex. I would like to meet you too, but as to whether or not we have sex depends on how our relationship progresses. Basically I'm telling you I'm not a whore or slut that can be picked and used by men. Decided that pretty well said what I had intended. I did really want to meet Lonely, but I was not about to just have sex with someone I had only spoken to on the internet. Another day went by before I received a response to my email. LonelySailor: ==> Thought about what you said and then could see how my intentions could be misconstrued. I just felt that we seem to pretty well go together in all that we have said to each other. Yes, I want to meet you. Yes, I want to get to know you physically instead of on the internet. But I'm still a man, so yes I would like to have sex with you but only as a willing partner. I've never thought of you as a whore or slut, but can understand your reasoning over it. Sorry to have offended you. I kept rereading his email and I can't explain it, but I was getting turned on for a man I'd never met in person. I decided, well okay my body decided for me, that I would go ahead and meet Lonely face to face. GrecianGoddess: ==> Hi Lonely. Have really thought about what you have said. Yes, I would like to meet you face to face. When will you be coming in? As I clicked the "Send" button my heart skipped a beat and warmth coursed through my body. I knew that I was emotionally and sexually excited about meeting this man. We had already exchanged appearance statistics (the basics) during the beginnings of our cyber relationship so I knew that I should be able to recognize him. LonelySailor: ==> Thrilled you would like to meet me. Coming into port next week and it would be a great turn on for me to see you on the pier waiting for me. I think that even with all the other women and children there to meet us, that I would be able to spot you instantly. Let me know if it's a 'yes' and I'll let you know how to get a pass in to get there. The moment I read his email, giant butterflies attacked my stomach. I was both excited and scared at the same time. Sexually I knew he would be attracted to me as I have downplayed my attributes wanting someone to know that I have a brain and could think instead of someone just trying to find a sex partner. I was turned off to dating because men would take a look at my large breasts (C cup) and slim curvy body and forget that I had a mind at all. All they wanted was sex, but I wanted someone I could talk to afterwards. I didn't want to be an object. GrecianGoddess: ==> Yes Lonely, would like to be on the pier waiting for you. Maybe we could have dinner and talk in person and then see how the night progresses. If that is acceptable for you, then I will tell you how you will be able to recognize me. He must have been online because I received his email no longer than an hour later. LonelySailor: ==> Extremely excited. Go to guard station when first coming on base and tell them you need a pass for pier 21. They will direct you to Visitors Center to get pass for yourself and car. Might be easier to leave car and walk to pier. How will you be dressed for me to recognize you? GrecianGoddess: ==> LOL – I'm a goddess and you should be able to recognize one. Seriously, I will be the woman in the white silk dress that loops around the neck and goes about mid thigh. The opening in front goes all the way down to the navel with strategically placed gold chains connecting the pieces of material together. I'll have on three inch while heels (to match the dress) and I'll wear my auburn hair up with a few curled tendrils. Like my name, I'll wear a "Crystal" teardrop in my naval piercing. Now how will I recognize you? and don't say because I'll be the one who comes up to you because I think you can figure out by now that a lot of men will be coming up to me. It was a day before I heard from Lonely again. LonelySailor: ==> Hi again Goddess. Your description left me so hot and bothered that I had to take matters in hand. Knew I could tell you that since I feel we can talk about anything. Understandably, I think every single man, and maybe some of the married ones as well, will want to hit on you. My name is Richard Jackson so look for my name on the front of my uniform and I'll be running over to you as soon as I get down. His email made me smile in anticipation of his arrival. I had two more days to prepare for his visit and make loose plans. The day finally arrived and fate took a hand and it was sunny, but not hot with a gentle breeze. I arrived at the base and, like he advised, went to the guard station and told them why I was there. I pulled up to the guard at the station and he walked up to my car. "Could you tell me where the Visitor's Center is please? I need to get a pass for pier 21 to meet someone," I asked. The guard looked at my face and then at my breasts; what else was new. It took him a moment to get out of his trance. He cleared his throat a bit, "Ah, It's just over there," he pointed in the direction of a building about 500 feet away. "It might be easier if you just pulled your car into the visitor parking here and walked. I suspect that it will be getting full soon," he advised. "Oh, okay, thank you," I replied and drove over to the visitor parking lot. It was at this point I wondered 'why on earth had I worn these heels for all the walking I was going to end up doing'. I decided that it was too late to do anything about it and would just pace myself so that I didn't tire my legs too soon. Needless to say, it took over thirty minutes to get a pass for myself and vehicle. I walked back to my car and placed the pass on the dashboard so it could be seen through the windshield. I took a deep breath not only to calm my nerves, but to prepare for the six block walk ahead of me to the pier. I noticed that the guard was starring at me still in his entranced way as I walked from the visitor parking. Since I needed to cross the road to start my long walk to the pier, I decided to call over to him, "I would like to thank you for the assistance. Have a pleasant day!" He smiled and then ducked back into the guard station. I turned and started my long slow walk to the pier knowing that my heels made my walk sultry and that my short silk dress swayed delicately adding to my appearance. There was more than one head turned to watch me and even more than one vehicle slow and sometimes stop as I made my way. I even had one come back and offer me a lift to where ever it was I was going. My response, "Oh, no thanks, it's such a beautiful day for a walk." There was also the occasional offer of walking with me and again I turned them down telling them I was going to meet someone. Finally got to the pier and looked at the crowd of people; moms and dads, wives with children and some single women all waiting anxiously for the ship to come in. I walked up to the guard and showed my pass. He smiled and said I could stand anywhere behind the roped off section. "This is the first time I've met a ship coming in," I smiled into his smiling face. Where would be the best place to stand so I could get noticed without getting crushed?" He again looked me up and down and smiled; his hand pointed to a section a little out of the way but still roped off where no one was standing yet. "If you stand there miss, every man looking down on the pier will be able to see you," and again he smiled. I slowly sauntered over to the section he had indicated and then understood why no one wanted to stand there; it made me smile though. There was just enough of a cool breeze coming through that section that made my nipples harden instantly and they could be seen even though I wore a thin lace bra. At times the breeze would delicately pick up my dress and blow it up before settling down again. I was only wearing a white lace thong so I had no doubt that my firm round ass was being viewed. Again I smiled to myself as the guard knew he had deliberately directed me here for that purpose. I stood my post waiting as I viewed the ship coming into the pier and looked at all the men lined up looking down. I saw a few pointing in my direction and calling back to others on the ship; then more joined them to look down on the pier. I smiled again and waited. The ship was tied off and I could hear sounds and then slowly men started to come down and onto the pier. My heart was racing and I was looking for an officer's uniform, raven black hair, blue eyes and a name tag that said Richard Jackson. I knew he said he was six foot so immediately I kept scanning each man as they exited the ship. It was amusing in some way, these men would be walking towards us and most would look at me and then look to the crowd. I spotted a man running toward me that met the description; looked at the name tag and knew it was Richard. My smile grew broader as he approached. He threw down his bag and lifted the rope for me to duck under. I went under and then looked into his very dark blue eyes and smiled while my heart kept beating hard in my chest. "I'm sorry," I said and smiled, "a handshake just won't do." He smiled and embraced me for our first kiss. I no longer heard the crowd around us, but only the touch of our bodies, his lips touching mine and then his tongue tasting and exploring mine. I was finding it intoxicating and didn't want it to end, but somewhere my mind came back to reality and where we were standing; I reluctantly broke the kiss. He held me against him. "My beautiful intelligent goddess," he started, "I have longed to hold you in my arms like this." When he finally released his hold, I looked up and smiled into his lust filled eyes. "I can definitely tell you that every man that saw you standing here lusted for your body; including me. You are truly beautiful and you never hinted once of that in our many emails. I for one am glad to know the mind first before seeing the body." He could not have said anything more that hit me to the very soul. He laughed a bit, "I can also tell you that more than a few were shocked to see that you were waiting for me." "Why?" I inquired. He smiled again, "I think that most thought I was gay because I'd rather spend my time on my laptop writing emails than go into ports chasing women." I laughed lightly, "In a way you were chasing a woman, just differently. The reason I didn't tell you about my appearance other than general, I wanted someone I could talk with instead of chasing me for sex." He hugged me again, "May I do both?" he inquired. I looked up once again into his eyes, "Yes" and then kissed him softly and yet passionately again. We broke the embrace once again, "Where do we go from here?" I inquired. He looked at me intensely, "I believe you said something about dinner." I smiled, "No, I mean you. Do you have to report in somewhere or do something before leaving the base?" He laughed, "Oh. Sorry, thought you meant something else. No, I'm pretty well on leave now for two weeks." I smiled back, "Don't you need to go get some civilian clothes then or do you wear your uniform all the time?" He smiled and nodded over to his bags, "They're in there." I hugged him again and leaned my head against his chest before stepping back and looking into his eyes once more. "I hope you won't take this the wrong way then, but instead of the hour drive back to my place, I have a hotel room in town here." His gaze became intense again and I could feel myself getting wet. I took a deep breath to quite my nerves and smiled up into his eyes hoping he could see the lust in mine own, "I've heard the restaurant in it has wonderful food." His eyes never left mine. I looked down a moment worried at how I might sound, "And I was wondering if you might like to show me your technique for stress release before we actually have dinner." He hugged me tighter and kissed me passionately once again running his hands over my naked back. When we came up for air we were still breathing hard. "I think it's time to walk to the car Rich." He smiled, "Yes, I think it is. Where did you park?" "In the visitors parking like they suggested," I said. "How long to get to the hotel?" he inquired looking at the crowd disappearing off the pier." "Probably ten minutes tops depending on traffic," looking now in the direction he was. He picked up his bag and extended his elbow for me to wrap my arm through and we started to walk toward the exiting crowd when someone called his name and came over to us. "Rich, aren't you going to introduce me?" said this other officer. Richard smiled, "Haven't you ever seen a goddess before?" and then he laughed. "You mean she's the one you are always emailing?" he said in awe. I'd had enough of this and let my ire show, "Excuse me, person standing here being talked about," and I removed my arm from Richard's. Richard blushed as well as his friend, "I'm sorry, that was rude of me. Crystal, this is Alan and we roomed together on ship so he's the only one who knew that I was emailing you while we were out." "I'm also sorry for my rude behavior. Rich never even said how beautiful you were," he said still blushing. I smiled at both of them, "Well there's a good reason Rich didn't let you know," still smiling and now so was Richard. "Why's that," said Alan. "Because he never saw me until now," and I put my arm once again through Richard's. Alan's mouth fell open in stunned disbelief. "If you'll excuse us Alan," I started, "we need to get going now. It was nice to meet you." Richard tucked my arm next to him possessively and we walked back to the visitors parking to retrieve my car. After we left the base, Richard started laughing to himself. "Okay," I said, "want to let me in on the joke so I can laugh too." "Sorry," said Richard as he was regaining his breath, "Alan's the one that said I was stupid for talking to you even though I told him how intelligent and nice you were. He told me you were probably a nerdy dog and told me to get dog biscuits before meeting you. He never skipped a day at zinging me for emailing you. His expression was priceless." I was laughing too because I had always run into the 'Alan's' of this world with their preconceived ideas of women. We arrived at the hotel and once again my giant butterflies returned. When we got to the room, Richard tossed his bag on the floor and I put out the 'No Maid Service Required' sign and locked the door. I turned around and Richard was there in front of me and we once again embraced for a deep passionate kiss. His hands wandered over my back pressing me tightly against him and I could feel his hard on pressed against me. One hand reached down to feel my ass cheek and I moaned into his mouth. Richard's other hand came up to cup one of my breasts which elicited yet another moan. I eased back breathing hard, "Let's get our clothes off Richard," and proceeded to untie my dress; it fell to the floor and I stepped out of it leaving me in my thong and bra. I stepped out of my heels and took a step toward him. He was now naked in front of me with his hard cock standing straight out from his body. "Would you unhook me?" I asked as I turned around and felt his mouth on the back of my neck while my bra came undone and fell to the floor; his hands cupped my now naked breasts and tweaked my nipples. I leaned back into him feeling his cock rub against my ass. His hands slid down my sides and slowly peeled my thong down my legs. I stepped out of them and turned once again to Richard. He rose and picked me up and took me over to the bed and sat me on the edge. I laid back and looked up at him and then into his eyes. He knelt on the floor and spread my thighs open and slowly kissed his way up each. I had my eyes closed breathing hard anticipating where next I would feel his breath; his mouth. I felt his fingers spread open my cunt lips and then felt his tongue start to lick then up and down and then in circles teasingly. I eased my legs over his shoulders and he then plunged his tongue into me caressing and lapping in and out of my hole. Internet Romance I was moaning and breathing hard, "Oh Richard," and then he inserted a finger into me and then another while his tongue and mouth sought and found my clit. I started humping his face and could feel the beginning stirring of my orgasm. I then felt him replace his mouth with his thumb and started to rub my clit with his fingers fucked my hole. I felt his tongue licking across my stomach and then, "My goddess, Crystal, tell me what you need?" I opened my eyes and sought out his deep blue pools, "Richard, I want to feel your cock in me. You said you would make passionate love to me and that's what I want." Richard removed in hands and I scooted up to the middle of the bed. He crawled in between my legs and I felt his cock enter into my body while his mouth closed down on mine for a deep passionate kiss. I felt myself being transported away and all I could feel were his kiss and his body rocking in motion with my own. My moans of passion echoed his; our mouths would travel up and down our necks; ending back into a deep passionate probing kiss. Our bodies seemed to merge; each trying to conquer the passion that had ignited the flame. I could feel my orgasm starting; my heartbeat pounding in my ears and I was swept away by its burning current crashing wave upon wave through my body. I felt when his own climaxed with the final thrust into my body and sweet release as he flooded and filled me with his sperm. We stayed wrapped in each others arms; not wanting to move; to speak. What good to speak when words could never describe the feelings; the emotions to complete satisfaction. Best to lie and feel; breathe and sigh; as desire was sated for the moment. Richard finally rolled to the side and I cuddled next to his body; not wanting to loose touch of him for a moment. His fingers softly caressed my shoulder and down my arm and back up again. I eased up on an elbow so I could see into his eyes; those blue deep pools that seemed to call to me to dwell within them. I smiled and lightly kissed his lips; his hand caressed my face. "Thank you seems insufficient for what we did and what I felt," I said somewhat hesitantly. He rolled again and I lied on my back as he gave me another deep passionate kiss. "What changed your mind?" "Change my mind?" I inquired a bit confused. He smiled lightly, "About having sex." I blushed then remembering, "When you acknowledged that I wasn't a slut or whore. You showed me by your response that you cared for me more than any of your other emails." Richard looked away as if remembering in his mind. I reached my hand up and caressed his face and he looked back into my eyes. "Men have chased me, lusted after me and wanted to use me for sex just because of my body; none would acknowledge that I could think. Because you couldn't see my body, you thought of me only as a person with a mind and points of view. We developed a relationship based on mutual interests and respect; that makes a very big difference to me." He bent down and kissed her again and moved his hand over her breast. "You apologized to me in the email, but also told me you were a man who wanted sex, but only if I was a willing partner and then today on the pier you asked again. You see, you asked. You didn't just assume that with this body I would just fork over sex; to you I'm not just an object. I don't go out a lot because of that kind of male attitude." Richard bent down and kissed her again, "I'm so glad I never met you first. I would never have approached you because of your looks. Not in the category you have placed other men, but because I wouldn't have believed you would've been interested in someone like me. Considering how shy I get around women, I would never have had the courage to ask you out." She smiled now too. "Think we can help each other get over our hang up then?" He returned her smile, "Only if it's with each other. I'm an only child and never liked to share." He laughed and so did I. I started thinking and then to giggle. Rich looked at me questioningly. "Let's invite Alan to join us for dinner tomorrow," I stated. "Why?" questioned Rich. I started to giggle again. "I noticed some pet toys in the gift shop downstairs. We could get him a dog biscuit and surprise him with it at dinner." Now I started laughing uncontrollably and so did Richard. "I like it. Let's do that. It'll embarrass the hell out of him, but he's a good guy," said Richard. My laughter started to settle down, "Let's do it then, but remember just remember one thing." "What's that?" said Richard looking serious. "That I'm your woman only," and I smiled and looked deep into his eyes. "Damn Right!" said Richard and he kissed me deeply again and held me tightly to his body. His body was recharging and so was mine. Internet Romance...Becomes Real It was one of those days when things just didn't seem to feel right. I was in a fog. Work dragged on and it seemed that I had twice as many projects when I left for the day than when I had gotten there this morning. Oh screw it, I'd have to deal with it on Monday. I went home. I clicked on the computer as I walked past to my bedroom....shedding clothes as I went. I just wanted to be comfy and forget the world even existed. I had the house to myself and the sad part was I didn't even want to make the most of it. I could have went out with the gang, but the idea just made my stomach turn. Every once in awhile you feel that too,don't you? That inexplicable feeling of needing solitude. The hours slowly rolled by. It was late now. I stared over at the computer. I wanted to go over there and see if he was there..... but it was pointless. He'd be there and we'd talk about all of those things that made us laugh so hard and cry just as hard. How crazy it was to feel that connection with someone so fast? Perhaps it was worse because it's all that we would have. He really had become my friend, perhaps one I could talk to no like no other. We talked for hours. Sometimes about important, deep things in our lives, sometimes about nothing at all really. We've shared fantasies, dreams, fears, wants, desires........ I sat at the computer and clicked on messenger. He wasn't there. I was going to turn it off but decided to just change my message.......taking a shower......all alone. I knew if he showed up he'd make a comment and I just needed to laugh right now. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I was in there a long time.......just feeling the water run over me......massaging my skin, running down my body. I turned around and leaned my forehead against the wall......letting the water work on my neck. I don't know when the music started playing.......... I had heard it in the background but it didn't register. It was all of those songs that he had sent me. I play them all the time. I would close my eyes just like now and imagine he was there touching me......... kissing my neck, running his hands down my body. My imagination was running wild. So much so it seemed real. And then I came to and realized it was. Those hands......... running over my shoulders pulling me to lean into him. Gliding over my wet skin in the hot shower. I don't know how I knew it was him.......I just did. I was either having the best dream ever or he was really here caressing me in the shower. If it was dream, I prayed that I wouldn't wake up until morning. My head laid back on his shoulder and my arms were reaching over my shoulders to hold his head as he kissed my neck, running his tongue from my ear to my shoulder and nibbling his way back up again. The water ran down over us. He cupped my breasts in his hands. Swirling his fingers over my nipples. Running down my body to my pussy, and pushing into me. Exploring..... needing to find that spot and then he did. He was leaning against the wall and had me leaning into him. My foot was on the side of the shower and he took advantage of that. He started slowly, rubbing my clit, and pushing into my pussy. He moved faster, more insistently. Cum for me he whispered into my ear. And I did. I let it all go, holding onto him my knees shaking I moaned and I could feel his cock behind me. Pushing into me. He leaned forward and ran his hands along mine, placing them on the wall in front of me. Then his hands traced back down my body with the water and his cock was buried deep inside me from behind. It was slow and deliberate at first but the desire grew in us both. I needed him to fuck me and he need to fuck me just as badly. It was pure desire and heat. He held onto my shoulders and fucked me with everything he had. I could feel his balls slapping into my clit and I about burst around him. Cumming over and over as he pulled his cock almost all the way out and then burying it deeply in me over and over again. He wasn't done with me......the water was getting cold. We toweled off and I brought him to my bed. He turned and I was in front of him, kneeling........ needing him in mouth. I rolled my tongue over his cock and then down to his balls sucking first one and then the other. Then taking him in my mouth, looking up at him. Cradling his balls with my hands and letting him fuck my throat with as much abandon as he had taken me in the shower. Cradling him with my tits. Sucking and rolling my tongue under his cock as he glided in and out, in and out of my mouth. He pulled me up to him and turned me around. Yes that was good he wanted to finish the same way as we were in the shower. I was on my hands and knees at the head of the bed. I knew what he wanted, he had told me how much he enjoyed this position and how much he wanted to share it with me. My hands were on the wall and my back was arched up to him as he fucked my pussy over and over and over. His hands traveling all over my body. I was cumming again and I could feel that push him over the edge. He held onto me so tightly and came so deeply. The release was unimaginable. He laid back and pulled me with him. I nestled into his shoulder. Running my hands over his chest and down his body...he looked at me and kissed me slowly, still full of desire. to be continued....... Internet Romance for Beginners Note: When I talk about internet romance, I’m not referring to pay sites of any kind. I’m talking about consenting adults who "meet" on the internet, communicate on the internet and perhaps ultimately by phone or in person, and have an entire cyber relationship on the internet not for money, but for the pure pleasure and excitement of it. "Are you hot?" "Yes." "Are you wet?" "God, yes." "Do you want me?" "More than anything in the world right now…" "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to lick my pussy. I want to feel your tongue dancing along my clit, pushing in and out of my pussy. I want to feel it on my thighs and on my ass. All over…" "Do you want to taste my cock in between your lips? Do you want to feel it throbbing as I push it far down your throat?" "I do baby…I do." "Do you want to get on all fours as I enter you from behind, my cock pushing into you slowly…inch by inch…until it fills you up and makes you shiver?" "Yes, God yes. You’re gonna make me cum…" "Yes I am darling. I’ve got your long your hair in my grip, pulling it as I pound my hard cock into you. I’m pulling my hard cock way out then…slamming it back into you. Do you like it?" "Yes…mmmm…please spank me…I’ve been so bad and I…deserve to be spanked…" "OK baby, I want you to spank yourself for me. Hard…again…again…" "Oh God that feels…so good…I’m getting close…it feels so good…" "I’m holding your hips while I smash my cock in and out of your wet pussy. It’s so tight…so warm…my cock loves being inside of you…watching your tits sway underneath you while I pound you…shaking your body…shaking the bed…" "I’m gonna…cum…you’re making me…it feels so goooo…I’m gonna cum…gonna cum…" "Yes, that’s it baby, I want you to…I want you to cum, dreaming of my cock filling you up. I want to cum all over you…see my cock twitching as ropy strands of cum splash onto you…onto your back…your tits as you turn over…your face. I want my cum all over you. I want you to rub it off onto your fingers and lick it all off…" "God, I’m cumming so hard…I can’t stand it…ooooooohhhhhh…" What you’ve just read is not the dialog from a mid-day soap opera or the next Reese Witherspoon romance comedy. It is the words being typed by a guy holding his cock, stroking it gently in between his fingers while his eyes water from what he’s reading and writing. It’s cybersex – internet romance. Never mind that he’s in Florida and she’s in Arizona, or Nebraska, or England. These two people are having sex the new, modern way, over the computer screen. There’s no real sex, no real swapping of fluids. You can’t hear the sound of his balls slapping against her ass as he gives her the doggie style pounding that her husband won’t, or the true feel of his tongue lapping her juices until she tightens up and her eyes roll back in her head – just the thing her real lover would never do. He can’t look into her eyes while she sticks her tongue out further, further, until it reaches his throbbing cock head, or watch her face as she masturbates just for him – activities his "proper" wife would never allow him to even consider. But here, on the internet, they can have it all. For free. Sound good? Well…it can be. As long as you know what you’re in for from the beginning. And, aren’t you the lucky reader, I’m just the writer to tell you! That’s right, you’ve got questions and I’ve got answers. Of course the big one is: What exactly is an internet romance? Internet romance is different things to different people. This is not a cop out, it’s just my perspective. To one person an internet romance may be a high tech pen-pal, someone to share feelings and poems, describe sunsets and dinners out. A little extra something away from the real world of bills and traffic. Beautiful. For others, internet romance is a suggestive word here and there to spice things up. A few double entendre’s in an otherwise fairly conventional exchange with a friend, coworker, etc. In a word – flirting. Harmless but fun. Next step on the boner scale is the kind of letters that make a man strain his boxers and a women squirm in her seat. The kind of letters that clearly spell out what you’d like to do and how you’d like to do it, complete with descriptions of hard, throbbing cocks and moist, swollen pussies. Now we’re getting somewhere. Stage four is serious internet romance – cybersex. This is where in email or real-time instant messaging, two people are having nearly real sex. Touching themselves, stroking and rubbing, perhaps even dressed for the occasion like a real date, they can nearly feel the person breathing, smell their passion and feel their warmth as they describe what they are doing and feeling. Hot? Hell yes! The kicker is that some of these people are individuals who in real life would never dream of acting this way. But isn’t that the beauty of it? A button-down executive describing how he’d like to be tied up and dominated. A librarian-type gal confessing her love for anal sex, double penetration and threesomes. It may be your next door neighbor. It could be your spouse. Or it could be someone on another continent. Global cybersex. Stage five, sometimes interspersed with stage four is when you take the sexplay to the phone. When she begs you, "Please…call me…let me hear your voice…make me cum baby, please…I need you to hear me cum…" The only thing more real than this is actual sex, which is another article entirely. This brings me to your next logical question: Wow! Where do I find someone to do this? Good question. I’m sure there are far more avenues than I’m aware of, excluding of course someone from work or college. There are personals in many places on the iternet, but I’m not sure how many are for cybersex seekers alone, and therefore my best suggestion is, shocking discovery here – literotica. After all, who visits this site – bible students? (My apologies to any and all bible students reading this article, glad to have you). Literotica readers are adults who enjoy hearing about and writing about sexual escapades and is therefore an outstanding venue for finding those who do the same. Look at the bulletin board and sign up for live chat. They should get your motor running. There’s another way, too. When you read a story that lets you connect somehow with the author, drop them a line and let them know. It may be something as simple as "liked your story, thanks," or can include half your life story. We like reading them, believe me. It’s not that difficult to get a dialog going with the some authors, and who knows what can happen. No guarantees, but who knows? You wouldn’t believe some of the letters of feedback I get. Really. Some of these people write better than I do. Some of them like sex more than I do. OK, I take that one back. Don’t be so gullible. The only time I don’t take the time to answer feedback is when it’s from someone underage. I don’t want to get myself or the site in trouble. They’ll find their answer eventually anyway, I hope. But these are some of the places to begin internet relationships, just be careful because: Internet romance can be addicting! Real life has a way of taking a back seat to fantasy. I suspect it’s always been that way. When you’ve got someone on line who likes sex as much as you do, loves the things you say, describes things that blow your mind and make you want to cum over and over while you uncontrollably rub your…oh excuse me, did it again. What I mean is that it’s hard to get back in bed with your snoring husband or flannel pajama-clad wife and not feel incredibly frustrated. You’d do anything to get back on line with your pal and talk about wet blowjobs and how you’d like to bend her over the kitchen sink and pound her like a B-52 bomber. Real life just can’t compare, can it? But real life is where you’re living my friends, so you have to temper your enthusiasm. Before you know it, you can be giving up dinners out with your friends to be on the computer. Violating company policies by logging on again and again to see what your "friend" has written. Putting off some very important things just to "be with them" online. Again, reality is faint competition for a computer screen that says "I’m wet." So have fun, sure, but be aware that: You can fall in love over the internet Oh yes you can! Whether or not you send photos or ever hear that person’s voice, you can fall in love with the person on the other end of that keyboard out there somewhere. You don’t doubt it, do you? How do you think romance writers make a living? Their readers fall in love with the characters they’re writing about. The person you’re having cybersex with is just as much a fictional character, though you may swear with complete conviction that you know them. They’re a fantasy partly created by themselves and partly by what they sense you love and need them to be. In truth, anyone can create a characterization of themselves that’s totally plausible yet completely false. This is at once the danger as well as the excitement. He may be 28 years old, 6’2" with blue eyes and a muscular build, or he may be 60 years old with gray hair and a hearing aid. Do you know? Oh, you’ve got a photo? Well, that must be real. And the photo of her in the bikini is gorgeous. It may also be 20 years old. That fact is that it really doesn’t matter as long as you’re getting off on it. But when it becomes more than that, when it takes over your thinking until this relationship becomes as important or more than your flesh and blood ones, you’re going to find out that: You can get your heart broken The reasons are too many to enumerate but I will tell you this with almost complete certainty: It’s going to end. No matter how great it is, I promise you that it’s going to end. Yes, sooner or later the sex talk will die down and that’s when the husbands and wives, bills and jobs, health and work start to enter into the conversations. This is the beginning of the end because fantasies don’t contain these elements. It may end all at once, with a definite cut in communications. They change their screen name and you have no way to get in touch with them ever again, or it peters out, from 20 times a day to 10 to 5 to every week or two, down to nothing. Chances are, they found another internet love and a new honeymoon is taking place. Long term internet relationships are very rare. My advice, as you may have guessed, it not to invest too much of your heart in an online relationship. It just doesn’t have the "legs" that a real one does. And since relationships don’t always end mutually, whatever you do: Don’t reveal too much personal information This really applies to married men and women. If you’re single, and especially if you’re not in a dedicated relationship, it doesn’t matter as much unless you have a career that you truly must guard, Congressman. School principal. Police officer. Rabbi. But if you’re married, you don’t want a knock on your door one afternoon, that when your child answers it, the person on the other side of the door says, "Hi, is your daddy home? I’m his friend Kyla from Milwaukee." Oh yeah, I can see you cringing at the thought. Broken hearts and overwhelming desire can lead to some pretty desperate acts. Do yourself a favor, a BIG one. Don’t give your real last name to anyone at any time. Don’t give the city you live in, or the name of your employer. Keep the names of your wife and kids out of conversations. Never call from your home phone or any phone without first dialing *67 to disable caller ID. Do you think I’m being overly cautious? Then you have no idea how much information you can get about someone on the internet with just a name and town, or just a phone number. You’re Cindy from New York – there must be hundreds or thousands. But how many have a husband named Greg? How many have a husband named Greg and a son named Tommy? How many have a husband named Greg, A son named Tommy, a golden retriever and drive a silver Dodge Durango? And the noose tightens. If you’re not careful, you can be found. Easily. Let’s take a break a moment. I’ve been giving you a head full of warnings and caveats, but that’s only part of the story, consider this: "I made love to her last night…want to hear about it?" "Yes, please…tell me about it." "‘Please baby, make me cum’…she begged me…’I need to cum so bad…’ So I held her wrists above her head and kissed her lips softy…working my tongue inside until our tongues met and dueled first in her mouth, then in mine…" "That’s so hot…please go on." "I kissed down her neck, my hands moved over her tits to cup them and rub her nipples. They got so hard and stiff. I moved my mouth down and placed it over her nipple, then ran my tongue around her aureole, stopping to lightly bite on her nipple. Then I switched tits, as she began to shake…her legs starting to quiver and her breathing uneven." "Oh God…more…" "She moaned to me, ‘mmm…feels so good…mmm,’ as I kissed my way down her stomach. She rolled over on her side and I licked her lower back…it’s such an erogenous zone. I kissed it as I lightly ran my fingers along her tummy. Her legs were twitching and I could smell the sex juices beginning to seep from her…Then I held her ass cheeks apart and licked from the top of the crack all the way to her pussy, getting it soaking wet…" "Her asshole…" "Was all wet for me. She was moaning louder now, ‘lick my cunt honey…eat me…please eat me…’ So I rolled her over and lapped at her sweet pussy. Her hands were on her breasts, her fingers pinching her nipples and tugging on them…I spread her swollen pussy lips with my thumbs and stuck my tongue in her hot, open hole…" "Oh my God…you’re making me so…I have to touch myself…" "I sucked her pussy lips, rubbing around her clit in small circles. Then I moved my tongue to it and made figure eights around it. Her clit was as hard as a marble…Her hips were nearly coming off the bed. I took one finger out and put it in her mouth. She sucked it hard, like a baby with a pacifier, and gasped as she tasted her own juices…" "Uhh…mmm…gggg…" "I knew that she was close. I began to rub the outside of her asshole now, as she drove her pussy into my face harder and harder. As she neared cumming, I took that one finger and eased in into her asshole, which opened up as if to swallow it. I sank my finger in about an inch…her eyes just rolled back in her head as her climax hit her hard. Her hips were bucking and she was jabbering something I could not understand – orgasm talk…Her body stiffened like a board and she came and came…" "Ohhhhhh….." Yeah, it can be like that, too. And it’s so hot, so enticing that you may find yourself asking, Can it go from internet to real life? Well of course it can, if you want. This is the most mobile age known to man. If you want to go somewhere, you can find a way to get there – period. I’ll take it one step further. I think that in all likelihood, the possibility - just the chance - that the relationship can go from computer screen to bedroom or motel room is what drives the fantasy. Think about it. If you know for a fact that the sex can never under any circumstances become a reality, it may have a sobering effect on the parties involved. Not always, of course. For some people, this safety of anonymity may release even more inhibitions, since no danger of being caught, getting an STD or ruining a marriage or relationship exists. But for others, the opportunity to meet and actually have the wild sex you’ve been engaging in over the internet and perhaps phone – no matter how small the actual chance – fuels the fire even more. Should you do it? It’s not for me to say, not knowing your particular situation. But you should consider this: You know this person – intimately. It’s going to be weird at first; prepare for that fact. Will you like the way they look and sound? Will you be able to act natural. Will your mutually strong sexuality translate to real life? You’ll never know until you try. Some people may say, "why risk it?" if you’re really enjoying the cybersex. Others may say that unless you do try, you’ll be sorry later. The cybersex will end eventually and you’ll never have known how great it could have been. One time or regularly. These are the issues that are purely personal. If you are single, sexually motivated and computer savy, you can have yourself one hell of a time. And it can, if you both want and the situation allows, become a real life experience. If you’re married and want to stay that way, internet romance – which may take the form of light flirting all the way to the heavy cybersex we discussed, can be a guilty pleasure and frustration reliever. Or frustration enhancer, depending on you. In other words, it can help take the place and relieve the stress of the satisfying sex you’re not getting at home, which is good. Or it can just underscore that there are people out there just like you, who love sex and sexuality in all its permutations. They love to talk about sex, to talk dirty about what they want, to look at porn, read stories, use sex toys, everything you’d like to do and more. In short, they are the furthest thing in the world from your spouse. Ouch. Reality can surely suck. If you let it get out of hand though, or make it real, then there are going to be consequences, unless you’re married to Hillary Clinton. And oh yes, if you get "caught" in your cybersex relationship, perhaps with an un-deleted email, an unplanned intrusion into your computer area, maybe even suspicious behavior - your spouse will most likely NOT consider it to be harmless fun. Now it’s up to you, my friends. I would love to hear about your adventures and experiences in cybersex. It may make for a good follow up article. More important, it may make me hot. And if you have any questions or want an opinion, Email me. Thanks as always for reading, it’s been fun. BatsandGlamour