I spend a few hours a day online, ...that is if I'm fortunate enough. If not, I get on atleast 3 times a week. A lot of the times when I am on-line, I run across a lot of pervs who are horny as hell, and all they talk about SEX, SEX, SEX!!!..I think it's pretty funny myself. Right when you enter a room, the guys just flock to you, and instantly start sending you private messages. They say things like..."Wanna Chat???"...HELLO? ...This is a CHAT ROOM!..Get a clue. And then there's the line..."Hey Sexy! Wanna Have C-Sex??", (meaning....... )....Or "Wanna Have Phone Sex?".....PA-LEASE!!!!...What the hell people?..Get a "REAL" sex life!
Talking to someone and carrying on a normal conversation is fine, but for those people who are horn dogs, they must be ugly as hell if they are trying to pick up women, or try to get a date over the internet. That right there shows that they must be uglier than home-made sin, or have been beat with an ugly stick one too many times...LOL

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What I hate is when you ask someone what they look like, and they describe themselves as the perfect man...You know the type..Tall, Dark, and Handsome. I'm sure that there are some of you that actually do look like that, but then there are those people that fit that description only in "Cyber-Land", because who knows you on-line??...Probably no-one, so you can "Create that perfect image that women would die for. Men aren't the only ones who do it..You know that you women have told a little white lie here and there about your weight, or something that you don't like about yourself.

I admit, I have "Created" a false identity before. I said that I was 5'9", 120lbs, long blonde hair, blue eyes, sexy long legs...the whole enchillada. But in all reality, I only stand 5'5", 146lbs, long brown hair, and green eyes. That's just it....why lie? I gave up on telling little white lies. If someone is going to like you, then they should like you for who you are..Not for what you look like. So to all of you fakers out there who "pretend" to be someone other than yourselves....That is something for you to contemplate on.

That's just one thing that I don't like about the internet..You have no clue as to who you are talking to. Luckily some people have scanners, and can send you pics. But for those who don't have scanners, they just describe themselves. "I'm 6', I weigh 185lbs, tan body, in good shape, very healthy, short brown hair, sexy blue eyes, and a nice ass."...Okay. How much of that is true, if any? Here you picture this perfect guy, when in all reality, he is short, fat, balding, wears glasses, and is a slob. Of course he's not going to describe himself like that, cause he knows that the majority of people wouldn't give him the time of day, so he " creates" an image.

Some On-line computer users often engage in what is affectionately known as "cyber sex".

  Often the fantasies typed into keyboards and shared  through Internet phone lines get pretty raunchy.  However, as you'll see below, one of the two cyber-surfers in the following transcript of an on-line chat doesn't seem to quite get the point of cyber sex.....

  Then again, maybe he does...

This is a cyber-sex conversation between Wellhung, and Sweetheart.........

    Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart.  What do you look like?

Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect.  My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?

Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds.  I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart.  I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbeque sauce on it from dinner ... it smells funny, but they sure were tasty ribs!

Sweetheart: I want you.  Would you like to screw me?

Wellhung: OK

Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom.  There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.  I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling.  My hand works its way down to your crotch and  begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.

Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.

Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse.  My hands are trembling.

Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.

Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.

Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.  The cool silk slides off my warm skin.  I'm rubbing you bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.

Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse.  I'm sorry.

Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.

Wellhung: I'll pay for it.

Sweetheart: Don't worry about it.  I'm wearing a lacy black bra.  My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.

Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.  I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?

Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly.  I'm reaching back undoing the clasp.  The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breast.  My nipples are erect for you.

Wellhung: How did you do that?  I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.

Sweetheart: I'm arching my back.  Oh baby.  I just want to feel your tongue all over me.

Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra.  Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!

Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair.  Now I'm nibbling your ear.

Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze.  Your breast are covered with spit and phlegm.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm so sorry; Really.

Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.

Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you.  I drop it with a plop.

Sweetheart: OK.  I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.

Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman.  Your hands are cold!  Yeeee!

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt.  Take off my panties.

Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties.  My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you ... umm... wait a minute.

Sweetheart: What's the matter?

Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat.  I'm choking.

Sweetheart: Are you OK?

Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit.  I'm turning all red.

Sweetheart: Can I help?

Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly.  I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup.  Where do you keep your cups?

Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.

Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water.  There, that's better.

Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.

Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.

Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.

Wellhung: I'm drying the cup.  Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet.  And now I'm walking back to the bedroom.  Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?

Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.

Wellhung: I found it.

Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants.  I'm moaning.  I want you so badly.

Wellhung: Me too.

Sweetheart: Your pants are off.  I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.

Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face.  It hurts.

Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?

Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them.  I place the glasses on the night table.

Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed.  Give it to me, baby!

Wellhung: I have to pee.  I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.

Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.

Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark.  I'm feeling around for the toilet.  I lift the lid.

Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.

Wellhung: I'm done going.  I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!

Sweetheart: What's the matter now?

Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper.--  Sorry again.--  I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.

Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.

Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put know know...woman's thing.

Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!

Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt.  It feels so nice.  I kiss your neck.  Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.

Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning.  I can't stand it another second! Slide in!  Screw me now!

Wellhung: I'm flaccid.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung:  I'm limp.  I can't sustain an erection.

Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.

Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.

Sweetheart: No, never mind.  I'm getting dressed.  I'm putting on my underwear.  Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.

Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table.  I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.

Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse.  Now I'm putting on my shoes.

Wellhung: I've found my glasses.  I'm putting them on. ---- My God!  One of your candles fell on the curtain.  The curtain is on fire!  I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.

Sweetheart: Go to hell.  I'm logging off, you loser!

Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!

Sweetheart: ..LOGGED OFF.

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