Intro to Cybering

[midwestyankee]

This actually sounds like an interesting idea. I've never done the cyber thing, never seeked it out, and really don't quite get it. It just seems too impersonal to me. But maybe that is the lure for some people, the anonymity, I don't know.

I'm trying to write an erotic story for my wife right now (per a midwestyankee suggestion last summer), but it's taking me a while to do it. I'm not sure I would want to write one for or receive one from someone outside our relationship....I'll need to think about it. Interesting idea though.

Here's another suggestion: tell your wife that you will deliver a short story (say, 400 words) that will please her as of a certain time that night, giving yourself about an hour or so. Sit down at your computer and just blast through a draft, trying to get your draft done in 20 minutes. Then spend the rest of the hour refining your draft. While it may not be ready for prime time, it will almost certainly please her (because that was your objective and because you know her well) and then you can refine it further later if you think it's worthy of consideration for publication.

 

[FurryFury]

Here's another suggestion: tell your wife that you will deliver a short story (say, 400 words) that will please her as of a certain time that night, giving yourself about an hour or so. Sit down at your computer and just blast through a draft, trying to get your draft done in 20 minutes. Then spend the rest of the hour refining your draft. While it may not be ready for prime time, it will almost certainly please her (because that was your objective and because you know her well) and then you can refine it further later if you think it's worthy of consideration for publication.

Kinky and challenging = nearly fucking perfect.

 

[lemmesee]

"Cybering" is basically mutual-masturbating....one has to be comfortable with masturbating first, before he/she can ever-hope integrate this with the fantasies of another person....

 

[FurryFury]

"Cybering" is basically mutual-masturbating....one has to be comfortable with masturbating first, before he/she can ever-hope integrate this with the fantasies of another person....

I'm very comfortable masturbating when I'm not already sore down there. However as I stated for me at least I rarely masturbated while cybering so I think the definition might be a bit debatable.

Fury

 

[riftheotherone]

Maybe I'm in the minority here, but instead of cybering, I'd much rather read (and write) a long message or short story, something to be read from beginning to end. And like Erika mentioned, I'd rather it be something that is an exciting prelude to sex with the person you're closest too, an additional form of arousal. I think perhaps I'd be less inclined to cyber, but more willing to exchange an erotic story with someone. That way I feel less involved with that person, and I find I can place myself in the story and have my own fantasy about the #1 person in my life. I'm letting someone else turn me on, but I feel more of a connection to my real life lover and don't feel the pressure involved in keeping a stranger "on the edge of orgasm."

Does anyone else feel this way, that you'd rather read a story written expressly for you, rather than to type short sentences and try to maintain a certain state of arousal?

Maybe I'm just weird!

I don't mind a story written expressly for me but what I do find I prefer is the instant interaction and constant turn on if whats being exchanged is well written. A story is fine for those times when depending where you are in the world and the time differences involved mean you can't always be on line at the same time but I think I prefer the real time element....if being apart and 'chatting' can be considered real time

 

[lemmesee]

Furry-Fury....you may be correct, please don't be offended....I'm relatively new to the direct personal honestly that Lit affords....

 

[FurryFury]

Furry-Fury....you may be correct, please don't be offended....I'm relatively new to the direct personal honestly that Lit affords....

Oh I'm not offended!

No worries!

It's all good Sugah.

As for the immediacy that can be very addicting!

Fury

 

[riftheotherone]

Immediacy...I like that word....yeah...thats what does it for me versus the story.

 

[lemmesee]

I'm very comfortable masturbating when I'm not already sore down there. However as I stated for me at least I rarely masturbated while cybering so I think the definition might be a bit debatable.

Fury

You are undoubtedly correct, Furry Fury, but cybering=masturbating to me....T

 

[FurryFury]

Immediacy...I like that word....yeah...thats what does it for me versus the story.

I'm glad the word pleases. They are tasty sometimes, these words!

Fury

You are undoubtedly correct, Furry Fury, but cybering=masturbating to me....T

I have no problem with that being so for you.

It is for most I believe and certainly for most males who wouldn't bother otherwise if I'm not mistaken.

Fury

 

[lemmesee]

Thank you, kind lady...T

 

[FurryFury]

Anytime Sugah, anytime.

Fury

 

[Sominus]

Real Life Cybersex

Something I pulled off the net ages ago:

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Real Life Cybersex

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

Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse and a miniskirt and high heels. My measurements are 36-24-36. I work out every day. I'm toned and perfect. 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 sweatpants I just bought at Walmart. I am also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner - it smells a little funny.

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

Wellhung: OK.

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

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

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

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

Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.

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

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

Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and I accidently rip 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, 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 and undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.

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

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

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

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

Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.

Sweetheart: I'm wiping your spit 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 sweatpants 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 your ... 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 better.

Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.

Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.

Sweetheart: I'm on the bed, aching 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.

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


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

Sweetheart: Why don't you take off you 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. It's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.

Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.

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

Sweetheart: What's the matter now?

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

Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.

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

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

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

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


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Hope you like...

 

[gravyboat]

omg...I bout fell out of my chair

 

[FurryFury]

I've seen it before, too many times. I found it insulting to cyber fuckers everywhere.

(Though some might deserve it.)

Fury

 

[lemmesee]

Hey, I'm new to this site and sort of came to join due to a few curiosities. The first being cybersex, something I think I could enjoy but not sure if it is "normal." If there's anyone who could give me an idea of what to expect, or would like indulge me (that would be you ladies ) I would be very thankful. IM me if you want.

Thanks

I like to cyber, but I like to jerk-off, so liking to cyber comes naturally....

 

[Hotcappucino]

One of the more interesting bits I've read on cybersex:

"I'm thinking about getting a computer so I can have cybersex," Grandma said. "Anybody know how that works?"​

"You go into a chat room," Valerie said. "And you meet someone. And then you type dirty suggestions to each other."​

"That sounds like fun," Grandma said. "How does the sex part happen?"​

"You sort of have to do the sex part yourself."​

"I knew it was too good to be true," Grandma said. "There's always a catch to everything."​

From the book Hard Eight, by Janet Evanovich

 

[FurryFury]

One of the more interesting bits I've read on cybersex:

"I'm thinking about getting a computer so I can have cybersex," Grandma said. "Anybody know how that works?"​

"You go into a chat room," Valerie said. "And you meet someone. And then you type dirty suggestions to each other."​

"That sounds like fun," Grandma said. "How does the sex part happen?"​

"You sort of have to do the sex part yourself."​

"I knew it was too good to be true," Grandma said. "There's always a catch to everything."​

From the book Hard Eight, by Janet Evanovich

You look hot btw.

I fucking love those books and grandma is one of my favorite characters!!

They make me laugh outloud!

Fury

 

[Hotcappucino]

You look hot btw.

Well, thank you. But that's because you've only seen me with my clothes on.

I fucking love those books and grandma is one of my favorite characters!!

They make me laugh outloud!

My public library just got Eleven on Top and I'm about halfway through.

 

[merv147]

if there is one thing i have found out its that if you give a woman time they will come around to chating abut sex after a wile maybe a week or two .

and i meen come on guys if i want to jack of i go and get some porn be cus you cant relay on woman when she is in the mood fine but if she isnt she can be one bitch and with good reson.

this may sound sad but i would rather make cyberlove that cybersex if you can under stand that.

and women are not on this plant just to please us you know

 

[FurryFury]

Well, thank you. But that's because you've only seen me with my clothes on.

My public library just got Eleven on Top and I'm about halfway through.

I generally like to look at men with their clothes off too because that means we are getting busy. I have great focus for the parts I like. I can "tune out" the "bad" parts like lint in the belly button for instance. *shivers but smiles sweetly*

I WISH I hadn't read that yet. I hunger for MORE!

Janet! Write FASTER! Please? *L*

Fury

 

[noxiousblonde]

I don't mind a story written expressly for me but what I do find I prefer is the instant interaction and constant turn on if whats being exchanged is well written. A story is fine for those times when depending where you are in the world and the time differences involved mean you can't always be on line at the same time but I think I prefer the real time element....if being apart and 'chatting' can be considered real time

Omg finally losing my forum board virginity!

I have to agree with ya there riftheotherone. I would write the dirty emails to keep their interest but its the interaction, in a way "seeing" the results of what you're typing/saying to them, thats the turn on.

 

[riftheotherone]

Virginity

Glad to have been of help with your board cherry *lol*

 

[Zen_Life]

Cyber got old with me relatively quick. I found that the whole fantasy thing never did anything for me. Someone can say "I'm sucking your dick" all she wants but I can easily look down and see that she wasn't.

When I used to do it the coversations that got me hot always drifted towards what was actually going on in real like with that person. What was she actually wearing? What was she taking off? How was she touching herself?

That stuff made me hooter than hell because it was real (or at least I believed it was)

Knowing a woman had one leg up on her desk while rubbing her clit as she talked to me about it was incredibly hot. That's the only way I could enjoy it.

Personally I found phone sex to be a FAR more fufilling venture as it was much more user friendly (didn't require hands to hold the phone, especialyl if you have one of those ear peices)

Even with phone my conversations always drifeted to what was really going on rather than fantasy stories.

 

[FurryFury]

I love fantasy, always have.

I rarely even touched myself.

The words carried me, moved me and made me come anyway sometimes.

Other times I was just bored as hell.

If he had to have me touch myself, I was unlikely to be with him again.

We are all different though.

I don't want to hear a stranger's voice on a phone either. Not unless it's a really fucking hot voice and even then, I'd have to trust enough to give out my number. That ain't happening. Location and phone number are a little too much. Besides I have kids in the house who could hear.

Fury