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s-x over the internet.
cyber s-x:

wellhung: h-llo, 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 gl-sses 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 barbecue sauce on it from dinner…it smells 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 unb-ttoning 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 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 br–sts 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 br–sts. 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, br–sts. they’re neat!

sweetheart: i’m running my fingers through your hair. now i’m nibbling your ear.

wellhung: i suddenly sneeze. your br–sts are covered with spit and phlegm.

sweetheart: what?

wellhung: i’m so sorry. really.

sweetheart: i’m wiping your phlegm off my br–sts 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 p-ssionately – our naked bodies pressing each other.

wellhung: your face is pushing my gl-sses into my face. it hurts.

sweetheart: why don’t you take off your gl-sses?

wellhung: ok, but i can’t see very well without them. i place the gl-sses 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 my…you know …thing…in your…you know…woman’s thing.

sweetheart: yes! do it, baby! do it!

wellhung: i’m touching your smooth b-tt. it feels so nice. i kiss your neck. umm, i’m having a little trouble here.

sweetheart: i’m moving my -ss 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 gl-sses 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 b-ttoning my blouse. now i’m putting on my shoes.

wellhung: i’ve found my gl-sses. i’m putting them on. my g-d! one of our candles fell on the curtain. the curtain is on fire! i’m pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.

sweetheart: go to h-ll. i’m logging off, you loser!

wellhung: now the carpet is on fire! oh noooo!

sweetheart: (logged off)
the exchange of typed groaning sounds by two underaged boys in the wee hours of the morning. one or both of these persons will believe the other is a woman. this is generally an experience that will end with one or both children crying and/or with socks stuck to sensitive areas of their bodies.
uhhhhh… uhhhh… yes!!
um… hey girl, what’s your name again?
and why the h-ll is your sn “fatbill4769”?!
a simulation of s-x performed in a chat room, via roleplaying, between a male and a male pretending to be a female.
bob logged on as “hotkatie69” and proceeded to have cybers-x with “darealestmanever”.
interchange of text in which an unsuspecting newbie describes imaginary actions of a s-xual intercourse to another user of the internet, who claims to be a young, good-looking woman, yet always is a fat and hairy old man who smells.
1. the act that men without boyfriends/girlfriends do. any self-respecting woman would never bring herself into doing cyber s-x.

2. like phone s-x, but you type instead of talk. it’s real pathetic, but hilarious at the same time. the “woman” is usually a man. 95% of the time, the “woman” will reveal herself to be a man at the end of cyber s-x, which in turn really p-sses the other guy off, resulting in death threats and vows to kill the guy’s family.
cybers-x is when 2 people get online usually in a chat room and pretend to f-ck one another
chelz: i wanna feel your rock hard d-ck in my wet p-ssy
big-johnson: i want to f-ck u so hard, ur p-ssy will split open
chelz: i wanna feel u inside me u h-rny b-st-rd
big-johnson- i wanna f-ck you all night long..f-cking f-ck ur f-cking lil p-ssy
chelz: my p-ssy is all wet..f-ck me harder!!
big-johnson: iam gonna give no mercy to u lil hoe..just gonna f-ck u soooo hard, tie ya up and f-cking rock the bed u hoe
virtual s-x in an internet wordchatroom, mud, mush or other live multigamer environment (“cybersp-ce”).
the internet version of telephone s-x.
prose with erotic or p-rnographic content, exchanged in real-time over the internet, with both protagonists interacting either as themselves under the guise of nicknames, or (in a form of adult erotic fantasy roleplaying) in the role of fictional or imaginary personas of user-defined appearance, age, gender, ethnic or racial background (human, non-human, i.e. greek g-ds, satyrs etc, or alien).

see also the verb: to wordcyber (to have cybers-x)
if you see two people leaving the community chatroom for a locked private room, you bet they’re planning on a session of cybers-x.
the company bans all users who are found having cybers-x on their internet servers.