It was not a dark and stormy night, nor was I looking for anything more than idle chit chat. Logging onto an adult only internet chat site just to pass the time had never done more for me than that; been a way to pass time and speak to some very interesting people. Although it often piqued my curiosity, anyone I had ever "met" on the net soon tired of my actual desire to make an intellectual as well as erotic connection and soon both of us would tire of this endeavor and soon return to the public banter available in a crowd of other bored chatters.
Honestly, I had found in my time in chat that most of the participants were only there for idle, shallow conversation and I soon found myself somewhat bored. In my mind, to sort of justify spending my valuable time there, I had decided that even, "hot_girl_wanting_to_screw_27" was a fat 65-year-old retired paraplegic man in a wheel chair that knew just enough to fool most others. As I explored their minds, it soon became apparent that most of the chatters were masking their true identities and had everything to hide and fell short on reality.
None of this surprised me, as I am nothing if not a student of human behavior and I reveled in disrupting their tried, true and practiced "lines"; participating out of loneliness, our seemingly shared common thread. After many frustrating shallow conversations with various 'posers' I found myself getting the urge to screw with their feeble minds. With the thought that no wonder these people were sitting home alone sitting at their keyboards because of their social ineptitude, the devil in me launched a brief experiment just to test a theory.
Inevitably, there would be at least a dozen men in chat trying to fascinate and mesmerize women with such romantic and alluring comments as, "Hi so_and_so_in_ohio_51, are you m or f?" Talk about chick magnets; these dudes would be spotted as losers in a crowd of a thousand. Then, when someone logged in that sounded even remotely like that of the feminine persuasion, they would ratchet their sophistication and savoir-faire into my favorite, "show me your tits."
Even I knew that this just had the females clamoring to develop a deeper and more meaningful relationship with the Lothario of such depth and romanticism and soon I realized that there was no way I could compete with the plethora of Cyranos that populated these web sites. First, I just tried different web sites to keep from shooting my computer and condemning the web overall. The same lame chat seemed to permeate the first half dozen or so sites I tried. I just had to have some fun with these dimwits and decided to pull a scam on them as a final farewell.
In a fit of despair and boredom I posted a very official looking memo that could have been from the Webmaster. It's amazing how the blue text that any one of these typists could have implemented really seemed to appear as a message from God. I warned that a new computer virus had been discovered that reformatted the disc drive of anyone making the statement, "show me your tits" over 25,000 times. Much to my amazement and in a sad verification of my shallowness theory, the 75 or so chatters on this particular site fell suddenly silent. You could see that all seventy plus were still logged on; but the scroll suddenly moved at the pace of a slug in the forest instead of humming along at the speed of a three-lane freeway.
Eventually, one brave soul grabbed deep into their verbal library and typed, "Uhn uh" in an attempt to debunk the mysterious blue typist's warning. Slowly, chatters began typing until a dozen or so souls assured one another that this just was not possible. I have no idea what occurred after that, as I could not bear to stay on any longer. I'm sure the web site is up and running and still serving its place in the world. I just had to do it and I apologize to those that have found lifelong happiness and fulfillment on showmeyourtits.com and assure you that I will never repeat my devious experiment nor return to this particular chat line to torment the clientele.
From that point on, I searched for a more stimulating chat room that I could tolerate; keeping my cynicism and low expectations in mind as I looked for more fulfilling illusion at the least. At least with this mentality I could feel I was meeting my basic objective of cheap entertainment and at the most contributing to the betterment of society. At least with my expectations tuned to the realism that these were not places to develop relationships, I engaged in harmless banter until the other party exposed their deception or became fearful of my honesty and creativity; eventually bowing out.
Then, I discovered a BDSM chat room in Literotica that at least included some entertaining banter and required of its participants some respect for the English language. "The Bitch" was particularly harsh on those without grammatical integrity and she (sic) would intimidate those who wouldn't conform to move on. Delightfully, I discovered a person who had enough information to verify that she had gone to high school in the same time and place that I had and "fallen into" a life of submission and storytelling of that lifestyle. This kept me coming back and soon; presumably because I was now deemed acceptable by acquaintance to the crowd frequenting this site, I was accepted and enjoyed many nights of word play with the dozen or so frequent visitors.
As potentially dark and demonic the BDSM moniker cast over the chat room, I found these people to be reasonably intelligent and kind. Rarely did they mention the sexual proclivity that attracted them to the room; in fact they seemed to shun such conversation since everyone was either owned or in possession of another, such that I had many pseudo intellectual conversations about day to day concerns of adults from all over the world. I finally felt I belonged somewhere; something akin to the bar in the television show, "Cheers" and settled into that for some time.
In no way did I ever expect to find another person to actually develop an online relationship with and had purposely retained my cynical attitude in order to be fooled into believing that this site was any more than just an innocent outlet. My preface to the heart of this story was told merely to establish both my low expectations and the realism I kept in mind when chatting with others in these chat rooms. My low expectations allowed me never to be disappointed and I never would have expected to meet someone with the power to appreciate my intellect. In my wildest imagination I was certain that no woman could ever be successful at "owning me" in the fashion that has recently found me both intrigued, mesmerized and completely sold on the power of relationships on the internet.
The paradigm shift that occurred happened one warm night when I logged on to pass some time after a long day at work when "London_fog_girl" started directing some attention towards me. We began exchanging shallow pleasantries. This woman soon intrigued me as I had never been before; feelings I thought not possible began to embrace me. They were unprecedented in my chat experience and so it was with ever increasing innuendo and entendre that our discussion progressed. Soon, one of the regulars suggested we two privatize our chat with the comment that we should, "get a room" and I must say that my online life has not been the same since. In fact, this alluring woman has had an amazingly broad effect on my life and I find myself thinking about her and the transformation that she has created for me often in my day-to-day life.
As we moved our "too erotic for prime time" chat into private messaging and focused on one another solely, I could feel that this woman was different from any other I had previously chatted with. I chatted at first with hesitance but was quickly lowering my guard. I soon found myself encouraging her and sharing my personal thoughts and feelings with her such that I was entering uncharted territory. Before long, we unthinkingly discovered that we were, Dick and Jane, just as in the children's books and that we genuinely were enjoying each other's intellects as well as the sexual tension caused by our unhindered exchanges. We shared personal facts from our different continents that quickly verified that we were whom we portended to be and our guard was soon lowered; with an inverse increase of the enjoyment of one another.
That I was more than 10 years older than Jane and she was married seemed of no consequence as our intellectual experience deepened. Our openness and sharing persisted through the revelations of our children and home lives across the Atlantic Ocean and in different time zones. Our conversation continued with ever more genuine, erotic and innuendo laden revelations and soon we progressed to discover more about our personal likes and dislikes; ranging from the mundane, such as sharing a penchant for a good cup of coffee to our desires around mild bondage and the subsequent teasing that could be bestowed upon one another.
All of this led to the most erotic and memorable Internet sex experiences I have ever had and I write this story at the request of sweet Jane. I have become so smitten with my transatlantic kitten that in no way would I want to displease her by not satisfying her desire to read of her seduction of me. I can only hope that Jane is pleased enough with my story that she will edit it and we will submit it to Literotica in order to jumpstart my writing hobby to see where it might lead. Selfishly, however, I wish for her to continue to own me as she has so boldly seen to; and whether or not anyone else gets to enjoy our story is of less consequence than that of pleasing her. If, however, Jane asks me to publish more stories, Literotica readers will have her to thank.
Have any of you ever tried to type with one hand, as your other hand is lubricated and busy stroking your cock? Have any readers ever been so mentally stimulated by an online stranger so as to completely surrender to her and fall under her spell? Have any of you been pulled from so deep a state of cynicism of online relationships developed over a period of years only to have that cynicism blown away by a seductress's words; and in only the first few hours of chatting with her?
All of these transformations occurred to me on that warm, calm night as I sat at my keyboard; eventually coerced by her erotic suggestions to close my curtains, lock the door and strip naked at her command. From across the ocean, this not so plain Jane manipulated this strong and independent Dick to surrender to her wicked direction; to allow her to completely control me in such a fashion that rocked my world. Jane had me larger and longer than ever and had me denying my climax until I folded in compliance to her suggestions.
