I looked at the website written down on the paper. "Try it," Tom had told me. "It's an online chat room, many people. If you don't like it, just don't go back." I booted up Google Chrome and typed in the address.
I stared at the screen. 757 rooms! Many, many topics. Where to start? I clicked on one where the topic of discussion wasn't obvious. "Mox's Chat." I wondered idly what "Mox" was.
The words on the screen popped up. "Hello, I'm Mox."
I quickly typed back. "Hello, I'm Ivan."
"How old are you?"
"35, and you?"
"27."
Mox and I chatted at random for an hour, covering all sorts of esoteric topics. We got along quite well. At the end, Mox went into "private" mode on the chat and sent me a picture.
"You're a woman?" I typed. "And here I was thinking anyone who was this interested in the things I am had to be male."
Mox's response was surprising. "Of course I'm a woman. :) I thought you were a girl, because no man would be interested in these subjects!"
I opened up the picture and was very happy Mox couldn't hear me gasp. "WOW! You're gorgeous! Voluptuous curves, adorably cute face, delightful eyes."
"I'm glad you approve. :) Not a whole lot of guys like plus-size girls."
"I'm definitely going to need to chat with you again. Shall we say tomorrow? Same time?"
"Works for me."
*****
The next day, I was back in front of my computer. This time Mox didn't mess around. She set the room to "private" at once and started in on the sexual questions.
"What part of my body do you like best?"
"All of you is magnificent, but I could kiss and suckle your breasts for days on end."
"My skin is too pale though, I need to go get a tan."
"No, your skin is perfect."
"So what would you do to me if you met me in person?"
"I'd start by stripping both of us and lying us on the bed. Then I'd kiss you deeply, twining tongues. I'd break the kiss to breathe, nibble your neck, and slowly, very slowly, kiss my way down to your cleavage. I'd lift your breasts up, kiss the base of one, then trace my tongue in a slow helix, kissing every beautiful inch of it until I circled the areola. I'd repeat the process with your other breast, then start suckling."
"Just thinking about that is making me wet. Do go on!"
"I'd suckle your massive jugs for a bit while I caressed your legs, slowly moving my hand up to your slit. I'd tease your labia with my fingertips and then brush your clit ever so lightly. Then I'd kiss my way down your big, sexy belly and when I reached your honeypot, I'd lick the nectar off your skin before opening you up and lapping away at your sweetness, trying to drink as much of it as I could get my tongue on."
"Keep this up and I'm going to have to frig myself as you type. What next?"
"I would lose all self-control and jam my tongue deep into your love tunnel, furiously swirling it in circles as I thirstily gulped down as much of your ambrosia as I could. I wouldn't stop until after you flooded my face.... several times."
"I just grabbed my vibrator and turned it on. Then what?"
"What's your favorite sexual position?"
"It's your fantasy, you pick one."