She had grown accustomed to the nights alone. Her husband, when he was not working, seemed to find other things to occupy his time. She had tried to find her own. Night classes, volunteer efforts, any number of things she had tried, however nothing had captured her fancy like the community she found when she signed onto AOL. She did her share of surfing the web, but the people she met in the chat rooms helped chase the loneliness away. As of late her online experience had expanded to include roleplaying, sexual roleplaying to be exact. At first all the requests for "cyber' had turned her off. She became aware after a time, though, of the difference between cyber and roleplaying. Reluctantly she admitted to herself that she enjoyed imagining the various situations about which she found herself fantasizing. Reluctantly, because she did not think either her friends or her husband would approve.
The lights were off in her bedroom; she liked it that way when she was roleplaying. It seemed to allow her to more easily transport herself to her fantasy world. The light coming from the hallway was enough for her to manipulate her computer, and enough to remind her of the real world just outside her darkness. Her tastes had evolved, now favoring more submissive roles. She did not explore the reasons behind this; she was simply along for the ride, wherever it might take her. Tonight she was definitely of a mind for roleplay and the connection to AOL seemed agonizingly slow. Once she was finally online she began scanning the list of rooms under "Special Interests". She passed over the crowded ones since she was not interested in group chat tonight. Beginning with the rooms at the bottom of the list she began checking the profiles of the inhabitants, searching for one that exhibited the imagination so important in good roleplay. She spent some time on the task, quietly chuckling at some people's profiles, silently cursing those who had no profiles. Several times she refreshed the room list and started anew from the bottom. After one such refresh a new room appeared - "Stranger in the Night"; it contained one occupant, NiteVzitor. The profile included a short scene, describing a woman's encounter with a night visitor, as much of a description as AOL would allow anyway. The scene intrigued her; it described something similar to the fantasies she had been experiencing lately. She composed a quick IM, took a deep breath, and clicked on send.
"i just wanted to say I liked your profile"
She waited as a short time passed, then the familiar sound of an arriving IM rang from the computer. It was his response.
"What part in particular attracted you to it?"
"i could imagine myself in the scene"
"You have had similar thoughts before?"
"yes"
Yes, she had had similar thoughts before. They seemed to be growing stronger the longer she explored them on AOL. Unconsciously she adjusted her position.
"What is your name?"
"emily"
"Tell me how you build the scene in your mind, Emily"
She paused for a moment, unsure whether to continue. The fantasy almost always played itself out the same way - an intruder in her home.
"i am alone in bed, reading. a man breaks in and forces me"
"Forces you to what?"
"forces me to do things"
"He forces you to pleasure him?"
"yes"
"In what way?"
"he threatens me, holds a knife to my throat. he pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me. i struggle against him but he is just too big, too strong. he grabs my arms and holds them out above me. his face comes close to mine. he tells me he will have me"
"What do you do then?"
"i turn my face away from his. he laughs softly, mocking me. i can not see but i hear the sound of him unzipping his pants. i know what is coming"
"What is coming, Emily?"
"his cock. he pulls his cock out and places it on my mouth. i close my lips, denying him entry but the heat of his cock warms my lips. i am getting wet, but I clench my mouth more tightly. I will not let him fill my mouth. i feel a sharp pain, not sure what, but the shock of it causes me to gasp, and before i can recover he has forced his cock into my mouth"
"What are you wearing, Emily?"
The question was unexpected.
"you mean in the fantasy? a nightie"
"No. What are you wearing now?"
"you really want to know?"
"Yes"
"powder blue sweat pants and a night shirt"
"Take off your sweat pants"
"what?"
"Take off your sweat pants"
"why?"
"I want a woman who is willing to invest something other than her mind in roleplay"
"i could just lie and tell you i did it"
"Yes, you could. What are you afraid of? Are you not alone?"
"i am alone, but i am not afraid. it just does not appeal to me"
"You have done it before then?"
"no"
Emily held her breath, the stranger was interesting and she did not want him to lose interest. She was sure, though, that she would feel silly doing the things he might ask.
"You have played out the fantasy online as you just described it?"
"yes"
"Imagine it happening this way. The setting matches your current situation. You are alone, dressed as you are in sweatpants and shirt. You are playing on AOL. You, however, are unaware you are being watched by a visitor. What do you think so far?"
"it sounds interesting, different." It did sound interesting. There was a short silence, then the computer informed her that she had mail. His IM followed.
"I have sent you a picture, tell me what you think of it."
"ok"
Emily pulled up her mailbox, curious to see what the stranger looked like. It quickly became apparent that the picture was not of him, but of a woman. The woman was in front of a computer, bent over in front of it to be precise. The room was dark, the area surrounding her illuminated by the flash of the camera behind her and the glow from the screen in front of her. She was naked save for the blindfold. Her hands on the chair back, she seemed to be straining, straining to arch her back and thrust out her most private parts for the camera. Nothing was left to imagination. Nothing. Though she could not hear the woman the two words scrawled in red lipstick on her ass spoke for her - "fuck ME!".
The incoming IM summoned her back.
"How do you think she feels?"
Emily thought, trying to imagine herself in a similar predicament.
"dirty"
"Do you really know that?"
"no"
"Can you imagine your heightened senses during roleplay if you participate physically as well as mentally? Along with your thoughts the sensation of being naked? Providing physical stimulus to reinforce your mental images?"
