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Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Weird walk down memory lane

I've mentioned on here before that I used to be quite the cyber slut. I've had more cyber sessions, especially one-offs than I can remember let alone count. I spent a lot of time in Yahoo chatrooms and became quite used to random guys private messaging me for some fun. I even had one guy who only ever messaged me when he wanted me to watch him jerk off. It was odd but I had no reason to complain. I love watching men wank so I was usually happy to watch him.

After some mishaps and bad experiences, I became more discerning about who I played with and most of those instances turned into relationships. Back when I was a cyber slut I mostly texted and while I've still got skills, I've gotten used to voicing and camming. So, it was a surprise to have a random guy message me out of blue for cyber sex. Strangely enough, I was playing on Pogo.com at the time. I had never had anyone approach me there for anonymous cyber sex. It's not the website that pops into mind when you want cyber sex. At least it's not for me.

It was around Halloween at the time and my Pogo Mini was dressed appropriately so. I gave her vampire fangs and the guy asked me if I really looked like that. No one actually looks like their mini, so I told him I did not. I think I cracked a joke about the fangs and apparently they're a turn-on for him. Ooook. Whatever makes one happy, I suppose.

It was completely surreal to me and I felt like I had gone back several years. He quickly made it clear what he was looking for and I decided to indulge him. I don't remember the particulars at all. I know he came or at least he said he did. I didn't. I was somewhat aroused because, hello, I'm still a bit slutty. But I had no interest in playing with myself or coming. But I told him what he wanted to hear, so to speak, and almost as soon as he came he was gone.

It was a very weird experience and one I'm not hoping to repeat. I think I'm well enough beyond that stage that not even a trip down memory lane could convince me to go back to my old ways. I'm happy being selective and knowing who my playmates are and what they look like.

2 comments:

inherservice said...

There are many words that come to mind when I think/dream of you; "slut" has never been one of them!

Eliot said...

That's a shame. I'm a very good slut. ;-)