gentleman. I click on the couch and my avatar sits down. Then I give him an instant costume change, and he’s wearing nothing but a pair of black cotton boxer shorts.
“So how did you know she was really a man?” I ask her.
“You can just tell. It comes with experience and time on this site. The men who try and pose as women here generally act a certain way. They don’t care that in real life they’re chatting with another man, because men are visual creatures and what they see is a man and woman engaging in heterosexual acts, which they then use to assist them as they fist pump the trouser snake.”
“You have a way with words, and obviously, a hell of a quick typist. Is there anything you can’t do?”
“Lots of things, but I’m not about to advertise my shortcomings.”
There’s a shiny pole in the middle of the animated room we’re in, and her avatar materialises, instantly swinging on it in tune to a slow rock song. I look at my scotch bottle and see I’ve almost drained it.
It certainly explains why I’m feeling so light headed, almost carefree to anything happening in the real world outside of this desktop computer. Here there is no stupid office politics and a jerk-off boss. No sick kids and hour long commutes in the morning and late afternoon. The packet of potato chips is almost empty and I’m not feeling good in the stomach for it.
“You’ve gone quiet. Is something wrong?” she asks.
“I’ve been drinking and put down the whole packet of chips. I’m too old for this shit.”
“So you’re not twenty-five years old then like your name says?”
“I was once.”
“So you lied about your age? It doesn’t surprise me. You don’t seem like a twenty-five-year-old. But age doesn’t matter here, does it? As long as we’re both consenting adults and we are the opposite sex to each other, I’m okay with it. But please tell me you’re not seventy.”
I type ‘LOL’ in a speech bubble and my avatar bursts out laughing. “I’m thirty-nine, actually.”
“Well, you better not lie to me about anything else,” she says, and her character loses her top.
“Wow, I love the way your boobs swing as you do that.”
“Like I said, I paid some good money for these. Have you been spending some money on yourself?”
I make my character’s cotton boxer shorts disappear, and his penis is visible and in its default erect state.
“Wow, that’s impressive. We should go to the top floor and test it out.”
“Lead the way, baby girl,” I could face palm myself for the cheesy comment, but it’s too late once I hit enter and it’s on the screen.
Her character pops up in the bedroom. I zoom in and see she’s now fully nude. I send mine up there too and click on the bed. The bed has different points to click on and with each location my avatar goes, he engages in a different sexual action.
“You starting without me?” she types, and she sends herself to the middle of the bed, lying on her back with her knees in the air. I soon find myself on top of her in what looks like missionary position sex.
I watch the animations from my chair, taking the last drink from my bottle. Every few minutes, BluesGirl goes to a different spot, and I follow her and we engage in intercourse in a different position. There’s not much typing going on, and if she’s doing what I’m doing while watching this from my chair, I know why.
I finally look at the time and see it’s three a.m. I tell her I have to get up for work in a few hours, and I really should leave and go to bed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, and when I do, I want you to take me to a place you’ve bought. I can tell you’re a man who earns a lot so I don’t want to hear any whining about having to spend money.” Her character is standing by the bed with her hands on her hips.
“I’ll see what I can find. Thanks for the fun tonight, BluesGirl.”
I leave the chat and exit the program. Where did the time go tonight—and what does it
“So how did you know she was really a man?” I ask her.
“You can just tell. It comes with experience and time on this site. The men who try and pose as women here generally act a certain way. They don’t care that in real life they’re chatting with another man, because men are visual creatures and what they see is a man and woman engaging in heterosexual acts, which they then use to assist them as they fist pump the trouser snake.”
“You have a way with words, and obviously, a hell of a quick typist. Is there anything you can’t do?”
“Lots of things, but I’m not about to advertise my shortcomings.”
There’s a shiny pole in the middle of the animated room we’re in, and her avatar materialises, instantly swinging on it in tune to a slow rock song. I look at my scotch bottle and see I’ve almost drained it.
It certainly explains why I’m feeling so light headed, almost carefree to anything happening in the real world outside of this desktop computer. Here there is no stupid office politics and a jerk-off boss. No sick kids and hour long commutes in the morning and late afternoon. The packet of potato chips is almost empty and I’m not feeling good in the stomach for it.
“You’ve gone quiet. Is something wrong?” she asks.
“I’ve been drinking and put down the whole packet of chips. I’m too old for this shit.”
“So you’re not twenty-five years old then like your name says?”
“I was once.”
“So you lied about your age? It doesn’t surprise me. You don’t seem like a twenty-five-year-old. But age doesn’t matter here, does it? As long as we’re both consenting adults and we are the opposite sex to each other, I’m okay with it. But please tell me you’re not seventy.”
I type ‘LOL’ in a speech bubble and my avatar bursts out laughing. “I’m thirty-nine, actually.”
“Well, you better not lie to me about anything else,” she says, and her character loses her top.
“Wow, I love the way your boobs swing as you do that.”
“Like I said, I paid some good money for these. Have you been spending some money on yourself?”
I make my character’s cotton boxer shorts disappear, and his penis is visible and in its default erect state.
“Wow, that’s impressive. We should go to the top floor and test it out.”
“Lead the way, baby girl,” I could face palm myself for the cheesy comment, but it’s too late once I hit enter and it’s on the screen.
Her character pops up in the bedroom. I zoom in and see she’s now fully nude. I send mine up there too and click on the bed. The bed has different points to click on and with each location my avatar goes, he engages in a different sexual action.
“You starting without me?” she types, and she sends herself to the middle of the bed, lying on her back with her knees in the air. I soon find myself on top of her in what looks like missionary position sex.
I watch the animations from my chair, taking the last drink from my bottle. Every few minutes, BluesGirl goes to a different spot, and I follow her and we engage in intercourse in a different position. There’s not much typing going on, and if she’s doing what I’m doing while watching this from my chair, I know why.
I finally look at the time and see it’s three a.m. I tell her I have to get up for work in a few hours, and I really should leave and go to bed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, and when I do, I want you to take me to a place you’ve bought. I can tell you’re a man who earns a lot so I don’t want to hear any whining about having to spend money.” Her character is standing by the bed with her hands on her hips.
“I’ll see what I can find. Thanks for the fun tonight, BluesGirl.”
I leave the chat and exit the program. Where did the time go tonight—and what does it