Ever had one of THOSE msn conversations? I'm sure most of us have at some time or another, I think some people call it cybersex. Well, I didn't have one of those conversations last night.......
Twas a conversation with a lovely young man I know only fleetingly and although highly graphic in a sexual way, it really wasn't cybersex at all. The insinuation that one of us may intend to inflict these heinous deeds upon the other popped up ever so briefly a couple of times, but apart from that, no.
It revolved mainly around our, or his, fantasies (I'm crap with fantasies, no imagination....'I'll have some willy please, lovely, thank you'). I was particularly intrigued by his strange desire for planned spontenaity. Spontaneous seduction of a female person, but it's all planned beforehand, probably a safety net against the 'what the feck are you putting your hand on my knee for???' I suspect the REAL desire is to go out and authentically spontaneously seduce a young lady-person, but there's either an initial lack of confidence or complete control-freakery going on (one suspects the latter with a dash of the former). There was also lots of question asking and answering, both of us confessing to a number of past indiscretions.
So my main wonderment is, can people have a conversation...asking each other about their deepermost sexual fantasies, confessing innermost desires, without it being cybersexual?
I'm not sure it can, I'll confess to a slight buzz in my loins (apologies for inflicting that mental image upon you) during the conversation, whether that was due to the conversation itself or the stimulating-but-somewhat-lacking-in-intellectual-content urls he sent me is up for contention.
Url's are the STD's of the interwebz you know. I may have to visit my IT guy about my cyber-syphilis, are you reading this Wilf? Expect a visit very soon :)
Well done for getting this far, what are your thoughts kind readers? Is sexy conversation an art, delicately playing around a subject, designed to heighten arousal whilst maintaining a discrete barrier? Or does it mean we're both frustrated and depraved sexual beings who are likely to boil over and wallop the next unlucky human being round the face with a frozen trout?
Culmination: us running off together into the sunset to engage in a frantic orgy-ball....like what frogs do....
* I REALLY hope my mother doesn't still read this blog...hi mum*