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The Clickable Clit continues this week with more adventures from the personal diary of an SF-based cybersex expert.
“As far as what I like to do in cyber bed, I wouldn’t say I’ve spent much time there. That is, I’ve spent more time on the cyber floor, in the cyber kitchen, pool/hot tub, beach, library, etc.,” said a new, sexy Facebook friend of mine when I asked him about his tastes in cyber bed. “In this way, cybersex is a way to realize and enact fantasies in a safe environment. For a long time, I maintained a cyber apartment with a woman in Oregon; we had every room mapped out, knew where everything was and used that knowledge to our collective advantage when ‘in session.’ But it was also a kind of refuge from our rather turbulent offline lives, so I like cybersex for that reason, too, as an escape from reality.”
Wait, you had an entire cybersex apartment? That’s awesome. That means you sat down and brainstormed a whole imagined living space — sofas, tea pots, and all — so that you could have more satisfying cybersex by talking about sex that could take place there. Damn, maybe I need to start inventing myself cybersex mansions. “Here is my grand piano, on which I have sex. Here is my swimming pool, in which I have sex. Here is my diamond jewelry, which I wear when I have sex...”Monday, September 8th
Sometimes I fear, just by nature of talking about the work I do, that I end up accidentally flirting with male colleagues. Maybe that’s why I’ve amassed a small handful of fellow game people who’ve become sexy friends. Still, as much as I like those sexy friends, there are times when it’s better to stick to the tech rather than the sex side of things.
This morning, for example, I was on gChat getting told a deliciously scandalous story by one online playmate. At the same time, a non-sexy friend IMed me about work (not that he’s not sexy, but we aren’t sexy together...oh, you get it). Within fifteen minutes I’d turned a harmless conversation about paperwork into an analysis of internet porn. I think my wires got crossed. That in turn lead to us spilling stories about sneaking online to check out boobies as young girls and boys respectively in the early days of the internet. Oh, and I somehow ended up ranting on the virtues of being poly.
Not that that information isn’t interesting, or that it makes me look at him any differently — but he’s in a long-term monogamous relationship with someone super sweet, and I can’t help but wonder if I don’t come out off as some kind of vamp trying to spice up our totally platonic friendship. “Watch out, it’s Bonnie, the girl who’ll try to convince your boyfriend that sleeping around is a good idea. I hear she writes about cybersex...for ‘research.’” In the words of Family Guy, “I’m so awkward!” Tuesday, September 9th
If you’ve been following my cybersex exploits over the last few weeks, you’ll know I’ve gotten kind of fed up lately with laughable partners. To get me out of this less-than-tantalizing funk, I enlisted the help of a regular online playmate, a twenty-something with a wife and a love life I can relate to (they’re swingers).
For this particular session, I wanted to experiment with cybersex storytelling, something I’ve done a few times before and really enjoyed. The basic idea is this: when you read a normal story, you have all the information in front of you at once. In the case of erotica, that makes you can skim ahead as fast as you want, skipping over the build-up to get to the good stuff. When someone tells you about a sexy experience line by line over instant messenger though, you can’t help but feel the suspense. What happens next? Where did he he touch her? What did her moan sound like as he licked her?
The particular story I was being told yesterday was about a night that this friend and his wife seduced a friend of theirs into a threesome. I wish I could create it for you line by line, but then you could skim ahead. Instead, if you like what you read, you’ll just have to go out and try it for yourself. Basically, this friend came over to watch movies with a group of people, but ended up being the last one to go home. Once everyone else had cleared out, the young, pretty wife offered to show off her new Halloween costume to the boys — a sexy recreation of Roller Girl from Boogie Nights. This of course lead to her stripping off her costume, making out with her guests, then bending down to unzip his pants and...
See? Suspense. Now just imagine you’re sitting at your computer screen waiting to hear what happens next. Sure, you could imagine: “She pulls out his cock and runs her tongue along it” or whatever. But it’s that much more appealing when someone leaves you hanging.
To reach The Clickable Clit, write to bonnie [at] heroine-sheik [dot] com, or follow her exploits throughout the week at her cybersex blog, Cybersexy.