Painful admission time …
Notwithstanding Wally’s experience … because of my lack of anything even closely resembling a sex life which includes two people, I’ve begun wandering into AOL sex chat rooms and looking into cybering as a way of either sublimating or staisfying an already stressed-out sex drive. Just wondering if anyone else wants to admit doing this on a regular basis? Experiences, good, bad or indifferent to report?
I’ve never done it, nor have I ever been tempted to. I do wonder, since you brought it up, what is the appeal to it? Is it like a Penthouse letter written just for you, but interactive? Is it satisfying? So many people do it, it must be good for someone.
I have had a couple cybering in my chat room (and why they couldn’t private chat? Don’t even ask me…) and it was so full of spelling mistakes that I was somewhere between being grossed out and laughing. Since that has been my only contact with it, I guess it definitely turned me off immediately.
Euty, this definitely goes into the TMI file, and who am I to talk! 
To answer the OP, typing with one hand does nothing for me.
Yer pal,
Satan
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I know someone who used to host a cybersex chat. Well, not really. It was just a private room in an already existing chat channel. Anyway, she always said that she was never even actually doing anything to herself. She was just there to act out a fantasy that these guys had. According to her, according to them, it worked. Although, like Satan said, it’s one handed typing. Maybe you could try a voice chat?
Um, I had a friend who tried it. He said it was fun. What a bad person he is!
TMI alert!!!
Been there, done that, met my wife.
Okay, all done now.
Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I’m toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I’m 6’3" and about 250 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart. I’m also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner…it smells funny.
Sweetheart: I want you.Would you like to screw me?
Wellhung: OK
Sweetheart: We’re in my bedroom. There’s soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. I’m looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Wellhung: I’m gulping, I’m beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart: I’m pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
Wellhung: Now I’m unbuttoning your blouse. My hands are trembling.
Sweetheart: I’m moaning softly.
Wellhung: I’m taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
Sweetheart: I’m throwing my head back in pleasure. The cool silk slides off my warm skin. I’m rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. I’m sorry.
Sweetheart: That’s OK, it wasn’t really too expensive.
Wellhung: I’ll pay for it.
Sweetheart: Don’t worry about it. I’m wearing a lacy black bra. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
Wellhung: I’m fumbling with the clasp on your bra. I think it’s stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly. I’m reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung: How did you do that? I’m picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Sweetheart: I’m arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.
Wellhung: I’m dropping the bra. Now I’m licking your, you know, breasts. They’re neat!
Sweetheart: I’m running my fingers through your hair. Now I’m nibbling your ear.
Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I’m so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart: I’m wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Wellhung: I’m taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.
Sweetheart: OK. I’m pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung: I’m screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I’m pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Wellhung: I’m pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you…umm… wait a minute.
Sweetheart: What’s the matter?
Wellhung: I’ve got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I’m choking.
Sweetheart: Are you OK?
Wellhung: I’m having a coughing fit. I’m turning all red.
Sweetheart: Can I help?
Wellhung: I’m running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I’m fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
Wellhung: I’m drinking a cup of water. There, that’s better.
Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
Wellhung: I’m washing the cup now.
Sweetheart: I’m on the bed arching for you.
Wellhung: I’m drying the cup. Now I’m putting it back in the cabinet. And now I’m walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it’s dark, I’m lost. Where’s the bedroom?
Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung: I found it.
Sweetheart: I’m tuggin’ off your pants. I’m moaning. I want you so badly.
Wellhung: Me too.
Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately - our naked bodies pressing each other.
Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
Sweetheart Why don’t you take off your glasses?
Wellhung: OK, but I can’t see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.
Sweetheart: I’m bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!
Wellhung: I have to pee. I’m fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it’s dark. I’m feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
Sweetheart: I’m waiting eagerly for your return.
Wellhung: I’m done going. I’m feeling around for the flush handle, but I can’t find it. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What’s the matter now?
Wellhung: I’ve realized that I’ve peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I’m walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.
Wellhung: OK, now I’m going to put my…you know …thing…in your…you know…woman’s thing.
Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
Wellhung: I’m touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I’m having a little trouble here.
Sweetheart: I’m moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can’t stand it another second! Slide in!Screw me now!
Wellhung: I’m flaccid.
Sweetheart: What?
Wellhung: I’m limp. I can’t sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I’m standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
Wellhung: I’m shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I’m going to get my glasses and see what’s wrong.
Sweetheart: No, never mind. I’m getting dressed. I’m putting on my underwear. Now I’m putting on my wet nasty blouse.
Wellhung: No wait! Now I’m squinting, trying to find the night table. I’m feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
Sweetheart: I’m buttoning my blouse. Now I’m putting on my shoes.
Wellhung: I’ve found my glasses. I’m putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I’m pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell. I’m logging off, you loser!
Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
Sweetheart: (logged off)
Okay then, the not so smartass reply…
Based on personal experience and after discussing this with Mrs X, we both agree that sex chat is not so much for one-handed typing so you can masturbate or whatever, but to be EROTIC and therefore get your partner into a heightened state of sexual arousal. I dunno about anyone else but it DOES work for us. We’ve actually sat right next to each other doing this online before which is pretty damn pathetic now that I think about it.
What the hell, if it works, don’t screw with it.
Although I have exactly zero experience with this, I feel strangely compelled to weigh in with my baseless opinion.
I can imagine the effective expression of lustful ideas to the purpose of actually stimulating another person as a really effective means of exploring the boundaries of eroticism. I find the idea of one handed typing to be a bit icky at best, but I like the concept of producing and presenting beautifully erotic thoughts well for the review of another individual. This would, in theory, allow you to work through and refine the details of sexual fantasies for later masturbation material or preparation for more effectively experiencing those fantasies with a partner in real life. By sharing ideas with someone who is in no way committed to you at the moment, I’d imagine strong feedback could be gained with regard to the best methods of expressing your needs and desires. My opinion is that cybersex, phone sex or whatever will not give you any better sense of immediate satisfaction, but will serve to make you a better lover who’s more in tune and comfortable with the range and limits of his own erotic nature.
There’s my $0.02.
Well, I’ve done it, but only because I got involved with a man that I met on-line. It was fun - I think it was a lot more fun for him ;). Eventually progressed to phone sex (among other things on the phone, like actual conversation). Unfortunately he got scared and bailed before it progressed to real sex. 
That said, I can’t imagine doing this with someone anonymous.
Maybe your friend and my friend should get together.
Seriously though, in my example it really was a friend of mine.
Tymp’s post was absolutely beautiful, but in my limited experience, reality always kicks ya right in the nuts. So to speak.
You know, you’re typing away, really pleased with yourself and your descriptive abilities. Then you notice your partner has misspelled clitoris, misconjugated a sex verb, and just referred to another body part using a name your last ex-boyfriend used to use. Jolt.
Or there you are, the other party has typed an elaborate description of you, blindfolded, tied to the baker’s rack with silk scarves, chocolate-covered starwberries being used in ways you never imagined, you’re squirming in your chair and panting, can’t wait for the next installment… then the server gets hung up. Or your mouse freezes. Jolt.
Why, thank you, Cranky. That’s very kind.
I know what you mean about reality rearing its ugly head in the midst of beautiful communion. That’s the primary reason that I have yet to participate in such things. The reality of the other, unknown person is the most frightening aspect. Internet chat rooms are full of ugly minds that I would not want to see naked. However, Eutychus55 has a lovely brain and he’s considering it. There must be others that have gone before him. All these beautiful brains have to do is be patient enough to find each other.
I think I’ve found a new sig!
Once upon a time I did the whole long distance relationship thing. My girlfriend and I had phone sex, but found cybering to be more suited to our needs (no roommates shouting at me to use the phone). I’d say that it more than helped out with feeding out base desires, however, it could be very sweet and loving as well. BUT…
My girlfriend started printing out the really good conversations we had, and had put together a nice little “What I Would do to You” story authored by me. She didn’t really bother to hide these transcripts (she wasn’t the smartest cupcake) so it wasn’t too suprising when her father found them.
He waited until I was home from college to spring this upon us. He went and got the papers, came back, told us we were busted, then proceded to read us his favorite parts of our chats. Be thankful if you’ve never have to sit through that. Listening to your girlfriend’s dad repeat to you the acts of debauchery you planned to perform upon his daughter is far worse than any kick in the nuts.
I realize this is a somewhat immature view (being worried about your girlfriend’s dad and all) but it’s still pretty spooky picturing an angry, aging, hippy turned wanna-be yuppy reading aloud where I’m gonna put my…well, you get the picture.
Now, aren’t you all glad I shared.
-Murph
Oh GREAT! Now I’ve got pea soup all over my keyboard and monitor! 
Note to self: Never read a thread like this while eating lunch.
I have. And I know of other dopers who haven’t comtributed to this thread who have as well, though I’m not mentioning any names.
It’s nice, though if you don’t have an emotional connection to the person it’s not nearly as fabulous as when you do. The best time I ever had online, romantically, was with someone I really adored/felt strongly about. We didn’t go nearly all the way, yet I was turned on for about an hour after it ended.
Oh, c’mon, iampunha! You can name your playmates. We won’t tell anyone.
Have I?
-No.
Could I?
-Yes.
Would I?
-Yes and no.
I could only do it with someone I got to know and like,
never a stranger.
But, I think I probably would get hurt by it after a while,
because I would probably get to like that person to much.
I’m to much of a emotionel person.
I mean who wants only a relashionship online…
So, I think I wouldn’t do it even if it could be fun.