Jules: 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?
Jules: 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?
Jules: 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.
Jules: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart: I'm pulling
up your shirt and kissing your chest.
Jules: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse. My hands
are trembling.
Sweetheart: I'm moaning
softly.
Jules: 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.
Jules: 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.
Jules: 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.
Jules: 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.
Jules: 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.
Jules: 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.
Jules: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered
with spit and phlegm.
Sweetheart: What?
Jules: I'm so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart: I'm wiping your
phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Jules: 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.
Jules: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands
are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I'm pulling
up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Jules: 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?
Jules: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat.
I'm choking.
Sweetheart: Are you OK?
Jules: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning
all red.
Sweetheart: Can I help?
Jules: 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.
Jules: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's
better.
Sweetheart: Come back to
me, lover.
Jules: I'm washing the cup now.
Sweetheart: I'm on the bed
arching for you.
Jules: 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.
Jules: I found it.
Sweetheart: I'm tuggin'
off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.
Jules: Me too.
Sweetheart: Your pants are
off. I kiss you passionately - our naked bodies pressing each other.
Jules: Your face is pushing my glasses into my
face. It hurts.
Sweetheart Why don't you
take off your glasses?
Jules: 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!
Jules: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly
across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back,
lover.
Jules: 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.
Jules: 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?
Jules: 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.
Jules: 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!
Jules: 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 it in!
Screw me now!
Jules: I'm flaccid.
Sweetheart: What?
Jules: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I'm standing
up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
Jules: 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.
Jules: 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.
Jules: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them
on. My God! One of the 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!
Jules: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
[Sweetheart has left
the chat]