Cyber sex addiction has the same characteristics as any other addiction. A person with addiction to cyber sex feels cravings for an online "fix" much like an alcoholic craves a drink.
Being online becomes a priority, to the detriment of real-life relationships.
Many people do enjoy adult chat rooms and pornographic sites without becoming addicted.
Others, though, spend so much time on cyber sex that their lives and relationships suffer.
(I was 15, and it was the intermission of my camp’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream; I was Helena, he was Lysander, and that’s all you need to know.) I do, however, have a very clear memory of the first time I had cybersex. His AIM handle was Frank Zappy, and I believe he claimed to be a married man from Queens.
I was Dana, a name I had lifted from a character on my favorite Purple Moon CD-ROM.
There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge. Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
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I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart. Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest. Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse. Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.
Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat. Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing. Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.