The Dating Couple

We cleaned out the floor of the computer room and laid a blanket on the ground with a sprinkling of pillows. We brought with us a wide array of toys. Strawberries, ice, a letter opener for knife play, blindfolds, binds, handcuffs, lube, vibrators and everything else we had in the house.We lit candles and and cracked the blinds open to fill the room with natural light.

It was dusk so the room had a sensual orange glow about it as the sun disappeared over the horizon. We dressed in comfortable clothes and took a place next to each other on the mat. The setting was perfect, the only thing that was missing was her.

I flipped on the computer monitor and adjusted the camera.

After a few seconds I fired up Yahoo! and found her waiting for us. After swapping cam invites, we were face to face. A beautiful Indian woman, she had been an active part of our lives for a month now. Though over a thousand miles away, seeing her face smiling back at us over the computer monitor made it feel as if she was in the room.

She was dressed in a robe and smiled back at us, we waved at her. After catching up for a few minutes, we dove into the fun.

“Kiss her,” she said to me. I happily obliged.

“Take off his shirt,” she said to Crystal, who complied.

She told us what to do, every step of the way. When to blindfold, how to bind, what toys to use and how to make love. As our reward, we got to watch her undress, run her hands all over her gorgeous body and, eventually, bring herself to a powerful orgasm on camera.

The next night, the roles were reversed, we told her what to do, how to touch what to think about, what toys to use, and we did as we pleased. giving her whatever stimulus we could. Once again we watched her bring herself to an amazing orgasm, nearly causing her to fall out of the chair, then we made love tenderly and slowly while she looked on engulfed in total desire.

It was an amazing experience and it was all-too short lived. Life would not permit it to go on much longer, but it reminded us that, even when you’re many miles away, it’s possible to forge a strong sexual connection with someone, if the lust and the tools are available, and that it can be a lot of fun letting those urges come out to play.

My History of Cybersex

I hit adolescence at about the same time the Internet found its way into my house. Being a computer nerd that was awkward around the fairer sex, this meant long nights looking at Internet porn (such as it was back then), reading erotic fiction on newsgroups and, most of all, seeking cybersex in chat rooms.

Back then, when the Web was still mostly text-only and digital cameras were a fantasy, there was always a fear that the “hot chick” you were talking to was really a forty-year old male pervert with a criminal record. Still, it didn’t stop me and my fellow nerds from treading down that path, as pathetic as it was at times.

Fortunately, before I did anything too stupid, I grew up, found my confidence and started developing relationships with women I could talk to and touch. I’m became much happier for it. However, I didn’t completely leave that element of my sexuality behind.

In fact, as new tools became available, my fascination with it only seemed to grow.

In Person, Forever and a Day

Crystal and I met on the Web. She found a site of mine, sent me an email saying so and, seven years later, we really haven’t stopped that initial conversation. However, despite our online origins, we’ve shied away from dating girls on the Web. We, for the most part, want someone local, or at least someone that we can see on weekends.

Simply put, we spent six months of our relationship as a long-distance couple and don’t want to go through that again. It’s difficult and very expensive. Besides, it’s unfair to our partner if she’s being faithful to us. Worst of all, it seems to breed a kind of relationship we don’t want.

With that being said, we’ve never been afraid to play around on the Web. Previously, one of our favorite hobbies for off nights was keeping up to date with Girls On Now and watching various women on their cameras while we touched, teased. tasted and made love to one another. There was just something about watching a girl, knowing that she was touching and pleasing herself while we, possibly thousands of miles away, were doing the same to one another. Even though she couldn’t see us and we never spoke, there was a strange connection there that is hard to explain.

Of course it’s not a fulfilling experience, just more of a way to spice up the sex between the two of us, but it has a lot more meaning than just watching a regular porn flick.

It feels just a little bit more human.

More than a Voyeur

Of course, better than being just a voyeur is being a participant. However, we have never been comfortable doing that for just anyone. Though we enjoy doing things where we can get caught, there still needs to be a certain element of trust for something this open.

That, combined with our unwillingness to actively date on the Web, has meant that we’ve had very few online partners. We’ve exchange pictures with a few, cammed with a couple and joked with many, but most of our effort has been focused closer to home.

Still, the times we have shared this have been wonderful. It’s something that’s fun, spices things up at home, but is also safe and easy to stop if things get uncomfortable. It’s not a substitute for a third, but a way to spend an evening that otherwise would be just the “same ol’ thing”.

One thing that I have noticed though is that the people we “date” on the Web are different than those we date in person. They’re not really lovers, many have their own relationships or are actively seeking out other ones, but they are friends with whom we share an attraction. Looking over my history, that has been true of most of the girls I’ve dated on the Web, Crystal and my ex being the exceptions, they were all people I never thought of as mine, just people I enjoyed from time to time.

I guess that’s what the appeal is. It’s the only sex I’ve known where things don’t change afterward, nothing gets weird and no one gets hurt. It’s as if I can enjoy the intellectual and the physical without them getting crossed, something that usually only happens when I fall completely in love.

Thinking Back

And its now that I’ve begun thinking about that again. We haven’t done anything on the Web in over a couple of years, our Webcam is dusty and our membership at Girls On Now has long since expired. I think I’ve begun to miss the connection and both how safe and exciting it can be. I would never use it as a substitute, but I miss it all the same.

Maybe it’s something we can look into again, a way to spend a rainy weekend. But finding someone is a challenge and there are other complications, including technical ones with our crappy cam. Still, perhaps some day we can overcome them and play again.

In the meantime though, I’ll hang on to my memories of the people that managed to reach me and touch me, though they were halfway across the country. We shared something special, even if it was just over the camera and the written word.

There’s something to be said for lust that can survive a trip of a thousand miles. There always will be.