Getting Started
Your Instructor is Professor Taltos
Getting started in a chat room is more complex than you might think. You need a good imagination and a little knowledge of computer lingo. At the end of each lesson I will be including a brief outline of some of the computer vocabulary I have come across. I thought it might be helpful.
It's not an absolute must that you know what kind of an adventure you want. I would advice surfing around a bit to get an idea of what is available. Plus if your anything like me you may not have a clue what you're looking for. It took a while but I finally found a room that struck my interest and in I went. I was a bit nervous. I didn't want to make a fool of myself. However I was on a mission and I've never been intimidated away from a story yet. So bravely I tip toed into my very first cyber-sex chat room.
The first step for me was to type in "Hi all! 45 f Canada here!" This is my introduction to the others in the room. It's called my
ASL, which is my age, sex and location. Most of the rooms ask that you type this up when you enter a room. Plus having to do this is a good icebreaker. It makes you feel welcome. Most of the others in the room will greet you in return.
I typed in the information sat back and waited for a few minutes. I didn't mind waiting; the conversations I was observing were fascinating. Every once in a while someone would ask Taltos (that's me) how I was doing or what my country was like. For the most part it was friendly chatter that flowed across the screen.
Before I knew it I was talking away to people from all, over the world. We chatted about the weather for the most part. I live in Canada and I got the impression people find our winters rather interesting. Before I knew it I was surprised to find I was having a good time. This only served to make me even more curious. I was dying to find out how they got around to the sex part of this. So far everyone seemed to be happy to just chat. I was beginning to think I had been gravely misinformed.
As I said it didn't take long for me to feel welcome and a part of the crowd. It also didn't take long before I saw I was being whispered! To be whispered means someone want's to talk to you in private. When I looked down I could see a name flashing at the bottom of my screen. Strange I got a feeling I could almost hear it calling out to me. I paused for a second then I gently clicked on to my first whisper. I held my breath and reminded myself I was supposed to be looking forward to this.
Before I go any further on this subject I have to briefly explain a couple of things. I went into the world of cyber-sex as an adventure. My soul quest was to find a good story and solve my own curiosity on the subject. I went in thinking that cyber-sex was all for those sad demented parts of humanity that were too ashamed to show their ugly faces in the real world.
I honestly don't know what I was expecting. I can tell you what I wasn't expecting. I never expected to meet such an amazing amount of wisdom and insanity, love and hate, all combined in one world. This whole experience has become one of the most eye opening and fascinating ones I have been on to date. There is only thing I do know for sure. That is I don't know so much after all!
My lesson began the second I responded to a whisper. It came from a man who called himself
'THEBEAST'. "Hi u!" was the most intelligent answer I could come up with at that moment. He replied with, "Hi my real name is Jim and yours is please?" He was waiting for an answer. I froze; my fingers actually refused to move. I gave my head a shake and typed back" My real name is Cynthia, nice to meet u Jim." I waited again feeling sillier by the moment.
Now it was right about here that things began to turn. My well-laid plans and all my strategy went straight out the window. All it took was one simple sentence from him and I was rattled. "What do you want to find here? " He asked me in return. It was simple question but I felt it could be a loaded one, too. I wasn't sure how to answer him.
I hadn't come prepared to be interviewed. I've never been at that end of the writing world. I was supposed to be asking the questions. At least that's the way I had rehearsed it in my head. It struck me as funny. Here I sat fingers in mid air, frozen stiff with fear. But fear of what? I thought I was so smart. I was more than a bit smug, too. But it was right about here that I began to realize I had ventured into a world I truly knew nothing about.
I had never thought about the tables being turned and there I sat not knowing what to say. "Pretty sad excuse for a journalist if you ask me." (I heard the little voice in my head taunting me.) It took some effort but my fingers finally managed to type, "I'm not sure this is my first time." All
'TheBeast' typed back was "LOL".
Now for those who don't know it LOL means 'lots of laughs'. He was laughing at me! I wasn't sure if I was angry or not but before I could decide he typed the following message, "It's okay, you know we all had to start somewhere. I would however be honored if you would allow me be at your service, my lady!"
Odd but I could swear I heard a southern drawl in his voice. This was the second time the surreal feeling began to creep over me. This time it was definitely a much stronger illusion.
In my mind he had blue eyes. Tight fitting blue jeans and a cowboy hat. A scene from the movie 'The Electric Horseman' began running through my mind.
The fact that I visualized blue eyes was weird to me. I love my mate's eyes and his are brown. I came to the conclusion it was because I wasn't dealing with a real person in my mind so I would naturally go away from my normal preferences. Then I realized I was reading way to many psychology books. And I was starting to scare myself.
Anyway as I sat listening to southern the drawl go on in my head I found myself wondering what he was doing at that very moment. Somehow the idea of people sitting at their computers naked and masturbating was hard for me to imagine. The thought of it gave me the creeps, if you know what I mean. It made it hard for me to concentrate.
So I sat and I visualized a cowboy sitting at his computer in his warm cozy ranch house. I saw him alone, sad and desperate, with his clothes on. I felt a little better and slowly started to answer some of the simple questions he was throwing my way. What was my name (first name only of course) where was I, was I having fun? And then it came... THE
QUESTION!
He finally typed it to me. "Would you like to try to play a game?" He was kind enough to add, "If not, that's okay we can just talk." I felt like a kid, all thumbs and tongue-tied. I actually felt my heartbeat start to pick up as I answered him. " Yes I would like to try, thank you." Not my snappiest answer but it was all I had at the moment. I was seriously feeling like an idiot by that time and I think he knew it.
It was a rocky start but at least he was patient with me. I was suddenly very grateful that chivalry wasn't dead. He was trying very hard to be kind. It made me feel a little less inept. It was also helping me focus on the job at hand. I was beginning to think I was in way over my head.
"Maybe I should just write a cute story about Valentines Day." The thought ran briefly through my mind. But I do pride myself on not being a chicken, so I continued on. I sat trying to visualize a cowboy. I held my breath for a moment. "Tell me a story please!" I typed back to him. I have always loved a good bedtime story, I thought this would be a safe way to go.
His reply came after a brief pause. These are the words he typed back to me.
"I'll tell you a bedtime story... my love. Close your mind to all else but my words.... And I will take you to a special place that I keep.... It's a place of fantasies and magic,,,, of pleasure and pain!!! A place I truly hope, you will come to love, come to visit time and again. Please sit back and relax, my lady, and I shall tell you my tale!"
He stopped typing at this point and I knew he was waiting to see my response. But this is where I will leave you for now. I think I have rambled on enough for one time. Next time I shall tell all about my first cyber-sex experience. I hope to also touch on the variety of chat rooms and being careful where you go. You never know what you might find!
Until next time this is your professor Taltos003 signing off for now!
* Please note... I will be, for the next few chapters, including the abbreviations I have come across that I feel pertain to chat rooms. These are simply a few phrases I have come across on my trips into the chat rooms.
ty = thank you
lol= lots of laughs
4gm = forgive me
asl= age, sex, location
bbl = be back later
yw = your welcome
tyvm= thank you very much
eod =end of discussion
afk = away from keyboard
brb= be right back
atm = at the moment
eak = eating at keyboard
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