Internet time.
It applies to more than .com companies and IPOs. More than how quickly engineers can double the current computer processing speed.
It applies to on-line relationships.
For a while I believed that on-line communication made it easier to get the heart of things. It stripped away pretense. But in truth, it doesn’t strip away – it merely paints over. The masks are just that much easier to wear. Yes, it can make things more honest. You may lie about your appearance, or age, or even your sex. Yet, really, why lie about the important things? Like your ideas, your secrets, your life. It is often easier to confide in a stranger then it is to someone who actually knows you.
Because this medium is made of words, certain steps go much faster. You quickly move beyond small-talk. You discuss relationships. Art. Sex. Love. There is an inherent mystery in the relationship, an aphrodisiac not to be underestimated. There is the promise of safety, which in turn promotes freedom and – at times – excess. One-night stands that last milliseconds in the pace of time on the Internet.
Chronicled here is one of those.
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The Meeting – 11/19/01
It took only 15 minutes to determine that we lived within a couple blocks from each other; considering we were chatting in a geographically diverse locus in this particular rest stop on the information super-highway, it was a rather striking and interesting coincidence. After making introductions…
D’jaevle pages: “At least you have an outlet; my over-active imagination gets me into trouble.”
xyzia pages: “such as…”
D’jaevle pages: “Hrmmm. Such as wondering how someone will react to words, an image – a touch in words.”
xyzia pages: “such as… ;^)”
D’jaevle considers you for a moment and then steps forward, moving to your side and then slipping behind you, fingers brushing your hair from your neck; his touch light, fingertips along the nape of the neck, breath tickling the exposed skin as he leans inward.
xyzia smiles. “It’s like you’ve read my mind…that is SUCH a turn on spot”
D’jaevle smiles, “And such a fun spot to tease…a light touch, maybe fingers, maybe lips, warm against the skin, perhaps finding that spot just behind the ear.”
xyzia pages: “so tell me what you look like so i can have a mental image”
D’jaevle pages: “Why don’t I just stand in front of my window, maybe you’ll see me : )”
xyzia laughs and gets her binoculars
Bad place to put this, but it seems that Bliatz would like us to “do” her.
Shall we?
Hugs,
rg
Doing Bliatz.
How is a Bliatz done? I am most sure it is done with finesse. A bit of brutality. A moderate amount of pain, a hint of humilation. Some ice, perhaps. Leather. A firm hand and a firmer will. A taste of indisecretion, yet lots of class. From the top, working the way to her bottom. A mindfuck without protection. Let her find her own place on knees and hands.
All good, but…to truly *do* Bliatz we need…words. Bliatz is done in by words.
RG, my dear, perhaps you should start us off.
Nice touch of humor with the usual seduction stories.
okay yeah thats is nothin i would say and i am the only one in the world that has these name so yeah thats really gay someone is tryn to be me lol