Cybersex Gone Bad

Come on, can't a woman ask for a little hot cyber without some weisenheimer ruining everything?

Funny stuff (Not really safe for work).

When a friend and I first discovered INTERNET, we went to some AOL chatroom called "The Dungeon." See, "The Dungeon." You can imagine the comedic possibilities.

I don't have an actual transcript of the session, but to the best of my recollection, it went like this:

ME: hey, what's up
MARK: wanna talk?
ME: I'm in the Dungeon, what do you think?
MARK: gwm 37
ME: I'm male too
MARK: What race?
ME: elf
ME: I'm 422 years old, just coming into my sexual peak
MARK: Okay...
MARK: Whatever.
MARK: brown hair, brown eyes, with a swimmer's build
ME: I have gray eyes and have well-built arms because I train so much with my Elvish longsword
MARK: how big is your "longsword"?
ME: About three and half feet.
MARK: hahahaha, that's pretty big
ME: I get no complaints
MARK: no complaints from me, lol
ME: It depends if you count the hilt, I never know if I'm supposed to. Is that just cheating?
MARK: I'm taking out my c*ck now...
ME: I'm casting Bigby's Grasping Hand

etc. The scam didn't go on for much longer. He was really trying to, umm, pleasure himself throughout this nonesense, but eventually grew impatient and demanded "What's with all this elf shit?" Then he went away.

Thanks to Lance.

posted by Ace at 01:55 PM

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