It Has to Be the Brain! - Sex~Kitten.net

Long ago and far away I was perennially bored. So, I started cruising the sex chat rooms. I was on Virtual Places and before that AOL. Nothing can explain this phenomenon other than the brain.

There are no visual cues. There are no vocal signals. The only thing you have is the written word. And a willing suspension of disbelief. And a few really intense people who think it’s all real.

So, here is the scene. I am sitting in front of my computer screen. I have on sweats and bunny slippers. Suddenly up pops the IM screen:

redd-butt: Are you free tonight?
Suka: I think I might have a few minutes for you.
redd-butt: Wanna fuck?
Suka: Now, is that any way to talk to a lady?
redd-butt: I’m sorry. wanna see my dick? (sending jpeg file)
Suka: I don’t accept files.
redd-butt: so what can I do to interest you?
Suka: Try telling me what you want to do.
redd-butt: fuck you
Suka: come on now, you can be more creative than that
redd-butt: so tell me what you have on

My eyes roll to the ceiling and I type back:
Suka: It’s hot here. So hot I can’t really stand to have on much clothing
redd-butt: so what are you wearing
Suka: The bra is red lace with cut outs for the nipples
redd-butt: cool J Can I feel them?
Suka: What? The lace bra? (I am intentionally stupid)
redd-butt: no, the nipples
Suka: only if you tell me in detail what you want to do to them.
redd-butt: i want to touch them
Suka: What else?
redd-butt: i want to lick them. are you sure you don’t want to see my cock?

I can see this is going nowhere:
Suka: Take your hand and run your palms over my nipples. Take them between your thumb and finger… (you get the idea)

About this time I start getting things like:
redd-butt: Oh, baby…they are so hard…you make me so hot. I want to fuck you.
Suka: No, not yet, tell me what you want me to do to you.
redd-butt: fuck me.
Suka: How you do want me to fuck you?
redd-butt: hard
Suka: Do you want me to spank you?
redd-butt: yes

I’m not getting anything here. So I go into a long and detailed scene where I have him drop his pants, bend him over the table and – in livid detail – tell him how I am going to turn his rear end red, massage his balls and all that good stuff. You know, a good description that you like when you read really good pron? I get a few responses like:
redd-butt: Oh……..ahhhhhhhhhh……oh my god………

And suddenly the screen goes blank and I get the message:
redd-butt has left the room.

Now, this doesn’t work only for men. I used to travel some of the bdsm rooms. There was this one chick who lived in Oregon. She was a sub. The dom lived in New Jersey. He had given her orders to be in the room when he arrived. I lurked for a while and after about 20 minutes invited her into a room for a sub chat. She wouldn’t leave. The dom would be mad if she wasn’t there when he got there. Excuse me. This is fantasy. They would never meet. They would never play in real time. But the fantasy had become so real that she was willing to wait for hours for him to arrive.

In one room I watched as a domme had a sub kneel before her computer and type with her nose. We got some things like:
sub-diana: yeeds m istyressf
You knew that she was literally following the directions.

The only explanation is that it’s the brain. We can become so involved in the suspension of disbelief that the words on the screen become real… sometimes more real than life itself.

What did I get out of it? I got a brain rush (sometimes another one) from doing this to more than one at a time. Though I am not as good as some around here, my all-time best was 5 different screens going at the same time. It was power. It was my brain telling me “you can do this.” It was the thrill of seeing others take my orders and suggestions literally. I really loved it when I got messages like:
***baby-girl***01: It’s getting hard to type. one handed is really hard.

Come to think of it, this is where I got some of my training for writing erotica.