 Sleep Talk
Sleep Talk
by Dan & Melanie
Last night blended into morning seamlessly. Aliens could have been in the air riding on microscopic parts of matter as the flow of words began the cascade emotions one at a time. He logged on to girlfriend dot com and set his emotions in motion, then sent communications to those who would listen. Time kept things in order while being on the minds of others but the delay would be about being patient.
A man will do most anything for affection if left alone in the coldness of a life without affection. Like the internet.
There were two unanswered messages waiting. Jack clicked the one from a girl named Sugar69. She was an internet slut.
"Hi," I liked what I saw of your profile and decided you should know.”
The message was linked to Sugar’s profile beside a smiley face.
The other message was from the Girlfriend dot com administrators suggesting an ‘upgrade’ account with features not included with a standard account.
Jack followed the link in Sugar’s message to a bright pink page.
And he could hear a slight hum emitting from the monitor as its display changed, suddenly inundated with hues and patterns obviously intended to make the user think of Sugar’s wanting pink cunt. Floating hearts. Slits of pink. Fringed with ribbon.
Yeah. She was a slut.
There were some photos. Cleverly angled. She was probably fat. Nice tits though.
The monitor’s soothing buzz filled his head; pink shades smiting his tired eyes Jack suddenly felt more alone than he ever had in his life. Sugar69 was a slut and Jack needed to get laid. He’d been hurt and rejected and beaten down so many times now all he wanted was a meaningless fuck. To feel wanted. Needed somehow. To be convinced he wasn’t gay – goddamn, after a while, a guy really starts to wonder.
But this wasn’t life. This was a fantasy. A lie. Jack would never approach this girl with any semblance of self-esteem in his life (even if she was fat. She had really nice tits). Behind a computer screen, he could be the man he wanted to be. And maybe he could convince a girl that he was that man and they’d meet and she’d be blinded but he’d never been alone again.
It was all a lie.
Jack turned off his computer.
He went to bed but hessitated masturbating. Desperation had oozed onto the internet. Who would want to cuddle in bed without a care in the world, speak in soft poetry?
Deliberately and make her orgasam with written words?
Who the fuck wants that? Jack cared to make a girl feel good, he loved them enough to try...Despite the pain of being alone that would consume reality when she logged off the site.
She enjoyed sentimental memory but girls interpret the worst from a guy who lives in the past and tries to make love to it.
Love was just another dimension of an orgasam.
Psychic sex is nonexistant. It's just another way of lonesome denial.
Jack got out of bed and turned on the computer. He would inspect the photo of Sugar69 again.
Indeed the photo angle was fat-stealthy and maybe was trying too hard to be sexy. Jack found himself admiring her hair, thinking of the softness and the scent. The two photographs of her were consistant in needing his desperate attention. Her legs were so sexy.
He replied to the message.
"Hi, Sugar. I'm Jack and I would like to do you now."
He sent the message.
She replied within five minutes.
ta-da.
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I just hate this... 
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