I open my laptop... my hidden prize
from Daniel. Not being used for research or downloading or playing games... well
maybe playing games, but not of the ‘kill the alien variety’. Frankly, and
this surprises Daniel, I’m a Solitaire kinda guy.
I follow the steps that Daniel showed me... First, hit the little walking guy… I look around the screen for a minute, chewing my lips in concentration as I wait impatiently for all the
various screen to pop up... first one, then another... and I stalwartly continue, following Daniel's directions to the "t".
I wonder what AIM stands for…
And then… mission accomplished.
* * * * * *
wileykyot:
hello daniel
wileykyot:
put down the coffee and typeto me....shit...hate
these keyboards
rkeyolochest
oh... slurp... jack. how are you this lovely
evening?
wileykyot:
woundlaj damn.....wouldn't the telephone be easier,
daniel.
wileykyot:
can i type dirty to you...
wileykyot:
put down the book and pay attention to me...
rkeyolochest
ah, but this is more fun, jack... yeah... type
dirty to me... ;-) ooh, aren't these emoticons fun?
wileykyot:
do they have one that looks like a penis
wileykyot:
?
rkeyolochest
i'm sure if you *play around* for a little while,
you could *cum* *up* with something pretty close...
wileykyot:
why can't you cum....ooops....hate this
typewriter...come over here and play
rkeyolochest
see... this is why typing is so much better than
the phone, jack... all the innuendo is *sooo* clear... <beg>
wileykyot:
what the belal shit daniel...what the hell is beg?
i mean i know what i would like it to mean/
wileykyot:
i hate laptop keyboards daniel...i want a reagular
one like the one in the office
rkeyolochest
big evil grin, jack. big *evil* grin...
wileykyot:
whatcha wearing?
rkeyolochest
umm...
rkeyolochest
socks...
wileykyot:
do not...DO NOT tell me nothing
wileykyot:
except socks
wileykyot:
aren't you cold....
rkeyolochest
well... what do you want? a thesis on my state of
*undress*? <G>
wileykyot:
don't you need someone to warm you
wileykyot:
up!
rkeyolochest
oh, i'm up, jack... i'm very *up*... always for
you...
wileykyot:
can i come over and play????
wileykyot:
with you ?
wileykyot:
with it?
rkeyolochest
no! I'm *working*... and we have to work
*tomorrow*... we have to play by the rules, jack...
wileykyot:
i can't type only using one hand though
rkeyolochest
oh, that's just filthy... ;-O
wileykyot:
nice open mouth on your yellow guy daniel
rkeyolochest
what the mere *Thought* of me doesn't do it for
you? :-)
rkeyolochest
I do try...
wileykyot:
always...just wanna touch
wileykyot:
warm
wileykyot:
body
wileykyot:
hot
wileykyot:
body
rkeyolochest
how warm... how warm jack... *where* are you
warm...
wileykyot:
daniel ...i'm on my way over to show you where and
how warm
rkeyolochest
oh, no you don't... you made the rules... you gotta
stick to em. no fun on sunday nights.
rkeyolochest
but i'm sure we can have fun in *other* ways... you
never told me what you're wearing jack...
wileykyot:
don't wanna play
wileykyot:
my bathrobe
rkeyolochest
jack, are you *pouting*?
wileykyot:
and socks
wileykyot:
can i come over if i am pouting
wileykyot:
what the fuck are those *
rkeyolochest
that big, thick, steamy-warm bathrobe? arent' you a
little *hot* in that thing? maybe you should take it off...
rkeyolochest
jeez... I swear to god, you are so clueless...
they're meant for *emphasis*... now quit spoiling the mood and get to the
bathrobe...
wileykyot:
why aren't we talking on the phone...phone i can
do...talking dirty on computelkja is hard..i keep misspellling things
rkeyolochest
do you really think i care about your poor spelling
and grammar?
wileykyot:
my hands are good for touching...not typeing
wileykyot:
did i say my grammar was bad...is my grammar bad?
rkeyolochest
no... christ, i never... aw, shit... what are you
gonna go all girlie on me now and start twisting my words?
wileykyot:
girlie....girlie...come over here and sayd tha tto
my face
wileykyot:
shit...ow look what you did..you got me so angry
i'm typinal shit daniel
rkeyolochest
aw, fuck it... where the hell are my pants...
rkeyolochest
i'm coming over. make sure that damn bathrobe is *off* when I get there...
wileykyot:
dont you get all pissy on me now
wileykyot:
make me take it off!
rkeyolochest
not pissy... just a little *frustrated*... god, I
want you right now... why do you have to go and do this to me?
wileykyot:
did i tell you i am wearing NOTHING****** under the
robe....
wileykyot:
find your pants yet?
rkeyolochest
well, it was kind of implied... how the hell am i
supposed to look for my pants while my hands are otherwise occupied.
wileykyot:
thinking of you though....parts of my body are
thinking *very hard* about you!
wileykyot:
what the helll are your hands doing!!!!
wileykyot:
put them where i can see them
rkeyolochest
get your mind out of the gutter
rkeyolochest
although... i am starting to see your points in
favor of using the phone...
rkeyolochest
oh, jack...
wileykyot:
what...it's the heavy breathing that gets you isn't
it
rkeyolochest
I'm smacking my lips... they're all glossy and
moist and soft...
wileykyot:
*banging head against laptop screen*
pleeeeeeeeeaaassseeeeeee
wileykyot:
carressing laptop screen
rkeyolochest
i'm breathing hard and my chest is bowing out and
caving in... i'm imagining you rubbing your fingers into that little indentation
at my sternum that you like so much...
wileykyot:
maneuvering laptop onto my lap...is this the
closest you are going to get to me tonight daniel!!!!!!
rkeyolochest
my hair is all messy... my glasses are off... I
just showered, so my hair is still damp... and it smells great... ooooohhhhh
wileykyot:
am i your cammander
wileykyot:
commander
rkeyolochest
I'm gently, slowly, erotically sipping from a cup
of hot, steaming coffee with ammaretto and bailey's... i taste like it, jack...
rkeyolochest
jack. *jack*. jaaaaaaccccccc-kkkk
wileykyot:
turning off aim NOW ...which stands for ain't in
me!!!!!!
rkeyolochest
the only reason you should be turning that goddamn
computer off is to get into your car and drive over here... clothing for the
ride is optional
rkeyolochest
clothing when you get here is forbidden
wileykyot:
turning it off...stay right where you are...hold
those thoughts...but not yourself...don't start without me...now typing wiht one
hand as i am putting on my pants UNDER my robe..commando... not shirt....
rkeyolochest
mmmmmm, jack... hurry. i'll be waiting...