Cruising Cyber 1

Behind the wheel, top down and the ether blowing through my hair. What a wonderful night to cruise the more "delectable" offerings found on the off ramps of Cyberhighway 1. The neon night streams by blurred in a myriad of colors as I slow down to get a better look at the menu being displayed for the evening. It is a sea of delights waiting for me as I find myself pulling to a slower lane looking for that one special item to catch my eye. Erotic massage, bukkake, golden showers, same gender love, gang bangs, s&m, one on one shows and a plethora of eroticism only limited by one's imagination.

The Land of the Lonely, where in the anonymity of this unworldly world one can do and be anything or anyone they want to. Where we go to act out those perversions we keep locked away in the deeper recesses of the dark chambers within all of us and that we seldom bring to light. Things in groups we profess to be unnatural and act detested at the mere thought that such things actually exist. All the time not giving hint to the mental notes we are making to visit the site that was abhorrently being discussed.

I do not care who you are or what you profess to be, eventually even your curiosity gets the best of you and you find yourself navigating towards that more seemly side of the cyberhighway. Oh yes, I know only so well that you go merely to see what would draw another to want to inhabit this virtual world of unspoken vices where the gutters run rife with the semen of spent voyeurs. Soon you find yourself being drawn into this world of the "unnatural" as you cruise the seedy streets lined with the sites of forbidden fruits. Men and women hawking the pleasures being offered, displaying for you ticklers to entice you to enter and sate your more perverted appetite of the flesh. And yes, you are drawn and soon you find that your curiosity has become your addiction as you wait for the evening to come. All day you have dwelt on that visual of the night before, the sensation you felt as you watched, the excitement that seemed to take control as you found your hand slowly sliding down to release that euphoric feeling that only an orgasm can bring you. You imagine yourself in their place or being a part of it, caught up in the extreme sexual timbre to the point you reach that place where you cannot turn back. You are at that place where you cannot discern reality from the fantasy that you have bought into and all you can think of is your own self gratification. You feel that release nearing, building, your mind is a blur, your eyes fixed on what is before you in that luminous glow being emitted from your screen. Exhausted, spent, your hand shaking you start to retreat from that world of pseudo reality based on the sexual weaknesses of others. Guilt now takes the place of your uncontrolled need for satisfaction, to visit that place you kept locked away from others and being the person you wanted them to think you were. You lie in bed, your guilt fighting with your desire to want more.

Hurriedly you go through your evening routine, all the while thinking about what awaits you in that virtual world of pleasures. When asked why you were on so late the night before you quickly try and think of an excuse, games, chatting, surfing the net, anything but the truth about your secret perversion that you will deny having. That even though you will profess makes you ill to think of. You have said your good nights, kids are sleeping, the spouse is propped up in bed reading or watching television and you quietly close the door to enter that forbidden world of lust. Again you slip into that cesspool that over flows with the twisted perversions that your curiosity took you to.

No, you will never admit it, even though your comments have quietened to low grunts of agreement and you still whisper to others that you would never be caught perusing such sites. You are probably right about never being caught, that is why it is done behind closed doors and under pseudonyms. But do not worry, your secret is safe with me.

Later...