Cyber lovin'

OK. So. I have had a weird flipout and had my first online sexual encounter. Not any one handed typing action, luckily.
We have the technology....of a webcam. Good for chats! But recently the tyranny of distance has caused the usually reserved Bee in question to request more and more scantily clad conversations. These are frequently difficult to manage due to the less-than-private location of the computer but due to the prolonged abscence of many householders we have managed to squeeze in a couple of rauchy "conversations". I was suprised at how hot it was though. Also never thought I was much of the voyeuristic type but I/we have been proved wrong!
Really it all began with a normal webcam chat that went awry as I turned up in only a towel fresh from the shower and longdistanceBee started to get ideas. I was merrily teasing away until I was treated to the sight of ldB's rapidly growing erection. I wouldn't have thought (and maybe it isn't so much if you're getting it regularly...) that just seeing a hard cock could actually make me that horny. But it did. As we both happenend to be alone we had to make do with our own hands but managed a bit of sexy time across the miles. We even came at the same time hehehe. I must admit it was slightly awkward afterwards! It was so intense that it was right out of character for our regular webcam chats and so the rest of the chat was rather short and a bit like 'hmmm, well! That was um.... very nice...phew...mmm. what were we talking about? Oh, I can't remember either. Well, talk to you tomorrow then....'
Part 2 of online lovin' - amatuer stripping hour! After the in person episode, ldB began to request more nudie pictures...so naturally I obliged, first a couple of stills from the webcam and then, the HORROR! There is now in existence a powerpoint Agent V stripshow. Yes, I know. Powerpoint. *shudder* I was rewarded with a text a short while later after I'd logged off informing me I Am Hot, which was most awesome actually.
I have my own sneaky collection of semi nude man pictures too. I was a bit horny when I was doing the snapshots though and Bee was mildly horrified to see that of the pictures I'd taken they were mainly of his cock, which was quite funny when he got all scandalised about it. So we did some more tasteful ones and I dutifully deleted the penis pictures.
Part 3. Naturally progressed to a video request. I always feel kind of silly doing striptease unless I'm pretty tipsy (which as we all know doesn't necessarily equal sexy sex, more likely sexy sleep) but in this case I had a bit of lamplight going and it all looked very arty. And I think I looked damn sexy too. I do worry about my pixelated nude self exisiting at all, but under the circumstances I wasn't going to let that stop me. I still have the occasional worry about skyping spies but in the main I'm flattered to be asked to provide custom pron!

So. Not too much else happening on the sex front for me. Before that when we were in the same country there wasn't much news! Apart from the shameful admission that the week I left we got heaps of sex in......except for the very last day when we got distracted playing the biggest brain game and......ran....out.....of.....time.....I can't tell you how many times I kicked myself over that. We thought about a quickie on the way out but with my organisational skills it wasn't a good plan.
*sigh*

zzzzzout.

Sorry Alll!!!

Why hello everyone!!! I must admit I have been sadly absent from Bees since starting my new job. I don't get nearly enough fart-assing around time anymore!!!! AS such, I haven't checked for ages, and I am sorry.

Go Agent that has recently got nookie!!! Go you, hope he isn't a turd and has called you since. :)

RSVP agent, I fear that path is fraught with danger, and drop kicks. Although we did establish that Vomiting-Groomsman-Bee had an RSVP profile didn't we....can't all be terrible apples then can they?

O/S Bee, I hope you're getting lots of rumpy-pumpy action in nice hotels and fun new places@!!!

Hub-bee and I have been frightfully boring I think, nothing much to report other than wearing my smart balls all night at an event, and Hub-Bee loves bouncing into my hips repeatedly. LOL.

Cannot Cope

I am in over my head.

I've now been an RSVP member for a week, if it were AA I'd get my seven day chip.
I've had 138 kisses, emails and chat requests. I am not that interesting surely, I can't be!

I can't be sure whos true potential because I've got so many fucking things to reply to. I've even limited my inbox to only recieved ten a day.
Its like defcom five, I've gotta get in all my replies before the enemy attacks with another round.

Haha something funny did happen, I gave a Bee my email address and he sent an email saying 'my name nice girl' hahaha,I thought... well thats weird. Then sent another email explaining he was going to email me from work.
Apprently Im a nice girl.

Well Agent Z I don't think it's too much to ask to see if your Bee is still in the land of the living. But of course having said that, if he doesn't have the consideration to reply fuck him.
Fuck em all.

What's wrong with this picture?

(Not this picture. Nothing wrong with a scantily-clad cat girl.)

I think I've reached the bottom. Today I found myself trawling through the obituaries section of smh.com to try and determine whether a love interest of mine had died. When you find yourself doing this, perhaps it is time to stop and evaluate. One can't help but be reminded of that line from that song:

"Don't be no fool when
Love really don't love you."

This is D-Bee. (Myspace guy, the one with the drug history, the one who caused all that shit with my aunt and her somewhat doubtful choice in father of her child. If anyone is confused, don't worry. I think I'm mostly writing this to myself).

After everything happened with my aunt and uncle, D-Bee sent me an email apologising profusely and saying that he hoped I could forgive him. He said not to worry, he wouldn't be going anywhere. This meant everything to me - to know that even though things were shitty I could at least I could rely on D-Bee to talk to.

This was over two weeks ago.

Since then he hasn't been online at all and hasn't responded to my email that bluntly asked him to let me know "yes" or "no" if we were talking anymore.

I don't have his phone number. I don't know where he lives. I don't know his last name. And yet I spoke with this person about every third night for hours (online) since the beginning of the year. We told each other some big, personal things. I felt, in some strange disconnected way, that I knew him, or at least I knew I wanted to know him. The night that the crap happened with my uncle D-Bee was talking about the possibility of meeting - which was huge for him considering the drug past (and associated complications), etc.

And now he has disappeared off the face of the planet and there's nothing I can do but look through the obituaries. And this is, like, EVERY obituary as I don't have his last name.

Is it too much to ask for my prospective dates to be mentally sound, not addicted to something, in possession of a driver's lisence and ALIVE???

Fucking hell.

p.s. Agent Y please let us know how RSVP goes. (Hopefully well!) I've heard it can work but due to my freak-magnetism I've given up on the internet.

I'll let you know if D-Bee ever turns up again. Preferably not in a body bag.

*Cringe* I joined RSVP

Well I joined RSVP.
Through lack of other alternatives I joined spur of the moment Monday evening, and had intended to blog about it but had to respond to the dozen kisses, two emails and three instant chat requests I had.
Today is Thursday and I've had 76 fucking emails, kisses and chat requests. SINCE TUESDAY.
Sounds like a nice idea in theory, but I'm having to be really ruthless about who I reply to with positive answers.
Anyone who is over the age limit, 28/29 and out of my area (west, I don't drive after all) unless they are cute or have good profile get an almost automatic reply of 'you don't meet my perfect match criteria' or something almost nasty.
I've had to do this out of necessity now, because otherwise they get hopeful and then there are more emails and kisses involved.
I can't see two guys at once much less talk to 70 of them. Christ.
And then the real flip out was, encountering not only the DropKick Bees I've already blogged about, but a Bee I went to school with!! Hahaha funny old world.

Will keep posted with progress...