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| SOME KIND OF BLISS by Nan <<< part 8 PART 9 - WHY CHATROOMS ARE SO POPULAR (And possible reasons why Sean is so good with electronics) Sean Moore was bored. The Manics have been doing promotion for three weeks - two more to go. James was somewhere getting laid and trying to forget about the pompom girl. Too bad, I actually liked her! Nicky'd gone to bed and his Play Station was beginning to get old. He glanced at his computer. Maybe I've got some mail… He got up and picked up his laptop, turned it on and connected. "No new messages" a creepy voice said over the speakers. Even it seemed to pity him…. He started surfing carelessly, suddenly coming across a Manics fan site. Ok, so maybe this will make me feel better He entered a chat room, typing in 'Mooro' as his name absentmindedly. Richey, Richey, Richey, Nicky and even James has his adoring fans, no one gives a damn about the drummer. New album, oh look, this one clams to have fucked my cousin - he grins - "Probably has too…" he says out loud, getting serious again. He almost logs off when a private chat invite flashes on the screen. Meanwhile: It's the weekend, so work isn't an excuse anymore. You're sitting alone in your room at home, trying not to think about James. You pick up a book, but you can't concentrate. You try to listen to some CDs but every time you hear the sound of a guitar you break out in tears and cry yourself to sleep. You wake up in the middle of the night and take a shower, the salty taste staining your cheeks. When you get back to your room you feel a lot better and decide to check your mail. Before you know it, you're at the This is Yesterday chat forum and typing in your name. God, I haven't been here in ages, I've no idea what these people are even talking about! So you decide to bugger off when you see a new user jut logged on - Mooro. Sean…I miss him… you think and click on 'private chat'. I need something to take my mind off things you think as you quickly type in your message and get a bottle of gin out of your cupboard. Just in case! Drummergirl: Hey Sean fan, want to chat? Sean thought for a bit. Mooro: Sure Drummergirl! Drummergirl: Nice to come across a Sean fan. We seem to be an endangered species these days! Wow! She likes me! Mooro: Yeah, well. Not much interest Drummergirl: for such a nice guy. Crime. Mooro: hee hee. Punishable by what? Drummergirl: Well, I'm against capital in general, but I could make an exception! Maybe something American Psycho style? Mooro: Sounds interesting, however I don't want to discuss it further. Just ate. Drummergirl: Oh, understandable...I lost a couple of pounds reading that book. Mooro: Have you seen the film? Drummergirl: Jared Leto and Willem DeFoe should be shot. Also goes for Whitney Houston and Phil Collins. Mooro: It only adds to the nausea. Drummergirl: But Bale was great. Very funny…but that's Ellis for you. Have you read Less Than Zero? Wow, a girl that actually knows what she's talking about… Mooro: Yeah, great. Drummergirl: Well, Psycho is my favourite, but it was good. Not as humorous I thought. Less sex too. Hee hee! Sean choked on his drink as he read the last bit of the message…. Drummergirl: Still there Mooro? Haven't scared you off, have I? Sean tries to catch his breath and grabs the keyboard, but he doesn't really know what to write. Drummergirl: L Drummergirl: I'll tell you, that was one book that made me glad I'm not blond and/or gorgeous. Mooro: Don't underestimate yourself. Drummergirl: ha ha! You can't see me! Mooro: You sound good. Drummergirl: type Mooro: Yeah, type… Drummergirl: Well, that's one good quality…I can type VERY well. Mooro: How WELL? Sean wrote, blushing slightly - is this leading to what I think (well, let's be honest, hope!) it's leading to? Drummergirl: I won't tell you since you froze at the last sexual remark. Sean's reaction: OH MY GOD! Mooro: That good, ha? Drummergirl: yeah wink Mooro: hee hee Drummergirl: You don't believe me? Mooro: I only believe what I see! Drummergirl: What, splattered all over the computer screen? Hee hee Sean chuckles to himself and looks around the room. It's empty, I'm on my own, everyone is out or asleep, and no one is going to come in… hopefully… Mooro: Go on, give me your best shot! "'SHOT'? Hee hee hee hee…" that sends you into convulsions of laughter on the floor! Mooro: Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you off… Mooro: Please come back! 'come' - cum! That was another one! Mooro: Drummergirl? Drummergirl: Yeah, I'm here Mooro: We can just have a normal conversation if you'd like J Drummergirl: Actually, what are you wearing? You grin to yourself. There's no way he's going to go through with this. Sean looks down at his attire. Best to be honest! Mooro: Jeans, shirt. You? Drummergirl: What would you like me to be wearing? Sean checks the room again and runs his sweaty palms over his hair. Mooro: Nothing much I suppose… Drummergirl: Just an oversized t-shirt. Nothing more...it can easily be removed. Would you like me to do so? Mooro: do it Drummergirl: gone Sean could feel himself getting hard and shifted uncomfortably in his chair, trying to find a position where his entrapped cock wouldn't be so constricted. Drummergirl: Your turn Sean immediately reached for the hem of his shirt. What am I, crazy? She can't see me! Mooro: done Drummergirl: LIAR! No! How did she know that? He looked around to see if anyone was looking at him. Mooro: really, done! Drummergirl: come on, I'm sitting here, buck naked, I can feel my nipples hardening and you're on the other side, jeans and shirt included Mooro: on the other side of the room Drummergirl: blush Mooro: hee hee Drummergirl: I've got to confess, I've never done this before… Mooro: Me neither Drummergirl: Oh. Are you ready then? Mooro: Ready Drummergirl: Ready or 'ready' hee hee Mooro: both Drummergirl: Can you type with one hand? Mooro: You're getting off the subject! Drummergirl: Sorry, I just wanted my first try to be a successful one! Mooro: Can you? Drummergirl: What? Mooro: Type with one hand? Drummergirl: blush yes Mooro: are you typing with one hand now? Drummergirl: no, not yet. Make me! Mooro: Oh, I'll make you all right. I want to throw you over your desk and just bury my face between your thighs… Drummergirl: ok, one hand Mooro: I wish I were the other one… Drummergirl: What would you do if you were? Mooro: I'd slowly trace your lips with my fingertips and wet them with the moisture of your mouth… You find yourself mimicking his descriptions, more turned on by the minute, but not allowing yourself to do anything he doesn't describe. Mooro: Then I'd move over your jaw line and down towards your breasts. Drummergirl: ohhhhhhhhh Mooro: I'd cover your nipples with the wetness and gently blow on them, making them stand. Drummergirl: I want to push your head down towards them, I want you to suck Mooro: My hands slide down your body as I take a peak into my hot mouth Drummergirl: I arch my back and push it further inside you Mooro: My lips wrap around it and I pull Drummergirl: I wither and moan… Mooro: I nibble at your hard nipple, gently licking your soft and hot skin Drummergirl: I moan in frustration, as I slide my hands down your sweaty chest, scraping my nails as I go, my hands travelling lower and lower… Mooro: Not yet, baby. Drummergirl: Aw… Mooro: I grab your hands and push them away, holding them behind your back Drummergirl: I struggle, but am dying to see what is up next Mooro: I lie you down on the desk and place your legs on my shoulders Drummergirl: They slide over your sweaty skin with ease and I cross my ankles behind your neck, pulling you in closer… Mooro: I lower my head into your lap and I can smell your sweet scent, inviting me… Drummergirl: Ohhh Mooro: I tentatively lick your slit and wrap my lips around your… Drummergirl: clit which begins to throb when the soft skin of your lips greet it Mooro: I gently suck, just as I did with your nipple Drummergirl: I've got my hands in your hair Mooro: You're delicious Drummergirl: Don't stop now, this is fantastic Mooro: What are you doing? I mean what are you really doing? To yourself. Drummergirl: I'm stroking my clit. You? Mooro: Rubbing my dick Drummergirl: How hard are you? Mooro: Very hard. How moist are you? Drummergirl: Very moist. Mooro: I wish you were here. Drummergirl: I wish I was, too. Would you like me to go down on you? Mooro: YES Drummergirl: Lie back and close your eyes. I'm on my knees right in front of you. Mooro: Go on. Drummergirl: I start running my tongue over your cock. Up and down the shaft. Again and again. Really slowly. Mooro: Oh God… Drummergirl: I kiss the head of your dick, just about touching it with my lips. Mooro: I moan out, trying to get you to really suck me Drummergirl: Not yet. Mooro: Please Drummergirl: No. I want you to be really gagging for it Mooro: I AM! Drummergirl: No, you just think you are, but I'm not finished with you yet. Mooro: Baby… Drummergirl: I trace the underside of your cock with the tip of my tongue, millimetre by millimetre Mooro: Please Drummergirl: Then I take your cock in my mouth, hold it for a second, then release it again Mooro: I'm about to cum Drummergirl: I suppose I'd better stop then Mooro: NO! Drummergirl: Just till you've calmed down again Mooro: I…oh please Drummergirl: Ah, okay. I softly stroke your balls while I cover just the head of your dick with my lips then I pull away again Mooro: oh Drummergirl: Now I take you a bit deeper in my mouth than before…and break away again Mooro: Please Drummergirl: I do this over and over again until I've swallowed you whole Mooro: Suck Drummergirl: I suck you really hard Mooro: I want to lick you again Drummergirl: 69? Mooro: Anything as long as I get to your pussy Drummergirl: Take charge of me Mooro: I plunge my tongue into you as deep as it will go but I'm not as gentle as I was before Drummergirl: You've got me moaning loudly Mooro: I just keep fucking you with my tongue, only breaking away occasionally to tease your clit Drummergirl: Touch my breasts Mooro: I wish I could torture you by not doing it but I can't resist Drummergirl: I can't go on like this, I want you inside me. Mooro: Ride me Drummergirl: Are you still rubbing? Mooro: Yes…are you still stroking? Drummergirl: No. I'm pushing a finger deep inside me but it doesn't really compensate. Mooro: I want you on my lap Drummergirl: Fiercely moving down on your dick Mooro: Faster Drummergirl: I'm hardly able to type I'm so shaky Mooro: I want you to cum. Now. Drummergirl: Push me over the edge Mooro: I throw you on the floor and thrust inside you fucking you doggy style Drummergirl: Oh god, yes! Mooro: Harder and faster, I pull you back against my shaft, burying myself into you completely.. Drummergirl: I've cum. That was amazing. Drummergirl: Are you still there? Drummergirl: Mooro? Mooro: Sorry, I had to clean up a bit. Drummergirl: Wahey! Was I good then? Mooro: Very good. Drummergirl: So were you. Mooro: blush Drummergirl: Oh, I forgot: D'you come/cum here often? Mooro: Why? Drummergirl: Maybe we'll bump into each other again Mooro: I'd like to think so Drummergirl: Me too Mooro: Drummergirl? Drummergirl: Hm? Mooro: Thanks. Drummergirl: You're welcome. Good night, Mooro *Well, at least I didn't have to pull out the D-cup and the pompoms!* Mooro: Hm, maybe next time, she'll bring pompoms? Sean wrote that without even being aware of it and pressed enter. You're still on the other end almost logging off when you see another message... Oh my god, no it can't be! Ok., I'll check! Drummergirl: and a D-cup? Shit shit shit! No, it's not, please don't let it be… Mooro: Lara? Drummergirl: Yes, Sean is that you? Please don't let it be him, please don't let it be him! Mooro: blush Drummergirl: OH MY GOD! Mooro: What do you say about forgetting this ever happened? Drummergirl: No problem! Mooro: Er, so, how are you? Drummergirl: Pathetic, you? Mooro: Ok, I guess. Pathetic because you just had cyber sex (I can't believe I just wrote that!) or something else? Drummergirl: You think the sex was pathetic? Mooro: No, I was just wondering… Drummegirl: I still think the sex was amazing. I think this is one game you beat me at! Mooro: Hee hee. You still haven't told me about the pathetic part… Drummergirl: nothing much to say except: your cousin Mooro: still? Drummergirl: Yes - pathetic, I know! Mooro: It's been over a month! But I'm not surprised, after the way he treated you - the letter I mean! Drummergirl: I don't want to talk about it, it makes me too sad. Mooro: What do we talk about? Drummergirl: Want to have cyber sex again? I feel bad now! Mooro: Bad or 'bad'? Drummergirl: ha ha! Drummergirl: No, let's find something else...How's the album coming? Mooro: well. Drummergirl: How's Nicky and the gang? Mooro: well Drummergirl: is there anything else you can say besides 'well'? Morro: well…. Drummergirl: very funny! Mooro: when are you coming to Cardiff honey? Drummergirl: Christmas, I've got some family there as well! Mooro: That's months away! Drummergirl: Well (now you've got me doing it!) - we can keep in touch via e-mail Mooro: Let me guess, some nice cyber sex every once in a while? Drummergirl: Hee hee, no just talk! Mooro: It's because I don't look like Trent, isn't it? Drummergirl: Hee hee Mooro: Well, I'll speak to you soon then? Drummergirl: Yeah, you know where to find me; my e-mail addy is way up there somewhere… Mooro: I'll probably get too carried away reading the sex bit again! Drummergirl: Perv! Mooro: I am not! Drummergirl: Goodnight Sean! Mooro: Goodnight, speak to you soon! PART 10 >>> <<< Nan’s stories |