_____ by Smokey0282

The 1st thing I notice is her eyes: clear hazel, rimmed with indigo I soon learn how she uses them to affect her emotions, desires; Coy and demure in one instance, hinting sensual heat the next. Windows to the soul they say...

She hugs me to her as if we're old friends, though this is our 1st meeting The crush of her breasts against mine elicits a jolt, followed by the warmth of familiarity Who would have guessed that such feeling could be nurtured across phone lines and PC monitors?

I feel as if we've known one another for years instead of just a few weeks. The connection I felt with her initially through the tapping of keys and the scrolling of my mouse was instant. Why did I never feel this with women I met day to day?

I've been told my affections for the others were mercurial at best...fleeting and never solid. With her, I am not myself. I am that lover/friend/companion that the others always wanted me to be. I finally feel the connection I never knew I was missing.

Who would dream that such warm human emotion could be discovered through technology's cold infrastructure? Modems and monitors...T1 lines and servers...inanimate and hard. But it is these things that brought her to me...in all her hedonistic glory. And all of this from a chat room...

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