When I first went on Omegle.com, I was filled with wonder and curiosity about random people I would come across on the internet. Where would they be from? What would they be like? Maybe I’d meet someone new and maybe someone else interested in web design.
Let’s face it: I was just bored of my brains and curious as hell – which, let me tell you – is an awful combination.
The first person I talked to was “some guy” with terrible grammar. One of my pet peeves. Cringe. I could hardly stand talking to him because of that. My eyes were bleeding out of their sockets. The guy became boring to talk to, so I left and connected with a new person.
(My younger brother used to think the word “connected” was the dirtiest word. He must have been horny as hell, even at 13 or whatever his age was back then… because “to connect” apparently meant to “have sex”.)
After being bored time and time again, I came across someone who claimed to be male and horny. I let him type whatever he wanted, and I felt dirty afterwards. I swear to Cow, every time I watch something sexual, do something a little dirty, read something related to intercourse or am just in any kind of position (excuse the pun, please) like that… I feel really dirty and gross afterwards.
The way the guy did it was vulgar. The words he said – the likes of “tittyfuck” and “anal” made me extremely uncomfortable. But, as my curiosity took over big time, I just sat there reading the words on the screen.
I’m a visual person. It didn’t help at all. The experience was a little scarring, and visualising it tore a vivid memory into my brain.
Jeremy and I haven’t always been comfortable talking about sex. I mean, we’re the same age, we see each other almost every day at university, and we talk online nearly every day. Since we became closer I guess it just became a part of conversation several times. It’s awkward though, let me tell you, because I have Wil, and we’ve done a few “naughty things”.
I’ve discussed sex with my best friend Bethany (I’ll talk about her more in later posts…) but it’s not a regular topic of discussion.
Now I come to a little confession…
Bored out of my brains + curious as hell = awful combination, right?
That, again, got me in a sticky situation. Through instant messaging, I tried to make Jeremy “shut up”. He’s got a habit of teasing me.
“Can I make you shut up?” I asked.
He gave me his permission and using the action features I typed “Audrey grabs Jeremy and kisses him”.
You can guess. It went on. It was intense, and we were writing a little story right then and there. It just… happened. Kisses on the neck, touching one another’s backs… kind of like imagining sex for the first time. Not vulgar and disgusting, but beautiful and sweet. Out of the action-text, he even asked me how I’d like it (he remembers I hate the idea of blowjobs, wow?)… where I wanted to be touched…
I remember Jeremy saying the next day, “We… umm… made e-love…”
A lovely way of putting it. Maybe I’d consider that the day I lost my e-virginity… What came out of this, really, is that I know I can trust someone on a level of friendship to talk on a level like this. I don’t know if that’s a gift or a catalyst for anarchy… but I don’t think it’s the latter.
