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They call me Julie by Jim Vaughn
They Call Me Julie
The people in the chat room knew Chuck, as Julie. Chuck said men were always sending him instant messages asking what he looked like. They always asked how big his breasts were. Chuck has an old picture of his niece he sends when someone asks what he looks like. It showed her in a bikini on the beach, when she was 19 years old.
Chuck said he got all kinds of responses, from all kinds of men. The responses ranged from wanting to fly across the United States and meet him, to proposals of marriage, Chuck said it was very entertaining.
The women of this one particular chat room he frequented, were very territorial when it came to the men they considered to be available. Chuck said if they were standing next to each other in an alley, blows would surely be exchanged. Not all of them are like that, Chuck said, but a large percentage are. Besides, Chuck said, flirting with the men that went in there and trying to get a rise from the cackling hens, was fun.
It started, Chuck said, when this guy somewhere in the Nevada dessert had wanted to leave his wife, quit his job, and move to Colorado so he could be nearer me. Well we exchanged pictures, Chuck said. Then instant message's started flooding me, and the next thing I know, he wanted to have cyber sex.
"Well, I've never had this particular form of sex" , said Chuck, so I had to ask how a person had sex in cyberspace and what exactly it entailed. Chuck said the guy replied, "I take my clothes off, you take your clothes off and then we sit here, and describe what we are doing to ourselves and what you would like to do, if I was there with you".
"Well at first I sat there, aghast, not quite knowing what to do" he told me. Reading Redbook had allowed him some insight into how a woman might think, Chuck said but not enough to want to try and figure out what a woman might say.
So Chuck told him he had never done this before, but if he wanted to lead the way he would see if he could follow. The man started by describing his manly physique, (having seen his picture previously, Chuck said, he wondered to himself what the hell he was smoking) he then went on to describe the act, of removing his undergarments.
Now the guy said he was totally nude, and it was Chuck's turn. Chuck looked pitiful as he explained this to me. Chuck said he started by saying it was hot, so he was wearing nothing but a tube top, and some frilly lace panties. The guy asked Chuck to describe them, "I saw my wife's cotton underwear and decided improvisation was going to be necessary here", Chuck explained.
Chuck described them, substituting that instead of being a size 12 they were size 3, and covered in little silk hearts with lace trim. Chuck said the Guy asked if they were soft, Chuck said he thought to himself, dude it's silk for gods sake why wouldn't they be, but he answered yes they are. I have them off, and I'm rubbing them on your thigh, can you feel how smooth they are.
The man replied, "yes I feel the lace as it draws closer to my manhood".