As a venue for sex or sex-related conversation, Twitter has the floor!

I am always impressed by the level of sex and sexual openness that fills my feed daily. I make my selections of who or what activities to engage in depending on my mood. I am pretty confident that if I need to hear a man tell me how he will lick my pussy till I gush in his mouth, I can spark up a conversation in about 5 minutes.

It begins as a dance, visible to all. Sometimes it is a group event…a term that I have come to know (and love) as a Tworgy. Inevitably, these tworgies get smaller till two individuals disappear into safety of the Direct Message to exude the horny perv that will hopefully end in someone cumming.

I love the DM as a venue for online sex chats…you get on, get in and get off. You choose if it is something you wish to continue for future explorations or if it was a one-time pussy playground for me to enjoy.

But what about taking it to the ‘next level’?

Well, we are all beyond second base in this venue. The next level is the IM….oooooh the gmail/yahoo/AIM/Skype/Hotmail pervations that I too enjoy. Here you have the luxury of full exploration, instant gratification, immediate acknowledgement! It is where I can tell you that you can feel my hands on your cock, hands stroking your shaft, fingers tickling your asshole and cupping your balls, and my personal favorite, the IMMEDIATE messages of ‘Fuck! I am cumming!’

Sigh….job well done.

Past the courtship of IMs, we become open to the possibility of the webcam…where we really separate the boys from the men, the girls from the women. You get to SEE what you say you want to lick, touch, bite, rub, stroke, fuck, pound, grab, pull, tease, taste. The temptations are great but as are the fears. What if my butt looks too big? What if my cock is too small? What if they see that extra roll? Or three????? Sigh.

I have a cam…yep! I have used it on numerous occasions but many can support that I have HUGE insecurities and RARELY show anything but my face. I feel like a fraud! I am a great sex chatter/writer but it is like I lure people in with the false sense of horniness only to get on camera to ask about their life, what they look like or wave at them like a FOOL!

Horrible tease, I know.

What can I say…I am a Hand’s-On girl. I can talk about touching your cock, but I would rather touch your cock. I can talk about how I would run my tongue down from your cherry tip, circling the shaft, pulling in your balls till I land on the puckered treasure they are hiding behind them but I would rather do it.

And I find, for me…that perhaps this would be different if I was on webcam with another woman. To date, this has yet to happen. I am not sure if women talk the ‘big BI game’ with other women only trying to turn guys on or if they are actually looking to meet other women but I find that frustrating as hell! Sigh…but that is a different blog.

This marriage of sex chats and webcams culminates to the ultimate reward…the face-to-face. Oh, the anticipation! Oh, the possibilities! But then the thoughts of potential bad breath, body odour, weird whistling sounds while they breathe….! This could throw the potential for intense hours of animal-esque fucking out the window! (These are deal breakers for me! Lol…that and bad teeth!)

Left to their own devices, people can fall in and out of love/lust/like in a matter of two weeks! As mentioned in the beginning, there is a stream of sex that I read but there is also a stream of apologies of Twitter couples for offending comments or Twitter affairs.

But I still play the game…Tworgies RAWK!