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I had logged on to his BBS out of curiosity and boredom on one of
my darkest nights. Sleeping pills and wine had become an escape,
but now I was determined to fight the demons of the dark alone,
without crutches. After all, I was strong, everyone had applauded
my mental strength and will power. I was admired for my clear
thinking and wisdom in the community and my profession. Little did
they know of the demons I faced each night. Out of the darkness
crawled all of the creatures that haunted my mind, the ugly truths
of my failings, the weakness and cowardice so carefully hidden, the
aching loneliness of my self imposed isolation. By day I became a
chameleon, taking on the personality of those in my immediate area,
by night, I hid in the realm of my nightmare filled world. To
stave off my thoughts, and boredom, my computer became an outlet,
a connection to others who walked in cyberspace and echoed a warm
welcome and offered a diversion with conversation and
entertainment.

The next night, as I was girding myself for the hours to come, the
telephone rang. I heard an unfamiliar male voice asking for me,
and when I asked who was calling, I was taken aback by the
unfamiliar name. Then suddenly it dawned on me that it was the
sysop whose board I had called the night before. Evidently he was
voice verifying me for adult access. His tone was light and
cheerful and his demeanor was friendly. My mood started to lift
just from the sound of his voice. Before I knew it, our
conversation was taking on a more personal note and we began to
talk as if we had known each other for years. He told me of his
wife, who had died in a tragic car accident two years before, then
offset the sadness of the event with tales of his three son's
escapades and witticism's. I, in turn, told him a little about my
two failed marriages and tried to mix in some of the lighter times
of my life.

Suddenly he asked, "Are you naked?" My breath hung in my lungs
and my brain seemed to come to a standstill. Finally, I was able
to croak out "no." "I'm in my nightgown." My mind started to
scramble with questions. I wondered why he was asking this,
and I could tell he was younger than me.

"Do you have anything on underneath that nightgown?" he asked.
Without thinking, I answered "no". I berated myself, for answering
directly and without hesitance. It's a habit I have when asked
direct questions, and I have wished on many occasions I had waited
to think out my reply.

He then tells me he has been celibate since he has been widowed and
he has started to think about going out and having fun. I've
already told him that I'm divorced, so he asks, "How long has it
been for you?" Again, I respond without thinking, "four years."
He now seems astonished.

"What are your sexual fantasies?" he asks. "I fantasize about
making love outdoors or in different locations," I hesitantly
reply. "What do you enjoy?" "I like oral sex and being on top,"
I admit shyly. My mind began to conjure up the erotic images that
start to flash behind my closed eyelids. "I love the taste and
smell of a woman when I am pleasing her." "I'm very talented with
my tongue and hands and all of the parts of my body," he says in a
suggestive voice.

Again, my breath catches. I don't know how to respond. It's been
to long since I played these kind of games, and always present in
the back of my mind, I think, "He sounds young." I like him and I
want to continue talking, but I feel as if I'm walking on quick
sand. Unsure of what to do, I turned the conversation to safer
topics and, before I knew it, time had flown and the conversation
was coming to an end.

As I relaxed in bed, I realized that my demons have been held at
bay for another night. A smile reached my lips and a warmth
settled around my heart. Slowly, the curtains of slumber began the
close upon my mind, when through the shadows a figure emerged. The
form was indistinct and hazy, but I knew it was the mysterious
stranger on the telephone. A hand slowly reached out to caress my
cheek, and I felt the aura of sadness surrounding him. I reached
out to touch him, wanting to offer warmth and solace, only to
encounter a pane of glass. My mind whispered, "it is forbidden,"
"forbidden," "forbidden"........

The next day, I awoke to start my routine and duties.
Mechanically, I took on the familiar tasks, but my mind ever
wandered to the night before. Finally, when I had accomplished the
bare necessities of the work to be done, I sat down at my computer
to answer the messages that were downloaded the day before. It had
always been an interesting and entertaining diversion for me and I
looked forward to it. The new people and interesting personalities
of cyperspace were always welcome additions to my circle of
friends. This day, however, the bon mots, witticisms, innuendoes,
and light conversation could not be dredged up, the ghost of a
conversation continued to whisper in my mind. Words of a stranger
kept reverberating in my heart. Thoughts lingered to prod my
ethics and my senses. "He sounds young." "He doesn't realize how
old I am." "He doesn't know what I look like." "Don't be a fool,
don't make more out of it than what it is." "Don't set yourself up
to be hurt." "It's impossible." "Stop thinking,".... "stop"...
....."stop"........"stop".......

As the evening shades darken to black, and a quiet settles over the
neighborhood, I sit, my mind dwells on those homes around me. I
see them filled with families settling in for the night. Children,
exhausted from their adventures of the day, settle into their beds
to dream of the not yet discovered adventures of tomorrow. A wife,
reclining at her husband's side, stroking the work weary hand, and
comforting his aching body. A husband, sighing with the soft touch
of the woman at his side, wrapping her in the arms of his love and
contentment. Warmth and security envelopes the night. I sit, I
sigh, I look at the clock, waiting..... waiting for the demons to
filter in my mind, waiting for the phone to ring, not daring to
hope, yet hoping that it won't ring. "What if he call's?" "What
will I say if he does?" "I must tell him about the age difference."
"It must not happen again....."I must not be tempted"..."tempted".
"tempted"....

Suddenly the shrill ring of the phones jerks me out of my reverie.
Anticipation clogs my throat and my heart quickens its pace as I
hesitantly reach for the phone. "Hello," a cheerful "hi" responds.
"Are you surprised I called?" he asks. "Yes, I didn't think you
would call again." He seems surprised, which in turn surprises me.
Again our conversation starts up and my spirits rise. In the back
of my mind, I keep reminding myself that I must reveal my age to
end this impossible situation. Finally I ask him how old he is and
tell him he sounds young. He responds with his age and I manage to
ask him if he realizes just how old I am. Surprisingly, he tells
me he knows exactly how old I am since he looked it up on his new
user log.

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I'm stunned, why would he want to continue to talk to
me? I know he is lonely also, needs feminine companionship, and
naturally his long abstinence from sex is driving him to satisfy
his needs, but, why me? Gently, I prod for an answer to my
question. He explains he likes mature women and relates better
with them, he also is not looking for a commitment and wants to
have fun before he settles down again. I can understand but my
mind rejects me being a part of that. I'm old enough to be his
mother, I have children near his age. He senses my reticence, but
he can't understand fully why I feel the way I do. We let the
matter drift past and go on to other topics, then suddenly he makes
another sexual statement. I laugh and tease in return, which
encourages him to be more graphic. He draws images for my
imagination to feast upon. He mentally caresses my body, nibbling
on my nipples, allowing me to visualize his body in return, sensing
the texture and taste of him. I realize my nipples are hard and my
legs are clenched together, heightening the sensation and wetness
in my groin. His words of lust weave a spell that has my body
aching, reaching out for that which I have long ago adjusted to
doing without. Again the hours seem like minutes and time once
again forces an end to the conversation.

As I get ready for bed, I decide to sleep naked. I haven't done so
since I was married, but tonight I feel the constriction of
garments would drive me mad. I slip between the cool sheets,
letting them caress the sensitive tips of my hardened breast, I
stretch out my legs, as if beckoning a lover, my hands run over my
stomach and breast in a silent appeal for another's hands. "Stop
it," I chide my self, as I turn and bury my face in the pillow.
"Stop torturing yourself, stop wanting what you can never have." I
moan. Again his words filter through my mind until, in anguish, I
cry myself to sleep.

Softly, and lightly, fingers tracing my cheek pull at my
unconscious mind. I struggle to lift the veil of sleep from my
mind. "Relax," I hear whispered in my ear. "Let me lead you."
Again I relax, I know it must be a dream. Such a peaceful dream,
such an alluring dream. I give in to it, waiting for the dream
that will nurture me, a dream that will not rake me with talons of
the nightmare realm. "Come with me," he whispers, as he takes my
hand to lift me into his arms. I feel his warmth, I sense his
kindness, I give myself over to his care. As I open my eyes, I
find we are in a high mountain meadow, filled with beautiful wild
flowers. The air is pristine, and the sun is warm, it is a day of
creation, all things are new and clean. As I look into his eyes I
see laughter, and joy swells up in my heart. I realize we are both
naked, but there is no shame or self consciousness, only a feeling
of a blending of nature as it should be. Laughter bubbles up from
my deepest recesses as I launch myself into his waiting arms. His
laughter joins mine as he twirls me around, making the landscape a
multicolored kaleidoscope. As the dizziness subsides, I look into
his eyes, and as his lips touch mine, the world comes to a
standstill. Time ceases to exist, the world fades away, the only
reality is his body pressing mine, his lips caressing mine, his
tongue searching my mouth, our breaths mingling within our lungs.
My hands roam aimlessly over his uncharted body, my sense of touch
recording each texture and shape of his physique. I nuzzle his
neck, breathing in his essence, my tongue savors the flavor of his
skin. I feel his hand caressing my breast while his thumb brushes
my nipple. My nipples harden to the point of pleasure, bordering
on pain. His other hand cups my butt, pulling me closer into the
hardening evidence of his desire. I feel the dampness begin to
flow in my groin as his shaft caresses my stomach. It draws my
hand like a magnet, the velvety skin, the ridge encircling the
head, the head itself with a dew drop of passion riding the crest.
I cup his heavily laden balls in my palm, ever stroking, ever
needing his masculinity. I slowly slide my body down his until my
face is on a level with my desire. Still cupping his sac, my
tongue traces the underside of his shaft, up and down I go,
stroking with my tongue, lips, and lightly grazing with my teeth.
Finally, I allow my lips the encompass the head as my tongue laps
at the pearl drops forming there. I feel his body tense and a
slight moan escapes from him as I apply suction and take him
further into my mouth. His pleasure magnifies mine as my head bobs
up and down taking more and more of him into my warm moist mouth.
My fingers encircle the base of his shaft giving added aid to my
mouth while my other hand still caress and cup his balls. I feel
them begin to tighten in preparation of his impending orgasm, when
suddenly he grabs my hair and pulls my head back and shoots his
load over my breasts. I feel it sliding down to my stomach and
dripping off of a nipple as I start to rub it and smooth it over my
skin. I smile into his eyes again, savoring his pleasure.

Once again his lips take possession of mine as his hands slowly
bring my body to a peak of awareness again. His lips trace my
collar bone from one side to the other. His tongue leaves a moist
path across my skin. Slowly his head descends as I feel his hands
cup my breast, kneading and lifting, his thumbs once again brushing
my nipples. Static electricity radiates through out my body as I
feel his lips encompass the hard point of my right breast. I feel
his tongue flicking the crest, his teeth teasing and nipping. My
breath catches in my throat as he begins to suckle. With each tug,
I feel a responding contraction in my womb and cervix. My vagina
twitches and weeps with the fluids of my increasing desire. As he
moves to my left nipple, I can no longer contain a moan of sheer
pleasure. I feel the vibration of his laughter upon my breast as
my ardor increases. His mouth blazes a trail down my abdomen to
the curls at the apex of my thighs. I feel him nuzzling my thatch
with his face and nose as he draws my legs up over his shoulders,
opening me, exposing me completely for his pleasure. Once again he
lowers his head to give me a kiss of sheer bliss upon my mons, as
his fingers trace my inner thighs. I close my eyes as his tongue
traces my most intimate regions, then he focuses upon my swollen
clit, suckling, fluttering his tongue against that so sensitive
nubbin. My body and hips begin to undulate attempting to draw him
ever closer and deeper. I feel his tongue begin to penetrate me,
lapping with increasing depth on each stroke. My muscles start to
contract as an orgasm starts to build within my abdomen. I need to
be totally filled by him. I must have all of him. I can't hold
off much longer. Suddenly, he covers my body with his, wrapping
his arms about me and rolling until I am lying on top of him. My
knees embrace his hips and I straighten my arms to raise to a
sitting position. Then I rise up to center and lower myself,
taking him deep into my body. My hips set a rhythm of their own as
his rotates in counterpoint. Grinding and thrusting, I want to
absorb him into my body, I am greedy, I want all of him. His hands
once again cup and lift my breast as his fingers grip my nipples
tweaking and pulling. Pleasure fills my mind, ecstasy radiates
throughout my body. I raise my arms and face to the heavens as
lightening crackles through out the sky. Saint Elmos fire dances
on my finger tips and races down my body. As I scream out my
passion, thunder rolls across the heavens in answer, and tears
flood my face. I am complete, I am filled, I have tasted
unleashed joy....joy.... ...joy.....joy......

I awake suddenly as I hear a scream bouncing off my bedroom walls.
Startled, I sit up, my heart is pounding as my breath comes in
short choppy gulps. Goose bumps cover my naked, sweat covered,
flesh as the chill night air creeps around me. Silence fills the
room like cotton batting, making my breath seem even more loud and
raspy. I shake my head and palm my eyes, mentally searching for
something that is missing. The silence and loneliness of the room
engulf me. Sadness weighs my heart once again. Outside my window,
from the shadows of the night, I hear the low echo of some lovers
laughter. I get up and walk to the bathroom to wash my face and
clear the clinging cobb webs from my mind. In the moonlight, cast
upon the mirror, I see two naked lovers, twirling and laughing
among a field of mountain flowers. The aura of happiness and love
surrounds them. Once again, I shake my head and reach to turn on
the light. I look into the mirror to see a face with the lines of
maturity and a life gone by, her hair has a dusting of silver, her
full breast and body are succumbing to years of gravity and work.
Her eyes are filled with a sadness as her heart recognizes her time
has gone. There are no second chances, there will never be the
love and laughter surrounding the lovers in her dream. I can no
longer face this woman, so I turn off the light and go to the
kitchen for a glass of wine.

As I sit by the window, surrounded by the glow of moonlight, I sip
my wine and listen once more for a lovers laughter. Tomorrow, when
he calls, I will be strong and tell him we can only be friends. I
pray he will grant me the small favor of just being a friend. To
have that small part of him, would help me to withstand the total
loss of his existence. But, I'll think about that tomorrow.
Tonight I'll welcome the demons as a diversion for my mind.
Tomorrow, I will fill the void with strangers who welcome me along
my path through cyperspace. Once more I will withstand, once more
I will prevail, once more I will be strong....I will be strong
.....strong......strong......