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| The boat is approaching Comacina islet. Luca8 stood out among the others because he was not as sticky as the 7 preceding Luca (what an abuse of this name in the last decades!) or many other nicks or names with whom I had cybersex. And he did not bluff in terms of appeal. Now, having seen him physically, I can state it. Besides he never demanded (asked yes) phone sex, as so many others after they have valued my expertise. I never accept. If they want phone sex, they only have to choose one of the many ads in the newspapers (even many serious ones). I am not a slut, pardon call girl. The more so that I hate cells, perhaps owing of my age. The Internet is different. I would even say I am now a Webacholic. It had all began for fun. In a few weeks I went wild and now I am dependent on it as I am on sleeping pills. How of all places had I to choose Como Lake for my folie � deux? With all these plain daytrippers. I who am so little attracted to all that's physical or tastes as a family photo album. I can imagine how Trizia will laugh hearing of my folie a deux result. I can hardly forget the dreadful shock Luca8 caused to me. How disgusting his behaviour and that lava eruption! I hope to find at once in Como a train to Milan.... |
| From the boat I look back to Bellagio in the late afternoon sun. Sad but serene. How could I trust a guy known via email? What a flop my folie � deux! When I met him I already was an erotic chat expert. I was Hot-Pussy in that chat. The nick has top importance in chat. An immediate success, all men after me. I had chosen him not for his nick - a most common Horny something - but because he knew how to cybersex with a romance touch. He too was typing in Milan. First gentle, more and more imperious after. He had required a fellatio and I had satisfied him, the way I am so clever to do, at least virtually. As a conclusion we exchanged our addresses. Mine, one of the hundred I have. How boring to check them all. In my everyday emails, I only use those whose home pages are not overloaded with frames, GIF, JPG, pop-up and so on. It was me who emailed first. Luca8 emailed me back with red-hot bytes. How funny to hear he had come on his keyboard the first time he cybersexed with me. Many others before did that thanks to my skills. I had at once backemailed to him he had better buy a cumproof keyboard. The boat is now in the lake Como center and the spring wind ruffles my coppery hair... |
| Natalie's Confessions Page 1 |
This page is being updated as of March 28, 2005 |
| W A S T E F I C T I O N This is only a translation of part of the Italian cybernovel and has nothing to do with Natalia Danesi Murray |
| NON FICTION I'll try now to briefly describe the Natalia Danesi Murray I knew in 1979 based on the data I knew then. Without - as far as possible - being influenced by what I learned later on. She showed to be in early sixties. Not very tall, rather plumpish but still quite slender, she was very energetic and walked rapidly. She never spoke about herself with me and was in no way superb. From other sources, I knew she was divorced (or widow) and had a son, whom I never met. She had been born in Rome, Italy, sometimes before I World War. In 1979, she lived alone in a nice Park Avenue apartment, where I went to visit her a few times. I knew she was then literay agent for the Italian publisher Sperling & Kupfer. [it continues] |
| W A S T E F I C T I O N This is only a translation of part of the Italian cybernovel and has nothing to do with Natalia Danesi Murray |
