The horrible spawn of lonely 75-year old hairy fat men in order to virtually de-virginise lonely 13-year old nerds over the internet. Describing oneself as a sexy 19-year old pornstar goes a long way.
"Damn man the cyber sex i'm getting lately is great"
"You sure it's not one of those 75 year old guys right?"
by Death By Zobb December 13, 2004
Top Definition
Sex over the internet.
Cyber sex:

Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?

Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I'm toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?

Wellhung: I'm 6'3" and about 250 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart.I'm also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from smells funny.

Sweetheart: I want you.Would you like to screw me?

Wellhung: OK.

Sweetheart: We're in my bedroom.There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.I'm looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.

Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat.

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.

Wellhung: Now I'm unbuttoning your blouse.My hands are trembling.

Sweetheart: I'm moaning softly.

Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.

Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure.The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.

Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse.I'm sorry.

Sweetheart: That's OK, it wasn't really too expensive.

Wellhung: I'll pay for it.

Sweetheart: Don't worry about it.I'm wearing a lacy black bra.My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.

Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I think it's stuck. Do you have any scissors?

Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly.I'm reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.

Wellhung: How did you do that? I'm picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.

Sweetheart: I'm arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.

Wellhung: I'm dropping the bra. Now I'm licking your, you know, breasts. They're neat!

Sweetheart: I'm running my fingers through your hair. Now I'm nibbling your ear.

Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm so sorry. Really.

Sweetheart: I'm wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.

Wellhung: I'm taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.

Sweetheart: OK. I'm pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.

Wellhung: I'm screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!

Sweetheart: I'm pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.

Wellhung: I'm pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you...umm... wait a minute.

Sweetheart: What's the matter?

Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking.

Sweetheart: Are you OK?

Wellhung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red.

Sweetheart: Can I help?

Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?

Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.

Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better.

Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.

Wellhung: I'm washing the cup now.

Sweetheart: I'm on the bed arching for you.

Wellhung: I'm drying the cup. Now I'm putting it back in the cabinet. And now I'm walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it's dark, I'm lost. Where's the bedroom?

Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.

Wellhung: I found it.

Sweetheart: I'm tuggin' off your pants. I'm moaning. I want you so badly.

Wellhung: Me too.

Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately - our naked bodies pressing each other.

Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.

Sweetheart: Why don't you take off your glasses?

Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.

Sweetheart: I'm bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!

Wellhung: I have to pee. I'm fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.

Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.

Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it's dark. I'm feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.

Sweetheart: I'm waiting eagerly for your return.

Wellhung: I'm done going. I'm feeling around for the flush handle, but I can't find it. Uh-oh!

Sweetheart: What's the matter now?

Wellhung: I've realized that I've peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I'm walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.

Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.

Wellhung: OK, now I'm going to put know know...woman's thing.

Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!

Wellhung: I'm touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I'm having a little trouble here.

Sweetheart: I'm moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can't stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!

Wellhung: I'm flaccid.

Sweetheart: What?

Wellhung: I'm limp. I can't sustain an erection.

Sweetheart: I'm standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.

Wellhung: I'm shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I'm going to get my glasses and see what's wrong.

Sweetheart: No, never mind. I'm getting dressed. I'm putting on my underwear. Now I'm putting on my wet nasty blouse.

Wellhung: No wait! Now I'm squinting, trying to find the night table. I'm feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray,picture frames and your candles.

Sweetheart: I'm buttoning my blouse. Now I'm putting on my shoes.

Wellhung: I've found my glasses. I'm putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I'm pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.

Sweetheart: Go to hell. I'm logging off, you loser!

Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!

Sweetheart: (logged off)
by SadisticMonkey February 16, 2007
The exchange of typed groaning sounds by two underaged boys in the wee hours of the morning. One or both of these persons will believe the other is a woman. This is generally an experience that will end with one or both children crying and/or with socks stuck to sensitive areas of their bodies.
Uhhhhh... uhhhh... YES!!
Um... Hey girl, what's your name again?
And why the hell is your SN "fatbill4769"?!
by RadioRunner July 12, 2003
A simulation of sex performed in a chat room, via roleplaying, between a male and a male pretending to be a female.
Bob logged on as "HotKatie69" and proceeded to have cybersex with "DaRealestManEver".
by Evil Zak October 10, 2003
Interchange of text in which an unsuspecting newbie describes imaginary actions of a sexual intercourse to another user of the Internet, who claims to be a young, good-looking woman, yet always is a fat and hairy old man who smells.
by Targen December 02, 2002
1. The act that men without boyfriends/girlfriends do. Any self-respecting woman would never bring herself into doing cyber sex.

2. Like phone sex, but you type instead of talk. It's real pathetic, but hilarious at the same time. The "woman" is usually a man. 95% of the time, the "woman" will reveal herself to be a man at the end of cyber sex, which in turn REALLY pisses the other guy off, resulting in death threats and vows to kill the guy's family.
by 1001 October 13, 2003
Cybersex is when 2 people get online usually in a chat room and pretend to fuck one another
Chelz: I wanna feel your rock hard dick in my wet pussy
big-johnson: I want to fuck u so hard, ur pussy will split open
Chelz: I wanna feel u inside me u horny bastard
big-johnson- i wanna fuck you all night long..FUCKING FUCK UR FUCKING LIL PUSSY
Chelz: my pussy is all wet..fuck me harder!!
big-johnson: iam gonna give no mercy to u lil hoe..just gonna fuck u soooo hard, tie ya up and fucking rock the bed u hoe
by -loved- June 18, 2005
Virtual sex in an internet wordchatroom, MUD, MUSH or other live multigamer environment ("cyberspace").
The Internet version of telephone sex.
Prose with erotic or pornographic content, exchanged in real-time over the internet, with both protagonists interacting either as themselves under the guise of nicknames, or (in a form of adult erotic fantasy roleplaying) in the role of fictional or imaginary personas of user-defined appearance, age, gender, ethnic or racial background (human, non-human, i.e. Greek Gods, Satyrs etc, or alien).

See also the verb: to wordcyber (to have cybersex)
If you see two people leaving the community chatroom for a locked private room, you bet they're planning on a session of cybersex.
The company bans all users who are found having cybersex on their internet servers.
by Khalas August 29, 2003
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