am watching a woman play with herself over the net right now.  somehow, this is very relaxing.  she was watching television a few minutes ago, then I paged asking if anything was interesting on, she replies by turning over and placing one then both hands under the seam of her with pants, massaging in slow, but tight circles.  and somehow this is very relaxing.  the idea of her being responsive to me, as the rain pours down outside my window, as I unwind from a relentlessly ambivalent day.  "imagine my tongue, my body cruising yours" I page yada yada again.  looks like she fell asleep for a while, then she licks one hand, it disappears, licks the other, as the tele still flickers in the background at a 6 second refresh rate, the room mostly lit by one light, and my day now somehow complete.  the idea of a late night squirm, a release, cominglingofsenses, the rain drops, the rain drops...