He looked into his shorts only to discover he has deposited quite a remarkable nice load of his very best sperm there overnight. Then it hits as he begins to wake up. He becomes quite agitated as he realizes he was that woman in that dream! And his shorts let him know he sure enjoyed himself. Bob is not at all impressed. Several months have gone past while on this latest batch of medicines. Slowly his desires or preferences have begun to wander. But this is the last straw damn it. There in begins a tirade through the house, collecting up any item that is pill shaped. It doesn't matter what the pills actual purpose is either. Tylenol, sinus medication everything.
"Damn bloody pills!!!"
Lucky for Bob's wife her birth control pills weren't around.
It took him 6 months before he was able to reflect that the medicines were seemingly gone from his system. He also distanced himself from the efforts of the psychiatry profession. The closest he wanted to come to including them in his life, was to hurl his very best invectives upon them. Then the moment of Bob's turning point came. It will seem odd to the casual observer, but so what it worked. Bob had long enjoyed chatting away the days on his computer. After several years of not having a great deal to do, it was likely inevitable. He was a great fan of chat software, one in particular was ICQ. He wasn't overly fond of it, but it worked to within his needs. He knew there were many differing ways to chat, but he never really strayed from ICQ. It was what he knew.
So it followed that Bob had a predictable list of contacts that he chatted with all the time. And logically they were generally all female. He had a few that he had known a great long time. Some better than you might normally expect was decent. Now in understanding the situation you have to take a step back. In the last year or so, he had been slowly recovering. The depression had lost its grasp, but he was still adjusting in many ways. Much of his behaviour while not entirely unique was being handled differently. He had, had a long chat with his wife. Finally coming to grips with something that had pestered him all his sexually active life. Bob you see liked to masturbate. Actually that might not be entirely clearly stated. He generally masturbated each day specifically till he was able to ejaculate. Not just fiddling with it. For years he was always hiding it and feeling ashamed by it. Bob had totally bought into society's dogmatic view that it was somehow wrong. But no more. Taking the bull by the horns as it were, he confronted to his wife. He made it plainly clear he did in fact do what he did. So that much done; the secret was if nothing else, sure no secret anymore.
It sure was refreshing, not being forced to spend so much energy on hiding his habit. He was now able to just be himself. And that meant he could and would do it openly if he felt a need. So there he sat most days. In front of his computer; bare assed; and happily chatting. And when one of his close friends was online, he was free to enjoy whatever response his friend caused in him. Most of his contacts in time were aware he sat like that. Not all were inclined to play online like that though. But he did have this one lass he enjoyed flirting with. And boy did she allow him to flirt.
Finally the silliness went to its furthest potential. She agreed to have cyber sex with Bob. Naturally he was amused, but this was something new to him. How is it done he pondered. Luckily Bob was blessed with a wondrous imagination. He had always had a fondness for ideal locales. For his personal favourite, he chose a quiet remote log cabin far into the Pacific Northwest. He decided to weave the perfect visit there with his cyber friend.
Sitting there as he was; nothing on below the waist; he was able to enjoy the perfect chance to please himself. What was perfect was his friend was at that moment getting out of her clothes. She was intending to do exactly the same thing. Bob weaved a passionate tale of a romantic encounter far from the trappings of civilized behaviour. She was spell bound by his musings. Bob was quite enjoying himself as well. The tale progressed for a long span of time. Both enjoyed freely masturbating, while indulging in a text based fantasy world. Finally the obvious conclusion arrived. He sat there wrapping up his imaginative story as he released himself onto a towel at his feet. His friend muttered about how her indulgences had the same satisfying ending. They chatted on after that for a time as if they had not been doing anything out of the ordinary for half an hour.
A couple of weeks after that encounter in cyber space, Bob was feeling unusually brave. He commented on how wonderful it would be, to hear her actually speaking his name while gasping through the throes of full orgasm. And wonder of wonders she actually granted him that wish. What a treat it was too. The .wav file was impossible to ignore. That was really her voice, and well who cared if it was genuine or not.
"Imagine a woman making those sounds, and saying those things". He mused to himself.
His name was all over the recording as well.
"Man what an ego rush."
Something very tangible snapped inside Bob's head that day. The dark gloomy thoughts faded as Bob felt manlier than he had in years. He had categorically pleased that woman enough for her to respond like that. And so began a journey that had no specific known ending. Other than the fact Bob no longer harboured any doubts.
That was then, this is now. A great deal of water has flowed under the bridge. Many things have been said and a good many things have been done. Bob's life is sure not what he expected it to be. But he doesn't seem to be complaining much. And that's when the notion of the Woman's Cub first entered into the picture. Comically enough, Bob cant claim to have thought it up either.
