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Hana had never felt anything like this before. In the past, one of her favorite pastimes had been to spy on people having cybersex. Total strangers giving into their innermost fantasies of debauchery, and she could access it anytime she wanted. She’d smile as middle-aged men pretended to be buxom, bicurious blondes in chatrooms, and as they typed out their lesbian fantasies she would ravage her body with her own hands.

She suspected that Dan Chesterton, the used car salesman of Pensacola, Florida with the ex-wife, three kids, and Netflix account (and who was two weeks late in returning Y tu mamá también), wouldn’t appreciate Hana’s intrusion on his lesbian waterplay fantasy with the president of Yamagato Industries. But she figured that voyeurism was a pretty commonly accepted kink to have, and this wasn’t really any different. If she was able to access a little more information than what was listed in an AIM profile, what was the big deal? It wasn’t the information she was after; it was the passion.

Of course, these had been the masturbation habits of a living girl, a category that Hana no longer fell into. Since her death, she had come to enjoy masturbation more and more.

Now that she no longer had a body to satisfy, Hana felt free to give herself over fully to a less tangible form of stimulation. She was no longer just a voyeur touching herself to other people’s sexual acts. She became part of the act itself.

Her current companions (Ando Masahashi of Tokyo, Japan who had subscriptions to sixteen different pornographic websites, and Niki Sanders who resided in Las Vegas, Nevada and had a serious problem losing at online poker) were truly specimens to marvel. Each giving in completely to their carnal desires, they were thousands of miles apart, but to Hana they may as well have been in the same room. To her, their connection was nearly tangible. She wasn’t just witnessing their lust; she was their lust.

With every request Ando typed out, Hana could feel sexual energy surge through her as Niki acted out his darkest fantasies. Both of them were touching themselves, imaging the other person was really there, but Hana didn’t have to imagine. As Niki played with her clit, imaging it was Ando’s dick thrusting inside of her instead of her dildo, it was as if they were both with Hana in person. She pulsed and throbbed. She was Niki, tenderly grazing Ando’s hard cock with her fingernails, and at the same time she was Ando, massaging Niki’s breasts as he filled her with every plunge of his hips. Their desire was alive in her, and with no body to get in the way; it felt as if both Ando and Niki were making love to her very soul.

Free from restriction, every dream came true in her. Niki was straddling Ando, pushing herself up and down, while at the same time Ando turned Niki onto her back, his tongue lavishly worshiping her between her legs. She watched them, and she was them, and they were her, making love to her. The three of them all together as one entity, expressing pure, unbridled pleasure all in the vastness of cyberspace.

And then it was over. The connection was severed, the pleasure ended, and Hana was left all alone. She wasn’t sad. Instead, a cool calm came over her, a sense of contentment. Her two tangible lovers had both gotten their release, and now Hana had hers.

She also knew that just because they were through for now didn’t mean that the connection was lost forever. Ando and Niki may have been done for the evening, but videos and chat logs don’t just disappear. Nothing online is ever gone for good; it’s merely waiting for someone to access it.

Hana Gitelman had always thought that the Internet was a lot like Heaven, and she was beginning to suspect that she had been right.