CyberSex

In the 1980s it was a kick to see my son in his college computer division, getting dirty jokes from Israel within seconds of their telling, downloading from France erotica displayed as graphics composed strictly of ASCII characters ...

Thanks to my son's hard/soft-ware, expertise, and to college mainframe connections, I had my first online experiences that actually meant something to me. Before that, my computing via modem had been limited to a session on a NYC terminal online with a main frame at Princeton in 1970, perhaps 1971. By the mid-'80s I had a modem for my Commodore 64 but got very little but frustration from it. It wasn't until the early 1990s that I had a Mac cum modem and my own 24/7 DSL connection.

But since seeing the ASCII erotica coming out of the college computer division's printer, I had no experiences of cybersex till 1998 when a fan, after only a couple of emails, phoned to say that she wanted to have my baby. This physics teacher then sent photos to make the offer both vivid and attractive. (But she didn't show up when she said she would be visiting.) (I certainly couldn't (and wouldn't) go to her.) First in her emails she was admiring. Then in her emails she was loving. But when she wanted to be sexy, she phoned. to Florida from Michigan! (Only after a time did I realize she was also drunk.)

But that's not what prompted me to start this snippet today. It wasn't until 2003 that I myself got heavily erotic over the internet. I cite one fond moment:

He (stimulating the woman with everything he's got): Ooooo ... I think your clit just curtseyed!
She: That was no curtsey — that was a salute!