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Interactive Erotic Storytelling

I would like to thank Bad_Hobbit for his help with editing this essay.

Cyber-sex strikes me as something of a misnomer. Sex - or at least the way I understand it, as an activity as opposed to a definition of gender - is the meeting of genitals with genitals, or genitals with other bodily parts for the purpose of procreation or mutual erotic pleasure of two, or more participants. Sex for one is masturbation. Cyber-sex, and by the same token, phone-sex and cam-sex, must therefore by definition not be real sex but long distance mutual masturbation.

I first encountered cyber-sex several years ago, soon after I discovered 'adult' chat rooms. My first taste of this 'pleasure' came as quite a shock. I was bombarded with private messages from a female user; 'Pussy' I recall was the nickname. (At least I assume 'she' was female, I soon learnt that one can never be quite sure of the gender or intentions of the denizens of adult internet chat rooms unless you have met them in person!) These messages were explicit descriptions of her body, her state of arousal and what she wanted me to do to her. At that time I was still something of a chat virgin. Aroused, yes, but still thrown into a state of shock. Even at the age of 46 I simply had not realised that that sort of thing went on. Naive? Possibly. An innocent? No, simply inexperienced in the world of internet chat. That first encounter turned me off the idea of virtual sex more than it turned me on. Despite this, I kept going back to the chat rooms. I couldn't help myself; I had become a chat addict.

Over time, though, I succumbed to the temptation of this form of long-distance sexual relations. It started pretty innocently when I offered words of comfort to a female user in distress. Just chatting in private, we were both feeling lonely, unloved and seeking comfort. Over several sessions, a week or two perhaps, our conversations became more intimate; chatting became transformed to what might be described as 'soft cyber' - the internet chat equivalent of petting or making out. My imagination was fired up. I described how I would like to kiss her, how my fingers would explore and caress her body. She would respond by telling me how she would like to feel my lips on hers, how my words were making her aroused. How her nipples were hardening and how she became moist and tingling between her legs.

Over yet more sessions our relationship moved on, as with a real-world affair. We progressed from making out, through mutual masturbation to full sex. The conversations became more directly descriptive rather than expressions of desire. We moved away from the real, physical world into the world of the imagination as we simulated through words the actions of seduction and copulation. And this is where the great paradox strikes. I, a man at that time in my late forties, was in love - possibly - but definitely in lust with a much younger woman, a student, whom I had never met and never would meet. We didn't exchange photographs; we didn't speak on the phone. Our only knowledge of each other was through text messages on a computer screen, our sole communication via the instant private message service of that particular chat site. Yet by the power of imagination our sex seemed real, firing our separate self-pleasuring whilst describing the actions and feelings of our 'coupling' by means of computer keyboards. Each in our own private rooms joined only by miles of copper wire, fibre-optics and internet gateways. Sex? No, not by any normal definition, but for me, at that time it certainly felt like the real thing.

'Fallen Angel' as she styled herself was my first 'cyber lover', but by no means my last. I had many others over the following years. But still, even though almost ten years has now passed, I remember her fondly and the heat and intensity generated by a simple exchange of erotic internet text messages. I was in a difficult place in my life and she, and those who followed her, brought me a form of escape from my real-world troubles.

I became quite skilled at the art, if that is the appropriate word, of cyber-sex. At least I received many compliments from my various cyber lovers - I don't intend now to track them down and ask for testimonials so you will just have to take my word for it, bigheaded of me though it may seem.

For me cyber-sex developed into something more cerebral and less physical. Oddly, the more I concentrated on giving pleasure to my partner, the greater the vicarious pleasure I would derive from a session. The more I focused on the images I wanted to transmit through my words the less often I would become demonstrably physically aroused. I desisted from my own self-manipulation. My brain might have been in sexual overload but my penis remained flaccid in my underwear. As I gave full reign to my imagination, my bodily reactions became at one remove from the images that I conjured in my mind. My physical self was subjugated, as I gave myself totally to the pursuit of the ultimate mind-fuck. The greatest accolade that I sought was the knowledge that my partner had masturbated and achieved a powerful and pleasurable orgasm from the intensity of my word pictures. My own release I would save for later, alone, disconnected, and offline.

Yet occasionally with the right partner, the right scene, the right interactions, I would achieve a sort of hands-free orgasm of my own. Without reaching a state of erection my penis would leak copious amounts of seminal fluid. ('Pre-cum.') I would feel a tightening and throbbing in the groin that I associated with full ejaculation and a post orgasmic sensitivity which made my private parts almost painful to touch for several minutes after the event.

I have seen, described elsewhere, what the writer called a 'prostate orgasm'. This he gained not by direct stimulation of his penis but by the rhythmic clenching and release of his pelvic floor muscles. This effect for him was heightened by the use of a specially shaped passive device he inserted in his rectum. After reading that description and relating it to my own experiences, I wonder if that is what I managed unconsciously during particularly hot cyber-sex sessions and without the aid of mechanical intrusions?

I think at this point (just to avoid misunderstanding) I should clearly state that all my cyber-sex encounters have been with adults. I know that a few sick individuals have given older male chat room users a very bad reputation. However, whereas I will happily, even proudly, admit that I am a Dirty Old Man, I am not that sort of Dirty Old Man.

So as I said, what is known as 'cyber-sex' is not sex of the body but sex of the mind. I have observed and experienced cyber-sex both good and bad. At worst it is boring, unrealistic and a waste of wear and tear on the keyboard. At best, however, the participants work together, reading each other's statements, as real-world lovers would read each other's bodies and actions. Replying with realistic but imaginative descriptive statements of their own, they build and weave a story of progressively heightened arousal through to eventual separate but mutual sexual gratification. Even though this higher, more intellectual form that I shall now call Interactive Erotic Storytelling is still little more than masturbation by remote control, it does have its own form of satisfaction for the participants.

I have heard that there may exist a new generation of sex toys. Computer controlled 'plug and play' prosthetic penises and vaginas that can be remotely controlled via the internet. I even heard rumour that someone was developing a full body cyber-sex suit. Covered in sensors and servo driven stimulators, two such suits could be remotely connected and transmit the simulated feelings of caresses from one to the other; a lot more interesting than mere textual or vocal descriptions I should think. A bit of sci-fi wishful thinking on the part of a few sexually frustrated computer geeks? Maybe, but technology moves so fast these days who knows what new 'must have' gadgets are about to hit the marketplace.

Despite my apparent condemnation of virtual sex, this bizarre form of sexual congress can be fun, pleasurable, even oddly satisfying. Every day thousands of people, both male and female, are logging into internet chat rooms with the sole purpose of trying to type with one hand whilst pleasuring themselves with the other. Strange but true; before chat rooms, virtual sex did not exist. Lovers may have exchanged sexually charged letters; even in stuffy Victorian England, secret codes were devised so that erotic exchanges could be made under cover of seemingly mundane communications. But these letters would take days, even weeks to reach their destinations and be replied to. Only the rise of the internet allowed these exchanges to become almost instantaneous, thus allowing lovers to play out their text-based virtual fantasies in real time.

Phone sex is another variation that I brushed past in my introduction. When I was a teenager we had one telephone in the house and that was not placed in a position that encouraged intimate conversations. With the fear that my ever-present mother might be listening in, telephonic privacy did not really exist in my home. Erotically charged conversations were a complete no-no. About as hot as phone calls to my girlfriends got were variations on the theme of:

"Darling I love you so much ... I can't wait to see you again"

Of course these protestations would be punctuated my many kissy, smoochy, slurpy noises as we tried to push our tongues down the telephone line and into the ear of the other. The raging hormones of the 1960's teenager encountered more frustration than stimulation. Well at least they did where I lived.

How phone sex, as it is recognised in the 21st century began, I can only speculate. I suspect that the growth of mobile-telephony and the development of the networking technologies that allowed the emergence of the World Wide Web and its impact on fixed-line telephony both played their parts. Which came first? Private, as between lovers, phone sex or the porn industry's premium rate sex lines? The premium rate lines certainly could not exist without the technology to support them. And mobile telephony meant that phones became more personal, not a single line shared by the whole household. Private calls could now be truly private.

Of course I can only judge this from my own British perspective. The British Post Office was a state-owned lumbering leviathan that accepted change only very slowly. Even after privatisation, it took many years for the old civil service mind-set to be cast away and new technologies to be accepted with enthusiasm. Naturally, in other countries, development happened at different paces. This, of course, would have an effect on how soon or how late the phenomenon of phone sex might have started in one location or another.

So this particular sexual revolution can only exist because the technology is in place to allow it to happen. We are watching human evolution happening before our eyes. Now we can even enjoy a kind of instant sexual gratification with someone half a world away.

I have only had one excursion into phone sex, and that as a finale to a text session. In text I felt comfortable, insulated within the world of my imagination. It got hot, but despite my best efforts, not quite enough for her. It was she who wanted to move from text to voice, I felt uncomfortable as the move was mid-session and approaching the climax. The sudden intrusion of reality, speaking to a real living person rather than responding to an embodiment of my imagination represented by text threw me somewhat. I am not so shy that I cannot speak to women, but perhaps if the whole session had been conducted by phone or voice-over-internet I would have warmed to what was, for me, a new medium of sexual encounters. However, on that particular night it left me with a strange feeling, I felt exposed and vulnerable. Getting that intimate with a strange woman on the phone (This was the first and only time we 'met.') was just a little bit too weird for me.

Cam sex: I think we shall pass over this as quickly as possible. The sector, to me at least, seems to be dominated by pay-to-view porn sites and men who get off by broadcasting their masturbation. I don't have a porn star's physique so I think I shall not be showing off my wares for all the World Wide Web to see.

So where have my adventures in internet sex led me?

Over time, quite naturally, text based real-time sexual encounters, as many others have found, ceased to excite me. My regular Interactive Erotic Storytelling partners had either also lost interest or disappeared from the net, and trying to find new partners became a chore rather than a pleasure. My life had moved on in other ways as well, things that had caused me to seek comfort in the virtual arms of strangers had mostly been resolved or overcome. Yet, after a while I found that I needed a new outlet for my still fertile and dirty imagination. I started to write erotic stories, inventing characters and putting them into situations where they might have the kind of sexual adventures that I would enjoy if only Lady Luck would smile on me once in a while. This new genre put me under less pressure; there was no one at the other end of a live connection wanting to get off as quickly as my words could drive them.

So we arrive at today.

So far, excluding this essay, twelve of my stories are published here on Literotica, and two of them bear the coveted red 'H'. Not great works of literature by any means. - There are other authors here whose skill I can only aspire to - but I hope my stories bring pleasure to a few even if only as masturbatory fantasies.

So, you see, cyber-sex has many forms. Some interactive and offering almost instant gratification others take a little bit longer.

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Postscript:

The night, or rather the very early hours of the morning, before I wrote the first draft of this essay served as the source of my inspiration when I plunged once more into the murky waters of cyber-sex. I was drawn by my perverted nature to the foetid fleshpots of the seamier side of the World Wide Web, happened upon a willing partner, whom I seduced and pleasured with my virtual tongue. I sought in that session only for her pleasure repressing my lust to serve hers. - I'm a giving sort of person. - My reward came when I asked if my virtual ministrations had given her some real-world satisfaction.

Her reply was. "Better than words can describe."

I rejoiced! Perhaps she was just being kind, stroking my fragile male ego, or maybe, even, she was telling the truth. But either way it gave me a little buzz of self-satisfaction. I can still do it! The flesh may be weakened by age, booze, cigarettes and the lack of sleep, but the spirit and imagination are as willing and able as ever.
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