Cybersex Games
It was real, live two-way sex, with someone
I'm greatly attracted to, streaming into my living room
Watching him play with himself was hugely erotic,
and as things got more heated he used
the remote control to change the settings on the vibrator
Cybersex Games
Sleeping Around
Recently, I've been wondering how my love life could get any more complicated, and I got my answer this week when I found myself lusting after my ex-boyfriend's son.
Let's rewind to the beginning. Several years ago, I had an amazing boyfriend, Michael, who was charming, handsome, articulate, generous, kind, fantastic in bed – and 25 years older than me.
After almost a year of dating, our relationship drew to a natural close, but we've stayed friends and he's been an amazing influence on my life.
So when I had to travel to Los Angeles, he very kindly offered to put me in touch with his 35-year-old son, Alasdair, who is based in Hollywood. Though I'd never met him, he immediately replied to my email and offered to show me the sights.
But within five minutes of laying eyes on Alasdair, the only sight I wanted to show him was the inside of my hotel room. And it wasn't some latent attraction to Michael: Alasdair is taller, with dark hair. Other than the same amazing blue eyes, they really look nothing like each other.
We had immediate chemistry, and over Mexican food and margaritas I realised I was debating the pros and cons of taking him to bed.
My crush wasn't creepy on, say, the Woody Allen scale of things, but something about the attraction still seemed really, really wrong. But as the night progressed, I started asking myself if keeping it in the family was really so bad.
We took a taxi back to his place, and he invited me inside for "coffee", which I'm sure we knew was shorthand for sex. But I went willingly, and didn't pull away when he kissed me in the kitchen.
But almost as soon as his lips touched mine, I pulled away. "What is it?" he said, backing away. "Too weird?" We both laughed, nervously.
"It's just... look, we both know that no matter how we sugar-coat things, I've slept with your dad. I don't want to turn this into a Jeremy Kyle Show episode – can we really handle this?"
I was also paranoid about how Michael would react. Would he think I'm some sort of pervert or cradle snatcher – never mind the fact that his son is several years older than me.
But, as usual in the battle between logic and lust fought at 2am, my libido won hands down. "We can never, ever tell Michael about this," I said, stripping my shirt off.
"I think," he said, "that we have to be honest with dad, at least once we figure out where this is going." I jokingly told him that for now, the only place I saw this relationship heading was into the bedroom.
For one crazy second, an image of Michael popped into my head, like the ghost of Christmas past, but I was determined to focus on the real naked man in front of me, and live in the moment.
Sleeping Around: CyberSex
To my surprise, my long-distance romance with my ex-boyfriend's son Alasdair has become more than some sort of weird Freudian flirtation.
We're actually planning to see each other again in a few weeks' time – but until then, the waiting has been difficult and phone sex isn't really doing the trick.
But one night this week, after an intense session of erotic chat, I decided that we needed to find another solution to bridge the gap between visits.
Meanwhile, I keep reading about how, by the year 2050, we're all going to be having sex with robots.
I'm not convinced by the idea of hooking up with a cyborg just yet, but I am intrigued by the low-tech version of cybersex, very unromantically referred to as "teledildonics".
My flirtation with Alasdair provided the perfect opportunity to try the technology out, and he readily agreed.
After researching our options, I ordered the Sinulator – a device that lets you connect a sex toy to your computer so other people can control it over the internet – and a pink Rabbit Pearl vibrator.
As I'm not the most technologically advanced person, hooking everything up was daunting. The eight-hour time difference proved tricky; I bided my time until my flatmate was out, slipped into something sexy, lowered the blinds and waited for Alasdair's call.
Now all I needed was my trusty laptop, a glass of wine, a few candles and my new toy. We also opted to use a webcam, so I had to look the part; I couldn't really do the whole "I'm stripped down to my black lace corset and thong" bit while in a blue face-mask and tracksuit bottoms.
There is a male version of the vibrator that looks a bit like a sleeve, but Alasdair decided that a virtual vagina was too creepy.
He opted to rely on some hot visuals and let his fingers do the walking. After downloading the application and a bit of messing about with my USB port, we were good to go, and started talking dirty.
It was much better than chat rooms; it was real, live two-way sex, with someone I'm greatly attracted to, streaming into my living room.
Watching him play with himself was hugely erotic, and as things got more heated he used the remote control to change the settings on the vibrator and pushed the Jackhammer button.
The only drawback was that the intensity level may have been a bit much for me – our session was over before we'd really begun.
It wasn't the same as being together, but it was definitely intimate. I can see the advantage for couples in long-distance relationships. Absence may make the heart grow fonder, but it's a strain on the organs further south.
We're planning our next visit. But, in the meantime, I'm happy with our afternoon delights. Working on the computer has never been so much fun.
