The pull of the BBS world was increasing. Soon I was seeking out real live partners in chat rooms to live out S&M-oriented fantasies.
Rule #1: learn the commands before seeking a sex partner. Sending private messages to candidates in a crowded chat room seemed like a good idea...
After an hour of unsuccessful messages, I decided to try it one one last time....
Then I had a horrible thought, and had to test the theory. I typed this into the chat room:
I didn't have a direct connection to the Internet, but local BBSes downloaded traffic from the Internet sex newsgroups. And with the impulse to read sex stories came the impulse to write them. I wistfully penned a story about saying goodbye in an airport cocktail lounge.
(It was just like my goodbye to the woman from Kansas City -- except it ended in turbulent sex, and involved a cock harness...)
I continued writing the dirty stories, modelling the plots after feverish geek fantasies. (One was called simply "Catfight!") But meanwhile, I was learning the QBasic language that came with DOS, and soon I was creating my masterwork: a sex text adventure.
But they weren't dirty enough; not kinky enough. (Although a game called "Bad Bad" involved escorting an underaged girlfriend out of her father's house...) For me, do-it-yourself multimedia pornography was the last frontier. I began writing code...
Ironically, years later I had a girlfriend who was extremely kinky. Through bizarre role-playing sex games, I got to live out my witch fantasies. Once I tried to tell her about the stories I had written.
"It was called 'Catfight!'..." I began.
"Shut up," she said.
Unfortunately, it became too large to compile. A lesson in geek hubris was learned. I'd tried to write the greatest sex text adventure ever -- but it could only be viewed from my hard drive.
As a consolation to the reader, I offer the program I wrote about MTV VJ Kennedy.
God,I miss her.......