For a while there, I was addicted to cybersex. And I mean properly addicted, to the detriment of other things in my life. It even made me do some daft, albeit incredibly exciting things.

It was a fairly one-sided affair though. I would spend hours composing vivid prose that aroused me as I wrote it, only to get the reply "mmm".

Things have moved on since, what with webcams, Skype and real user chatrooms that have video and audio.

Don't get me wrong, I used all those too. But having fun on camera was a different thrill, and never as intense or sustained.

I got so horny writing these chats I even met three people who were in the same city as me. We made no pretense of a "getting to know you" date, or a safe meeting place somewhere public. We met at my house - for sex.

Good sex for the most part too, if a little empty and not as imaginatively arousing as the cybersex.

Luckily, I've managed to rein it in to something more constructive and less destructive now. I love writing erotica even more than I loved cybering.