Many years ago I worked as a junior programmer in a big company. Part of my job was the very boring backup of old computers to tape, yes, that long ago, the 1980s. Each tape would take about half an hour, during which time I could do nothing as the whole system was offline. Backup had to be done on a Sunday as that was the only day nobody else would be working.

We had a modem, very slow, only 1200baud. It was there for remote access.  Somehow this modem was able to connect to a screen in my office and I could dial out. This was before 'the Internet' so there was no web browsing, just some amateur bulletin board systems I had found through a magazine article.

 I found some adult type systems. Nothing as graphic as here in Imagefap back then, we had black and white screens ! The attraction was message boards and being able to leave quite naughty messages for other people. I quickly realised that this was not a timid womans world. I had been married and was now separated and had been exposed to some very course language and fantasies.

 My online persona was that of a nymphomaniac who was always wanting sex, any way and with anyone :-) Whatever was thrown at me I would happily gobble up suggestions and describe how they would make me feel. I had hours and hours of fun and always went back to my flat very horny. 

 My boss could not understand why I was so happy to spend my Sunday's alone in the office doing what he considered to be a boring job. I told him that I was glad of the peace after a Saturday night out, which was quite true. sometimes I would get there with a blinding headache and still be half drunk. I had keys and the alarm code. The door was locked behind me. I was trusted not to let anyone in and knew I had 5-6 hours to kill. At double pay :-) 

It did not take long to be active on three or four message boards, each under a different name. I am sure I had the same guys talking to me, not realising that I was the same person they acted out their fantasies with somewhere else. 

Because there was always the possibility of one of the factory managers calling in, they had keys too,  I didn't dare do anything to myself at work, but my online alias said they did! I would be describing how I was using a cucumber or hairbrush handle or something. Then I would have to log off for 5 minutes to go change the tape, go back and carry on the chat, telling them I had had to go change my sticky knickers :-)

I wrote about my naughty activities at one time. I said in my other blog that I lost a lot of my stories with a disc crash.

I sort of miss those times as things like Facebook are full of perverts these days :-D