Some people go to clubs, have meaningless casual sex, jump out of airplanes, or get tied up and teased.

I get my kicks behind a keyboard.

I’ve got the world’s most powerful weapon in my hands. Sleek and silent. I stroke the keys, pour my heart and soul into my creation. So subtle, so beautiful… Each line of code is as elegant as it is efficient.

This is my foreplay…

Then I close my eyes, reach out, find a light in the dark… I feel your signal, I can sense your vulnerability. You’re just sitting there, inviting me in, completely unaware of my intent. Two strangers, a chance encounter. You could have been anybody.

I love the danger.

I stroke the keys, gentle pressure bringing forth simple, powerful commands.

And now the climax…

I’m in control now, completely. My digital dancer does a number on your hardware, invading your world and shifting your reality.

I withdraw my grasp on your machine.

You feel empty, corrupted… A mangled heap of parts. Useless.

And you’ll never know who did it.

_EOF