After meeting reams of men on my overseas travels, there comes a point in every long distance liaison where one may inevitably hear the three unmistakable words:

(So), 'you wanna cyber?'

We're not a bunch of blushing nuns, let's be honest, and most of us have sent at least one email in our lives. If not, you're probably over 80, or one of those sorts that shouldn't be on the internet and parents are warning their children about you, as we speak.

If we're the edgy, technologically savvy beings we profess to be, and we're talking to a wonton sex god on some form of web camera, eating up wodges of bandwidth by staring into his piercing blue eyes that haunt you from Iceland, or wherever they heck he is currently positioned, then perhaps, after a period of time, you may want to take your underpants off. When they're not in the room — in a physical sense.

'The tetchy parameter that is cyber sex'

Now for nobodies, like you and I, getting intimate on the internet, in a private setting like your lounge or bath tub, isn't that much of a big deal.

If you've been in a relationship for a period of time that marks obligatory occasions whereby the knowledge of your partner extends to what his mother's maiden name is, you know he has a mole on his left butt cheek, he's a Taurus, and you're well aware that he prefers it from behind, then perhaps you've crossed the tetchy parameter that is cyber sex.

Maybe you haven't gone so far as to actually do it on screen; perhaps he only saw your nipple that one time. Either way, no one is really going to care too much. As long as the curtains are closed, Barry White is bleating on in the background (although I sincerely hope not), and you're alone.

Unless you discuss your cyber shenanigans with the girls at book club, cyber sex can be as intimate as the real thing. With perhaps, fewer of the real benefits, but it sure bides time. And at the very least, intensifies a long distance bond, somewhat.

And if you're a celebrity?

But what happens when you're a celebrity? Kendra, ex-Hef plaything, after leaving the Playboy Viagra Poster Boy for a juicier man, born in her century, announced on E! News last year that she and her new fiancée do it on Skype all the time. Aw that's cute. Until the geekier paparazzo hack into her account that is. If they go through her trash, chances are they'll try their hand at her Skype. Am I being paranoid?

Just a wild guess, but I'm willing to bet her password is along the lines of 'kendrasass001'. Suddenly, the likes of Perez Hilton and US Weekly are watching her cyber fornicate from the comfort of their LaZee Boys, the telescopic lens but a gadget of the past.

Ten out of 10 for her cyber endorsements though — she claimed it was way better than phone sex, and I'd have to agree.

Then of course, there's Jordan. The woman with the gigantic milk jugs that wouldn't tremble in an earthquake that rates a 9 on the Richter scale; remember her? Well, here's something that wouldn't have happened to your grandmother: cyber videos that make it to the press.

Billi Bhatti, of Big Brother UK, claims that Jordan had a 10-month cyber affair with him, participating in steamy web-pleasuring behind her husband's back.

You know where this is going — everywhere. And so it did, after he sold a section of the video to the tabloids.

So on second thoughts, yes, it is risky being a celebrity who is into the modern day sexaphonic escapism that is the internet, but one should probably be careful, even as nobody walking the streets, with whom you choose to engage over 3G.

Perhaps sticking to the good old fashioned telephone isn't such a bad idea.

Ever had cyber sex and got caught? Post your comments below