Eight years later teledildonics would pass from science-fiction predictions into vibratory reality, becoming the target of federal regulations and patent litigation. In 1999, NBC reported on a pair of "cyberdildonic" devices that were "likely to touch off a commercial land rush to the new frontier." That land rush has yet to materialize, but at the time SafeSexPlus.com founder Allen Hazday reported "brisk sales" of his $25 SSP adapter, a light sensor that attached to a user's computer screen with a suction cup. That device had an output for a sex sleeve or vibrator that a companion could control by remotely adjusting their partner's screen brightness and color. The second device, The Cyber Sex Suit from porn powerhouse Vivid Entertainment, never actually made it to market. The neoprene sex suit, outfitted with 36 sensors to convey a number of different sensations to the wearer via the internet, reportedly failed to pass FTC standards and disappeared by the early 2000s.

In 1998 Warren J. Sandvick, Jim W. Hughes and David Alan Atkinson were granted the patent for a "method and device for interactive virtual control of sexual aids using digital computer networks," now commonly referred to as the teledildonics patent. In 2015 that patent was transferred to a company called TZU Technologies LLC, which in turns sued just about anyone attempting to send tactile sensations across the internet.

Despite TZU's efforts, the field of teledildonics has grown, but not exploded. For years, sex-toy manufacturers like OhMiBod, Kiiroo and others have developed ever-more-sophisticated devices that communicate across great distances, and the adult-entertainment industry has found ways to capitalize on their ingenuity. Today, porn doesn't have to be a spectator sport. With the help of internet-connected sex sleeves and vibrators, you can watch the action and feel it too.

Which brings me back to Nazanin. Having embraced the awkwardness of the situation, I unplugged the Launch from its charger and, using the specified app, connected the ridiculously cumbersome fuck machine to my phone via Bluetooth. I then logged on to Flirt4Free.com, located Nazanin's profile, marked by a purple "two-way interactive" ribbon, and clicked to create a QR code that allowed me to connect my phone and, by extension, the Launch, to a private room.

Ten minutes and a few failed attempts later, I was ready to go -- at least from an IT perspective. I clicked on "start your show," as instructed, and, just like that, I was face-to-face with a gorgeous brunette some 3,000 miles away. I say face-to-face but the experience, while mutual, was still pretty one-sided. With my webcam disabled I would be both active participant and voyeur in my own pay-to-play sexual encounter. And, oh, how I paid.

From the moment I arrived in her virtual bedroom, the clock was ticking. Nazanin, with her board-straight brown hair, cherry-red lips, pale-pink bra and panties and white thigh highs, was like a hot therapist that charges by the minute. A small countdown clock just above our chatroom served as a reminder that this was a transaction, one with a strict time limit. Throughout our session the I received multiple notifications prompting me to add more tokens to keep time on the clock, and I acquiesced, knowing the money wasn't coming out of my pocket. In total, my first date with Nazanin lasted about 25 minutes and cost the equivalent of about $150. That might not sound like such a bad deal for a no-strings hookup with a gorgeous woman, but that's not exactly how things panned out. What I was expecting was instant gratification. What I got was a lesson in patience.

After a bit of small talk, Nazanin turned on the Fuse and tried to connect. Nothing happened. We turned them off and on again, and still no connection. After the third failed attempt I got a call from the PR rep, who'd been sitting quietly in our virtual room watching the IT clusterfuck unfold. She coached me through the connection process one more time. With my device up and running again, we dropped the call and I returned to the private room. This wasn't Nazanin's first failed connection of the day, and the IT team who'd been secretly standing by couldn't seem to make it work. Some 30 minutes of troubleshooting later, I'd run out of time and steam. There would be no virtual fucks to give that day.

Two weeks later, I was back in my bedroom, sitting in front of my laptop, bare-assed and ready for another go. This time, though, I was free of anxiety. While I never heard her voice -- we communicated through text chat only -- her patience and seemingly sincere sweetness showed through in her body language and facial expressions. She greeted me with the sort of smile you reserve for old friends, like we'd formed a bond over our shared frustration the first time we met.

We made some small talk about what we'd been up to since our first encounter, exchanged emojis and then got to work. I'd connected the Launch before entering the room, as I had two weeks prior, now it was up to Nazanin. She grabbed a two-pronged black silicone vibrator from a row of sex toys, which included a fleshy-pink dildo and an assortment of buttplugs with fur tails, and casually gave it a stroke. I felt nothing at first, but as my fingers returned to the keyboard the Launch sprung into action.

Something was happening. Nazanin fluctuated between typing and stroking, and the Launch reacted in kind. She continued on like this, smiling, giggling, flipping her hair and gently stroking the Fuse, while the Launch pounded aggressively against my inner thighs. With each featherweight stroke the cumbersome canister set to work between my legs with unexpected force. It was as if each gentle sensation from Nazanin's perfectly manicured fingertips gained momentum as it raced the 3,000 miles to my crotch, transforming into a mighty blow.

But it wasn't just the sensation that didn't quite sync. When Nazanin would break away to type, the Launch would continue thrusting, and when she'd start again, it would take a few seconds to spring to life. As is often the case with VoIPs like Skype, my masturbator was experiencing some lag.

Nazanin eventually asked if I could control her toy, which I did, by stroking the sides of the Launch. The tip of the vibrator lit up with each vibration and Nazanin smiled with satisfaction. In the end, we both walked away with a sense of accomplishment. Even if the experience wasn't quite seamless, we'd come together to tame the technology and we'd both benefited handsomely -- she monetarily, and I, animalistically. In the end, the power of the Launch and the realization that someone thousands of miles away was setting it in motion was enough to compensate for any technical shortcomings.

Our time together was pleasant, even exciting, but the promise of truly seamless virtual sex is still just that. Until these devices "just work," to quote the late Steve Jobs, the payoff likely won't be worth the investment for most. In total, my two Flirt4Free sessions cost the equivalent of $350, that's to say nothing of the time spent scheduling sessions and setting up the devices.

When Howard Rheingold coined the word teledildonics some 28 years ago, he envisioned a world of unending possibilities, where machines act as conduits for our wildest desires.

"Thirty years from now, when portable telediddlers become ubiquitous, most people will use them to have sexual experiences with other people, at a distance, in combinations and configurations undreamed of by pre-cybernetic voluptuaries."

His vision of the future included sensor-laden bodysuits with the "intimate snugness of a condom" that would connect over telecom networks, enabling long-distance affairs. We may never see the mainstream adoption of haptic sex suits or telediddler ubiquity, but Rheingold's prediction isn't totally DOA. The once-impossible dream of relaying physical connection across long distances has arrived. And it's a beautiful thing -- if you have the time and money to spare.