Thursday, January 23, 2014

On Hiatus

I feel a bit as though I've been oversharing recently... there are some things I need to hold close to me... just for a couple of days. Just a breather. Things are good. Very good. And I want to cherish them for a little bit. Just me and my guy.

I'll be back very soon.

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Just Like Heaven

Sometimes I feel a little bad, posting photos of all the intimate moments Ark and I share... but then I remember- these are just pictures. They barely scratch the surface of the true intimacy we have.

"Show me, show me, show me how you do that trick... the one that makes me scream", she said.
"The one that makes me laugh", she said.
Threw her arms around my neck..
"Show me how you do it?
And I'll promise you, I'll promise that I'll run away with you, I'll run away with you."
Spinning on that dizzy edge, kissed her face and kissed her head...
Dreamed of all the different ways, I had to make her glow...
"Why are you so far away?", she said.
"Why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you? That I'm in love with you?"
You, soft and only, you lost and lonely...
You, strange as angels...
Dancing in the deepest oceans, twisting in the water...
You're just like a dream... You're just like a dream.
Daylight licked me into shape...
I must have been asleep for days...
And moving lips to breathe her name, I opened up my eyes..
And found myself alone, alone, alone above a raging sea...
Stole the only girl I loved, drowned her deep inside of me...
You... soft and only...
You... lost and lonely.
You... just like heaven.

*Song by the Cure, lyrics by Robert Smith 

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Really, Asshole? Really?

Warning... I'm going to do a lot of bitching in this post. This is a rant. Proceed at your own risk.

It's really rare that I actually get up in the middle of sex and take off. Even if the guy is a lousy lay, I'll usually be nice and stick around until he gets his rocks off.

You have to be a real asshat for me to jump off a poseball and TP out.

My first mistake was going to the Chamber Society today.

I really, really want that place to be good... but it just isn't. It's chock full of avatars that are physically beautiful... and nothing else. Every damn time I go there, I end up disappointed. The place is so gorgeous. The decor drips with elegance and good taste... and that's as far as it goes. The people who hang out there as as vapid and shallow as Paris Hilton. Everyone stands around staring at each other, no one has a sense of humor... and christ, they can't emote for shit.

But still... I returned time and again, ever hopeful. No more. Today's jackass convinced me to leave the group. I'll not return to the Chamber. Ever. Fuck that place. I'd have been banned for this post anyway but I beat them to the punch... lol.

I'm not going to mention this douche nozzle's name. I've already forgotten it anyway. We chatted for a few minutes. I like arrogant men.

Correction: I like arrogant men if they can actually back up their braggadocio with actions... and emotes.

So this dick in his very sharp tuxedo said all the right things and I agreed to go back to his place with him.

His "hideaway". I expected something like my Naughty Place... but no. His furniture might not have been all freebie stuff, but it became apparent very quickly that he didn't know how to use it. And that's fine... I have stuff in the Naughty Place that has never been used... trial and error, right? Laugh it off, and emote like a mother-fucker and it's all good.
It started off okay...
Excuse me while I make a side trip off on a different tangent here.

There are two main components to what turns me on with a guy in Second Life.

One. Look good. Your physical appearance is important. I could write an entire post on the aesthetics of the Aeros cock. Xcite cocks are okay... but if that fucker starts talking to me, it's going to creep me the fuck out. I know there are a couple of other brands that are nice, too... but I'm an Aeros girl. Aside from that... skin. Hair. Shape. Guys... stop and take a picture of yourself. Blow it up so you can look at it closely. Is it full of bumps and weird sharp angles? Ditch that shit. And be careful when you tweak! You don't have to look like a body builder... it's silly looking. The bigger you make your muscles, the more angular it's going to get. Same with women and their system tits. If you just have to have giant knockers, spring for the Lolas for christ's sake. Boobs... hell, bodies in general... are not supposed to be octagonal.

Hands and feet. HANDS AND FEET. I can't stress this enough. Slink now makes hands and feet for women AND men. So, guys, there is absolutely NO reason to have Fred Flintstone feet anymore. And if you can't match the Slink feet to your current skin? Chances are your skin is a piece of shit.

If you are using Second Life for sex... you're just going to have to break down and spend some cash. Fucking do it already. Then, maybe, you'll have a chance at getting your dick sucked.

Feel free to disregard all of that if you aren't in the game for sex.
Still going okay here... but things were starting to get odd.
The second component? Learn the fuck how to fucking emote. Fuck! I couldn't give two wet shits how many thousands of lindens and hours you spend on your avi, if you don't know how to hold an erotic conversation, kindly fuck off.

My biggest erogenous zone? My brain. I'm going to tell you, in detail, what you're doing to my body, how it feels and what I'm doing to you in return. Explicitly. Sometimes using polysyllabic words. And grammar. Not always perfect, but I'm going to make the attempt. You know why?

Because I'm a fucking adult, that's why.

Your words, and the way you use them, are critically important. If you can't string two cohesive sentences together prior to just before you're about to orgasm (that's totally permissible) please shut down Second Life, go find a copy of "The Cambridge Grammar of the English Language" and study that mother fucker like your life depends on it. And when you know it intimately, cover to cover, give Second Life another try.

If all I need to orgasm is to watch a screen with two pretty bodies banging, I'll fucking watch porn.
Here's where the wheels really started coming off the wagon. We were using a scene rug. Now, I'm not too fond of scenes... I prefer more variety and control over what my avatar is doing, but whatever. I was willing to go with it as the animations seemed very fluid and quite lovely.

However, brainiac up there couldn't use the damn thing. This was about 10 minutes of "Starting scene, 18 minutes... restarting scene, 46 minutes... starting scene 22 minutes..." Over and fucking over. Finally he suggested we go upstairs to where the bed was.

Guess what? He couldn't use the bed. Did he make a joke? Explain it was new? No. Studly McStuddersons didn't say a word. Just kept clicking things. Sitting, standing. Sitting again.


As I said, though, it takes a lot for me to run away. So I stuck with it for a couple more minutes... even through this:
Now, that picture looks pretty hot. Having my slit teased by a nice cock is one of the more erotic things a man can do to me. Sliding it across my clit, slapping my pussy with it... teasing me, making me beg for it.

That's not what he was doing, though.

That's right, kids. This fuckwit didn't know how to use his cock. I've had control of an Aeros' partner HUD before. It doesn't take a damn genius to figure it out... AND it even comes with a manual!

Here's how it went...

Me: Give me that cock... need it.
Him: It's in you.

No... no, actually, it isn't. It's stuck against your belly.

And even that wasn't enough to make me run away.

He called me "bitch".

Not just no, but HELL no. I noped the fuck right out of his little hideaway without a backward glance. His profile is full of bullshit about his immense respect for women. After fucking up every single thing until that moment, it was just too much. I was beyond bored now... I was pissed the fuck off. Aroused? Not in the slightest.

It's a pretty fucking rare thing for my vagina to be completely dry, but by this point, it was the Sahara fucking Desert. My labia had shut so tightly I'm not sure Justin Timberlake, or my beloved husband, could coax them open again.

Even now. Still. The fucker ruined my libido! That... that is unforgivable! It's Sunday night and I don't have to work tomorrow, damn it.

Fuck it. Logging off. Back to porn until I find something to give me my damn groove back.

Damn it.

Exploring Utopia

Yesterday, I went to a concert at Utopia Naked Isle Resort. I've been a member of Utopia for several months now but haven't spent much time there... and certainly not exploring. I took the time to take a look around yesterday... and I believe Utopia is one of Second Life's hidden jewels. The owners have really created a beautiful place to hang out.. and to get naughty.

I ran into an acquaintance from Olina there. Powel and I have chatted/flirted a few times but had never gotten together before. As often does in Second Life, it started with a dance.
Really nice guy... really nice ass.
Wasn't long before I found myself on my knees.
And you know that's one of my favorite places to be!
Powel was hungry and I'm not one to deny a starving man.
He was very hungry indeed... and stayed down there until I fed him copious amounts of cream from my pussy.
I love a thick, veiny cock. So much more fun to suck on than a smooth one... So much more masculine and delicious.
Powel licked and fingered and nibbled and sucked my pussy until I couldn't take it anymore... until I came, painting his face with an explosive orgasm. I needed cock. My pussy was throbbing with arousal. It wasn't going to be sated until his cock filled me.
He'd been so patient... such a good boy... making sure I came before he took his own pleasure.
I locked my ankles behind his back, the tip of his fat cock prodding my eager cunt.
And then he pushed forward... embedding his cock so deep... but he wanted to go deeper.
He rolled me, pulling my ass up in the air and pushing my face into the rug we were on.
His fat cock filled me so good... his balls (and, yes, his hands) slapping against my hot little ass. I love to be covered like that... like a fucking wild animal... raw and deep. Just being used like the nasty little whore I am.
Powel is a big guy... and is very adept at tossing me around like I weigh nothing. There is something very primitive about being handled like that. Almost as if I'm not even real (and yes, I get the irony of saying that in reference to my avatar). Just a wet hole to be used.
I have no problem being used in that way... I crave it. No one understands this need I have (and fulfills it) better than my husband... but that's for another post. There's a whole nother entry about the psychology of that.

Powel used me... used by body... and my body used him right back. When he came, he came with a roar. It was deep and messy... and triggered another orgasm for me. We bucked together, clinging, pouring ecstasy into each other until neither of us could breathe.
Of course, I had to give him a little rub and tug afterwards to make sure I got it all. ;-)
We took a few moments to collect ourselves... I very much enjoyed my time with Powel. New lovers are one of the most fun things about SL. The flirting, the build up... the chase and, finally, the release.

One thing is always for certain, though. I know who I am and where I belong... 

I know I'm sort of reclaiming my inner whore... and I'm not going to lie to you, dear reader, or myself or to my husband. I'm enjoying the hell out of it. It feels good. It feels really good.

But nothing... nothing feels better... feels more exquisite and perfect... than every single moment I get with this man. 
With him, there is joy... an intimacy, even when we're fully clothed... that exists with no one but him. 

I could fuck every man in SL... my home is with my husband. My heart is with him. My soul. My essence. 

It's just that simple. <3

Saturday, January 18, 2014

This Bud's for me?

As I mentioned, I am going to start getting out more. And by "out", I mean "sex".
Last week, I ran into the delicious Bud Solo at Olina. We've been following each other on Flickr for a while and struck up a conversation.
He's pretty damn yummy and we've been trying all week to get together... and, of course, as tends to be in SL, the timing didn't work out until about 4am.
I apologize for the quality of these pictures... We were in a bedroom at Olina that has some weird lighting and I forgot (i.e. was too aroused) to remember to turn off local lights.
Bud is one of the Studs of Porn. Not gonna lie... I typically shy away from this group. Not that they aren't lovely people but I've had some bad encounters with the folks in the SL porn world that have left a bad taste in my mouth. One on one, they're all fantastic. As a whole, it's a world of drama, with some added drama, and a little drama thrown in for good measure.
Bud most definitely didn't leave a bad taste in my mouth.
It was a bit of a quickie. It was very late and I'm recovering from an evil trip to an evil dentist... but I have some fabulous pain medicine and was feeling all warm and fuzzy... and wet.
It was hard, and fast... and oh-so-good. Just the kind of pounding my little pussy needed.
I climbed right up... and slide all the way down. His fat cock filled me just right.
And made me explode.
Gripping his cock with my tight cunt sent him over the edge as well, filling me with his sticky cum. I loved it.
After, we curled up together... letting our juices flow from my pussy, coating us both.
Stretching out for a long, deep kiss.
Oh, look who finally remember to turn off local lights! Handsome fucker, isn't he?
Still experimenting with the cum shot... though Mr. Solo emptied his balls deep inside me.
My very happy ass curled up against him.
I do believe I'll be visiting with Bud more often. Sometimes a quickie is perfect... but I want more time to explore his body... to taste him all over. 

Love new lovers.

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