Sunday, August 27, 2017

Late Night Date Night

I never know for sure when I'm going to get to see Michael. His real life is unpredictable and the best laid plans and all that...

It's not easy.

But then, the best things in life never are, are they?
I'm a night owl. He's an early bird. Add being on different sides of the country to that and, well, it's not easy!

Communication is key... as is trust. Being in an open relationship certainly helps... itches can still be scratched even if the other isn't available.

Being a night owl worked in my advantage last night, however, when my man found himself unable to sleep and though it was 2am my time, I was still awake.
We talk a lot even when we aren't inworld together. Skype is our friend! So when we are able to be together in SL, the clothes usually don't stay on too long.

We both had the itch last night... and scratched it soooooo good.

No one fucks me like this man does. No one can get inside my head, and my body, and make me feel the way he does.

No one makes me erupt like Michael. The orgasms that rip through me, over and over, just like wild waves crashing against the rocks.
When he touches me... he touches my mind, my soul, as well as my clit. He ignites the fire so deep inside me that there is no holding back anything from him. My orgasms are heavy and deep and oh-so-wet. Michael Stewart makes the juices flow like a river... it curls my toes and makes me rumble like an earthquake. Every nerve ending in my body pulses and aches until he soothes them. I turn into a jibbering-jabbering idiot full of nonsense words and pleas.

And it just. doesn't. stop. We women are lucky to be able to have orgasm after orgasm and Michael... Michael exploits that. There is no one single little orgasm... they loop together, ebbing and flowing, until I'm nearly unconscious with it. Every orgasm leads to another and another until I can't tell where one stops and another begins.
It's sublime and insane. It's perfection. Cataclysmic.

He leaves me shaking and spent... a sloppy wet babbling mess.

He touches the most intimate parts of me. He fucks the most intimate parts of me.
I'm not letting this one go. No way, no how. Michael is mine, and I am his. We're inside each other... part of each other. 

I would say we're lucky to have found each other... and we are. But above that, we work at it as well. Wacky schedules, wacky time zones... wacky real life. We could drift apart during those times we're not together but neither of us want that. So we make it work because it's worth it. 

Giving up those orgasms? Never. 

Giving up this man? Never.

We're just climbing the first hill on this roller coaster... and oh what a ride it's going to be!

Monday, August 14, 2017


Well, here we are. Me. Michael. Together.

I know that pisses some of you off. 

One thing I've learned in my time on Earth is that unhappy people just can't stand to see others happy. And there are a handful of you out there who have expressed their unhappiness that he and I are a thing. 

And since I've not posted about him in a couple of weeks, I'm sure you unhappy folks were rubbing your hands together in glee assuming that the worst had happened.
Yeah, no, sorry... we didn't break up. 

You see, when you're a fucking adult, there are some times when Second Life needs to take a back burner to real life. And you don't bitch and moan and whine about it, you get on with what you need to do. 

Michael and I have an understanding... as Hugh and I did, as well. Real life comes first, no questions asked. 
Okay... questions are fine. When you care about another human, you ask them about their lives. How about 'no guilt trips' instead? Maybe compassion, understanding and empathy instead?

Michael and I haven't been apart... we've just not been in Second Life together for a couple of weeks. He's had his things to do, and I've had mine, and neither of us would respect each other in the slightest if either of us ignored those things that come first.

Because that would be stupid. Truly.
As much as we might sometimes want it to be, Second Life isn't the real world. For the vast majority of us, it doesn't pay our bills, it doesn't cook our food, it doesn't take care of our families or pets. It doesn't power the electricity, doesn't pay our mortage, and exists in this little box we have on our desks or on our laps.

And it's not going to be there for us when the going gets tough. Yes, some of the people we meet there might be, but if they're that close, there's a damn good chance you have other ways of staying in touch besides SL.
Michael has a far busier real life than I do and his attention and devotion to those things are part of the reason I adore him. I'm not talking about the big life stuff, like when Dad died. I'm just talking about the littler things - a busy stressful week at work, a family vacation, hell, just taking the car in for a tune up or something.

I know there are people in SL who either ignore those things or feel angry about having to deal with them because it cuts into their time in Second Life. And there are also plenty of people who get pissed because their partners or friends have to take time away from SL for the real world.

What. The. Fuck?
I apologize for the quality of these photos... there was a fucking reunion happening!
In the entirety of the circle that is the Life of Michael, I know I don't come first, or even second, or even third. I know I'm damned important to him but if the chips fell, I know where I'd place. And guess what? It's the same on my end.

And that's as it fucking should be. He and I are never, ever going to transition into the real world... neither of us wants that, or needs that. It's odd how I feel like I have to explain that, but... holy shit, some people just don't get it. I have this amazing man in my life and he is truly surprised and appreciative that I don't get angry or give him shit or try to make him feel guilty for not logging in for a couple of weeks.
Life happens. Life happens, or it should. I understand that everyone comes into SL from a different situation... and it's not any of my business what those situations are. But if life isn't happening for you outside of our virtual world, perhaps it's time to log off and go smell some flowers. Get some damn sunshine... go to a yoga class... take the dog for a long walk and do some bonding with the real people in your world.

I knew where Michael was... I knew how he was spending his days. He didn't disappear (THAT is uncalled for with the umpteen million ways we have to communicate outside of SL). Neither of us are people who need to be logged in 24/7.

And that gives us the freedom to keep feeding our relationship. Our friendship. We're real live human beings and we talk about things that have nothing to do with Second Life. We can go a couple of weeks without "seeing" each other in pixel form.
I mean, sure, it's wonderful when we are in SL together... being together that way is the very best, but those little Skype conversations are nearly as cherished and just as important.

And that time when we're not together in SL just makes us stronger. When we're together, it's because we want to be, not because we feel some sort of obligation. Not because we feel like we just have to log in and be together. It's a "YAY! I'm not busy right now and neither are you so lets spend some time together!" It's not always sexual... sometimes it's nothing more than sitting on the couch talking.

And, yeah... sometimes it's "Baby, get naked because it's been two weeks and god damn it, it's time to fuck." Edit: Not an actual quote.
So, yeah... sorry to the folks who were hoping we'd crashed and burned. Mostly, I'm sorry that your lives are so unhappy that you take pleasure in the idea of someone else's misery, real or imagined.

This man, my Michael mother-fucking Stewart, was totally unexpected. And how much fun is that? Lots of fun, let me tell you! A man who has his shit together! Mature! Intelligent! Hilarious! Sexy as hell! A man who's self-worth isn't tied into how many hours he spends logged into Second Life!

Hot diggity damn!
I didn't think lightning was going to strike twice for me after Hugh. I mean, it's been nearly two years and I hadn't found anyone else who really knew how to balance Second Life and real life. It was either all SL, all the time, or just the opposite. Men who I met in SL who wanted to shut it off and exist solely in other chat applications, or on the phone, or on a webcam... or, worst of all, men who wanted to meet in real life.

I don't want that... either of those things. SL is SL and RL is RL. No, I don't role-play as someone I'm not in Second Life, but I do like the separation of the two. I love sex in SL. Love creating that world with someone... and then being able to turn it off, and then back on when the time is right.

Second Life is a beautiful escape from the real world. I look like a goddess, have an unlimited clothing budget, an amazing house, etc., etc., but at the end of the day, I've also got it pretty fucking good in the real world, too. I'm in a good place and I'm probably happier than I should be so soon after becoming an adult orphan but, hey... I paid my dues and have no regrets. I know a lot of people who can't say the same thing.
This... this is my fun. This is where there is no silly drama, or limitations. And I have a man who gets that, and operates under the same principles I do. 

Oh, and he adores me. 

All in all, it's a pretty sweet fucking deal. 

Friday, August 4, 2017

On the Subject of Well-Behaved Women...

I want to talk a little about profiles in Second Life.

They are a wonderful, easy way to let others know a bit about us before they decide to click that "send IM" button. A way to show people what we're about, what we're seeking - or not seeking as the case may be.

My biggest pet peeve is when people refuse to put anything on their profile at all, except some trite language about "if you want to know, just ask". Who the fuck has time to have a conversation with every sexy avatar they see? I don't have time for that. With a well filled out profile, I can know up front if I think someone may be a person I might click with.

And I do assume that those people who have empty profiles don't have a good enough grasp on language to express themselves. I'm uninterested in those people.
Second on my list are the people who use text speak or ascii characters. Look, I get it, you're a 12 year old girl and think it's cool. Guess what? It's not. It's annoying as fuck. I certainly don't have the time or inclination to try to decipher whatever the fuck you're trying to say. You think it makes you look unique? It just makes you look like a garbled mess.
My third pet profile peeve is the quotes people use. So, so many repeated and trite quotes. First off, no one has ever found anything anywhere that can definitively prove that Marilyn Monroe ever said anything about accepting her at her worst. Secondly, even if she had said it, Marilyn was a fucking wreck. Thirdly, it's a stupid sentiment. No one should accept me at my worst. I'm the worst when I'm at my worst! Don't accept that shit, don't tolerate it. Really, a person should just be ignored when they're at their worst. No one wants to see that shit.
And let's talk about this one for a few minutes... "Well-behaved women seldom make history." If you're one of those people who also thinks this was a Monroe quote, stop reading this post right now and go read a fucking book.

Now, if you do know that it was, in fact, a quote from a woman named Laurel Thatcher Ulrich, good for you! Ulrich is a Harvard professor. She has won a Pulitzer Prize. She's a devout Mormon. And that damn quote of hers is taken completely out of context.
It's from an article she wrote back in the 70s about Puritan funerals.

Puritan funerals. Let that one sink in for a minute.

This is a fine woman. A wise woman. A feminist. And yes, a Mormon complete with the funny underwear and bizarre set of religious beliefs that include women not going to Heaven unless their already deceased husbands say it's okay.
Do you think for one hot second that she was advocating for women to go out and act up in order to make history? Yeah, no... that's pretty much the complete opposite of what she meant. She was bemoaning the fact that there have been so many truly amazing, great women who have done tremendous things and never got the recognition they richly deserved because they weren't showing their proverbial asses left and right and fucking did behave.

Her work as a historian has been to focus on the boring. The ordinary. Here's a good quote from her that you can use, "I am interested in ordinary objects partly because they’re not supposed to be interesting. I think I’m contrary that way."

Ordinary women. Those are the women she was interested in. The ones who never made it into the history books... at least, not until she came along and shined her own spotlight on them.
So, yeah, it irritates me when I see that quote anywhere, much less on someone's SL profile. The women who plaster it on bumper stickers and t-shirts and profiles have bastardized the true meaning of Ulrich's words and have defined it to mean it's okay to be a brat. Or a bitch.

No, ladies... it's never acceptable to be a bitchy brat. That behavior should never be tolerated. Mocked and scorned? Absolutely. Better yet, it should just be ignored, as you should be when you act a fool.
Perhaps try to have an original thought? Oh, don't go quoting yourself... I've seen that in people's profiles in SL, too. Mostly men, mostly fake doms. Always ridiculous. 

Set some damn standards for yourself and your behavior. Be nude if you want, fuck every man you see if you want. But don't act like a impudent child... and if you do, don't be surprised when people treat you as one, and do as all good parents should do when faced with a child throwing a tantrum, and ignore you. 

Sometimes forever.

And you have no one to blame but yourself.

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