God bless skype

a boon to long distance relationships…

So what exactly do you call this?

I was talking to a random in SL who had asked what the french phrase

“j’erre les routes de la passion, recueillant des contes d’amour sauvage”

in my profile meant and I came up with a simple two word description which seems to fit it well……….

“Friction Fiction”

Welcome back

It is said a time of absence makes the heart grow fonder…….

but they never tell you how short that time period can be……

and how much they will need a bath when they get back …….

Sticky

I believe, at some point in your life, a “grown up” will have told you not to play with your food……

But when you are the “grown up”…………..

sometimes you can get into sticky situations…..

Raincheck

Timezones can be so annoying sometimes.

But fun to plant a seed of a filthy idea, water it, walk away and know you will come back to see how it blossomed.

Lick

Most of my stories you have to have the “right equipment” to be part of it, unless you want to be me of course

A better to give, than receive piece.

While the mouse is away…

Kit is an avatar in a virtually world called “SecondLife”, a plaything for my fevered imagings if you will.

SecondLife is an amazingly built simulation of the world on which we stand, only with the human race’s imagination given rein to build, play, work  and given our own vices and desires, surprise surprise have sex

So here is where I stretch my wicked mind and  amuse the natives with my verbal skills.

Such is Kit’s first “outing”, a refined version of “my” encounter with a random stranger.

Kit is not my main character in this world, more a golem who was created to manage the donated funds and payments of a “live” music club I worked at inworld, and “he” was male through and through, if only to fend off the attention of amorous male avatars intend on finding someone who will ask “yes” to the eternal question of the newbie (“can I fuk u?”) so I could get on with the boring tasks of managing a club (word to the wise, being the owner is much more fun that being the manager).

When I quit my job in SL, poor Kit became an unemployed accountant.

In a bow to the current trend of recycling, Kit was rescued, dusted down, remoulded, and giving a new purpose in SL.

So he became a she (don’t fret, additions rather than a subtract under the surgeon’s virtual knife) and her adventures begin….

I am not surprise she found a new friend so quickly, if you saw a pretty asian looking girl dancing naked up on a pole podium with more than you expected wouldn’t your curiosity get the better of you, especially if your girlfriend had just gone out of town for the weekend and left you with the keys to her apartment

A proper hello

…was the first “lay back and enjoy it honey” pieces (trust me there are more to come)There is something very arousing  for me about a man who is prepared to  wait,  not  demand, not snatch and let me take my time, savouring each every inch of him, letting me watch what I can create with a mere touch, as my hands, lips and sex do worship to his form.

Now everyone know how proud men can be of their erections, whether flesh or bricks, so when I was shown around a new build in SL, well, my imagination wandered away……..

I wonder if he ever did plant that tree?

Hallway

Hallway was amongst my first pieces generated through SL.

There is something in my soul that draws me to poles. something about the motion, the attention, gives me such pleasure.

I started off as a dancer at Club Vixens back when they were on the mainland (if you go to SL go check out their volcano island home). Dancing and chatting with guests at events wasn’t really my bag, but the private dance area downstairs was my domain.

I guess my ego enjoyed the change of focus.

Upstairs was very formal, you chatted to guests pandered to their interests in the hope they may like you enough to slip a few lindens into your hand as they left with a promise they would dance with you again next time. (btw always tips even if it is a few lindens merely for our time).

Downstairs they came to see me, to sit at my table in lust and in a few ocassions love with the girl dancing on top of it.

Watching my motion, my form, my passion.

You can see why a girl would get addicted.

“Hallway” came from a different club, as if you are not a employed dancer finding poles that are available for all folks to use is tricky, the management tend to ask you to get down, the girls, who see you as competition for those linden tips can be much more creative with how they voice their request for you to leave.

I think this was from a club called “Pimps N Hos” (classy name huh) walls plastered with pictures of rappers, a shed of a place (my thoughts of club builds will come later) and “camping” dance poles (camping is where you sit or dance and the owners of the place drip feed you lindens to increase their traffic stats) so free to use by all.

I had started writing my encounters into stories, encounters mostly generated with my old “fuckmuse” Dallas, never have I meet a boy so pleased to be dragged off for the benefits of literature

This time he got a lap dance first and then, well, my lust got the better of me……

Why I strayed away…..

good question…..

Well I could name names of those who having read my tales, thought it would be a good idea…….I could tell you I was a feminist promoting the acceptance of a woman’s choice of her own sexual imagery…….I could tell you the thought of your arousal at my words was a desire, a need.

I could tell you many things

But only you, can listen and decide why I wandered away from the crowd, to my own pleasures.