Beatrice Visits Sex Places | Balls to the Wall

Last Updated on: 1st January 2026, 11:06 pm

One of my favorite parts of working at X-Sisters Sex Bar is the excitement of not knowing who might walk through the door. A dashing gentleman wanting to be pegged? A busty broad who needs a good spanking? A hot person of indeterminate gender ready to be licked and sucked? Thinking on your toes to please an unfamiliar guest is a fun challenge for escorts, and I love titillating newcomers into indulging their fantasies.

Sometimes, though, a girl wants all of the randomness, all of the filthy sex, and no hard sells. Which is why I love going to Balls to the Wall.

Balls to the Wall is one of few dedicated glory holes in Second Life and, in my opinion, the best of the bunch. It’s straightforward, dependably busy, and draws some of the best deviants on the grid. The glory hole provides exactly what you want without any gimmicks, garish adboards, or cash grabs, unlike so many other sexy destinations.

To illustrate, let me tell you about a recent evening I spent at Balls to the Wall.

Setting the Scene

I arrived in a stark, inconspicuous alley in Psychotica. It was a cobblestone street flanked by a brick wall of a defunct concert hall on one side and a series of nondescript doors and windows on the other. If you weren’t looking for this alley, you’d likely pass it without a thought. But if you detoured down it, you’ll find perverts coming and going, streaming into an open door with an understated sign hanging next to it that reads “Balls to the Wall.”

But before we enter the glory hole, I would be remiss if I didn’t first tell you about two other fun spots tucked into this alley next to Balls to the Wall: The Swingers Speakeasy and the Museum of Kink.

The Swingers Speakeasy: A Hidden, Filthy Gem

The Swingers Speakeasy is an inconspicuous little Irish-style pub at the far end of the alley. It’s charming in its quaintness, but its ingenuity is the little surprises tucked into it. I watched a couple who fucked in the glory hole migrate over to the speakeasy to bang against the pinball machine. And a while back, I pegged a woman on the pool table. As far as I’ve seen, the speakeasy has never been packed with visitors, but it makes a great place to drag a playmate to if the glory holes are occupied.

Museum of Kink: Intriguing Paraphernalia on Display

The Museum of Kink is located above Balls to the Wall and is a great tribute to all things kinks. Before this visit, I had never looked through it, and now I wish I had sooner! The museum contains collections of sensual art, bizarre paraphernalia, and historical sex toys in glass displays. At the far end of the space is even a peep show stage, which piqued my imagination. Do shows happen here? How does one organize a peep show, come to think of it? I decided I would return another time to explore it further. I had a purpose for today’s visit: the glory hole.

Balls to the Wall: The Glorious Glory Hole Itself

Balls to the Wall is grimy, sleazy, and rundown–in other words, a perfect glory hole. It is a no-frills dump of a space featuring rows of holes where girls can stick their ass out and hope for a good time. It also features the world’s most disease-ridden couch, toilet stalls for bathroom BJs, and a shower area where you’ll leave filthier than you arrived.

I usually choose the hole at the end of the row since that side of Balls to the Wall provides plenty of room for voyeurs to watch–and interested perverts to wait their turn to fuck me. But when I arrived, all the holes were occupied with women who were being drilled or dripping after a good fill. So I bided my time and stood against a wall until a hole was free, then stuck myself in.

If you’ve never been in a glory hole before—it’s a vulnerable experience, your ass hanging out for any person to stick their appendages into. With only the interior wall to look at, you truly don’t know who’s going to sidle up and mount you, and that’s got a scary thrill to it. I’ve been cummed into by grunters, verbose roleplayers, default avis with prim dicks, furries, old men, smoking hot trans ladies, to name a few. For such a social butterfly (read: slut) as me, the random roulette of who might slide in adds a delicious element of unpredictability and fun to an encounter.

Luck of the Draw

But there are times when you stick your fanny out, and no one partakes–and that seemed to be my fate that night. It’s moments like those where you really start to question your life choices. You wonder if you could’ve spent your night elsewhere with pants on, for example. Though Balls to the Wall was relatively busy, I didn’t receive a single message, not even a two-word leer like “Nice ass.” I resigned myself to return another day to test my luck again, but at the last minute I felt a light slap on my ass. 

“Damn, girl,” a deep voice rumbled from the other side of the wall. He teased his fat cock against my ass cheeks, pulling up my skirt, and I knew right then I was in for a treat.

For some, anonymous sex can feel impersonal and disconnected–I didn’t even know this gentleman’s name. I didn’t even know what he looked like. But it can also be freeing. With a good playmate, anonymous sex draws your attention to raw, carnal pleasure, to enjoy the joining of bodies without complication. This turned out to be the case for this night. 

The gentleman enthusiastically fucked me, ramming his prick in hard and deep. It was not long before I was hollering down the walls, writhing hard against the vinyl bench and bucking his firm grip around my thighs.

Did a few uses of the term “daddy” slip out of my mouth? Chalk it up to the erotic energy of the scene: a girl in a hole to my immediate left was getting nailed within an inch of her life; the anonymous gentleman cooed filthy nicknames while pistoning his fat dick into me; and I even felt a few hands brush my thighs as patrons passed by.

I was so caught up in the orgiastic moment, before I knew it I was gushing onto the gentleman’s cock, my spasms milking every drop of cum out of him in turn.

My glory hole stud pulled out of me, and I could feel his load slip out of me, down my ass cheeks, and onto the cum-splattered floor. One more donation to this fine, sordid establishment. Still riding the afterglow, we thanked each other for the romp, and he left.

A Happy Ending

So, my visit to Balls to the Wall had a happy ending–in all senses of the term. After I dripped dry, I pulled myself out of the glory hole, wobbling. I had to lean against the vinyl bench to keep myself steady because my legs were jelly, a sign of a satisfying fuck. I decided not to put my clothes back on and instead stride with pride out into the sketchy alley, my thighs plastered in sticky cum. It was not the first time I had done it–and it certainly will not be my last.

Visit Balls to the Wall in Psychotica: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Psychotica/211/130/27