Delivering Sex: My Experience Offering Second Life Escort Services

Last Updated on: 13th January 2026, 03:29 pm

It’s always good to see one of my favourite guests. Even when it’s an unexpected visit and completely outside my normal operating hours.

A home delivery service is one of the most fun things to do at Candy’s All-Inclusive Sex Hotel. It breaks up the routine of the bar. It gets me out of the sim. It feels a little illicit.

Essentially it’s where we provide the service of delivering sex to a location of the guests’ choosing. It’s like ordering a pizza, but instead of pepperoni, you get a blonde in lingerie who is ready to ruin your life in the hottest way possible.

Delivering Sex On Demand: A Perk of Second Life Escort Jobs

Finishing up yesterday’s post, I felt restless. I got dressed in my standard uniform, short skirt, high heels, attitude loaded, and headed out to the hotel. The sim was quiet so I walked behind the bar and grabbed a cloth.

After I gave the bar a quick wipe down, removing the residue of the previous shift, I heard the door creak open. I glanced up. There was a little bit of excitement that washed over me.

If you have been reading this blog, you will know that there are a few regulars who I get to spend time with. These are people I have built a connection with. There are also a few people who read this blog that I get to spend time with. They find me through these posts. If my job for the day was to be delivering sex to one of those guests, then that was a big plus. It makes the job feel personal.

One of those regulars is someone you may be familiar with from a few of my posts. Notably, my wild escort marathon post where I fucked seven guys back to back. That day cemented my reputation. It proved I had the stamina for this work. While delivering sex to a location of a guest’s choosing is always an option in my how to be an escort guide, it is a sporadic occurrence.

Most of them get so horny in the bar that they don’t want to wait for a taxi. They want it now. They want it on the bar counter.

But today was different. Kevin had arrived at Candy’s. He wasn’t looking for a quickie.

He was keen to make some new memories for the blog.

A Trip To The Office: Professionalism in Second Life Escort Services

Kevin seemed into the idea of taking a trip back to my office. He leaned against the bar and asked about my writing. He asked where I did my work. It’s somewhere he has never been. I was more than happy to invite him over.

It felt like inviting a vampire into your home, dangerous, but exciting. I quickly hopped in my taxi and teleported home. I needed to prepare so I got changed into something a little bit sexier. I swapped the uniform for lingerie bodysuit that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I applied a fresh layer of lipstick and sent a taxi for him. If I was going to be delivering sex to one of my favourite guests, then I was going to look good doing it.

Presentation is everything in this business.

I met him at the landing point and gave him a tour around the office. He seemed excited to see where the magic happens. He looked at the desk where I’m writing this very post from. He touched the keyboard. He admired the photographs on my wall. I like to keep some of my best memories up there for people to look at. It is a gallery of my conquests. A gallery of my career.

I also like to keep them there for inspiration when I’m writing. They remind me of the heat, the weight, the pleasure. Sensing his admiration, I told him that I was hoping to get a new one for us to put on the wall. I walked up to him and ran a finger down his chest. I followed up by asking him if he would accompany me to the back room.

Delivering Sex Jess Style

It really didn’t take long for us to be naked on the bed.

Clothes in Second Life have a magical way of disappearing when the mood is right. One moment we were standing; the next, we were skin on skin. His large body next to me. I started to stroke his cock. It was hard, heavy, and twitching with anticipation. I got to my knees. I looked up at him, making sure he saw the hunger in my eyes andwrapped my mouth around him.

I took him deep, letting his length slide down my throat. His balls were full. I could feel the weight of them against my chin. I could tell that it had been a while since he last came. “Even more for me,” I thought.

I pulled back, gasping for air. Bending over on all fours, I presented myself to him. I reached down and guided his cock inside me. He entered me in one smooth motion. I gasped as he filled me up. I was intent on delivering sex the only way I know how… like a whore.

I arched my back. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts. Kevin is a large man but I h’ve said it before and I will say it again: he knows what he’s doing.

After some intense fucking, he brought me to a shattering climax. He groaned before he came hard inside me.

The Guestbook

After he left, I felt that familiar post-coital bliss.

I grabbed a quick shower, cleaning up the large load of cum he had left. The water washed away the evidence, but the bliss stayed.

Then I repositioned the guest book to the entrance of my office.

I was bored earlier in the week. I was looking through the marketplace when I came across it. To be honest, I don’t know why I decided to buy it or what I would do with it. I just decided to buy it.

I guess that’s what happens when your career as a whore is relatively successful. There is so much disposable income that I just spend it on the most random things. Furniture I don’t need. Shoes I won’t wear.

Anyway, my office is always open for visits.

Why not stop by and sign it?

It sits there on the pedestal, waiting for names. Who knows, maybe you’ll run into me. Maybe you’ll walk in on me delivering sex to one of our guests as a home delivery. You can see all the ways to find me in-world by going to my contact page.

My New Photo

I almost forgot. I did indeed get a new photo with Kevin for my wall.

It hangs there now, right above the desk. A permanent reminder of a delivery well done.

Looks pretty hot right? Who else would you like to see on the wall? I have plenty of empty frames waiting to be filled.