Last Updated on: 7th February 2024, 08:49 pm
Oh, my friends, do I have a juicy update for you! Remember the threesome from my last post? Hold on to your hats because the plot thickens! Our dear friend Yaya seems to think she can point her finger at yours truly. Moi? The epitome of innocence in the Second Life universe? Pffft! The audacity, right? Now, I’ll admit, I might have encouraged Bob to taste-test the latest and greatest at the bar, and, okay, I might have suggested hiring Yaya (she is super cute and hot after all). But, my lovelies, getting entangled in that spicy situation was definitely NOT on my agenda. Or so I thought!
Here’s the twist: Yaya’s pointing the blame my way. But between us? It. Was. A. Blast. EEEEE! The kind of fun that’s kept on giving, and that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Ready for more? Let’s get right in and keep the buzz going! Stick around, my friends, because this little kerfuffle is just the beginning. There’s a whole world of fun and spillages waiting for us in Second Life, and trust me, you don’t want to miss a beat.
Lindens Lead to Sin
Ok, it’s about to get really interesting! Did you know there’s a curious trend among the gents who frequent the sex work side of Second Life? You’d think that with all the great fashion options at their fingertips, they’d be dressed to the nines. But oh no, darling readers, it seems as if I’ve spotted a pattern. Many of these fellas are rocking the default outfit that comes with their avatars! Strange, but true.
While I was fine-tuning the new “John HUD” for the bar (by the way, it’s going to REVOLUTIONIZE sex work), I couldn’t help but notice. Even the ones who are pure eye candy seem a tad limited in the wardrobe department. Fascinating, isn’t it?
But I digress. So, there I was, minding my own business and basking in the company of Coffee (yep, that’s a person, not my caffeine fix)—when lo and behold, a hottie sauntered onto the street.
And friends, things escalated QUICKLY. The dude tossed some Lindens my way, and I found myself pleasantly naked, cosying up right in his lap. This man was sizzling hot, and as he whispered sweet nothings, I felt my body ignite!
The surprises just kept coming, quite literally, as he showered me with 4000L. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest—If I wasn’t already stripped down by then, that kind of gift would have done the trick for sure!
But wait, there’s more. He guided me down, and let’s just say I showed that hunk’s joystick an extraordinary level of attention. He had a particular kink—he preferred his partners drenched in… let’s just say… a good glaze, before moving on to the main event. A little bit messy, but hey, I’m not one to shy away from a kink.
Things really heated up when he lifted me up, bent me over a stool, and utterly fucked my brains out. The sounds of sweaty sex filled the air—grunts, moans, and the rhythm of his thrusts as he filled me completely.
Phew, what a wake-up call!
Arcade Dreams and Pixelated Schemes
Do you ever get that insatiable urge to revisit the carefree days of your childhood? Well, I’ve been itching to visit the new arcade that opened on the street. There’s something about the arcade experience that just makes me feel like that giddy little kid with stars in her eyes all over again.
I remember those Saturday trips to a seaside town near my childhood home. There was a massive arcade there, the happiness of gulping down Coca-Cola, and the excitement of maybe, just maybe, catching that cute boy’s eye. I remember this one time, my friend blurted out to one of those boys that I was smitten with him. You should have seen his face! Anyway, the next week I was chilling at the cafe with the girls when he spotted me and ran over… only to take a fall and kiss the tile floor! To clarify, there was no crush, but that was some funny stuff!
Fast-forward to the now, and there I was with Mel and one of our regulars at the bar, each of us a few shots richer. In the middle of our drunkenness, Mel had a stroke of genius – head over to the arcade. Firing up her bike, she gave our barfly a ride, while I took a stroll (I love a good time, but I also love my life, thank you very much).
We partied the night away, clinking beer bottles and champagne flutes, knocking back more shots, playing games, and dancing on the mini-bar. The group grew with the arrival of Fox and Zathras, Zathras of course getting us topless, and it was such a fun night.
The arcade is open to all, so what are you waiting for?
Sofa Shenanigans with a Side of Satisfaction
Tim is a staple over at what we dub “The Mothership,” aka the main bar. He occasionally comes over to grace us with his presence on the street, though his heart often remains with the X-Girls of the main place. Now, can we really fault him for that?
But this time something was different. Christina was around, doing more of her setup for her Sex Workers Outreach store on the street. Then in walks Tim.
Without a beat missed, he let the words just fly from his mouth “I want to have my way with Aria.” Friends, let me tell you, my pixels nearly leaped out of my avatar! 😍
Tim took care of the necessary formalities of payment because, hey, even in Second Life, we like to keep things proper (ish). And then it was game on! We ran —I’m sorry, we sprinted all the way to the sofa.
Throwing our clothes away faster than you could say “unzip,” we got straight into it. His tongue worked wonders, sending an intense orgasm through every fibre of my being. A moan, a gasp, an “Oh my fucking god!” moment later, and we were only getting started.
He threw me all over that sofa. We twisted, turned, and tumbled into every position you think of. His lust, my eagerness, against the plush. The slap and clap of flesh enveloped us, thriving, and surging until mind and body gave in.
Kapow!
Mind officially and thoroughly blown!
Some Final Thoughts
A couple of months back, I set out on an epic quest in Second Life – a transformation from a simple Senra avatar to a full-fledged X-Girl. This challenge was wrapped in one rule: No freebies and no handouts. That’s right, if you haven’t read those original posts then I had to earn my evolution through trade alone. That meant no splurging of my own cash, and absolutely no free sex. My only way to advance was exchanging sex solely for gifts that would help me upgrade.
It was a challenge without a clear endgame, one where I imagined I’d vanish abyss. But lo and behold, the X-Sisters Sex Bar got their GTA location, giving me purpose.
It’s as if fate herself waved her magic wand because the moment X-Sisters Street at Street Whores opened, I found my reason to thrive. And every moment since has been amazing.
I laugh, I play, I flirt, I work, and above all—I live. It’s this blend of roleplay, commerce, and community that’s made my Second Life a rollercoaster from the start.
I am beyond happy, over the moon, and dancing on cloud nine. My avatar’s journeys mirror my own—constantly evolving, reinventing, and indulging in the endless possibilities that Second Life has to offer.
Click here to come and visit me at the X-Sisters Street at Street Whores. Fuck me soon!!!
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