The Secret Life of Dee: A Second Life Roleplay Story About Lies & Lust

Last Updated on: 12th January 2026, 08:48 am

Hey, it’s me, Dee!

The sweet, innocent Bar Manager of the X-Sisters Sex Bar in Second Life.

I have a confession to make, one that I’ve had to keep from my fiancée, Lumi, since the day we met. You see, when I first met Lumi, I wanted to impress her.

I wanted to be different from the other girls at the bar. So, I told her I was a virgin. I told her I was “saving myself” for marriage.

At first, it seemed like a funny little joke. A way to seem pure in a place built on sin. But eventually, it became something special to her. She looked at me like I was a unicorn in a field of horses.

So, I felt the need to keep the charade going. But here’s the truth: I am absolutely not a virgin. I love sex. I love the thrill of it, the sweat, the mess, and the noise. Keeping this secret while working in one of the best sex sims in SL has been the hardest, and hottest, game I have ever played.

This is the secret life of Dee.

The “Book Club” Cover Story

I’ve always been a voracious reader, and the idea of starting a “Book Club” seemed like the perfect cover. It allowed me to share my love for books with others, or at least, use that as an excuse to take customers to a private room without raising eyebrows.

If you read the guides on how to be a Second Life escort, they tell you to have a niche. My niche became “Reading.”

At first, it was easy to keep up the act. I would take a client upstairs, lock the door, and ostensibly discuss The Great Gatsby.

In reality? I was on my knees, discussing the texture of his cock with my tongue.

But as the bar grew in popularity, juggling the two lives became harder. The tips were getting too big. People don’t pay 5000L just to hear me read a chapter of Pride and Prejudice aloud. They pay that to have me bent over the arm of a leather chair, taking every inch of them while I whimper quietly so the people downstairs don’t hear.

The Close Call: Lumi’s Suspicion

Lumi has always been supportive of my interests, but I could sense that she was growing suspicious of the exceptionally large tips I was bringing home.

One day, the bar was packed. The music was loud and I was mixing drinks. Lumi was sitting at the counter, watching me work. Suddenly, she turned to a regular customer sitting next to her and asked, completely out of nowhere: “Help me with this confusion. She goes to a room with men, she reads books, and she gets tipped thousands? I trust her and I love her… but is that normal?”

I froze. I was holding a shaker, and I nearly dropped it.

I could feel the nerves building in my stomach, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of my neck. For a few moments, it felt like the entire room had gone silent.

The customer looked at Lumi, then looked at me. He saw the panic in my eyes. He knew exactly what kind of “reading” we had done in the VIP room the week before.

He smiled, took a sip of his beer, and said: “Good storytellers can often make a lot of money.”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. I had been saved. But the adrenaline rush? It hit me straight between my legs.

The fear of getting caught was almost as arousing as the sex itself.

The Guilt Remover: Risking It All

You might think that close call would make me stop.

You would be wrong. It made me want it more.

I almost wish to play the game as risky as possible now. I find myself giving blowjobs under the bar counter while Lumi is just a few meters away, DJing or talking to friends. I feel the customer’s hands gripping my hair, pushing my head down, while I try to keep my composure.

I’ve fucked in the middle of the bar when she’s gone to the bathroom, hiking my skirt up and letting a stranger pound into me against a wall, frantically trying to finish before she walks back in.

The internal struggle is a constant battle. On one hand, I want to be honest with Lumi. I hate lying to her. But on the other hand… it turns me on.

The thought of her finding out, the potential fallout, the absolute destruction of my “innocent” image, it terrifies me, and that terror makes every orgasm feel explosive.

Just the other night, after the “storyteller” comment, I needed to relieve the tension. I took a guy into the storeroom. I didn’t even bother with the book excuse. I pushed him against the crates and kissed him hard, desperate to feel something other than guilt.

He lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and slid inside me in one smooth motion. If you want to know how to have standing sex like that, check the Second Life sex guide, but the friction combined with the fear that Lumi might open the door at any second made it the best fuck of my life.

I guess the guys find it hot too, fucking the “Virgin” manager in a room above her partner, knowing she is oblivious to how well I milk their cocks.

A Crossroads: To Confess or To Cum?

As you can see, I’m at a crossroads.

Do I confess to Lumi and risk losing her? Or do I keep up the charade, playing the blushing virgin bride-to-be while getting railed by strangers in the storeroom?

What do you think I should do? Should I come clean? Or should I keep enjoying the best of both worlds? Share your thoughts in the comments. Who knows, your insights might just decide my fate.

Alternatively, if you’re up for some “literature,” come join me at the X-Sisters Sex Bar. I have a new book I’m dying to… go over with you. And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. [Click Here to Teleport to the Bar]