Wednesday, December 31, 2014

New Year's Eve Eve

Hey, did you guys know it's 10 minutes until New Year's Eve?

Yes, by the time I post this, it'll be after midnight.

I'm going to be swinging single tomorrow night since Pooh Bear won't be home in time to celebrate with me. And by swinging single, I mean I'm probably going to be watching Dexter on Netflix, maybe drinking a couple cocktails, peeling the cats off the damn ceiling from the fireworks and masturbating.
There's also a very good possibility of a giddy drunken blog post reflecting on the last twelve months. And that means I'll probably be taking sloppy drunken photos to go with a sloppy drunken post!
So I thought I'd take some classy photos tonight to balance the ones tomorrow night that'll probably be me with my legs in the air furiously pumping a pixel vibrator in my snatch. Or mascara-streaked ugly crying because I miss my fella.

Or both.
I think I'm invoking a little naughty Audrey Hepburn here, eh?
I've never really been a big fan of Audrey... I've always considered myself more Katherine. She was so much cooler.
I bet Kate would have taken some raunchy selfies for Spencer. Hell, maybe she did. She was my kind of woman. Strong, independent... she gave not a single fuck. And her relationship with Spencer? Oh, yes, I can absolutely relate.
Audrey probably wouldn't have pierced her nose, would she? So prim and proper...
C'mon, give us a kiss!
I want a New Year's spanking. I really love the sting of the riding crop. Such a delicious kind of ouch. Delicious... oh, yes, I could certainly use some Delicious right now.

Soon. Very, very soon now. Counting the hours... Not until midnight, but until my man returns to me. Have I mentioned how hard I'm going to fuck him when he gets home? I am. So hard. I'm gonna get that cock in every hole. I do hope he's been taking his vitamins and eating well. He's going to need every ounce of energy he can muster. I want his cum all over me, inside me. Want to bathe in it, inside and out. In my hair, smeared across my cheeks and lips, dripping off my chin onto my breasts. Want to feel him spurting deep inside my tight little ass. I want it filling my cunt and my belly. Want him to mark me with his seed. Thick, white globs and strings of cum... need to taste it, feel it warming my body.

growls

I want him. Badly. Now.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Amusing Myself

This isn't exactly the video I intended to make tonight... I was going for something a bit more daring, but SL wouldn't cooperate.

Oh well... I went and amused myself at Teqi's for a while instead.

I call this little video "No, Seriously, I'm Not Going To Fuck You".
Anyhoo... enjoy!

Don't Be THAT Guy

I think I have one good rant left in me for 2014.

checks the calendar... December 28... okay, I probably have a couple more, too...

Anyway, what I'd like to do is speak to you men for a minute and implore you not to be THAT guy.
Who's that guy, you ask? Well, let me tell you.

He's the creepy mother-fucker who pervs all the women in the groups he's in and gets inappropriate really fast.
Hey, I don't mind being hit on. It makes me feel good to know men want to get to know me... find me desirable and all that. I'm not going to be one of those women who bitches and complains about men saying hello to them. Feel free to IM me anytime. Granted, I'm not going to fuck you but you can still say hi if you want. I'm a nice person. I'll say hello, chat with you for a bit... hell, maybe we'll even become friends.

The point is, I won't bite your head off for daring to speak to me. I'm not one of THOSE women. I know it's not easy to approach people. The fear of rejection is bad enough without having to worry that you're also going to be treated like a leper. The world has far too little kindness in it these days... I won't add to the ugliness by acting like a bitch.
Unless you're THAT guy.

Now let me tell you about THAT guy in case you're unsure of who he is, or if you're THAT guy.
But first let me tell you what I think about the penis. I love it. I love them all. I think cocks are absolutely gorgeous. They are the core of a man's masculinity... and they're beautiful. I know some women don't find them very aesthetically pleasing. I fucking love them. And yes, I love photos of them. One delicious cock in particular, mind you. But I do find them all quite lovely.
Having said that, though... THAT guy is the one who starts sending them or offering them within the first five minutes of a conversation. That offers them when I've shown absolutely no sign of being interested in seeing them.

Don't be THAT guy.
Obviously, I am not offended by the photos. Seeing your dick pic is not an automatic turn-off for me.

What is an automatic turn-off is the need for validation THAT guy has. It comes across as desperate and pathetic. And I can assure you that he has nothing that I haven't seen before and it's not going to make me start ripping off my clothes and throwing my pussy at it.
There is one penis in all the world that makes me do that. Over 3,600,000,000 cocks on this planet and there is ONE that drives me to rip my clothes off and worship its amazingness.

Okay, I'd do that for Justin Timberlake's cock, too... 

Is it because it is physically the biggest, thickest, most perfect cock in all the world? No, it's because of the man it belongs to. The one who shows me his humor, his kindness, his intelligence, his wit, his love... every single day.

And holy shit, it IS a fucking gorgeous specimen of cock. It's perfect... for me, it IS perfect.
Sharing is caring, yes. But NOT after a conversation that consists of "Hi, how are you?" The next line should not be "Wanna see my dick?"

That makes you sleazy. And gross. And sad.

And it makes you THAT guy.
Don't be THAT guy. Just don't.

Saturday, December 27, 2014

When the Cat's Away

Well, actually... the cat isn't away. She's right here. The mouse is away.

Though he's hardly a mouse. More of a stallion, if you know what I mean... nudge, nudge, wink, wink... a nod's as good as a wink to a blind bat, eh?
So what's a girl to do?

Oh, I know! Take lots of photos, and maybe make a video or two!
I'm not quite confident enough yet in my movie-making skillz to share those with the general public just quite yet. Refining my talent, or lack thereof, by sending those straight to the man I'm making them for.
But I'll share all my photos with you.

Topic, topic, has anyone seen a topic? Hmm... what can we talk about tonight, eh? Oh, the Pope's coming to the states. That's pretty cool. Though I'm a big fat heathen, I do adore Pope Francis. He seems to have it right. Benedict was scary, though. 
What else is in the news? I've not being paying much attention the past few days. After the police officers in New York were ambushed, I checked out for a bit. I believe that the grand jury got it wrong in Ferguson, and they completely fucking blew it with Eric Garner, but c'mon... shooting cops is not... oh, hell, it's just pure evil, that's what it is. Killing is evil. We can all agree on that, can't we?

Eh, perhaps we shouldn't go down that road. The Ferguson decision was the catalyst that sparked the end of my relationship with my sister.
Did everyone have a lovely Boxing Day? We don't really celebrate that here in the states, but I had a British mom so we were quite well acquainted with it. We were also the only people in my little country town that burned an effigy every year on Guy Fawkes Day.

Yeah, we were the odd family in my wee hamlet. And that's saying quite a bit considering that most people were married to their cousins.
Oh, we can talk about the Interview and North Korea! I haven't seen it, and don't especially want to, but hey, we pissed off the Great Leader!

What a silly little man he is. I normally don't like making fun of people, but he makes it too easy to point and laugh.
Anything else topical happening? How's the weather in your part of the world? It's rainy here, and temperature-wise, we're stuck in that blah area... not really cold, not really warm. 40s and 50s. Okay, so nothing exciting to talk about there, huh?
My ass! We can talk about that! I had an anonymous comment on my last post saying that I have no hips. I see hips! And believe me, in the real world, I've got hips for days. Padded with fat, yes, but I got 'em!

You know, there's a theory that the heart shape was based on the shape of the female derriere. It's just one of many hypotheses. I don't think anyone knows for sure, but I can see it. What are your thoughts?
I think that's about all I've got. Anyone have anything they want to talk about? Anything you need to get off your chest? I've got a few more days before Mr. Person gets home, so I've got time!

When he gets home, the sex we're going to have is going to crash Second Life. Just a head's up in case you're not able to log in next Wednesday-ish. At the very least, we're going to flood a few sims with... hell, my orgasms alone are going to do that. Remember a few days ago when I was all worried about my libido?! Yeah, that doesn't seem to be an issue anymore. I am absolutely craving Hugh's cock. I'm salivating just thinking about it. And wet. The way he teases me with it... letting me grind my juicy little slit all over it before pushing inside me, stretching me... god. It's hot in here, isn't it? I'm hot. I think I need to turn the AC on. Or maybe just grab my rabbit and masturbate. Again. For about the umpteenth time today.

Going shopping tomorrow. Need to stock up on batteries. ;-)

Nighty-nite!


Friday, December 26, 2014

Festivus... for the rest of us!

In the midst of all the Christmas hooey, I completely forgot about Festivus! It was on the 23rd and I completely blanked on it.
I really should embrace it more than I do... it's really perfect for me, though I absolutely hated Seinfeld. I know, I know... shame on me. I just thought it was... much like Friends, a show about a bunch of really horribly unlikable people.

Festivus, though... there's something to that.
Especially one particular part.

Yes, ladies and jellybeans, it's time for my Airing of Grievances!

I'm going to try to keep this list to SL related things.
In no particular order...

"See Item In Second Life" on the marketplace... TPing to a giant store and having to hunt for the item. Grrr...

Enormous implant boobies that look like balloons
The HUD on the Lover's Playground furniture. There has to be a better way to organize the textures than the current clusterfuck. 

Gorgeous builds in Second Life that are always, always empty. Maybe this makes me sad, rather than pissed off, actually.
People that have a Flickr account for their SL avi and post photos of their RL selves. I don't wanna see that.

On that same note, people who post pictures of their children. That's some damn fine parenting right there, people. First photo is of you (SL you) tied to a cross, naked, covered in whip marks, jizz and/or blood. Probably being fucked by some sort of wildebeast or something. The next photo is of your (RL) toddler petting a puppy. What the fuck? For starters, your child isn't old enough to give INFORMED CONSENT to you creating a digital footprint for them in the first place. Secondly... just seriously? Why? Get your ass to Facebook with that. Your REAL FB, not your SL FB.
Women who loudly and proudly proclaim themselves to be a bitch in their profiles. Ladies, being a raging bitch is nothing to be proud of. It's an insult to strong women. We've been struggling forever to be treated equally... being a thunder cunt sets us back eons. Stop that shit. 
How hard it is to find good original mesh clothing, and when you do find a designer, how long it takes for them to put out new stuff. I have the lindens... I'll spend them if you give me stuff to spend them on.

On that subject, the plethora of "designers" who just buy templates and apply textures, leading to thousands of items on the MP that are just copy-cats. I don't care that you bought a full perm template. You aren't a designer.  
All the gacha items on the MP. I get that there is a market for that stuff... but, geez, it's annoying having to scroll through it all.

Trying to TP to new shopping events when they first open and getting the "region full" message over and over.
Being bored in SL and having not a single friend online.

Frowny-faced avatars. Why so miserable? Adjust those lip sliders! C'mon... you can do it! Smile! Smile, god damn it! Frowny-face doesn't make you look exotic and mysterious... it makes you look constipated.
Along the same lines... using those facial expression HUDs. Oh, people... they're just awful! Nobody's face looks like that! No matter which expression you choose (with the exception of the open mouth- handy for sex) they all make you look like you're embarrassed and in pain. 

Recently, I've found myself being subscribed to things I never subscribed to. Buying an item in your shop does NOT mean I want to be spammed with all your new releases. I know how to subscribe if I want. Doing it without my consent is a sure-fire way to insure that I'll never buy from you again.
Hideously ugly BDSM furniture. And how about some lite-BDSM options? Dutchie does it right. Others should learn from Froukje's success.

I hate the music in most of the clubs. Especially the types of clubs I'd enjoy if it weren't for the atrocious music. I know it's completely subjective. But holy God, I hate house music. Trance, industrial, techno. I hate it. Cannot stand it. I want an adult-themed club that plays the music I want them to play. Yes, you bet your ass Taylor Swift is on my fantasy SL playlist. 
"Darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream..."
Buying fatpacks of makeup, and all the colors have names like Passion, or Imperial, but don't come with a photo showing what each shade is so you have to go through them all until you find the shade you're looking for. I need a key, damn it!

Sending a notecard to a creator with questions about an item and not getting an answer.
Er... I guess that's enough. I've actually been working on this post for months, but keep forgetting about it.

So, that's out of the way! Now to begin a new year... with new grievances, I'm sure!
Happy Boxing Day!

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

I Got Nuthin'

Just pictures.
I upgraded to Pixlr Pro.
 So I had to play and see what new stuff I gots to edit photos.
 It's kinda fun.
Oh, and had to try all the poses I bought on sale the other day. :-)
Also, I tried the new Maitreya mesh body today. I was impressed with the neck blending... BUT I hated the boobs.
I liked their HUD, too, but not enough to make the switch from Belleza. Tricky has promised me there's an update coming in January anyway, with a new HUD and new alpha layers.
I've had a few issues with the Belleza Venus, but I have to say the customer service I've received from Tricky, though perhaps without all the answers I'd like to hear (I'm impatient) has been fabulous. Fast and I definitely get the feeling he wants the feedback and is very much trying to make the improvements.
I know some folks have all the mesh bodies and use them for different things. I'm way too lazy and I really do love this body. I know it's all a matter of personal preference, but this is the body for me. I'm a Belleza girl.
Oh, wait, this post is just supposed to be photos. Right.

babble babble babble
I like the new options I have with the Pixlr Pro. Don't know that I'll use all of them very often, but it's fun to have choices!
Look, I'm all abstract and shit!
I thought this was pretty awesome.
This one is my favorite, though... it reminds me of the great Carl Sagan quote, "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Did you know I have an almost unhealthy obsession and love for Taylor Swift? Yes, I'm currently listening to my girl. I want to have a slumber party with her, and do each other's makeup and talk about boys and bake cookies and practice making out. So what if I'm 20 years older than her? We could still be besties!
And on that note, it's time for me to go to bed. I have to work tomorrow, damn it, though I suspect there won't be much work getting done. I'll be sending dirty emails to my fella, telling him all the naughty, depraved things I'm going to do to him when he gets home.

So... off to dream with all those happy thoughts in my head.

Life is good, y'all.

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