Sunday, July 16, 2017

Waves of Bliss

I hesitate to say this out loud because I don't want to jinx it...

But wow, is my life good right now!
Allow me to introduce you all to Jude, this delicious creature lying on top of me. Jude, everyone... everyone, Jude.

He's Nat's partner. Just so we have this all straight, we have... I have... my darling Michael, who introduced me to Nat, the stunning women from my previous blog post, and Nat introduced me to her Jude.

We clicked. I mean, we all clicked like... er... clickity-clicky things do. I've been wanting something like this for soooooooo long, you guys! An open relationship with another amazing couple where all parties are mature, intelligent, funny... sexy. A small group of extremely intimate friends who are able to communicate... to share and leave the damn drama behind and just... be.
I'm drifting... back to the story of our Saturday night!

Nat had plans out in the real world last night, as did Michael, so Jude and I were able to spend some time together getting to know one another. We were sort of the last pieces of the puzzle that needed to, um... find our fit. Michael and Nat were already lovers, Michael, Jude and Nat were already lovers, Michael and I are certainly lovers, Nat and I were well on our way... and last night, Jude and I were able to come together as well.

And it was all so beautifully organic and natural and unforced.
Jude took me sailing... and only tossed me overboard once. We talked quite a bit about everything that was going on before we even touched each other. He and Nat have been together since nearly the beginning of Second Life and I absolutely adore this amazing foundation they have together... this strength and confidence in what they have built over the years.

The utter trust and love they have is... breathtaking. Their absolute unquestionable bond is palpable. It's beautiful.

And Jude is a beautiful man... inside and out. This is someone who will be a friend, as well as a lover... just as Nat is.
As Jude and I were coming down from the tidal wave of sex on the beach, Nat came home. After some snuggling, we all dressed and went to Teqi's for a bit.

We found a couch that would allow us to be together... we've dubbed it "our couch" now... lol.

There was lots of snuggling and lots of talking... sharing... getting to know each other even better. The only piece of our beautiful mosaic that was missing was Michael... but I know he was certainly with us in spirit!
Just look at those two gorgeous people! How very lucky, and blessed, I am to know them!

Intimately.

It was odd, though... you see all sorts of people and odd combinations at Teqi's, yet I couldn't help feeling that we were being stared at... at times, it almost felt like icy daggers stabbing into me.

Or attempting to, anyway. This bitch isn't easily cut.
Whatever.

In truth, I never looked away from these two. I wasn't much interested in the other scenery at the club. I was trembling with what I was feeling... so intense and deep it was. Sparks flying all over the place, electricity arcing between the three of us.

Of course, since we were in Teqi's, Nat and I both started crashing when we were trying to snap some photos and that's just... aggravating. Not sure what it is about that place that just makes my graphics card nope out after a few minutes there. I've even derendered most of the plants and decorations and various particle effects.

HOLY SHIT! The next Dr Who is a woman!

Sorry, breaking news alert... lol.
It was time to head someplace a bit more private to... finish our evening together.

Nat and Jude took me to their boathouse. We attempted to hot tub together, but it wasn't threesome friendly so we went below decks... and got very cozy.

And I finally, finally, got my mouth on Nat's juicy little pussy.
It's been ages since I went down on a woman...

I'm just not sexually attracted to many women. I fucking love cock... and love the men attached to them. And most women that I've encountered come with heaps of drama.

But Nat... god, she's incredible.

And we had so. much. fun.
It felt so natural... organic. I keep using that word for what's happening in my life... in our lives.

It just fits. We all fit together.

It's extraordinary. I lost count of the orgasms these two beautiful souls gave me last night. Mouths, cocks, fingers... god!
That's me grinding on Jude's face, having about the elebenty-bazillionth orgasm of the night, thanks to his tongue... and long fingers in my tight little ass...

shivers

We capped off the evening by sharing Jude's cock... sucking, stroking, kissing... until he shattered, coating us both with thick ropes of cum... it was divine.
Cleaning off his cock, cleaning each other... sharing his delicious taste, his seed... kissing Nat, passing it back and forth between us...

Perfection. Utter and absolute perfection.
One final cuddle pile before I had to crawl off to my bed, on very shaky legs...

Sated and spent and floating on waves of bliss.

I am a very lucky woman, indeed.

Friday, July 14, 2017

Beautiful Girls

Same pose, twelve angles...
I have a new friend. Isn't she gorgeous?

My new fella introduced us... and I'm immeasurably thankful.
In spite of this pose, we don't know each other all that well... yet. But I can already tell that she's sane, and that's a pretty big deal when talking about female friends.

Because, let's face it, with women comes drama. I get enough of that in real life... my sister, my friends, my coworkers... and yes, I am a woman, too, so I can say that.
It's in our DNA, I think. And though we often keep that hidden away from sight in the real world, it's easier to let our bitchiness and lunacy shine through in SL.

Nat, though, is not only stunning, funny and smart... she's also mature. And not in the way 22 year olds think they're mature. She's mature in the way that a woman who has lived and knows that drama is utterly senseless and unnecessary with good communication and openness.
So yeah, I like her. A lot. And I'm very much looking forward to getting to know her and her partner much better... in all sorts of delicious ways.

Whether it's just talking, or rolling around the sheets, or shopping or posing for a sexy photo (or twelve!) I know it'll be fun and relaxing... and arousing.
You know I'm not really into women in a sexual way. I don't consider myself bisexual at all.

But sometimes a woman comes along, someone I just click with. And I know that our men will not only approve, but join us as well.
And isn't that what SL is all about? Making friends, making lovers...?

Oh sure, I know there is a literal world of other things to do in Second Life, but that's not the primary focus of my SL.
This is my fun time... my relaxing time. My time to shut out all the distractions and problems in the real world.

It's not a game... it's never a game. But it is a place to immerse myself for a few hours and forget all the rest of the things.
And have orgasms. Lots and lots of them.

Kinky ones, vanilla ones, multiple ones... ALL THE ORGASMS!

Without turning it into some histrionic form of art. It doesn't need to be a Shakespearean drama. It doesn't have to be a dramedy.
It can just be... fun.

And there's not a thing wrong with that.

Of course, when you grow close to people, unless you're an asshole, you experience their joys and their pains. Because you care about them, and you learn about their lives within SL, and outside of it, too.

And that's beautiful as well.
But when it becomes all too heavy, and all too much drama and intrigue, and it's created and manufactured within the confines of Second Life... then no.

When everything is bitchy words about someone else, and all he said/she said bullshit, it might just be time to walk away.
But... from what I can tell so far, Nat isn't one of those girls.

Because she is a woman, and not a little girl playing games for the sake of game-play.
And we're going to enjoy this to the nth degree. 

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

The Dominant Male

I had other topics I wanted to write about today.

I did.

I had a bunch of stuff I wanted to write about. I was going to talk about the normalization of the sexualization of children in SL through hentai, kawaii and all that shit. I also wanted to talk about how much I hate the 4th of July because it's terrible for pets AND nothing to celebrate since we have Trump Jung-Un in office.
But I just don't feel like getting into anything heavy today, so I'm putting all that on hold.

I'm trying a new, paler skin... what do you think? I have a lover that likes pale women so I'm giving it a go. It's still not terribly pale, I know, but anything lighter than this just looked weird to me. Baby steps, right? Perhaps once I get used to this, I'll take another step lighter. 

I like it, though. 
It's going to make bruises really visible...

Did you all know I'm a pain slut? I hate that nomenclature, though. I guess masochist works just as well, doesn't it?

That sounds so extreme, though. Anyone who has ever had sex with me knows I can get off on pleasure just as easily as I do pain.

But I do like the pain. Love the feeling of being... taken. Used. Not so much forced, though that can be delicious, too, but... just having a man who isn't afraid to handle me roughly. A man who frees his inner beast with me (as long as he doesn't actually start howling like a wolf - yes, I had that happen recently) and just gets utterly primal with me. Raw. Brutal.
A man who isn't shy about using his belt on me, or a whip. Or a cane. 

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NOT to be mistaken with a man who enjoys humiliating or abusing women. There is a difference. A big difference. And if you have to have that explained to you, there is a good chance that you just won't get it. 

Yes, I'm talking to you, men-who-call-themselves-doms-in-SL. Most of them, anyway. A truly dominant man doesn't need to wear a label. He just is. He doesn't have a checklist of requirements copied straight out of BDSM For Dummies on his profile.

He doesn't insist on being called "Master". He doesn't need to... he knows he is. Actually, he probably doesn't even think of himself in those terms at all. He just knows who he is, is comfortable in his own skin, confident in his masculinity and his sexuality.
And he loves strong women. Respects them. Admires them and surrounds himself with them. They're drawn to him, the essence of him. He considers intelligence an aphrodisiac.

He isn't trying to break a woman - he's encouraging her to spread her wings and fly. He's giving her a safe haven to open herself to him, to be everything she can be, with him.

He knows there is strength in submission, that it is a gift to revel in, and never take for granted. He isn't afraid to show his emotions, his passion, his respect and admiration, and yes, love. He knows it isn't a weakness.
He doesn't need to force a woman to her knees... No, with a man who is a true dominant, she kneels willingly, joyously.

For him.

She wants to make him proud. She isn't a snotty little brat, she doesn't try to push him, to make him punish her.

She doesn't think being a bitch is an attractive trait. She walks tall, and proudly. She doesn't look at the ground, she looks up... she meets his eyes.

Together, they are a force of nature. And he gets the pieces of her that are inaccessible to anyone other than him.
At least, that's my definition of a dominant man. I'm sure it's different for others, and I suppose that's okay, but... I also tend to think that the men and women who are into humiliation and degradation (as well as the daddy dom/baby girl lifestyle) probably have some deep psycho-sexual issues that need to be worked out with through therapy.

But that's just me.

Huh... okay, I went off on a little tangent there, didn't I? And yes, as you may suspect, I've met someone. And that's really all I'm prepared to share for now.
It has lead me to make some interesting new purchases, though. I'm now the owner of a boob slapper and an ass slapper. It's cool... it reddens gradually with each slap. He is the only one able to spank me, though, so if  you see me out in a club, don't even try it. I've asked the creator to make a snatch slapper, too... lol. I hope she does! I've also got some nice little choking marks to go around my throat when he puts his big hand around my neck and squeezes while he's thrusting deep inside me.

I made another new purchase that I haven't had a chance to try yet. A full body cum system, controlled by him. Apparently, when he ejaculates, he'll be able to decide where he's cumming on my body, and it will be visible. 

And not removable by me until I either take a shower, a dip in the water, or use a special towel to wipe it off myself. Can't wait to see how well it works!

And no, he didn't ask or order me to buy any of this stuff. He might even think it's goofy, I don't know. The important thing is that it was my idea, and my choice.
So yeah... Happy Blow Shit Up, Terrify the Pets, and Rue the Day We Won the Revolutionary War Day!

PS - I bet Donald Trump thinks he's a dominant male. I also bet I could bring him to his knees and have him crying like a little girl in under two minutes flat.

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