Wax On, Wax Off

Raise your hand if you love the waxing.

I like treating myself to a full Brazilian bikini wax. There is something exciting about being smooth and clean. I believe that we should treat ourselves to something special that makes us feel more feminine, more erotic, and much more naughty.

My mother was in town this past month and for her birthday, I took her to my waxer. (And she went for the full waxing and absolutely loved it!) I live in a fairly large metro area and there are plenty of salons close to my home, but I drive almost 45 minutes to get to mine. She is simply fabulous.

So, do you wax? Do you like to play with smooth and hairless or do you prefer a little patch?

The Starbucks Test

One of Rafe's friends had told him about the Starbucks test. The test people who meet in real life (after meeting online) should undergo for their first encounter.

It's easy for people to get caught up in the moment of cyber fun and excitement. People develop feelings and emotions for the person "behind the avatar" and often there is wistful discussions of meeting in real life for real. Those of us who are active in virtual worlds have probably heard or know a person who attempted to meet a virtual friend and got stood up, or scammed.

The starbucks test is the first step in determining if someone is really interested in moving forward. Are they willing to say they will meet you for a coffee and just chat. No hugs, no kisses, no promises, no attachments... just a coffee.

When Rafe asked me if I would meet with him in real life... and would I meet with him at a Starbucks, I told him I absolutely would. In the end... we didn't make it to a Starbucks until our 3rd or 4th day together. We kind of skipped that test. But we did take a moment to have a little sit down at Starbucks in SL. So, what "tests" do you have for meeting someone new?

Flash Fiction

Piercing daggers of light bounce off chrome in the afternoon traffic. Lillian blinks and yanks her purse off the floorboard of the passenger seat. She glances at the slow moving mass and begins digging. Her hand frantically pushes aside whatever doesn’t feel right, finally her fingers brush over her familiar sunglasses. She pulls them out and pushes them onto her face. A loud honk causes her a quick flinch and she glances in the rearview mirror. Her hands tighten on the wheel. Another honk, short and annoying. Her knuckles turn from pink to white. Three short honks. An ache in her jaw makes her slowly unclench the tightened muscles.

The cars begin to inch forward. Still gripping the steering wheel she slams on her breaks.

Her car lurches; another honk; another slam on the breaks.

Her bottle of water slides out of the cup holder, splashing her jeans. She grabs at it and throws it in the back seat, water splatters. Her shoulders tighten, lifting her chest, her breasts rise and fall as she breathes. She continues glancing in the rearview mirror. An arm is now waving and pointing at her from the car behind.

She quickly raises her hand and flips a bird. A long honk responds. She can hear a voice spouting obscenities, though muffled by her window. She rolls it down to stick her arm out and wave back with a finger.

Her heart is pounding, her palms are sweating. She pounds at the stereo, quickly pressing the station keys. A flash of pain, her nail hangs lose at the quick, a bead of blood rises. She feels a rush starting in her chest, quickly rising to her face. She sucks at her finger, quickly biting off the lose nail. She sees her flushed cheeks in the mirror and a man approaching. She tightens her fist and waits for his approach, with her other hand she again reaches for her purse. He places his hands on the door, leaning down to look in at her.

He calls her a name; her hand finds her nail file. He calls her mother a name; she lunges.She jabs the pointed file into the soft flesh of his hand, he screams and jumps back.

She watches him and slowly raises her window. Slowly she accelerates, once more moving with traffic. She releases a deep sigh and slightly shakes her head. A catchy tune begins to play and she hums along.

What if you get bored?

So, I’m skipping all the details, but the short story is I’m leaving my husband and I’m going to move in with my partner that I met in Second Life. Only 10,000 miles separate us at the moment, but soon we’ll be together again.

My mother asked me the other day, what if you get bored again. Since one of my major issues with my soon to be ex was being completely and totally bored, sexually, mentally, etc.

I looked at her for a moment and said, what if I do? Why does society dictate that a choice made can never be unmade? What if I do get bored. Rafe and I have a great understanding and we both share a need for adventure and change. He makes major changes and so do I.

If I get bored, I’m going to say I am bored and together we’ll find new excitement… or we’ll change again.

I have never understood why our society seems so rigid in making relationship changes a negative experience. If you are bored, if you feel unappreciated, if you aren’t stimulated… you have every right to seek fulfillment. We only get one life and at any time, it could end. Why not seek and find happiness?

Just because you made a choice a dozen years or so ago to share your life with one person… that doesn’t mean you can never make a new choice. Every day we have the opportunity to make choices.

My mother was surprised by my answer, but after a moment she agreed with me, understanding my point of view… .

So, what will you do if you get bored in your life?

Erotica: A Dream to Share

The lights are off when I come home. I kick off my shoes and drop the keys on the table. The illumination from my alarm clock guides me to my bedroom. I pull at my shirt, lifting it over my shoulders. The fabric blocks my vision.

I gasp. Warm hands circle my ribcage and pull me. My back presses against hot flesh. The hands slide up, slipping under the strap of my lacy bra. My hands still hold the shirt, waiting. A flick of fabric and my bra releases, my breasts swing free and I can not stop the sigh that escapes.

With a tug my shirt is pulled off, I feel the softest touch of warmth as lips press against my neck. My nipples pucker, thickening. Those hands return to my body, this time to lift my breasts and squeeze them, rubbing over my nipples. I moan as they are pinched and rolled.

I shift my hips, the rigid shaft of a cock presses against me… My pussy lips twitch as they grow warm. I inhale and breathe in the scent of arousal.

I turn around and my nipples press against your chest. You slide your fingers through my hair and pull, our mouths touch and the taste of you sends a flush through my body. Your lips devour mine, my tongue slides over yours.

I run my hands over your shoulders and down your back. Yours cup my ass. My fingers slip under the elastic waistband of your boxers. Slowly, I slide them down your hips.

Your hands turn into fists in my hair. You press lightly. I kiss your chin and slowly slide down your body. I kiss your chest, swirling a tongue around your nipple. I trail a path down your stomach, nibble at the sensitive flesh of your pelvis. Your cock twitches and I smile. I look up at you, the heat of your gaze burning with intensity.

I open my mouth and take your cock between my lips. The salty taste of your desire makes me hunger for more. My tongue wraps around the head and I take you deeper into my mouth. You hold yourself still as I press until I can take you no further, your cock deep in my throat. I suck softly and swallow, letting my mouth and throat close on your shaft.

I pull away, your cock springing from my lips. It glistens with my saliva. I close my hand around the base of your shaft and lick at your cock. I watch you watching me. My mouth and tongue dancing over your sensitive flesh, with my other hand I cup your balls and squeeze them. Your hips begin to rock and you pull my face to them, forcing your cock deeper and faster. I taste your arousal and moan, the sound vibrating your cock. I place my hands on your thighs, moving upward until my nails can dig into your ass cheeks.

Your rhythm speeds up and I feel your balls tighten. Your panting excites me and my swollen pussy lips drip. I slip a hand under my skirt and slide a finger into the wet folds. I groan and quiver; your cock gyrating into my mouth, my finger rubbing my clit. Your body goes rigid and you cry out as hot cum shoots into my mouth. I swallow quickly trying not to lose a drop.
Your hands move over my shoulders and you pull me up, you lift my hand and suck the juices from my finger, desire peaks and my legs weaken. You press against me, pushing me back to the bed. I am fevered with need.

Your body brushes mine as you lay me down. Your hands slide up my inner thigh. Your finger finds my pussy and I moan, begging you to fill me. You grin at my need and lower your head. Your arms push my legs open wide and you slide your tongue into my slit. I jerk and cry out with pleasure.

Your fingers spread my folds, my swollen clit trembling. You suck it gently into your mouth. My pussy clenches and I feel my juices dripping. Your tongue begins to fuck me and I can not control my hips as they writhe beneath your touch. My breathing is short and raspy as you drink me in. Your tongue dances over my flesh, dipping into me. Teasing me. Driving me wild.

I feel the pressure building in my belly. You hear it in my moans and your tongue flicks faster against me. A wave of pleasure crashes through me as my orgasm causes me to yell out your name. My body sings with release and I close my eyes.

I wake to light peeking through my blinds. My home is empty, the passion only a wisp of a dream. I get up and go about my day, knowing I will return for another night with my shadow lover.

Haiku

Incorporeal
Beings touch in pixel dreams
Passion fills the void

To New Beginnings

When I first joined Second Life in 2007, it was simply to see what the hype was all about. Having been a gamer for over ten years, I considered myself a fairly competent explorer of the metaverse. I had started with telnetting, zmudding, and moved up the ranks of mmorpg’s over the years. Plus some strong gaming addictions which lead to my family having nearly every gaming console as it was released.

I had been with my spouse for over ten years and as time had progressed, my needs changed. The young woman I was at 17 and the needs I thought I had, changed. The woman I am today at 32 has far different desires, needs, and self-awareness. Not to mention… I was bored senseless.

My first avatar was quite an experience and I enjoyed a variety of pastimes in Second Life: sculpting, texturing, dancing, “stripping”, owning a business and more. In May, I created an alternate character, Keaira. I had decided that I was going to use Second Life to pursue my sexual needs and I was going to live vicariously through the fantasies I could explore in this virtual realm.

My first day I had met approximately ten or twelve very appealing gentlemen and had a great time… On the second or third day of my new self, I met a very enticing man from overseas. I had not used the voice portion of Second Life and this man introduced me to it. His avatar was Rafe Clary and he ran the voice sexhibitionists’ group. I had never had voice sex in Second Life either. *phew* we’ll save the discussions on voice sex for another day… but it warms me up just thinking about it. The things we did… in public, for any and all to hear. It was an awakening.

Anyway, Rafe and I spent on average of six to eight hours a day with each other. Every day. Some days we’d be together for up to 16 hours. Yes, we were fiends. Where was my husband you ask? Sitting on the couch.

In September, my husband and I entered counseling. I stopped my Second Life adventuring to see if what we had could be repaired. At the beginning of the year, I told him it was over and now I’m back. I am surrounded by boxes as I pack up my life.

And what happened to Rafe? Well, he came to see me. He traveled from New Zealand to Minnesota to spend two wonderful weeks with me. The reality simply can not compare to the fantasy, it’s so much better. He’ll be coming back very shortly and we’ll be sharing our lives together. I’m not here to judge or be judged. Life is what you make of it and I plan on enjoying every minute I can.

Changes, Changes, Changes

My Second Life had quite an impact on my first life.... I'll have to share all the details!

The Return

Overwhelming loss
Grief surrounds and drowns until
Time claims the silent

Palin, Naughty or Not? Results are in.... NOT!

Let's face it, the American culture and structure of our society is very unstable right now. We've been on a steady decline for some time. The Republicans and Democrats are to blame, they are both there, both are looking at the bills, the reports, and seeing the responses of the American people.

There is no quick fix to our situation, but the time for band-aids is over. Our government needs an intense and critical overhaul. Many in America pay more attention to the Operations of Fortune 500 companies than they do our government. Why is that? When did the American people become so disengaged? Or did they just stop listening to us?

Governments and the backbone of "law and order" within any society must also change and adapt. What we've seen is the gap between our changing society and the unchanging of our government. There is a big disconnect and it's not going to be easy to fix.

Both sides have some positives and some negatives, obviously. I'm a democrat and I'm an Obama/Biden supporter. They give me hope. They give me a sense of security. They give me the feeling that they might be able to begin to bridge that gap. With that said, I'm a realist; I know he won't be able to fix everything in a single term (if ever, really). But, what I am hopeful for is some progressive growth in the right direction.

Our nation has been shamed. We have lost our position of power. We have lost the respect of our brother and sister nations. We are a people torn by misalignment on major issues and petty bickering on the minor ones.

As a woman, I am ashamed of Palin. If I attending a corporate meeting, do you know what would happen if I just plastered a smile on my face, winked at my co-workers and rambled on about topics that were not on the agenda? Well, I’d probably not be invited back to meetings on that topic and I may find an HR rep standing near me mentioning what is and isn’t appropriate behavior in the work place. Then when performance review came around, being prepared, engaged, knowledgeable and being a contributing member to company productivity would probably receive low scores – because I did not exhibit any of those necessary traits.

Stop and think about that for a moment. If that was your supervisor talking to you in a team meeting, who just winked at you and smiled and ignored your questions – would you trust her? Would you be a satisfied and motivated employee?

This is no pageant with a tiara, this is a highly important role within our culture and society. An individual to represent us. To guide us. To help shape the future of our nation. A person to stand in and keep us strong should our President die or become incapacitated. Do you think she’s capable?

Is her behavior what we want in a representative not only as a government official in international affairs, but to represent our country as the first female Vice President?

Is that really how we want other nations to view the female population of the United States? That we are airheads that are pretty to look at but lack the ability for critical thought and eloquent execution of communication? That we can’t think on our own? That we can’t quickly think of the New York Times (or Time, or Newsweek, or shoot… how about CNN????) as a worthy newsource? That we can’t think of a single Supreme Court case to offer debate on rulings?

Women of our nation have come far in the world. This is not the time to take steps backward.

I will be at the polls on election day supporting Obama and Biden. They have my respect. I do have a sense of hope with them. That is what we need. We need hope. We need to feel engaged with our government. What we need to do as a nation is fight for our government. If you support McCain/Palin, that is your right and I respect your choices. But I urge everyone, no matter their side to stand up and vote. Now more than ever the American people need to show the government how serious we are.

When the Real Life side of the scale tips...

For those of us who like to refer to themselves as Gamers, there tends to come a time when the level of gaming addiction or obsession reaches a burn out pinnacle. For some the lure of VW’s and fantasy pulls away from real life.

Some gamers are fortunate to keep RL and Gaming Life separate. For 10 years I was fortunate to have a very nice balance between my real life time and my “fun” time. For the last year and a half, I’ve been completely addicted to Second Life.

The stimulation, creativity, social aspects, so much of it met so many of my needs. Unfortunately, my balance slipped and I crossed the line from RL to SL. I spent every free moment in SL. I grew attached to people. Those people started meaning more to me than the people from my RL.

So, the time has come for a forced break from Second Life. It’s been two weeks now and I’ve been able to resist the temptation of logging in. I miss my friends, more than anything else. I admit to definitely missing the shopping as well.

It's difficult to think that I'll not ever come back. I suppose I will just have to wait and see what life has in store for me.

My thoughts are with you

For all of people in Texas and the surrounding states that are impacted by Ike.

Yes, Somebody Is Home...

I was surfing through new members on the Second Life Bloggers social group on ning. I like to do that as it's a great way to find interesting blogs and I also think it's a nice way to welcome people to the network. Nothing like link love :)

I saw the new member, Arabesque Baroque and hopped over to her fashion blog and saw a link to her new blog that will list her Second Life adventures. I read her post, Is Anybody Home?

And it made me think back over the past of my Second Life. Yes, I'm a reinvented Second Lifer, like a few others. I remember my first month in Second Life and finding a "job" as a dancer in a club... as soon as I had a job, what did I do? I ran out and rented an apartment! And then went shopping! I partnered with a fellow and together we went through three homes. One was an oriental themed, one was a beach/safari theme, and our last home together was a giant ass castle.

I enjoyed decorating all of them. Naturally, I needed different furnishings and decor for each style of home we had. One thing though, and this is what I think Arabesque is alluding to, or perhaps I'm just off on my own tangent... is that it is lonely in a home on a sim when no one else is home. What do you do in an empty SL home if you aren't a builder or designer?

Does it feel a need of social togetherness to have a home but never be there or with "neighbors"? Is there a sense of community in owning a home?

For me, that sense of community is extremely important. If I wanted to be lonely, I'd sit on my couch and watch People's Court. Friends make Second Life exciting and fun, at least for me. I'm very social, very friendly, and I love to help people.

I met Rafe nearly hours after I came into SL as this version of myself. He had the Voice Sex group and tended to hang out with most of his friends at Devotion club. When we learned that Devotion might be on its way out of SL, we looked around for another spot to have our gang hang out in. Our friend, Anais, gratiously let us use some of her land to build a hang out club.

Because I was a reinvention, I had some funds and assets in SL that I just wanted to reuse and get some new land and maybe build a social area or shopping area. Rafe and I teamed up and worked together to build Incubus. It started as a small idea and turned into us owning 3/4 of an Open Sim and building shopping areas and a social hang out area.

For us, this is one facet of our community and our Second Life. It's important to us to socialize and be with our friends. First, we are both very sexual and open with that sexuality. Being sluts is such fun. Arousing people, building desire, sharing the passion.... we are totally into it.

Beyond that, with our friends, we want to know how they are. We want to know what's troubling them. We want to see what interests them. We will sometimes go shopping as a group 4, 5, or 6 of us... sometimes we'll all work on a project, each of us bringing a skill or idea to the table. Sometimes we just sit and talk about tiny empires and lament on yet another missed festival.

So, to end my long and probably boring, rambling... My home is where my friends are. Whether it's at Incubus, or Bound & Determined, or Fishing, or Shopping...

Hump Day! Hail Mighty Phallic Symbol

Ha, Ha, Ha. I made you look!

The other day a few of us were starting a new building project on Incubus and Cyphien Heart stopped by. He recently acquired my friend, Starr, and he is quite the catch. If you don't know him, he's one of the owners and designers of the Simboarding Arena and Lounge. They have weekly competitions over the weekend and those are broadcast on SLCN.TV. (Yes, that’s a shameless plug for him, go check him out.)

He’s a fabulous designer and I was mumbling, ok, complaining a little about the sculptie columns I had and how they weren’t very good and that I wanted a square one, not a round one. Cyphien came to the rescue and quickly made me a fabulous square sculptie pillar and even textured it for me.

He also made a cute little tshirt with the Incubus logo on it and the phrase, “I fucked Cherith” on the back. We plan on giving it to everyone who plays with her in voice. There are already quite a few we’ll have to send it off to. For those of you who don’t know, she’s our sub that we let any of the group members use.

Anyway, I can’t wait to use my new pillar.

New Friends are Always Fun!

We are a very social crowd, those of us who hang out at Incubus, and we always have room for more friends. I tease that Rafe and I are people collectors. We go out, find new and interesting people, and then just kind of bring them into our SL family. A few days ago, Rafe met a lovely lady named Ayana. She's delightful and over the past two days we've spent some fun times with her.

Although, Rafe and I did have some naughty time together where we went hopping between a couple of free newbie sex areas. It's always fun to be loud in voice in a crowd of newbies... just excites me so. I did find a few new friends along that little trip as well, *winks*. I have a list of "pick up" lines to say to men who voice in such places. Cherith has a list as well, we are always happy to test them out on people. I'll have to list a few of them, I suppose. Now that I've gotten completely off topic thinking about our naughty escapades, let me get back on track.

We also love to go shopping together, the bigger the crowd of us, the funner it is. Anyway, Ayana had longer hair and less black and white clothing... but after only a day or two, she's been through what Cherith and I call.... the Rafe makeover... :) She is not one of the voice sexers, but she is one of our family now. We totally went shopping at Twisted Rose and a few other spots!

Auction Coming Up!

12th September 2008 at 8:00 pm SLT

Incubus: Heart of a Demon

Come and offer yourself up for either sex in voice, in cam, or whatever services you'd like to offer. Auctionees will receive 60% of the proceeds and 40% will go to the group.

Prior to the beginning to the auction, two girls will play together in voice and cum together.

The auction will start at 8pm SLT Friday. Deals of when the offered activities will happen are between the auctionee and winning bidder.

Following the auction everyone is welcome to stay and socialize with the great people in the Voice Sexhibitionists group. Just to wet your appetite here is a sampling of who will be up for auction....

Rafe Clarey, Keaira Skytower, Cherith Anatra

Get those lindens together and if you have any questions please IM Rafe Clary or Keaira Skytower or Cherith Anatra.

Monday Distractions

I usually don't like Mondays, but today I woke up at 5:00am, yes, an ungodly hour, I know. But it was all in the name of employee morale, so I strolled in and have spent most of the day goofing off with fun activities for coworkers. I decided to take a break (yeah, it's hard work playing with diet coke and mentos all day) and surf some blogs of SL Bloggers.

After seeing some "plurks" on those blogs and reading a post by someone that I forgot to take note of... Anyway, I decided to check it out too, cause I'm a nut. It does seem a lot like Twitter and I don't really get the point of Twitter. Anyway, I'm sure I'll play with it for a day or two and then completely forget about it. That's how I roll.

Then I was back on SL Bloggers and checking out the new members and flipped over to Newdoll Nikolaidis' Flickr stream and got distracted by one of those lovely blog gizmos. So I just had to do it. Let's see, this is the tarot card it says I am. I'm sure it's a highly technical and refined system and can trust it completely.

You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

When days are very, very good....

Yesterday was just one of those great Second Life days. Spending hours and hours with your friends and having fun. We actually spent a total of probably four hours or so voice fucking. Just one after another, periodically having a break and then going back for more. *sighs* Always nice when you can do that.... so the entire day was spent hanging out, socializing, and getting some naughty in. I'd go into detail, but no one reads this blog yet.... and I'm feeling particularly lazy today!

Then we decided we needed to take some pictures! Here are a couple from last evening with some of our friends!

Meet Puddles, my little puppy

My friend, Sexi, has the cutest little kitty on her shoulder that will jump out and scratch anyone who touches it. It's so cute. Anyway, we went over to XD Fusion and I simply had to get myself a little friendly puppy.

I have named him, Puddles. Isn't he cute? He's absolutely adorable. His sister, Pebbles, lays around in a box all day. If you click on Puddles he'll jump off, run over to you, and hump your leg!

He's such a good puppy.

Gothic Doll

I saw a post on Juicybomb about some inexpensive fun skins at Domestic -V and as a compulsive shopper... I just had to take a peek. Well, the doll skins are now at 80% off or $100L. I simply cannot pass by a deal like that. So I decided to do a little shopping!

I'm wearing:

Domestic -V Sloth Doll Skin

A hair I picked up from the Hair Fair

Abyss Boots

Graves Zip Dress

Omega collar and cuffs