The bored whore song

Me: "La la la la"
Me: "It's the bored whore song!"
Punter: "Elmo's song"
Me: "Maybe Elmo is a bored whore?"
Hooker one: "Well, he is so skinny, he should be bored.."
Me: "Elmo might have the money to hire one of us.."

It must be awfully boring in Sesame street, without the hookers...

History of vehicles in Secondlife exhibition

Today I decided to have a look at another event that was annouced on the Secondlife login screen: the exposition of the history of vehicles in SL. It is said to feature over 130 different vehicles, from different periods in SL History.

The entrance of the exhibition was an original one. It used the Tardis, from the famous Doctor Who series. After exiting it, I noticed that this area was mostly about cars. And one or two bikes. I wondered if there would be other vehicle types. And yes, I was also the only street walker in the area. No competition. But I didn't think much about that, nowadays, business often comes in through IM for me.

Next I ran into something that looked like the kind of thing that happens when men look at me, instead of at the road. A Bethillac Impala, built by Bethi Catteneo. I liked the caar wreck scene, most of all, I think.

At the building I walked in next I saw some of the iconic stuff from the early days in Secondlife: prim vehicles, built using the original SL building tools. In some ways this is still the most charming stuff of all.

 Who would have guessed that Back to the Future would now be a thing from the past? It still looks pretty though.

This bug was built by Jetter AquaJet as a Kiss tribute model.

As I walked on, flaunting my assets on the road, I walked into the Flintstones car, and also a bunch of carriages from fairy tales. Santa's sled was also here. No Santa, I guess he doesn't show this time of year. Pity, I would have liked a ride on his back seat.

(to be continued..)

The whore and the professor

It is not every day that I get to meet a man of great intellect in the streets. Normally they are a bit scared of the pimps and the thugs and they don't dare to get out of their car, or taxi. Unless they visit one of the sex clubs or titty bars around here of course. But then they prefer to be brought and picked up by a cab.

This friendly man was a welcome exception to this rule though. His Secondlife bio told me that he is a wellknown professor of Social Psychology. He specialises in Alternative Sexuality and Sexual Diversity, with many groundbreaking publications in his name. With such a brave man I was not surprised, naturally.

Although, as his profile gracefully admitted, Professor Simon had been in rough weather lately, having been accused of sexual relations with a number of his undergraduate students and maybe being too fanatic as a collector and connoiseur or erotics, he was most kind to me and complimented me on my writing.

Before I had the chance to offer his an expert fellatio at a most agreeable rate, he already apologized for his having to leave again. Those academics, always in a hurry....

My last World Cup gig as a street hooker

Tonight will be the last match for Brazil at the 2014 World Cup. They failed miserably of course in the semi finals. Which is good news for me: I got a booking with a group of men the other day: 22 of them. One of them is said to have a back injury, I was asked not to be too rough on him.

Mondays mondays

Early monday morning and who's on the prowl?

A bunch of street prostitutes, looking for their first fixes this week. Their butts turning around in little circles before your eyes. Which one will you pick?
She extinguishes her cigarette and grabs a box of condoms from her handbag. The banknotes disappear in it. Her bottom seems happy and eager as she walks down the street, a fixation point for your eyes as you disappear round the corner of the alley.

The Good Old Days

Sometimes I long for the good old days, when being a street hooker didn't mean hours and hours of pointless loitering. Oh boy, what am I telling myself? It has always been like this. Waiting for a lucky guy with some spare cash who wants to use me for his daily deposit of cum.

But then, what can I say? The feeling won't stay. After a while there's always a guy that bursts the bubble of pity. Someone nice, who bends me over his desk or facefucks me while his wife is taking the kids for a stroll in the park.

What can I say? I like all men, as long as they pay.