A prayer for Valentines

A prayer for Valentines

Girlfriends, fiancées, wives and mothers,

bring them to me, your adulterous men. Your neglected husbands, boyfriends and sons. Let them leave their homes hungry and horny and yearning for more. Let their eyes and their tails wander and their cute cocks grow as I flicker false lashes at them and wiggle my butt.

Provide them with ample pocket money to spill on my tits and I'll gladly roll on my tattooed back and make them shout and scream and cry like a pig and want to come back, again and again.
 
And I will return them to you, your proud fathers and husbands and lovely sons, your merry studs and stallions. All warmed up for that is my calling,

I will make them happy for you,

Amen, says I

Whotter plays with a fox and a pony

I had a little walk to a part of town where it is especially messy. There is rubbish all over the place there and no one ever bothers to clean it up. Cars, car parts, all kinds of scrap metal amidst abandoned houses. I won't be surprised if there are some bodies lying around in the place.

I went there because it is one of Whotter's regular hangouts. He likes to go there and eat stuff, play with whatever he finds lying about. When I arrived I saw he had discovered a fox. They were playing. It was just too cute, so I spied on him from behind a wall.

Then I noticed Rachael and her friend Pony walk in. Whotter thought Pony very interesting, apparently. He immediately walked towards her. Maybe the manes did it, or her large ponytail.
He followed Pony around for a while, basically until she was tired of the little bugger and walked off. Then Whotter went back to look for the fox.

It had left as well.

Bored whore

Whoring is boring. That could be the conclusion when you see the picture I just found back from 4 years ago: me leaning against a street lantern. This is exactly what I am doing now. Little changed.

Oh well... Yes, I got a boob job, new tattoos, new false eyelashes and I give better blowjobs than ever. I suppose I even got really good at this. And I am blogging about it, which is the perfect way to kill time while nothing happens in the streets.

So, on the surface, you could say that 4 years down the road I am still the same bored whore. You may believe this...

Moving away from the traffic

We're always being told how good 'traffic' is in Second Life and how important it is to have many visitors in your region. I can tell you, some days it is a pest to be in a busy place, especially if the 'busyness' doesn't translate to 'business'.

When the street is full of girls who don't communicate (except in instant message maybe, but I can't see that, so they might as well be asleep) and quiet men who either cam around with their other hand in their pants, or who might be just as AFK, then it's time to move away a bit.
For me the trade-off is simple: I create a filter this way, that makes sure that people have to walk towards me to get in chat range. AFK people don't walk. So this way I ensure that when someone gets near, I know it is eather an active colleague or an interested punter.
Isn't it all quiet and lonely like this? Yes, sometimes. But I prefer to spend some time on this blog and wait for a sound from my radar or an IM window to trigger me.

In the meantime... I can write stuff for you guys...

A new look, all in pink of course

 I was getting a bit tired of walking around in those old, torn fishnets I have been wearing for maybe a month now. And yes, even fishnets need occasional washing. So I took them to the laundry shop, paid the owner in the backroom and asked him if he had anything else laying around there, something that a client might have 'forgotten', or that had gone 'lost'. And I wanted something sute, bows and ribbons preferably.

And he gave me a complete new outfit, including the false eyelashes that fell off a stripper that had wardrobe issues in his place a week ago. Happy as a... well... happy as a hooker I left the laundrette and stepped outside into the streets again. The shirt was a bit short, yes. The eyelashes were a bit long, the panties cut up a bit high and even the cute bow looked kinky on my head. Actually, the whole thing still screamed 'whore'.

I guess I never learn.

Fishing in the fountain

Whotter needed a bath, so I told him the fountain at the square would work just fine for him. There are even fish in it...

That should be ideal, right? He could catch his own fish and puddle around in the meantime, becoming a clean little otter.

Of course that didn't work. Well the bathing part did, but Whotter is so being used to Stephanie feeding him and rummaging around in trashcans that he forgot how to catch fish himself.
So yeah, that's where mommy gets to work again. Well... given the recent slump in escorting at least I got the babyfood cheap this way!

Hooking on mondays

Monday early morning can be hard work for a street whore, at least when you're in the European timezones. There's plenty of Americans around. Some of them may be horny, others might be drunk.

But as the morning goes by it gets slower. You will find bored whores in the street, otters begging for fish with Anya. Rachael will show up and discover there is a rental free next to the square and the guy who teleports in to look for voice sex won't take the time to wait for our voice escort to arrive.
Those are just mondays. Mondays are unique. Only one out of seven days is a monday...