Wishing all of my readers, fellow bloggers and friends a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Merry Christmas!
Wishing all of my readers, fellow bloggers and friends a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Preparing the gangbang cage for the party
There's been a lot of preparations going on for tonight's Christmas Party at Street Whores - Town Square. I spoke with a couple of people and thought by myself: "With this being such a naughty place, why do we still do all these civilised things, like DJ's, dances and maybe a stripper or two?"
My friend brought in the solution: he has a copy of OmniPotent's 'Ultimate Gangbang Cage' that we rezzed for tonight. We coloured it all in Christmas colours and now it should be ready. I just have to add a tipjar and sit in it myself.
During preparation the reindeers were watching us. One of them was enjoying Christmas already: he was drunk. Never seen a drunk reindeer before. But well, what can you expect from one in Secondlife?
Party starts at 1PM at: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wirtz/108/78/57
Street Whores Christmas Party
Street Whores - Town Square will have it's Christmas Party tonight at 1PM SLT. Mel and I are inspecting the dance area and the DJ set now.
Date: 22-12-2014
Time 1PM
Location: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wirtz/62/118/56
Date: 22-12-2014
Time 1PM
Location: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wirtz/62/118/56
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
A bicycle trip
A girl can't be always on her back, making L$'s, so I was happy tobe invited on a trip, exploring the countryside with a friend. He didn't tell me that'd be a trip on bike. Boy boy, that was some shaky ride! Here you see us going downhill at irresponsible speeds, while my friend still holds a 'package' he had to deliver to a friend. I didn't ask him what was in, probably wise.
"Bicycle, whore and joint, this is so Dutch, he told me. That's probably right, but the slopes in the Zindra roads and the cherry blossom in the trees wasn't. Neither was the sort of casino where we stopped for a cigarette.
The end of the trip was as unceremonial as you might expect in Secondlife: after a bunch of bumpy region crossings we got back at Street Whores - Town Square. It turns out the place is so full of street prostitutes now that I almost instantly crashed entering the place.
Lagged out. I decided to get some coffee and call it a day.
Friday, December 5, 2014
Saint Nicholas drops by for a quickie
In my line of work you meet all kinds of people. But still, I can be surprised at the people dropping by.
Being raised in The Netherlands, I know Saint Nicholas (or Sint Nikolaas, Sinterklaas) well. He's the patron saint of children. Every year at December 5th he brings them children. In the old days he was said to put the naughty children in his sack and bring them back home with him, to Spain.
So you can imagine my surprise this morning as I made myself ready for work at 'the office'. Well.. my street corner. Seeing this Bisshop walk in with his book and staff. He told me that my name was in the book. I had been a good girl and I deserved a present.
I was allowed to take it from his sack myself. I frowned a bit when he suggested that.
As a kid I was always wondering how one man, with his black helper who is recently the cause of a big public debate on racism in The Netherlands, could deliver all those presents in one night. As soon as he grabbed my hips and bent me over it became clear: this man may have been born around 270 AD, he's still as virile as he can be. I had trouble keeping up.
All the time I was wondering where his helper was, a threesome with these two important men would be most interesting for my resumé. He didn't bother telling me though. He gave me the impression he had sneaked away in the morning while Black Pete was still in bed.
Near the end of the session he asked me to open my mouth. Traditionally he puts his presents in children's shoes, but since I was still wearing my pink stripper heels that didn't work. My feet and his hands would not both fit in at the same time.
So I opened my mouth and looked up into his eyes. He rewarded me with a sticky present. It took a while to wash it off my face again. But hey, I served Saint nicholas. What other whore can say that?
Being raised in The Netherlands, I know Saint Nicholas (or Sint Nikolaas, Sinterklaas) well. He's the patron saint of children. Every year at December 5th he brings them children. In the old days he was said to put the naughty children in his sack and bring them back home with him, to Spain.
So you can imagine my surprise this morning as I made myself ready for work at 'the office'. Well.. my street corner. Seeing this Bisshop walk in with his book and staff. He told me that my name was in the book. I had been a good girl and I deserved a present.
I was allowed to take it from his sack myself. I frowned a bit when he suggested that.
As a kid I was always wondering how one man, with his black helper who is recently the cause of a big public debate on racism in The Netherlands, could deliver all those presents in one night. As soon as he grabbed my hips and bent me over it became clear: this man may have been born around 270 AD, he's still as virile as he can be. I had trouble keeping up.
All the time I was wondering where his helper was, a threesome with these two important men would be most interesting for my resumé. He didn't bother telling me though. He gave me the impression he had sneaked away in the morning while Black Pete was still in bed.
Near the end of the session he asked me to open my mouth. Traditionally he puts his presents in children's shoes, but since I was still wearing my pink stripper heels that didn't work. My feet and his hands would not both fit in at the same time.
So I opened my mouth and looked up into his eyes. He rewarded me with a sticky present. It took a while to wash it off my face again. But hey, I served Saint nicholas. What other whore can say that?
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