An interview for slescorts

You may remember that I met up with Caroline a number of times inworld, she's a blogger and runs this highly succesful website 'Second Life Adventures'. Her excursions to explore the sex industry in Second Life led her to starting up slescorts.net and a few months ago I was asked if I would be interested to join. Knowing Caroline, I didn't just say 'no' of course.

So today i finally met up with Sleen, who does the castings for SL Escorts. I was supposed to meet up with him 2 months ago, but the whole COVID-19 situation was quite depressing on me, not to mention the effect is has had on the sex trade, even in Second Life. I will blog more about that later...
He sent me an instant message, but since I was still entertaining one of my most loyal regulars, I sent him a quick message back to say to contact me a bit later.
I had cum on my face and on my boobies still when I took his teleport to the SLA Media office and as Sleen greeted me he said he felt sorry he hadn't insisted on a casting. Someone with my experience didn't need a casting, he had said previously.
Later on, as we talked about the website, the office and it's facilities, his male colleague came in. I hinted at the possibility of a casting with the 3 of us, but I was either too subtle, or they were too polite. Well... they make promotion films too, I heard, so I am sure they will get another sticky shot at that.

Then Sleen showed me around the building, where there were some bedroom and also a bathroom, a kitchen and other facilities where sex could be had. And a big presentation room, but it's not for the kind of presentations I am usually asked for.
The office looked inspiring too, but I think I will now first select some photos for their website and make a nice text for my profile there.
I may even consider blogging for them, I will think about that.

My blog on a prim

What are two whores doing in the library on a thursday morning?

I have been wanting to make my blog readable in-world in Second Life for a long time now. Chrissy said she was going to help me. To do this properly we would need some sort of a script, she said, so we went looking for that.
It's not so hard to find online sources if you do a search for "HTML on a prim" and "Second Life", but it's hard to actually find the information that will get it to work for you. One source told us we should get some sample prims with scripts at the library region, so there we went.

We searched for a while for a place at the Cookie region that was to be names 'hobo' eh... something. I forgot the full name. We didn't find it but in the end Chris did manage to explain to me how I could change the front texture of a box-shaped prim display my blog. It would always be possible to make a proper poster of it later.

If anyone has an idea on how to fix this, do tell me. In the meantime, my blog can be read in the Street Whores Info Center just as well. It's there next to the sign that keeps the colleagues informed about the well-being of Nesliyah, who is recovering from an accident in RL.

A piece of meat

A well-known platitude about sex workers is that we 'just allow ourselves to be used as a piece of meat'. This is rather ridiculous of course, denying our own agency and possibilities to say 'yes' or 'no' to others, but in Second Life 'A piece of meat' sometimes gets a much different, very literal meaning.

I have this lovely client who doesn't only likes to play with me, but also eats me afterwards at some occasions. The nice thing about a virtual world is that you can just play out these fantasies again and again. Usually we go to the Town of Stepford for this, a rustic looking town that could have come straight out of a Stephen King novel. I think that says enough...

Missionary

No, I am the missionary and my mission is simple: make them cum.

Pro Tip 1: Jennabel: take care of your hands

Pro Tip 1: Jennabel: take care of your hands

I thought to do a series of 'pro tips', suggestions, tips, tricks and ideas by some of my colleagues at Street Whores in Second Life to unleash your potential as a hooker. Naturally I should be working on the next installment of 'How to Become a Prostitute' too, but that's for another day...

Jennabel has been my colleague for a while, stripping in a few clubs besides whoring on the streets here with me. She doesn't look like the seasoned pro yet though. There must be a secret to it ...

When I ask her for my first 'Pro Tip, she says to take care of your hands. Especially now Bento gives us a chance to have slim, feminine hands, with pretty fingers, nails and rings added, that can move as we like, we can do that little more.
I tell her that many of our men might not be subtle enough to notice, but maybe something will work on a subconscious level. She counters that though by adding what a good set of fingers can do between the sheets. Jennabel doesn't hesitate to push a product too, while she's at it: "I tried all of the Bento hands and Tuty's are the slimmest, most feminine ones."

Well, that's a whore!

On the streets with Whotter and Fox

The other day when I opened my front door, I saw a fox sleeping underneath the staircase. I realised quickly that this was my son's best friend, so I called Whotter. The little fellow stumbled down the stairs, with this guilty look about him.

Try it, it is kind of hard to explain a wild animal that he is not supposed to move in. The animal may not understand that the place he is now living in is actually your house, not his. So, this is how it came to pass that I am now having a fox in my apartment. He simply decided to stay. Whotter loves that of course. Now I have two little guys following me around as I try to do my work on the streets of Second Life.

That is, if I don't count the siamese kitten, who is generally happy to stay at home, on the couch.

Money Machine

I love the smell of crisp money in the morning.

Nothing excites me as much as some horny man that comes walk up to me, still sleepy streetwalker, and lays down a handsome amount of cash for me, to do as he pleases. The feel to be wanted, to be paid while kicking your heels into the air. It's one of the greatest drugs that has kept me in Second Life for all these years. To have some horny man with his morning erection walk over to you and say "I feel neglected by (fill in: wife, girlfriend etc.)" and throw cash at you and spread you open.

To smell the excitement off the screen and wake up to that and say to yourself: "I'm a f***ing money machine!" And then to spend all of it on rent and heels and ever skimpier dresses. Until you are nearly broke and have to get out into the streets again.

Becoming a Selfie Queen - part 2

The life of a Selfie Queen isn't that easy. It may all look glitter and gold to you, but the reality is very different.

You may look glamourous and even have many followers, but the men who jerk off to your pictures may hate you just as much as their girlfriends who copy your style. Whether it is guilt, shame or jealousy, rest assured their hatred will follow you around.

The good thing about being a generally hated Selfie Queen is of course that you can use your style and reputation to scare some people away as well, like this pimp. He just hated to be on my selfies the other day, so he posed little of a threat to me as a street girl. After some initial shouting, he just ran away.

Your cock: your pride and joy

You love it. You are proud of it. You like to touch it and play with it all day. You want every woman to see it. You just have to show it off.

It is big, so you know any woman would want to feel it inside her. Ride it all day. Or have you shove it up her (insert random opening here). It is humongous, so you just have to walk down the street waving it at the girls.

This is what the two hookers that encountered the big man with the even bigger cock must have thought. They accepted it for a threesome of course, for the charge of a nominal fee, because some things are better left to qualified professionals.

Nipple Chains

I thought to add a little spice to my Topless Tuesday. Nipple chains felt like the right thing today.

Lots of things happened again today. I will write about some of these later. For now, I just decided to give Topless Tuesday another try. My colleague Snuli joined in and we managed to attract a client for a threesome by going 'on topic'. After the threesome came to it's sticky conclusion, I rewarded myself with some nipple chains. I noticed there were several available on Marketplace. I decided on this set by Tam's Trousseau eventually, also because it has options for additional hangers.
Maybe, for a special event, I will get their 'LGBT Pride' hangers, the 'Slut' or the 'Bitch' ones...

An uninvited couple using my bed

It's not always as easy to focus on my writing. Sometimes some man IM's me, a client, he needs 'attention'. That's ok, giving them attention pays my rent. Sometimes they just want attention, without hiring me. I like that a lot less. Maybe if it's a special one, but only so many really are special in the end of course. Or it's a colleague, with a question, a social call, or just because she needs attention. Grrr. This time though it seemed quiet at first.
At first. Soon enough I found myself overhearing some sort of conversation, outside in the street. Strange, since the changes in layout at street whores have made the corner where I live a lot more quiet lately. But I assumed it was just in the shop downstairs.
Somehow, though I could not really hear well what they were saying, I had the impression these two were not shopping people. And they might not even be downstairs. They had disturbed me anyways, so I decided to have a look around.

A quick look with alt-zoom from from my desk learnt me they weren't some couple making out of my neighbours, so I went upstairs to have a look n my own bedroom, where my new king-size bed was still waiting for it's first customer. And, oh yes, there they were, a man going by the Second Life name 'Loving father' and some girl who was a member of the group 'Young sluts for married guys'. I decided to have a little word. Neither of them got up as I spoke to them.

"Oh la la. You know, if you want to use my bed, you can ask."
"Ok sorry." Can we use ur bed."
"Well, go ahead for now. Don't tell your wife.
"Ok thks."
"Do leave a tip at the entrance though, it helps with the rent."

I went downstairs again, to my desk, and tried to focus on my blog. That's not so easy when two uninvited visitors are having sex in your brand-new bed, but hey, they were going to leave a little tip afterwards.

There was some moaning and growling upstairs. I conluded they must have orgasmed. It was time for a little chat.
That was when my friend Stephanie entered the scene, in her cop uniform of course. I noticed that the man was someone on my 'friend list'. Probably due to some sort of chat harassment I must have decided to set my online status to 'invisible' to him. As my friend Stephanie noted to me in a private message: "Smart move. Friend the whore, wait until she is online, then use her place."

The man, who was probably as broke as he was impolite, wanted to argue about leaving a tip for using my bed. That was the moment when Steph decided to give him flying lessons...

Redecoration

Last weekend Suzi and Rachael thought I was a bit down. Suzi was very sweet and helped me with enlarging the attic of my apartment. Since I had bought a new bed, a huge new bed, I had a sudden need for a larger attic...

This enabled me to get some living room furniture as well and redo the interior. I swapped the desk for a smaller one, removed the bar and added comfortable seating and a table. I even got Whotter a bean bag to sit on. Two new pieces of art completed the living room.

Was I happy. I invited Roxie over for a look and she, I and lazy Whotter sat around for quite a while.

Interviewing Succubus Stephanie

Yesterday I met up with Succubus Stephanie, or 'Steph' as I call her, everyone else abbreviates her name as 'Succi' it seems, for Slut Magazine.

Sedri and Stephanie in their mainland house

Her partner Sedri was also there for much of the time, which made for a fun interaction during the interview. It was also good to see her again. Sedri used to visit Street Whores - Town Square, where Steph is a manager, but I believe that a little while ago she got herself banned.
It might have had something to do with rollerskates, who knows. Anyways, the interview will be published in Slut Magazine shortly, just so you guys know I actually do other things for my career than just fucking my boss.
 
  

All you can fuck

I decided to try out a new concept:

A flat-rate service, you can rent me for any number of sessions during an entire month. This is naturally limited by my availability. Maximum length of a session is 1 hour, beyond this it is simply too exhausting for me.

For a fixed price you can do as you like with me, as often as you need. Contact me in-world for more questions or simply join the corresponding group:
secondlife:///app/group/18369755-56b8-39b0-0a69-c3ae1801a771/about

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!

Sex show with Marilyn

Sometimes you get a nice request by a man who walks by in the streets: a sex show for his eyes only, with my new transgender colleague for instance. It's kind of funny when he asks if I'm confortable with it. Yes, I am and she won't be the first shemale I've shared the sheets with...

It was a lot of fun and since I got ourselves a nice picture to remember the whole thing by I asked Marilyn Hoyess, seen below me in this pic, if she did mind if I'd share the pic on my blog.

Gives you an idea of what I might be doing while I'm not blogging. ;-)

Merry Christmas!

My colleague DeeAnne Gundry and I wish you a Merry Christmas!

The most wonderful time of the year

But I feel for you guys. It is not so easy to be with the wife and kids all day. Multiple days, if you live outside the US and have 2 days of Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year can be quite a test.

You deserve a Christmas present too. Something that warms you up and gets you ready to face the hard, stressful family times during the holidays.

That's where I come in..

Sex with a prostitute in his wife's bed

I feel his warm breath between my breasts as he says it, once again: "Marry me!" My answer is like before: "Yes, honey, push it deeper, yes, go on, make me cum..." Or well, something like that, I don't remember all the things I say between the sheets (or in the dirty alleys where you would expect a street prostitute).
He's a nice guy, I mean, he hires me for pretty steamy sex, usually with his wife's portrait at the wall, except for the time when he changed it for a picture of us two staining the sheets at his home, but he did cheat on three of his Second Life wife's with me already. Maybe four, I only recall he got caught twice with me... That doesn't make him a very good candidate for marriage in my view. Let's not even mention whether he should consider me good wife material.

There's other stuff we're good at though, so have a look at the other photos below the page break...

A little disclaimer: yes, he wants to be photographed and visible in my blog. It was explicitly asked before even.