A sweeper truck for cleaning the landing point

Stephanie demonstrated a new tool for cleaning the landing point the other day: this nice van with brooms and brushes. I was quite amazed that someone took the trouble to make one in Second Life, especially with all the moving parts that I saw on it.

Stephanie stepped into the sweeper truck and I watched. Meanwhile Whotter, the baby otter, just slept, undisturbed by all the noise the van was making. I insisted it should be painted pink and so she did.

There were no men standing AFK at the teleport routing point, which happens a little less since Steph made it rotate, to have it move the men to it's periphery slowly after rezzing. But fortunately Chez was quietly standing nearby, which is the usual thing that time of morning, so she tested it on her. I could not held a laugh as Chez was moved 4 metres down the square by the pink humming vehicle.
I hope we'll see more of it.

Mud wrestling contest

Coming saturday at 9AM SL time my friend Stephanie is hosting a mud wrestling contest at Streetwhores - Town Square: http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wirtz/136/83/55

This is not only your chance of participating in this classic SL sport, but also an excellent opportunity to see us all as dirty as we can get! So join in in the fun!

Sex in public

I typically like more discrete settings, although I must say the idea of doing things in a nasty-looking back alley, the good thing about Second Life being that the dirt stays on a screen, arouses me. Some men seem to go along with that idea very well: drag a random girl into the alley and 'do' her. Sometimes, but actually not so often, someone comes around who takes it a step further: "Ï want to have sex with you right here, in front of everybody."

Who am I to say no? So, he pays me and I slip out of my dress. It's pretty cold still this time of year, but the strangeness of the idea takes my mind away from that. Besides, I have to focus on giving a very nasty blowjob first. That will get him going.

And yes, it did. It was an interesting experience, once again...

Inventory blues - Where's my hair?

Yes, I know, I have hair on my head, but...

sometimes you want to try find that piece of hair back, or another item, but today it was hair. And it won't work. That can be so annoying. And you look and you search and you try all kinds of keywords, but it simply won't work.
And even though you find back other hair in the process, hair that might attract men (or do they go after other things?), it is still annoying and disappointing.

It's the hair I was wearing in this photo, from the blog post "Call me, honey". But damn, where is it? What was it's name?

I might not become a Second Life affiliate after all

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Stephanie's new house

Yesterday evening I was walking about in my usual part of town when I noticed that Suzi, the owner of Street Whores, Bojana and Stephanie were all nearby. At least: Secondlife's minimap told me so. I didn't see them.

It didn't take me long though to figure out that they were at the second floor above the pub. So I walked upstairs and knocked at the door. Stephanie told me I could come in. This was her new house.
And such a nice comfy place it was! A bit later my baby otter, Whotter, also walked in, followed by our old friend Condorina, who used to have her own club at the square.

We chatted on a number of things, until most of us had to leave again, to real life or to other SL appointments. Like me for instance: I had an interview for a new porn movie. I was kind of expecting a long story there, but the director just stared at my chest and said: "Nice breasts!"

That was it. Recordings start tonight.

Should Whotter grow up?

I just realised that my baby Whotter, who is now being monopized and mothered by my friend Steph, is a year and 3 weeks old in Second Life. I suddenly wondered if that would not mean he is a mature otter by now!

Given that a day in Second Life lasts 6 hours and male otters reach sexual maturity at age 3.... we have been treating him like a baby for too long. We might have to accept that the words "whore" (his first word), "mama" and "fish" are already quite an accomplishment for such a creature and find him a larger furry avatar.
 
Also, it's time to find him a nice prostitute!

What do you guys think? Should Whotter grow up? Or will he be an eternal baby, like there are so many in Second Life?