Sunday, June 25, 2017

La-La How the Life Goes On

I don't really have anything to post about tonight... I just wanted to share these photos.

Let's see... what is on my mind, hmm?

Well, I'm still grieving. It's been two weeks now since I lost Dad. I'm not sleeping very well, and when I do, I have nightmares. Dad keeps dying in them so every time I go to sleep, I experience his death all over again.

So, yeah... not sleeping much because why on earth would I want to, knowing THAT is waiting for me?
Other than that, though, I'm coping pretty well. There was family drama, of course, in the form of my sister getting mad at everyone for not behaving the way she wanted us to behave. That's calmed down now, though. She's apologized and we've all accepted it.

I've been doing a lot of reading about adult orphans. For those of you lucky folks who haven't lost both your parents yet, let me tell you... it's a fucking strange feeling. Aside from being sad, and grieving... holy shit, you guys... I have no parents anymore. Doesn't matter that I'm a perfectly capable independent woman who has been taking care of herself for years... I have no parents.

And that's some bullshit. I loved having parents. Mine were fucking amazing.

Who is going to bail me out of jail? Or keep me from being homeless? Or tell me I'm being a dumb ass when I'm being a dumb ass? Remind me to eat? Go to bed at a decent hour? Tell me to brush my teeth and wash behind my ears?
I know, I know... it's not like they've had to tell me any of those things in the last 40 years. It's just that now they can't tell me those things.

And who do I go to for advice? Those two people were always there, the only people in the world that I trusted 100%.  The only two people that I knew loved me unconditionally, and always would, no matter how badly I fucked something up.

They were fun. They laughed a lot. Jesus, they were both smart as hell. Mom, though she never graduated from high school (WWII in England... school wasn't as important as just surviving), was a card-carrying member of Mensa for years and years. Dad liked to think he wasn't nearly as smart as Mom, but when it came to some crazy-ass obscure clue on Jeopardy, he was always the one with the answer.
Sure, everybody loves their parents, but I liked mine, too. And it's just really some bullshit that they aren't here anymore.

I'm not religious. I'm not even spiritual. I guess I'm agnostic... I don't know what happens after death. But my brain tells me there is nothing. You die, you're done. That's it. No souls, no heaven. It's just the end.

The only comfort in that is knowing that our human remains will go back into the universe... become star stuff again. First to the earth, if we're buried. Or into the water, or air, or whatever, if we're cremated... and then we belong to the universe again.

I really hope I'm wrong, though, about there being nothing after. I really want to think that Mom and Dad are now together, somewhere, with my brothers, and all our pets, and other family members, having a grand old time.
And that's sort of what I'm clinging to, even though it's not something I really believe.

Oh... I didn't mean to turn this post into this. I just wanted to post some photos... lol.

I got fussed at today! See, there are other things going on, too. I'm still living. And a lover fussed at me. I wasn't too happy about that, even though I richly deserved it. I made an oops... or, a couple of them. And got called on the carpet for it. To the point where my cheeks were red, in RL, sitting at my computer flushing because I felt like a misbehaving child.

That's embarrassing, y'all.

And with most men, I'd have told them to go fuck themselves and walked away. I didn't, though. What do you suppose that means?
You know what would be nice? Sleep. Quality sleep. And yes, I've tried various methods... melatonin, Benadryl, melatonin AND Benadryl. Exercise. Housework. Music, meditation. Orgasms.

None of it is working. I know damn good and well that I'm tired. I feel tired. Exhausted. But I just can't go to sleep. And when I finally do fall asleep, I just toss and turn and wake up every hour or so. Fitful dreams... nightmares... I wake up twisted in the sheets and covered in sweat and then I can't get comfortable again so I just get out of bed until I feel drowsy again and then the entire process just starts over.

It sucks.
I'm going to go to the beach. Right now I'm trying to find my perfect location... and that's not easy. My perfect location involves there being no other human beings for miles. I miss living in California where I could just hop on PCH and drive until I found a beach that was deserted. Is there an east coast version of the PCH? Is it A1A? I need to check that out. I need a clean, cheap motel with a beach right outside the door and a beachside cafe.

Surely that place exists somewhere, right?
And that's all I know for tonight.

Life goes on. Babies are born, the elderly die, and in between we just muddle through as best we can.

Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da

Ha-ha.

Friday, June 16, 2017

So About That Random Naked Guy...

He came back.

With an invitation this time.
He IMed me a couple of days ago with condolences. He didn't have to do that after how I'd treated him (and blogged about him) but he did.

And we started chatting and I invited him over. Though we're both naked in that photo (well, all these photos), nothing really happened that night. We just sat and talked and it was barely even sexual at all. Oh, we flirted a bit but we kept it reasonably clean. Extremely clean for me.

And you know what, you guys? I like him.
We got together again tonight at this really gorgeous surfing sim he showed me. We sat in a waterfall, cuddled a lot, and talked a lot.

Did I mention I like him?
He's intelligent. Mature. Easy to talk to, even in voice. And if you know me at all, you know I shy away from voice most of the time. We spent a couple of hours just talking.
I won't say it didn't get sexual... you all know me better than that, and he is fabulously handsome, but the sexual things didn't actually happen in SL. It happened in voice. And it was exquisite.

And I enjoyed it, a lot... and I enjoyed just spending time talking to him just as much as I enjoyed the sex.

How about them apples, huh?
Is this going to go anywhere? Who knows? We just met and though he's followed me on Flickr and this blog for a while, we're really just getting to know each other now.

I just know I like him, and for right now, that's all that really matters.

So maybe having random naked guys wander onto my property from time to time isn't such a bad thing.

It certainly wasn't in this case.
After he logged off, I wandered around the sim he showed me for a while. You should visit... it's amazingly well done. It's called the Surf Cove at Playa Perdida. Be sure to read the notecard at the landing point and don't mistake this for a sex sim! The focus is water sports (not THOSE kind) and other outdoor activities. It's gorgeous and I loved exploring, and zip-lining, and cliff diving, and yes, I even tried my hand at surfing.

Can't say I was very good at it, but I'll give it another try!
And then I found a hammock strung up high in a tree and just thought about life for a while. Thought about Dad, and how desperately much I miss him. It's been a week now, and I still keep grabbing my phone to see if he's called me.

I miss him so much. It still hurts but I know he isn't suffering anymore, and he was before he passed. I find some peace in that.

I still want him back here with me, though.
So, yeah... that's what's going on with me. Still hurting, but it's not quite so acute anymore. At least, not every moment. 

And I'm retracting my previous statements about random naked guys, or at least a certain one. He's welcome to wander onto my land any time he wants. And I hope he does. :-)

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Damn Shoes

In the end, it was his shoes that brought me down.

We went to clean out his room today. I knew it was going to be hard, and I didn't have to be there, but I wanted to be.

And I was doing okay. Sad, of course, but holding it together. My sister was already playing the role of the pitiful weepy daughter. I wanted to be the strong one.

It was going well. No one was fighting over who got what. We were all there together and making quick work of splitting things up and moving furniture, etc.

And then I saw them. His tennis shoes. Just sitting there on the floor by his chair where he always kept them, like he was just waiting to put them on and go for a walk.

Those damn shoes. They just fucking triggered me and I crumpled like a cheap piece of paper. I mean, I was just standing there and BOOM... I was wailing. I mean, forget ugly crying, I was full on snot-flowing, gasping for air, hiccuping, sobbing. Forget trying to hold it together... I was just trying to stay on my feet. It just hit me like a ton of fucking bricks.

One of my brothers threw his arms around me and let me just let it go. Held me up and just let me... well, hell, I soaked his shirt in tears and snot and probably slobber, too.

I took ugly crying to a new level of gross, and I'm not the slightest bit ashamed.

Because you know what? It felt fucking amazing. Just letting it out, not caring who saw, who heard... I shattered.

And it felt so good.

Didn't last very long, I don't think. I don't really know. It didn't feel like a long time. Someone shoved a wad of tissue in my hand and I cried until I stopped.

I know it's not the end of the tears. It wasn't even the end of the tears for that hour. But usually I'm more of a tears just running down the cheeks kinda girl.

But for a few minutes today, I was... wrecked.

I am so glad I got that out of my system.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Goodbye, Daddy

I lost my father early this morning.

I'm just... I don't know. I don't know what I am right now, what I feel.

Yes, we were expecting it, but not this fast, not this quickly. I wasn't quite ready, damn it. He started declining fast a couple days ago. We'd been told weeks to days, probably days as fast as he was declining. I spent the afternoon with him yesterday and went home to sleep. I wasn't with him when he died. My sister was... she knew it was happening and didn't call me to wake me up to come be with him when he passed. 

As a matter of fact, she posted it on Facebook before she called me around 1:30 this morning. 

I wasn't with him. I spent the last nine years since my mother died taking care of him, and my sister stole my final moments with him, my goodbye, for reasons I don't know. He'd already been gone for about an hour when I finally got to him. The warmth was already gone from his body. 

I wasn't there. And he left. 

She had no right to steal those moments for herself. 

I'm hurt, I'm angry... I can't grieve yet because I haven't been able to accept yet that I wasn't there when he went. I wasn't with him for his final breath. 

I'm numb. I'm humbled by the outpouring of love and support I've received today. I'm tired. I'm so, so damn tired but I don't want to sleep. 

Maybe it was purposeful. Maybe he couldn't, wouldn't, let go while I was with him. I can understand that. I'm his baby. I was the youngest and I was... hell, I was his favorite. He told me that. Between me and my sister, he loved me best. My sister knew that. Maybe that's why she stole that final moment from me. I can let her have that, I suppose. Because in the end, I was the one who was always, always there for him no matter what. 

Whatever... that's not really what's important, is it? I'm 47 but I feel like a child right now. I have no parents now. 

He was there for me every single day of my life, no matter what, no matter when, no matter how. If I needed something, my father was there. He never, ever let me down. 

Amazing man. Simply amazing. I don't have the words yet to describe the incredible things my dad did. 

He made me. He loved me. Unconditionally. He was my hero. 

I just can't accept that he's gone. Not yet. It doesn't feel real yet. Tears come in fits but I've not be able to just... break down like I know I need to. My job is done. I was the caretaker. What comes next is all on my family. I had the responsibilities before death. After is theirs. 

I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. Spent the afternoon and evening with my family. There is no funeral to plan. We don't do that in my family. He will be cremated and his ashes scattered in several beautiful places of his choosing, places where we scattered Mom's ashes, and my brother's. In a couple of weeks there will be a going-away party. I'll be consulted, but I won't do the planning. I suggested the place, the rest is up to them. 

So I've got nothing to do. It's been less than 24 hours and I have nothing to do. I didn't get to say goodbye, and thank you, and I love you, and now I have nothing to do. I should be doing something. I don't know what. 

Sleeping, probably. My brothers are at the hotel bar, toasting Dad with the finest Kentucky bourbons. My nieces and nephews are taking the rare opportunity to hit the bars together. My sister is pouting because we're not all sitting at her house in our mourning clothes consoling her.

And I'm just sitting here, mindlessly typing, listening to my phone chirping across the room with more condolences. 

I'm not religious. I'm not an atheist but I'm not really spiritual, either. I'm agnostic. I have no idea what happens after we die. More than anything, I'm hoping that there is something, and somewhere my mom and dad are together again, finally, continuing their storybook love affair. 

I'm surrounded by confirmation biases everywhere I look. Everything is a sign. When I was driving home early this morning, a streetlamp burned out. I took that as Dad saying goodbye. When Mom passed away, the power went out during her going-away party while Dad and I sobbed watching a slideshow of photos of her. I took that as her telling us to stop crying and start laughing. When I got home today, my power had gone out. I want to believe it was her and Dad, together, goofing around and letting me know everything was okay.

When I was a little girl, Daddy and I danced a lot. He was a jazz musician... a sax player. He loved Sinatra and when we'd dance, me standing on his feet as we swung us around the room, he'd often sing this song, our song. He'd change the lyrics every time to make me laugh... "the way you blow your nose, the way you twinkle your toes..." Nonsense lyrics, never made sense, never mattered... the laughter and giggles mattered.

No, no... they can't take that away from me.
 
I love you, Daddy. Forever and always, every second, every moment between the seconds. You were, and are, my everything. 

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Random Naked Guys

So there I was last night, standing around my half-empty house (I just can't get motivated to finish it!), looking glamorous as fuck, when some dude shows up.
Did I mention he was naked? Because he was. As a jaybird. Stark naked.

Wait, let me back up a little bit...
A few weeks ago I met a woman at the Chamber and we started chatting (about this blog, actually) and she pointed out to me that it's super easy to find my house from my profile (no, don't bother looking... I've changed it now) because all the picks in my profile were taken at my house, and I'd not bothered changing the location because... I don't know. Laziness, I guess.

I didn't think much of it and didn't do anything at the time but I started thinking about it and wondered just how often random people plop down on my land. I have an old security thingie from back when I had the club so I pulled it out of my inventory and set it up just so I could see.
I really need to buy a dining room set.
I've had a few problems with interlopers before, nothing major other than that one chick a few years ago who set up a big hideously hot pink skybox when I wasn't looking and a couple random guys who built some small hills for some reason. I don't live on the mainland so it's really pretty rare for people to just show up.

Anyhoo, I set up the security thingie, and sure enough I had a few visitors over the week or so that I was watching. No biggie. I banned them after they were gone and thought nothing of it. It never happened while I was actually there and it wasn't enough people to freak me out or anything like that.
Now, let's pick up our story from last night and the naked guy who TPed in while I was actually there.

I'm not saying he was a bad looking guy or anything... he wasn't. If I saw him out somewhere I'd probably have been interested. His profile seemed perfectly normal.

So I asked him why he was wandering around my land. Oh, here, let me just post the entire conversation.

Beth Macbain: Why are you wandering around my land naked?
Naked Guy: it seemed like a logical thing to do, though from your perspective, perhaps not
Beth Macbain: Correct, it's not.
Naked Guy: is it the wandering around on your land, or the naked part that is at issue?  both?
Beth Macbain: The wandering around.
Naked Guy: fair enough...you seem different in your blog, but no worries.  Take care.
Beth Macbain: /me laughs... how so?
Beth Macbain: Do I know you?
Naked Guy: No.  You just seem like the kind of girl who might be intrigued by a random stranger.
Naked Guy: It's fine.  It's not the first time I've gotten the wrong impression.
Naked Guy: And considering my tastes, it won't be the last.
Beth Macbain: Intrigued by a random stranger in a club? Yes, absolutely. In my private space? Not so much.
Naked Guy: Fair enough...I'm more a private space type of person, so not a good fit.

And that was it. He TPed away and I closed the chat window.

And I'm left wondering... did he think I was just going to go "Oh, hey, a naked guy!" and fuck him? Is that the impression I give off here on this little blog?

Let's just get this straight - I'm no more turned on by random naked guys showing up at my house in SL than I would be by some random naked guy showing up at my house in RL.

Though I'm not going to arm myself with a pair of potentially emasculating gardening shears and call the police like I would in RL if that happened, it's still a fucking creepy thing to do, virtual world or not.
I mean, seriously, who thinks that's a good thing to do? Just drop in sans pants and think that a woman is going to be so impressed she's just going to spread her legs and invite him to fuck, or have a cup of coffee, or whatever?

That is my space. My private space.

Was it stupid of me to have it in my picks? Yes, it was. I just like to think people are better than that and I hate it when I'm wrong and people really are dumbasses like that. TP from one of my picks now and you'll literally end up in the middle of nowhere. Thanks, Random Naked Guy, for chiseling away just a tiny bit more of my faith in humanity. Good job!

There are a few men who I invite to my place. It's a very small number. There are plenty of places to fuck in Second Life without inviting every Tom, Dick and Harry to mine. Those men who I invite are special. Yes, you can fuck on nearly every surface of my house... it's set up for fucking, and those men are the ones I know are, er, up to my standards, as snobby as that sounds.
Wait, no, that's not snobby... IT'S MY FUCKING HOUSE.

If I'm walking down the street past people's houses, I don't just unlatch their gate and walk right the fuck in. A person's home is sacred, whether it's real or virtual. What happened to manners? And common sense? And not fucking disrespecting other people's property? There are some things you just don't do, for Christ's sake

It's not just a place to fuck... it's the place I relax. I like my place. It has goats.

It's where I change clothes and try on hundreds of demos. Half the time I'm wandering around with no hair, "demo" stamped across my face from the makeup I'm trying out, testing new animations, moving shit around, or taking photos.
I'm not often lying on my bed naked waiting for someone to show up and fuck me... and if I am, it's because I'm expecting one of those rare men that I've invited.

I just wanted to clear that up in case my blog does give off the impression that I'm open to Random Naked Guys just showing up thinking I'm going to fuck them.

I'm absolutely not.
Mixed messages? What? Nope.



Friday, May 26, 2017

House Girl

I have a new "job", gentlemen.

Oh, it's not actually a job... a new role, I guess. I'm officially a Chamber Society House Girl

Mind you, I won't be playing a role. I dislike role play... I'm just me.

But now I have a place to, err... do my thing, as it were.
So, please, come join me. Let me make you feel welcome. Relax with me... let me entertain you. Better yet, let's entertain each other.

Yes, like that... just like that.
So does this mean I'm escorting?

No, absolutely not.

I'm not getting paid for this. As a matter of fact, if you do come and enjoy my particular form of entertainment and wish to tip, please, don't tip me. Tip the house.
I'm there for fun... for sex.

Why have I chosen this method? This place?

I've always loved the atmosphere at the Chamber. There are other places, yes. Believe me, I've tried most of them, if not all.

But the Chamber does it better than anyone.
I like men in suits.

And that's a must at the Chamber, at least once you get off the boardwalk. And seriously, really, you should absolutely get off the boardwalk.

I don't find men in ripped jeans, shirtless, or wearing a wifebeater, sexy. Not in any way, shape or form. I love the Chamber's dress code. It's what initially drew me to the place. Urban, biker, ghetto, whatever... that's fine if it's your thing. It isn't mine.

So, yeah, the Chamber.
You'll be able to find me in the lounge. If I'm there, you know what I'm looking for, and what I'm offering for the right man, or men. Perhaps even couples.

Sex. No strings, casual, filthy, erotic sex.

Orgasms for you, and for me.
On my terms... I have the right to say no. I'm not there for free use of just anyone.

But if you're handsome (my idea of handsome), mesh (no fucking Flintstone hands or feet!) and have a delicious (not elephantine) cock (Aeros strongly preferred)... and aren't a complete fuckwit, I'll fuck you until we're both sated, sweaty, spent, sticky and utterly fuck-brained.
So please, come to me... let's fulfill each other's desires.

Let's use the Chamber as it was meant to be used... why stand around on the boardwalk looking all handsome and stoic when you could be up in the lounge letting me suck your cock?
After all, you don't want me to have to resort to this to sate my desires... do you?

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Limbo

Hello everyone!

I've had some people ask me in the past few days about this blog and why I haven't been updating much recently... or at all.

This is going to be one of those posts that isn't about SL, but about RL, and it most certainly isn't about sexy-time... lol!
I'm going to try to keep this all from sounding terribly over-dramatic because it isn't. At least, right now it isn't. The past month or so? Yeah...

I've spoken before about my dad. Long time readers may remember a couple of years ago when he took an overdose and tried to kill himself. I found him in time and all ended up being fine, but he's been pretty finished with life ever since then, though he's done a damn good job of hiding it.

He's 88. That's quite a long time. He's outlived my mom and two of my brothers. He raised a family, had a lot of adventures and is one of the most genuine, kind, loving people on this planet.

Oh, he's not dead. At least, not yet. But he will be soon.
When he attempted to kill himself, it was for a variety of reasons. His health started declining after being crazy-healthy all his life. He ended up on oxygen full time and had to give up his companion, his sweet dog. He suddenly found himself unable to do the things he'd taken for granted, and didn't have his buddy by his side any longer. He missed my mom terribly... theirs was one of those great love stories for the ages. The day she died they were as much in love as ever. There was no moving past that for him. I'm not religious in the slightest, and Mom was the biggest atheist around, but Dad is very spiritual and believes that when he dies, they'll be together again.

Who am I to dispute that? I hope they are.

Also, the world has changed. I know that statistics show it's not more violent or war-torn or ugly than it's ever been, but because of the 24 hour news cycles, it's certainly in our faces more than ever. Dad was tired of seeing atrocities every time he turned on the television, and at his age, with his declining health, that's pretty much all he was able to do.

So, yeah, Dad's been ready to go for a few years now. Trust me when I say I harbor a lot of mixed feelings about finding him when he tried to kill himself. There is a big part of me that wishes I hadn't found him in time. He'd be at peace now.

His damn body just hasn't cooperated with his wishes. Heart beating strong and though he's become more forgetful, his mind is still strong, too.
But in the past few months, things have really started going downhill. More falls, more trips to the hospital, more doctors... and he's hated every bit of it. His most recent fall was about a month ago and it was a pretty bad one... had some cracked ribs and lots of pain. 

He's in an assisted living facility and the administrator had a little chat with me. She thought that perhaps it was time to call in hospice. The doctors and nurses were starting to see the signs of a body shutting down. 

I, of course, lost my shit. It's easy to say you're ready for a parent's death, but the reality is very much different. I'm the baby of the family... I've been the one to take care of him, and before that, Mom, for years. It's been my purpose... and I know that sounds selfish but I was suddenly confronted with the prospect of life without being needed to take care of someone. 

But, in the end, it isn't about me, is it? It's about Dad and what he wants. So we talked to him and he agreed and hospice has been called in. 

He's not, as they say, actively dying. What this means is that he won't have any more doctor's appointments, no more hospital trips. He's being kept comfortable and... now it's just a waiting game. It could be weeks, months, or in his stubborn body's case, years. We just don't know. But he's confined to his bed or a chair now. He can't walk anymore. He's got a catheter and bedpan. He barely eats at all. And he gets a nice big dose of morphine whenever he wants it, which is taking him away from us even before he passes. He has good days, then bad days. Sometimes he's completely lucid, others... he hallucinates or just sleeps. 

It's hard. We don't want him to be alone so my sister and I are taking turns spending a few hours a day with him while my brothers hide away and pretend nothing is going on. I've filed the paperwork for FMLA, which is the family leave act here in the states so that I can take the time I need to be with him without worrying about losing my job. 

Things have sort of settled into a routine now. As I said, he's not actively dying yet. So it's a lot of time just sitting there with him, and that's hard. Of course, I want to spend as much time as I can with him, but then when I'm there, I want nothing more than to run far away because that's not how I want to remember him when he's gone. 

So I'm working, spending time with Dad... and when I'm not, honestly, I'm losing myself in SL to give myself a sanity break. 

Anyway, that's what's going on with me right now. 

Limbo. I'm in limbo. 

And it's hard.

Monday, April 24, 2017

Ah, That's Better...

First of all, THIS guy came back. Not free to say who THIS guy is just now, but he's a dear love of mine from way back. He has stuck by me through thick and thin, and though he hasn't been in SL much, he's never been more than a Kik away from me. And now he's slowly making his way back... to me. He's the one who knows me best, my kinks, my fears, my life. Lover, master, daddy, friend, all rolled into one delicious package.

I'm so glad he's back!
And then I met this guy. A follower of this blog, he approached me and we clicked right away. He's wicked... and a wonderful lover, even though we've only had a chance to fuck once.

It was one of those rare and amazing times when you hop into bed with someone and it's perfect right from the start.
He got down there and took care of me but good... after I had my lips wrapped around his cock for a while. No photos of that, unfortunately... I was too busy making sure he was hard as a rock for me.

He took me to the edge, and pushed me right over... several times. You know what I'm talking about... when you cum and cum and it all just blends together like one massive, head-spinning, toe-curling shattering orgasm.
And when I was weak from his mouth, he gave me what I needed most.

As you all know, I like it kinky and hard, but I love it best in plain old missionary position. I love having a man's weight on top of me, pressing into me, owning me. Fucking me.

He fucked me well enough... exquisitely enough... that I absolutely have to have more of him. Soon.
I love a sexy, nerdy man in glasses. A suit (tossed somewhere on the floor). Mature. No ripped jeans or wife beaters... just a handsome, intelligent, dorky man. One who sheds his cool exterior and gets all primal and raw and dirty with me behind closed doors. 

I can't say life is going too well right now in the real world... and that's a topic for another, more serious, post. Dad is... nearing the end of his long life journey. 

But in SL? Second Life is pretty fucking awesome. With lots of pretty awesome fucking. 

Sunday, April 16, 2017

I Want Your Sex

Okay, so I know I'm a bit... um... flaky... about whether or not I want a relationship or not.

Honestly, it can change by the day.
Right now, though... oh, Christ, I do NOT want a relationship. My last few attempts have been utter disasters.

And I want no part of that anymore... for the time being.
As usual, though, finding men to fuck has been a challenge. I've written time and time again about how hard it is to find good lovers in SL. If they're funny and intelligent, they've got a system body and a freenis. If they're all meshed and Bento'd out, they're idiots who can't string together a coherent sentence.

Finding someone smart and funny and sexy on the outside as well as the inside is a challenge. Especially when I only want to know them in the carnal sense.
I know you guys think it's a compliment when  you tell me that you want me for something more than a quick dirty fuck, but... er... that's all I want you for right now. And as dommy as you think you are, you don't get to decide for me whether or not it's nothing more than a fuck.

So anyway, I go here, I go there, I perv profiles, I find guys that I think look interesting for a one night stand, then something happens and I lose interest before we even fuck.

OMG, you guys, I JUST WANT TO FUCK!
That's not me screaming in exasperation, it's a plea to the handsome, intelligent men who read this to come fuck me.

I decided to try something new... someplace new. If any of you know me, you'll know I despise role play. Using third person rather than first is (normally) a big turn off for me. I'm not writing a script when I'm having sex with you. I'm not storing up some wank bank material for later when I'm lying in bed with my vibrator. I don't want to emote an orgasm... I want to have an orgasm.

So I avoid role play sims like the plague. Waiting minutes for someone to type up a response is no way to have sex. If I'm in bed with you in RL, we're not pausing between actions - we're fucking going for it. And when I have sex in SL, I want to do the same thing. I want to fucking go for it. Me, not Beth Macbain as some separate entity - me.
I've known about Mysterium's Masked Mansion for a while. I've even stopped by the landing point several times in the past, and though intrigued, I've always stepped away after reading the rules. RP only. In local.

That is just not my thing. I don't mind having sex in public... hell, I like having sex in public. But the words... to me, those should be private. Mainly because I don't want to feel like I'm performing for an audience but also because from seeing many others fucking in local chat and sounding like idiots, sexy talk just isn't necessarily sexy unless you're one of the participants.

But I found myself back at Mysterium's a week or so ago and decided to give it a go. I was especially drawn in by the promise of the anonymous HUD, but fearful of the prospect of having to fuck in local chat.
My first experience was, predictably, a disaster. A gentleman approached me, and we started flirting. There were others in the room and people were greeting each other. Being courteous as one should be, I returned the greetings and engaged in a little chat with others in the room while also flirting with this fellow. Mind you, nothing of consequence had happened yet. We were at the very beginnings of foreplay when he got into a proverbial sword fight with another man who dared say something to us. Nothing rude, not butting his way into our RP. As a matter of fact, he was leaving and basically telling us to have a good time.

For some reason, Mr. Macho took this as a direct affront to his masculinity and then had the bloody gall to tell me he was now turned off because I spoke to others. What? 

Oh, seriously, go fuck yourself. You're about to have sex in public in a room full of people where the rule is that emoting is done in local chat. Go. Fuck. Yourself.
I've had better luck since then, though. Such as with the gentlemen in these photos. He was handsome and smart, his emotes were sexy and we had a great fuck on the bar.

It's still very difficult for me to stick to the rules, though. When I'm about to orgasm, thinking in paragraphs is a bitch. And when I'm on the edge, waiting for two or three minutes for a response is enough to take me right off the edge. I'm not sure what to do about that.

It doesn't take me long to cum. I can cum multiple times, but it's still weird when I'm having sex with someone, and I say I'm about to cum... and do, in RL, and then get a response a couple minutes later. It's sort of like, "Oh, you're still on that orgasm? I already had that one and moved on..."

But I love the anonymous aspect of Mysterium's. It's the rule. I don't have to feel bad about not wanting to see the guy again after we've fucked because that's sort of the expectation.
So I'm going to keep lurking around Mysterium's, I think. And I'll keep trying to figure out a way to be relatively anonymous AND have the type of sex that actually gets me off all while trying not to break the rules they have in place. 

Are there any other places like this that I'm missing, guys? Maybe someplace that isn't so strict about the RP rules, but not like the Chamber or FMDs where people stand around most decidedly NOT fucking? Help a girl out. I need sex. I need a lot of it. With lots of guys. 

Hell, maybe even at once. Guys with mesh bodies and Bento hands and heads? And NOT Flintstone feet. In suits, not motorcycle gear? Men who are dominant but not arrogant woman-haters? Men who appreciate a sexual woman and don't feel the need to "tame" her? 

Anyone? Bueller? Hello?

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