Chapter 24: The Latest and Greatest

SOOOOO much going on these days! Seems like there isn’t much time to stop and breathe, much less blog. But .. here goes.

As you know, Daddy got me the other half of the sim for Christmas; we then got the fun of having the whole place renamed to Carbondale Heights and make the group publicly listed. Since then, we have been working hard, every single day, to create a fun place to hang out, to dance, to rp, or enjoy a little adult activity. Over on the Westside of the Heights, Daddy has been building up a storm… New facilities include a police station with vehicle impound yard (original build), a stunningly gorgeous club – The Landing Strip -(heavily modified and fully retextured prefab), a public restroom (original build), the EZ-Lay Motel (original build) and an aircraft hangar (original build). There’s also a small residential area, with one of the two cabins now occupied by our friend Breeze Charisma. Daddy has plans for one or two more buildings: a doctor’s office and a business office. While he’s done all the building, I’ve helped contribute through unique, custom made textures.

Lest you think that life has been all work and all play, I have had some lovely naughty fun with Stormy right in the middle of the street, a deliciously crude scene with Mique in a cramped bathroom stall and half a dozen with Daddy scattered throughout the place as we explore the many possibilities the Westside has to offer. There’s also been time for a gorgeous fireworks display, two fashion shows, some interior decorating, lots of dancing, and a couple of photo shoots, as well as some fun spur-of-the-moment shots. Oh, and shopping – let’s not forget the shopping! (Zaara, Armidi, Nyte-n-Day, Insolence, Fishy Strawberry, Apocalips Japan (twice) and more)

As the group continues to grow (49!), the quality of members has me absolutely grinning. These are all folks I or a Friend of Carbondale has had a chance to sit down and interview, give a tour to, get to know… And I really enjoy their company! It’s been great to get to know so many fun, creative, intelligent folks.

We’ve had a person or four come through, who get the impression that Carbondale Heights is a commercial venture. To make it clear: No, it’s not. We pay the tier out of our ‘fun money’ budget. We don’t ask for donations, nor is there a fee to join the group. This is our relaxation and enjoyment; people can ‘pay’ their way simply by coming by and enjoying the place to the fullest.

Chapter 23: A New Year in Carbondale

Rambling thoughts….

The biggest news to share is that for my Christmas present, Daddy rented the other half of the Homestead. We now have the whole thing – Yay! He also got me a wonderful Risque bed for the dungeon. (hubba hubba) There’s even more to do, now; there was almost a sense of, ‘Yes! We are finally done!’ with the decorating on the resort side… now there’s a whole other half to build and decorate and arrange and prim-manage. Wheeee!!! and.. Yikes!!!

Daddy has been learning building, and is really doing an amazing job. He’s built two full structures – a police station and a bar – the “Landing Strip.” Both are coming along very nicely, with bits of decor being added as we go along. Eku and Yure stopped by and made some great suggestions for animations that they’ll be helping us with – they really are a pair of gifted geniuses.

Today is the first day of the New Year, and I’m really looking forward to all of the possibilities it brings. We’ve listed the Carbondale Heights group publicly, although membership is, and will continue to be, by individual request only. We were at 40 members yesterday; I culled that down a bit, removing folks who hadn’t come back for a second visit, or who hadn’t gone on a tour, or who just ‘didn’t get it.’

Mique, Disaster, and a friend of his, Stormy, helped us ring in the new year. I danced at the Landing Strip for about three hours, and for two of them, did a ‘fashion show’ of sorts for Stormy, running through all my lingerie folders and identifying the designer and the piece for her, with commentary on colors available, prim fit, etc. They were incredibly generous, tipping me extremely well for the show. [Of course, it's all going right back into the sim!]

We’ve had a couple of unpleasant moments the last few days, with a crazy stalker coming back out of the woodwork, and someone being pushily aggressive with some misconceptions about what we’re doing and how we’re representing ourselves as we do it — but as Daddy says, ‘Mute. Ban. Move On. Don’t waste no time on that shit.’ He’s wise, and thankfully unaffected by the drama-llamas.

Snippets: Ghosts of the Past

Cunting psycho stalker bitches.
That is all.

Snippet: Content Theft

So I’ve followed many threads over at SL Universe about content theft, and how it affects creators. Having had my own written work plagiarized in the past, I had some sense of what it was they were feeling. Thus far, I haven’t run into much that I could identify as content theft – sometimes you just have to know the product of the designer, and frankly, I haven’t been around long enough to really get a feel for that. However, the day before yesterday, as Daddy and I were shopping at a store for some dances, a bot sent us information on a ‘yard sale’ where I could pick up the dances cheaply. The avatar was not even a day old. Several customers got so irate that they used ‘push’ to shove the bot to the farthest edge of the sim. Sadly, they couldn’t eject her. I was incensed as well, so I made myself a little sign, and stood in the landing area. It didn’t do much tangible good, but it made me feel a bit better; like I was standing up for my friends who make things.

Chapter 22: New Beginnings at Carbondale Heights

Due to a variety of reasons, most of which are personal, my husband took an extended break from SL for about three and a half months. We still chatted about my adventures on a regular basis and I maintained our home on one of the Tribe Island properties. I didn’t take any clients without specifically discussing it with him in advance, not feeling comfortable maintaining my street work without him there to look after me. After Mare Voom pulled the plug on the Brothel Harbour City sim, I threw myself into creating an intimate, tropical adult playground on our rental property – like an expensive but casual Caribbean resort, using the extra land we’d grabbed up when a neighbor left. It was just to the point where I was ready to throw a ‘opening party’ for as many of my BHC friends as I could find, when my darling husband decided to give me an early Christmas present; Our own island. The same day, after getting some helpful advice from some of the folks over on the SLUNiverse forum, we upgraded yet again to a tropical full 1/2 Homestead from the folks over at Zoha.

The last several weeks have been spent building, learning how to terraform, shopping, and designing that space – taking my original ‘resort’ concept up several notches. We’ve kept the name of our old Tribe spot: Carbondale Heights. I have really enjoyed the collaboration with Abe — bouncing ideas off one another, blending our own very diverse sense of style, making something together.

We’ve also had the pleasure of working with some great designers, who have been enormously supportive and helpful in our creative process — Eku and Yure, over at Apocalips Japan. (See Vendor Review below) These two very sweet ladies from Japan are also a SL/RL couple. Paula and Mack, and Sam and Mique, friends from BHC, have also been wonderful, providing feedback and suggestions. So I’ve had the fun of revealing bits and pieces of the place, learning about new sources for materials or goods and bounding off to explore those, too. I have felt rather like a kid in a candy shop, thanks to my darling Abe’s generosity and indulgence.

Our vision for the place is simple and clear: A place for consenting adults to relax and enjoy each other’s company, socially or carnally, without judgement or shame. So, here’s to new beginnings.

Snippet: Trashy Girl

My personal style has always been a bit of an eclectic mix of prim librarian meets back alley slut, with a good amount of 50’s pinup glam thrown in. I like to think of it as ‘elegantly filthy.’ One of my favorite designers of lingerie and other outfits is Trashy Girls in Style. Feeling very bold, I dropped the creator an IM in world, and let her know how much I enjoyed her work. I said that I’d created my own little “Picks Tab” image, and hoped she liked it. To my shock, she wrote back to say that not only did she appreciate the feedback, but she loved the pictures and wanted to know if I had larger versions. I delightedly gave her the address of my Flikr site, and let her know that all her clothes were credited, so it would be easy for her to find any pictures of me wearing her work. We continued to chat, and I was beside myself with fan-girl squeeing when she asked if I would allow her to use some of the pictures as displays at her store, and if I would do modeling for her! Wooooooot!!! So apparently it’s official: I am a Trashy Girl!

Snippet: The Kitten and the Tigers

I was doing some further exploration of the Club Teqnext build yesterday with Mique, when a newbie showed up. His rez date was 11/11/09, but he looked a lot better than your average newcomer. He began IM’ing me almost immediately, saying that I was pretty and asking if it was “allowable” to compliment a girl on SL. I responded that it was just fine, and thanked him for the kind words. He was silent in Local chat, despite efforts to engage him. I giggled to Mique in an IM that the poor fellow was rather like a kitten who’s stumbled into the tiger’s cage; curious, hungry, but completely unaware of just how far out of his own league he was.

I’d been dancing when the stranger walked up, and was dressed … well… like I was asking for it. [Black ankle boots, skin tight glossy black vinyl/latex pants with crimson panties peeping above the waistline, a sheer black shirt, and crimson bra (1)] He asked in another IM if I’d take my shirt off. I had to give him points for courage. I responded in open chat:

Sabella Fallen smiles teasingly at Ardvark’s whisper. ‘Ask me that out loud, and I might…’
Sabella Fallen slides one hand along the placket of her shirt, toying with the buttons.
Sabella Fallen waits…. then pouts. ‘Guess you’re shy….’

Mique Rockwell grins as he watches Sabella flirt and tease, his cock swelling in anticipation at the sight of her gorgeous breasts.

He didn’t seem willing or able to do so, so I continued interacting with Mique, who by this point, was starting a very wicked, teasing dialogue in Local chat. The newbie tried to get in on it a bit, but was completely baffled as to how emotes worked. That I use a role-player’s emoting tool probably didn’t help his comprehension, as I kept doing things using that tool that he couldn’t replicate. I worked with him for a while in IM, trying to demonstrate the functional workings of SL and role-play, but he just wasn’t getting it. (I still wonder if it was just a snow-job, and he knew damned well what he was doing and was a more experienced player’s alt.)

Still, it was fun to interact with him to the extent he could participate. I grinned at the thought of being his very first pixel boob grab. Managing three windows of dialogue – instructing him in one, chattering with Mique in another, and maintaining the scene in Local Chat, was a challenge that I always enjoy. I’m a fast enough typist that I usually have to work very hard not to get distracted during a scene.

With Mique’s assistance, various articles of clothing got discarded, and things started heating up further. I confessed my very strong need for their cocks and both men responded with their enthusiastic interest in scratching that itch. Off we went to one of the many spots in Teqnext that facilitate such adventures. ::naughty grin:: Unfortunately, the newbie hit a practical joke ‘trampoline’ and couldn’t figure out how to escape. (I hit it too, but just walking forward got me out of it. That didn’t seem to work for him.)

Mique and I waited for a while for him, but he wasn’t able to follow the instructions I was giving via IM on how to escape the trampoline, how to use his camera, or how to get on a pose ball.

Selfishly, I turned to Mique who had been enormously patient during all the tutelage attempts, and said he’d just have me to himself after all. It was like taking a Ferarri out of 1st gear and slamming it into fifth; 0 to 60 in 2.5 seconds. The resulting oral scene was delicious (2), with the newbie getting to at least listen via Local chat. Afterwards, we lounged about talking about SL, role-playing in general, and geekdom. I admitted to him that I’d underestimated his abilities (thus Chapter 21, below), which made him grin. He, in turn, admitted he’d been hesitant about approaching me, thinking I was ‘out of his class,’ making me bounce around in my chair like a goofball. Before things got too far into a mutual admiration society nerdfest, my darling Abe came into the room and let me know it was time for me to be sucking more cock that evening, namely his, as he’d been enjoying intermittent glimpses of the action on my computer screen. Delightedly, I said my good byes and off I went… reminded yet again that I am a very, very lucky woman.

(1) Boots by Bax. Glossy pants and crimson bra & panties by Trashy Girls in Style. Black sheer shirt by WillWear. Pictures of the undies on Flikr: “The Scarlet Woman.”
(2) Scene pictures on Flikr.

Chapter 21: Books and Their Cover

I should know better than to ever judge a book by its cover. I recently did, though, so this is my public eating of crow. (1)

My dear friend, Sam, introduced me to one of friends. She told me that he was an excellent role player when it came to bedroom scenes. However, looking at his avatar, I wasn’t feeling the spark as he didn’t fit my usual physical type. No broad shoulders, no towering height, no bulgy muscles; instead, his look was more lean, unimposing and approachable. I’d had a scene in which someone had the verbal, but lacked the visual, and while it was okay, I just really didn’t want to put the effort into something that wasn’t going to really do it for me. Since my Daddy left SL, I’ve gotten a hell of a lot more picky about who I scene with.

Recently, though, I learned her friend had one quality that is an extremely strong attractor for me; actual RL military service (2). [Ask me in world some time about how I feel soldiers should be treated… Make sure you have a cold drink and plenty of time.] So for Veteran’s Day, I offered to express my appreciation for his service to our country in the most fundamental way I could. He took me up on it with a grin.

The resulting scene was delicious.

Instead of having to rely so heavily on the visual for enjoyment, and feeling a bit bereft when it came to the written elements, his words reached out into my naughty little brain and painted beyooooootiful pictures – far more eloquent than a mere animation could provide. It brought me back to my MUD/MUSHing days. I had one hell of a time… so much so, that another scene followed a day or two later later, and again the day after that, and the day after that. Interacting with him was effortless, enjoyable, and scrumptious, inspiring multiple orgasms as I did potentially illegal things with a variety of implements. (3) It didn’t matter the storyline – wanton club girl wanting a DP, a solider separated from his unit, whatever – he adapted immediately, improvising and overcoming whatever curve ball I threw him.

Much to my embarrassment, I was forced to admit that the fellow I had somewhat dismissed as being the ‘guy next door’ was the best sexual role-player I’ve interacted with in all my years of filthy, depraved behavior on the internet.

The erotic story, ‘In the Dark’ is based on our second or third scene together. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed the scene that was its inspiration. Stay tuned; I’m sure he’ll inspire more stories.(4) In the mean time, go wander over to my Flikr for some scene snapshots.

And to Mique: my admission of guilt and public apology. Mea culpa!

1] Yes, Crow kinda tastes like chicken.

2] Yes, I know enough about military service to tell if he was fibbing. I grilled him pretty mercilessly.

3] Yes, I have mad l33t skilz. I can multitask a vibrator, a dildo, AND maintain intelligent discourse on a keyboard, all at the same time.

4] Now, if I could just get that last scene out of my head long enough to knuckle down and finish a story I started over a month ago, I’d be all set…

Erotica: In the Dark

She stumbled along the darkened passageway, the rough concrete making footing treacherous. Only the faint outline of her guide was visible in the murk. Running her hand along the slightly moist wall as a guide, she panicked as something furry ran across her booted foot. The yelp echoed down the tunnel, and the man a short distance away chuckled under his breath, then dispatched the creature with a single silenced shot.

The muzzle flash illuminated a break in the corridor – a circular inset in the wall, where he paused and sat down. A pile of surprisingly clean cushions and blankets provided a bit of comfort against the chill of the mortar. She seated herself, wondering at the delay in their travels. He had made it clear that only quick travels through the tunnels would protect them against the raiders that had beseiged the town above.

When his hand slid down the back of her head and onto one shoulder, it came as a surprise. During their travel together, he had been very circumspect about respecting her personal space. As his fingers fit themselves around the curve of her collarbone, the pressure increased. Instinctively, she responded, following its instruction, moving to her back. The position left her head hanging off the edge of the tunnel.

She choked out a moan, her body immediately responding to the shift in energy. Arching her back, she tilted her head back and parted her lips invitingly, not sure if he could see her or not in the dim light. The metallic sound of a zipper was her answer, followed by the shifting of fabric. The length of him fell against her face, warm and thick.

Arching her neck, she nuzzled upward, running her lips along the length of him. The movement was awkward, off balance as she was. She reached out, grasping his hips. Her nails caught on the heavy denim, the sound rasping in the quiet. Flexing her fingers, she drew him closer. She felt his hand slide against her face as he cupped his cock, guiding it between her waiting lips. He pushed his swollen dick into her mouth, groaning as it was enveloped by her warm, wet mouth. The sounds of slurping echoed in the tunnel as she tasted his length, her tongue working eagerly.

Her efforts were rewarded with a low groan, as he began pumping between her extended lips. His partial grasp at the base guided its movement, the sensitive head rubbing teasingly against her mouth and tongue. Bending slightly, his hand slid down her torso, grasping the yielding flesh of her breast, toying with the pierced nipple. The sound of her gasp in response was immediately silenced by a forceful thrust of his hips, burying his cock in her throat.

“Shhhhhhhh.”

Unable to verbalize, she gave her response with her mouth none the less, increasing the suction and swallowing rhythmically on the sensitive head of his dick, her tongue flicking against its length. This was rewarded by a low, rhythmic grunt as he gritted his jaw and began bearing down with his hips, the impact growing more and more forceful. Her lips began to bruise and swell, crushed against her teeth. Grasping her up thrust breasts, he began tormenting her nipples, tugging on the simple silver piercings that dangled from them.

The combined assault on her throat and tits were exquisite torment; she moaned whorishly, her deep pleasure at the throat fucking evident in every squirming grind of her pussy against the hard cement floor, her hands grasping at his hips, the hungry action of her mouth. The kinetic impact of the pounding at her throat echoed in waves down her body, her pussy responding. Her nipples tightened further, and she did all she could to entice him to further action.

He shifted slightly, granting her a few breaths of rest – but only so long as it took him to move his hands from her breasts to a grip on her upper arm. The increased leverage was punishing as he renewed his pace, but the longer stroke allowed her gasping moans to escape more readily. ‘oh god, oh god…’

Breathing more harshly, panting for breath, he pumped his cock faster into her eager, hungry mouth, every stroke building the intensity. She could feel his pulse just barely beneath the skin, throbbing against her tongue and lips. With every strained angle of her body – writhing hips, upward straining breasts, grasping hands, whorish mouth – she pled for his cum. A growing dark stain at the crotch of her jeans betrayed her own intense arousal, and the rapid pace of her breath matched his.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpered, as she felt his body tense, the deliberate, rhythmic thrusts of his cock shifting into a more abrupt pattern. Letting out a long moan of satisfaction, his cock flexed hard in her mouth, warm streams of cum bursting from his spasming shaft. She swallowed repeatedly, thirstily, but despite her best efforts, thin trickles of his cum oozed out the sides of her mouth, sliding down her face like tears.

The tunnel echoed with his shouts of pleasure as he released. “Fuckkkkk yessssssss ….” His dick twitched hard with every creamy pump of his cum. As if the taste of his cum alone was enough to send her over the edge, she felt a wave of pleasure crash over her, making her squirm and cry out. Gasping for breath, she slurped and sucked with each jizz-gushing pulse of his shaft.

She felt him shift his weight, leaning on the edge of the tunnel rather than her body. A smile of satisfaction and pride crept over her face as she listened to his ragged breathing, felt one last warm droplet splash across her lips. She licked it up, like a cat at a bowl of cream, then slowly released her firm grasp on his ass, letting her fingers slide down the outside of his thighs.

A soft ‘pop!’ heralded his use of a glowstik. In its dim illumination, he watched her with glittering eyes as she continued slow, gentle licks the length of his dripping, saliva-slick cock. He sighed, collecting himself, then straightened and re-adjusted his clothing.

She shivered, stammering, “I… um….” He could just barely see the blush that stained her cheeks darker, as she looked away and continued, “… thank you.” Smiling, he cocked his head and replied, “Any time, girl. Any time.”

Extending one hand, he assisted her to turn around and get back on her own two feet. With a teasing smirk, he slid his hand down her side then inward, to firmly cup her sex through the moist ruin of her jeans. His thumb found the tiny hardness of the piercing on her clit, and he pressed firmly, making her cry out. With the other hand, he roughly unsnapped the fastening of her pants, pushing his hand roughly past the silk panties that were her one luxury. His probing fingers found her slick, aching wetness and plunged inside for a moment. Her knees buckled and he laughed softly as he caught her using his grip on her crotch. He slid his hand from beneath her clothes and smeared his thumb accross her lips, coating them with her own wetness. She moaned, leaning into his touch and licking at his fingers.

He pulled his hand back with a teasing smirk. “Greedy…”

Her whispered response was as much confession as it was promise of future adventures. “Always.”

Snippet: Remembering and Honoring

To all those out in wordpress and Second Life Land who are veterans, past or present, or the family of veterans, thank you. I feel strongly about our men and women in the service, being married to one, though my personally preferred method of saying ‘thank you’ is perhaps a bit unorthodox. [Thank you to the vet who allowed me to .. er... vigorously and enthusiastically express my support last night.]