Yet another Second Life blog...

Erotic roleplay lesson one, how to introduce yourself to a new potential partner.  Or basically how not to come across as a complete fool. "hi" You see that?  THAT DOES NOT CUT IT.  So please just stop that completely.  First impressions usually come across in that first line of text you send somebody.  They way they look is sort of secondary because anybody can spend a large amount of cash to get a dynamite avatar.  You need to show there is some sort of intelligence on the other side of it. Also you need to show that you have some imagination as well.  Being a little bit creative in that introductory line shows that maybe you can be a little creative in the emotes as well.  Nobody really wants to get stuck with somebody who can do nothing but jump around on poseballs and say "I stick my dick in". Also forget the shortcuts (type out 'you' instead of 'u'), use some capital letters and punctuation (even if you get it a little wrong at least...

Another story inspired by the SpunkLovers Cum Addiction System. ---------------------------------------------------- I sat nervous in my seat fidgeting a little. I was in the row of chairs against the wall and looking to the right were empty chairs of those who have stood up already. To my left were chairs with other women just like me waiting their turn. Most of them looked nervous as well. Looking back forward I could see the other woman leaving the little microphone stand and it was my turn. Standing up I walked sheepishly to the little shiny stand and leaned forward to the mike my voice shaky and weak. “Hello my name is Potosi... and I'm an addict.” “Hello Potosi,” the voices sounded off from the room. Smiling a bit at the welcome I continued with the lines we all had to say, “I am a worthless slut who is addicted to cum. My only purpose is to satisfy men so they will give me the cum that I desire. May their beautiful cocks ever be erect and their se...

A short story inspired by the SpunkLovers Cum Addiction System. -----------------------------------------------------------------  The withdraw symptoms were getting worse. I could barely walk down the alley as my legs trembled under me and my own pussy had become extremely over sensitive. I had to have it now, from anybody, I just had to. Finally I saw a man standing outside of a doorway smoking a cigarette. Straightening myself up as best I could I approached. Once I got closer he came into a view, a black man, bit of a gut in a janitors outfit. “Well look at you. Another bitch hooked up and needing a fix. I can see that a mile away. Well good, I need to get my nuts off and something as useless as you will do fine.” He grabbed his crotch and gave it a squeeze, tossed his cigarette and motioned me to come inside, “This way little junkie let's do this out of sight shall we?” Scrambling behind him as fast as I could go into through the doorway. The light b...