Flogger Loggers - sigh

( I decided that this post really belonged to Musings, 

rather than to the Steamy Side, so I've re-posted it here )

  I was out and about the other day, and on a whim, accepted a TP from a random encounter, who IMed me, and aroused my interest (pun intended).

  He was articulate, good looking, and nicely endowed. He brought me to a nice place, and we enjoyed several minutes of play.

Then, just as things were heating up, and getting 'interesting,' he vanished without warning. After a few minutes, I realized that this wasn't a connection failure, and, sighing deeply, went home.

  This isn't the first time this has happened to me, and from what I've heard it's not all that uncommon. It's also quickly becoming one of my pet peeves.

  Guys, if you can't stay at the computer for the whole scene, please let your partner know in advance if you're going to be bailing.

It can be extremely frustrating to be involved in a scene (especially one that is good) and suddenly have no one to play with.
(I'll make exceptions for crashes - just let me know when you get back)

  One of the nicest compliments I've ever received was: "brb - I have to change my shirt."    This let me know both that I succeeded in my goal to make sure my partner had a good time, and also that he stayed long enough to let me know that he did.

Bring a towel, boys. It very well may improve your chances of a repeat encounter.

originally posted - 5 September 2010

Follow the Bouncing Balls

Pose balls......

 You've seen them.  Scattered about SL like candy gumdrops, promising wonderful thrills and endless fun.  

 Some are innocent - "sit here"  on a nice couch or dining room chair; some are a little naughty - "make out" or "cuddle".  Then there are those which are shameless, blatently advertising their sexuality =  "pound her", "suck him" or "take it deep."   And always, there's that mystery - but remember: beware the unlabled pose ball.....

 However,  like almost everything, they need a framework to function in.  The fanciest animations in SL aren't going to do a thing, if there's no thought going into their use.  

Yes, I can hop on a pink ball, and ride you like J. B. Mauney on Voodoo Child - but if that's all that's happening, I might as well be watching the 6 o'clock news.  Yes, I'm getting damp watching us, but it isn't going to finish the job.   Talk to me.  At the very least, say 'mmmm', and 'oh fuck yes'  once in a while. I'm not asking for the next best-selling novel, but please, tell me something.

Some of the best SL sex that I've ever had has been with people I was just sitting with.   Sitting.   Maybe in a close snuggle, maybe sitting at the bar, maybe 10 metres apart.  Sometimes my partner hasn't even been in the same sim.  

It can actually free up the play, when one is not constrained by the positions one finds oneself in.  The action flows, moving smoothly from one stage to the next, as a chance encounter turns into a sexual whirlwind.  Under these circumstances, pose balls can be a distraction.

 But I'm not anti-poseball.  They can enhance a scene, by adding pictures to the words, and can be, for the verbally challenged, a wonderful thing.   They're also excellent for when you're short on time,  just enough for a quickie, with minimum exchange of words.  

 They're essential in making a good machinima, the words can always be added later.  They're nice for exploring new positions, some of which are rather much NPIRL. They provide hours (well, minutes) of entertainment for bystanders, especially when used in Local. 

They just need to be used correctly, in my opinion. 

 Don't simply climb onto a ball set and expect me to join you - not without some conversation. "Hey u wanna fuk" is not conversation.  Neither is "Cum here, bitch, let me rape you." If you use those lines in your First Life, and they work,  then I'm sorry for you.

Forced sex doesn't have to be stupid sex. Put a little thought into it. Tell me how you're going to get me into your fantasy -- kidnapping, slip up behind me and grab, or the use of drugs. If approached properly, I'm usually willing to provide directions, or help you find a lost puppy.  Or,  I might be the one asking for help..... 

 Try to match the words to the action - don't just mumble canned phrases of excitement in my ear.  If you don't have the words to describe it, tell me what you're feeling - how turned on you are, what you're going to do to me,  that sort of thing.  It doesn't have to be a play-by-play commentary : "gawd I'm so fucking hot, I want to blow my load all over your face !" is good enough, as long as that's not the only thing you tell me all night.

And for gawds sake, DON'T keep changing the MLP poses in mid fuck.  Going from a kneeling bj to a twisted rear entry in a matter of seconds is disconcerting, and pisses me off -- especially if I've nearly completed typing an emote relating to the position I was in.    Once or twice, you're forgiven - but if it keeps happening,  I'll either fade to black and go read my email, or leave the room entirely, and possibly mute you.

*A special place in SL Hell is reserved for those who screw around with other people's menus*

 To quote something I read in a profile once,  "Pose balls don't play -- people do."  Without words, we're just cartoon figures in a digital world.  Nice to look at, but there's nothing to connect to.

 But that's just my style.  I'm a word-whore.  You can get me off with words alone,  but I'd love to have a steaming hot encounter involving the proper use of poseballs.

IM me.............. 

ROFL (a 1st Life Moment)

Did you ever have one of those moments when 

your 1st Life and your 2nd Life crossed paths ?

We suddenly needed a new toilet seat, so DH
went off to the hardware store

-- I came downstairs, and this was there to greet me.
  
   .

.

I don't think I stopped laughing for 15 minutes.

Now back to my irregularly unscheduled broadcasts............

I'm Certified ! (or should that be Certifiable ? )

  Last night, while I was idly wandering around the Grid, looking for something to do, I was IM'd by my Roleplay instructor,  Forceme Silverspar.
She wanted to know if I wanted to take my final exam --- now.
Since I had just given her the paperwork an hour or two before, I was surprised at the suddeness of it.
Lifting my chin bravely, I said "Go ahead."


  Shortly I was contacted by one of the ROPE examiners, questioned briefly about any scene preferences, and whisked myself off to the test-site.  I then proceeded to engage in a totally unscripted roleplay with a stranger, playing tourist to her guide.


  About 2 hours later,  I was informed that I had passed, with only a small bobble - I had been found guilty of 'doubleposting', which is posting two different sentences before the other participant has a chance to respond to the first one. Fortunately, it wasn't enough of a mistake to fail me, and I had realized my error and knew where I had gone wrong.

This morning, I received my certificate !

Now I'm off to other adventures.......  See you around

My Friends are Fantastic

Hello, it's Chrys again.

 While sitting on my dock the other day, I came to realize that I've been very fortunate in my assortment of acquaintances and friends in Second Life.


  My friends list has always been short - I don't believe in adding every random request that comes along.  I'll gladly give you my calling card, but you have to earn a spot on my friends list - or at the very least show potential as friend materiel.   "Would you be my friend" coming from an unknown avi half a sim away is probably just not the kind of person I want as a friend.  


Sometimes, though, I'll take a chance on someone who's near enough to interact with.   And sometimes..... that turns out to be the best thing I could have done.

  One gentleman (really!) I met at the landing stage for Hard Alley. He was looking for someone to RP with. I told him I was busy, but that I'd keep in touch. I added him on impulse, and I'm glad I did - he's become a good friend.
Another good friend was sitting at the Hard Core one night, watching the strippers, and played to my character a little bit. We exchanged friendship, and now he's one of my best friends in SL - we don't have much of a 'physical' relationship, but we can talk about almost anything.

Other friends were slower in arriving.  I'd known them for quite a while before exchanging friendship.


  One request caught me completly by surprise, but it's turned out well.  Two others were almost certainly long overdue, but I had no hesitation in either accepting or offering when the time came.  I'm hoping that both of them will be my friends for a very long time, and if our friendship develops into something more, I'm good with that.


In short, everyone on my friends list is just that - a friend.  

And I wouldn't have it any other way      

Hello, there, I'm Chrys.

 Welcome to my little parcel in the World.  From time to time, I'll be posting observations and anecdotes from my Second Life

I suppose a mini-bio is in order, here, so I'll try to oblige....

 For my first year or so, I was content to wander the Grid, sightseeing, building, taking classes, enjoying concerts, and in general exploring my new world. My friends list consisted of my alt (in case I got ghosted) amd a few people I met at classes, and never saw anywhere else.
I had no idea where all the perverts were, that people were always complaining about - you know, the  "OMG no matter where i go,  men r always hitting on me" type of complaint. And I really had no desire to go looking for them; I probably wouldn't have known what to do if I found them.

 But a while ago, I decided to actually get out and do something -- I decided to explore the 'Steamy Side' of SL.
So I started to get into to RolePlay. I had done LARP in my younger days, so I had a good background in being somebody other than my ususal self.
I found a wonderful set of classes, taught by Forceme Silverspar, which have greatly increased my skill-set.  But the question of where to play...ay, that's the rub.

There were lots of choices - many I dismissed almost immediately, as they didn't fit my idea of what I thought I was interested in.  (Gor just baffles me - but I like the silks)  That left me with the roleplay sims,  many of which seemed to concentrate on forced-sex, which was a radical departure from my 'nice girl' image.
They were.......interesting. Most were either dead empty, or so crowded that you couldn't move.
Some had too many rules to learn immediately, or required a group slot, or just were'nt a good match.   In many places, I felt like I was the newest victim in a long list of victims.  I really didn't know how to be a, for lack of a better word, slut. So I let people just use me, trying, from time to time RP with my 'attacker.'  I had a few good encounters, but it was getting discouraging.   Then I found Hard Alley........

The first few times I was there, I noticed that the main rules seemed to be "Have fun & Don't be an asshole to others"  I liked that, so I ventured into the Hard Core Strip Club one night.

I haven't left yet.