I'm not exactly sure how or why it happened, but Spitfire's computer had the magic smoke issue. You know what the magic smoke it - it's what computers run on. If the magic smoke escapes, the computers stop running. Either that, or the hamsters in the power supply have all died. As soon as her … Continue reading Magic Smoke
Here I am, once again, in Spitfire's arms. Do you know how hard it is to get a close up photo of us dancing together? Especially a good one? This was taken over a week ago, during a Galleria set. I'm on Linden restrictions again. I have to give half of what I earn to … Continue reading Mind = BLOWN
So, I'm djing away on the galleria's rooftop, and the lovely peeps there managed to do something - they got me naked really early on. Yes, I will strip for tips. Now, because of You Must Obey's dronecember, if you had any position within the community, it was recommended that you show your support for … Continue reading Soooo… this happened…
A couple of weeks ago, I told Unity, henceforth known as mum, that I would never ask her to trance me. She has so many people touching and tearing at her, wanting a little piece of her time, that I have decided that, other than letting her know that I was online, I was not … Continue reading Trance Magic
This is what my avatar looked like... I have a Maitreya body, I'm using Lumae Skin in Solaris. I have a bunch of Lumae skins - love their stuff so much. Lumiya goes into great detail with their skins, right down to genital details. A lot of high priced skins don't go into that intimate … Continue reading Meshed Head
Here I am, lounging in my sanctuary, waiting for the Bound Box to drop. Yes, I am very pregnant in this. But, with the magic of SL, I can make the belly poof. Just wish that would happen in real life. Ignore the arm going through the belly. Anyway... On with the show... Ooo... look … Continue reading Bound Box 3!
Spitfire has a grumbly Kittlen on their hands. Why am I grumbly? A couple of reasons: 1: Severe case of vertigo. 2: Too sick to DJ 4/5 sets this past week 3: Feeling ganged up on 4: Spitfire has to work Okay… let’s attack these one at a time. First up: Spitfire working. Them’s gotta … Continue reading The Viper is Flown From the Seated Position
A couple of months ago, I entered an erotica contest about the We-vibe. I have several of them. The one I love the most is a beyatch to recharge. The one that can connect via Bluetooth to my phone and across the net to a partner's phone has gone missing. I haven't heard word 1 … Continue reading Connected
Being a dollie can sometimes be tougher than it seems. So, Ezee showed up on Second Life on Thursday. Why is he the subject of this post? Because, when I asked Spitfire if I could take meds to help slow my heart, or at least make it easier for my blood to pump (yes, aspirin), … Continue reading Top Spin
How in the name of that green baby in a rush basket, floating down the rivers in Azeroth, am I supposed trance when half my face is erupting in agony? So, I went for a cleaning two weeks ago. I was told I had cavities needing filled. Okay, so I go back to get them … Continue reading Damn dam!
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