~A Day in the life of the Virtual Worlds Bad Girl~
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| Blog Name: | ~A Day in the life of the Virtual Worlds Bad Girl~ |
| Url: | http://virtualcallgirl-ozzie.blogspot.com/ |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | love, bdsm, sex |
| Description: | I bubble over with Passion i channel that excess into writing about my experiences in second life, this is my story. |
| Popularity: | 56 Followers |
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Chemical Nightmare
Slam the door to the cubicle next door slams shut. My humble frame slumped in the rear corner, the door to the public toilet is switched to "No Vacancy'. I have been reduced to a shell, needle tracks build on my arm.Its cold, I feel it, I shiver. I Struggle for warmth in my lonely existence. Sequences of events and a series of wrong decisions, careless heart transactions sending me into a heroin
Slam the door to the cubicle next door slams shut. My humble frame slumped in the rear corner, the door to the public toilet is switched to "No Vacancy'. I have been reduced to a shell, needle tracks build on my arm.Its cold, I feel it, I shiver. I Struggle for warmth in my lonely existence. Sequences of events and a series of wrong decisions, careless heart transactions sending me into a heroin
Chained Love Triangle
Sitting on the beach in the weever protected lands I was looking like the lonliest bimbo cheerleader in my practice outfit the gentle waves of an empty sea massaging my toes. Not a bird, fish, shark or living creature in sight. I was sitting on a lonely little island surrounded by water. The gentle sound of waves all the music I need.The self enforced solitude a necessity to collect my thoughts.
Sitting on the beach in the weever protected lands I was looking like the lonliest bimbo cheerleader in my practice outfit the gentle waves of an empty sea massaging my toes. Not a bird, fish, shark or living creature in sight. I was sitting on a lonely little island surrounded by water. The gentle sound of waves all the music I need.The self enforced solitude a necessity to collect my thoughts.
"Yes Mistress"
The Parched Lips, dry mouth and the slow and un-reactive state of being, all symptoms of the exhaustive morning after. I raise my head off the pillow slightly; wisp away the frizzy, fraggle like hair from my face. Another big night or weekend, time can be such a difficult thing to grasp when riding the chemical rollercoaster. I look down, my right leg is exposed from the white bed sheet, a red
The Parched Lips, dry mouth and the slow and un-reactive state of being, all symptoms of the exhaustive morning after. I raise my head off the pillow slightly; wisp away the frizzy, fraggle like hair from my face. Another big night or weekend, time can be such a difficult thing to grasp when riding the chemical rollercoaster. I look down, my right leg is exposed from the white bed sheet, a red
Graduation - Madam Oz
Procrastination is no safe place for an active mind. I felt like a cliff jumper, standing a ledge, just dam side sexier then my competitors. I had tormented myself by having sold my soul to just about everyone barring the devil himself, but then again who knows. Names and Faces just slip into the background very quickly. Hello's and you were awesome are often met with blank stares. I had a small
Procrastination is no safe place for an active mind. I felt like a cliff jumper, standing a ledge, just dam side sexier then my competitors. I had tormented myself by having sold my soul to just about everyone barring the devil himself, but then again who knows. Names and Faces just slip into the background very quickly. Hello's and you were awesome are often met with blank stares. I had a small
The Midnight Sun
The Crickly Crackly sound of burning tinder wasn't going to last much longer. My firebug friend was searching through her arsenal of fire starters, in the blink of an eye and to the sound of a mighty voompa Ava was going to light this stack of wood into a fireball that would light up the night sky with a reddy glow.The waves gently slipped onto the beach, the gentle sound massaging my mind, that
The Crickly Crackly sound of burning tinder wasn't going to last much longer. My firebug friend was searching through her arsenal of fire starters, in the blink of an eye and to the sound of a mighty voompa Ava was going to light this stack of wood into a fireball that would light up the night sky with a reddy glow.The waves gently slipped onto the beach, the gentle sound massaging my mind, that
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