There are 1001 fashion bloggers in Second life, and the constant requirement to create doesn’t really suit me or my RL. So, the overlord came to me and suggested that instead of fashion blogging, I should do a porn blog complete with stories. Well, that is something I can get behind and I might actually enjoy and be good at. With the changes to Flickr, unless someone wants to pay for my premium I needed to find a way to get the picture that I take out for people to see. For the foreseeable future, I will be putting pixelated pictures on Flickr to meet the community guidelines. Twitter will get the full versions of my pictures here on the blog.
The blog will also have a story to go with the picture, some of this will be for upcoming novels I am writing irl. Others are from RP scenes I have completed in SL, when going to read please pay attention to trigger warnings. I do dark, the overlord does dark and we don’t mess around (or break ToS!). But read at your own discretion, enjoy the pictures feel free to comment or let me know what you think. If this proves popular I might start a discord, but will see.
After all, this is only day one, I have a decade of the past to picture, and more stories for the future yet to be seen.
As always though, be safe out there and I hope you like, Claiming of the North.
Leaning back against his chest as his fingers found their way over the smooth warmth of her skin. His face pressed to her hair, the heady scent of him wrapped around her senses and she closed her eyes embracing him, his touch, and her desire for him. Fingers stroked against the heated folds, before his fingers pressed inside of her, palm clamping over her cunt.
“This is mine,” His voice was deep and vibrated through her, making her shiver a little against him. His fingers squeezed at the weight of her breast pressing to his palm. “and this.” a small gasp parted her lips as her sex clamped at his words.
“Yes” was all she could get out, coming more like a soft heated moan.
“Tell me what you want, mine.” He may have been asking, but his tone made it clear he knew and he wanted it to.
“You” she retorted before her teeth found her lower lip as his fingers moved, slowly stroking in and out of her. “Decius”
“My Baby” he had the tone of a man that knew he was in control, desired and the woman in his arms was as addicted to him as he was to her…
I will get to the rest when the Overlord has time, xoxo
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