Black & White Dance at the Race Track
Last night, I logged in to attend a truth or dare event in Perilous Pleasures. With a title like Perilous Pleasures, you might assume that the reason one goes is for cybersex. While no doubt that happens there, the reason I like PP is because of its community. The people there are not only extraordinarily friendly and cool, but they are also SL power users who know how to get the most out of Second Life. If you're looking for love at PP, you are likely to overlook violent octapi, one of the finest photo galleries in SL, and interactive hair scripts that let you introduce yourself to someone by braiding her hair.
Sadly, not enough people showed up for the truth or dare adventure, so a couple of us went off in search of other pleasures. We quickly found ourselves at the Silver Motorsports Complex, which is SL's home for NASCAR racing. How a couple of submissives trailing particle bubbles would up at a NASCAR track is a little hard to explain. I will only say that my hero and muse, whom I will refer to in this space as SC, is the one who led me there.
At the Silver Motorsports Complex, there was a black and white themed dance. We arrived too late for the contest, but I put on my party black, which in this case was my goth batsuit, complete with batwings, tall black boots, and what not. Normally, I don't wear particularly racy clothes. I like to think my clothes are pretty classy and a little bit, but not over-the-top, sexy. But the batsuit is pretty damned sexy, and whenever I wear it, I tend to get hit on.
Now, I'm not a prude, and I don't mind being hit on; indeed, I can even be a little adventurous, as long as I can hide behind my avvie. But getting hit on can also be a distraction, when people are just trying to get to know you so they can get in the virtual sack with you. I've got nothing against that, and I've even done it a time or two, but there's more to SL than iTrysting, and last night, I was looking for adventure, not digital booty. So these were my thoughts as I donned my batsuit and hit the dancefloor.
While I was there, my muse SC introduced me to Ms. M., a tall and commanding woman with a gun on each thigh. SC then took off to do some race driving of her own (!) and left us alone (on a crowded dancefloor). Ms. M. is a domme (her subs can be found listed in her profile), and she had the gravitas to make me want to get to know her better. She seemed interested in me as well--not in the crass way that noobs hit on you--but in a conversational way that included well timed compliments that I guess amount to a form of classy flirtation.
Are you piqued? Dying to know whether I took up Ms. M. on her offer to take into the back of her UPS truck and drive off and run out of gas somewhere? So am I! Unfortunately, a RL disaster showed unforgivable timing and took me away! When I returned, Ms. M. was offline, and I was standing alone in a race track yearning for a presence that was not there.
Sadly, not enough people showed up for the truth or dare adventure, so a couple of us went off in search of other pleasures. We quickly found ourselves at the Silver Motorsports Complex, which is SL's home for NASCAR racing. How a couple of submissives trailing particle bubbles would up at a NASCAR track is a little hard to explain. I will only say that my hero and muse, whom I will refer to in this space as SC, is the one who led me there.
At the Silver Motorsports Complex, there was a black and white themed dance. We arrived too late for the contest, but I put on my party black, which in this case was my goth batsuit, complete with batwings, tall black boots, and what not. Normally, I don't wear particularly racy clothes. I like to think my clothes are pretty classy and a little bit, but not over-the-top, sexy. But the batsuit is pretty damned sexy, and whenever I wear it, I tend to get hit on.
Now, I'm not a prude, and I don't mind being hit on; indeed, I can even be a little adventurous, as long as I can hide behind my avvie. But getting hit on can also be a distraction, when people are just trying to get to know you so they can get in the virtual sack with you. I've got nothing against that, and I've even done it a time or two, but there's more to SL than iTrysting, and last night, I was looking for adventure, not digital booty. So these were my thoughts as I donned my batsuit and hit the dancefloor.
While I was there, my muse SC introduced me to Ms. M., a tall and commanding woman with a gun on each thigh. SC then took off to do some race driving of her own (!) and left us alone (on a crowded dancefloor). Ms. M. is a domme (her subs can be found listed in her profile), and she had the gravitas to make me want to get to know her better. She seemed interested in me as well--not in the crass way that noobs hit on you--but in a conversational way that included well timed compliments that I guess amount to a form of classy flirtation.
Are you piqued? Dying to know whether I took up Ms. M. on her offer to take into the back of her UPS truck and drive off and run out of gas somewhere? So am I! Unfortunately, a RL disaster showed unforgivable timing and took me away! When I returned, Ms. M. was offline, and I was standing alone in a race track yearning for a presence that was not there.
posted by Allecto Brissot at 3:04 PM
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