Zaras Dreamy Encounter in Second Life

Hey babes! Oh, I’m so excited that we’re sharing this moment. I’m just imagining you casually absorbing the mildly silly but totally endearing prose of yours truly, Zara. Once upon a time not too long ago, I bumped into Kara on one of my whimsical sim-hopping adventures.

She shared tales of her blog, and honestly babes, I’ve never even doodled a shopping list before, let alone a full-blown essay. Yet the idea sounded quite tempting, didn’t it? A monthly update on my life?! So, with Kara’s thoughtful tips and don’ts, I began to think All that was left was the big wide question – what on earth to write about? But oh, trust your Zara to find something, and did I ever!

A New Adventure in 3some Penthouse

Babes, have you ever dipped your toes into 3some Penthouse? I was oblivious to its existence until a friend nudged me in that direction. Though I was initially wary, I thought, “Why not?” Let me disclose something about your Zara, babes – I’ve been around the block in sex sims, and often, they fall flat against the bluster. But, guess what, I decided to bank on my pal’s recommendation and off I galloped.

Upon arrival, I immediately sensed a gaze lock onto me. I peered around, a tad anxious, and there it was – a tongue, forked and flicking. A lizard-man perhaps? Nah, just an insanely swoon-worthy hottie. He radiated a heat that could toast marshmallows.

A crimson tide washed over me under his inspection, and in that flustered state, I started doing that little sway – you know the one I refer to, right? When a cute guy is in your vicinity and you don’t know where to look.

Then, he broke the silence.

The Flutter of First Encounters: A Limo Ride into Luxury

Ok babes, let’s dive into a moment that was all swirls and butterflies for me. So, there I was, a bit jittery because, hello, dreamboat alert! But, I decided to own it with a smile. And oh, that smile – what was I thinking? Sending all the signals, loud and clear! But let’s be real, I was already head over heels in lust.

He leaned in, his words wrapping around me like a warm hug, calling me beautiful. As if I needed reminding! But then, bam, he went for the kiss.

Oh, my knees turned to jelly, my heart raced – I was totally swept off my feet. In that heartbeat, all I craved was to be closer, much closer to him.

“I have a place close by,” he whispered, his voice a melody that promised more. “Join me?” How could I resist? With a flick of his wrist, a limo pulled up. Yes, babes, a limo! Talk about making a girl feel special.

So, cuddled up in luxury, off we went.

The Heat Rises: A Wild Finale

Talk about a close encounter, babes. Here we were, perched on his plush sofa, getting all cozy. His sweet whispers of “You’re beautiful,” made my heart race and blood heat. There’s truly nothing like feeling wanted, is there?

As moments passed, my fingers playfully danced across his shirt buttons. And oh, how he reciprocated, helping me slip out of my top with ease. It was seduction, a feeling that left us both breathless. Let’s just say, a girls mouth knows her way around a cock and let’s make it clear, he was thoroughly enjoyed.

But the warmth didn’t stop there. Swapping roles, he pulled me onto him. Licking and eating my wanton pussy, leaving traces of mw all over him. I trembled, completely lost in ecstasy until finally, my climax hit, leaving him drenched in my girl cum.

But we weren’t done, loves. Not even close. Like a wild beast, he pinned me to the sofa and started claiming me, each deep thrust sending waves of pleasure through me.

This wasn’t tender love – it was raw, hungry, and completely powerful. I was in bliss, on a blissful cloud, and then… it happened. He filled me with his seed, the warm spurts marking a satisfying ending to our fiery fuck.

And let me tell you, it was hot – fan yourself hot. I can’t wait to let you in on more of these steamy stories. They’re too juicy to keep to myself. 💋

The Ghost of Daddy and His Shadowy Friends

Babes, I must share something deeply personal with you. It’s a struggle, a daily battle. Yep, it’s an addiction, and not the nice sort, either. It’s coke and heroin, pulling me this way and that – it’s a rough ride

The day I cranked 18, mama showed me the door, she was all done wanting a daughter. So I waltz over to Daddy’s, and boy oh boy, it’s just one zany rollercoaster of highs and lows from there on.

Daddy was there, but you could argue he was just another ghost in the crowd. His buddies were wild, partying hard, all drowsy-eyed and hopped up on the wild side. And that’s where I got my first dance with the drug lords.

To keep my place, I had to twirl and tap to their rhythm – let’s be real, babes, it wasn’t just dance-steps I gave away. I had to suck dick to keep my fix coming. All of Daddy’s friends while he was seemingly oblivious. And the cherry on this crazy ice cream sundae? I’m still tangled up in it.

Even though I’ve kissed Daddy’s chaos goodbye, got my own crib, there’s no real freedom. I’m still dancing to the tune of a drug lord for that next shot of high. Forget food, all I crave to know is when I’m gonna taste that wild ride again.

The Rescuer or the Narcissistic Narcotic Nut: The Tipping Point

Picture me, quaking on the cold, hard floor of my bedroom. Yearning for a fix, but I had zilch, nada, nothing to soothe my aching. The world spun and swirled in a funny cocktail of hues and I was in my own personal purgatory. I had to find a remedy, and so, the pathetic sight that I was, I managed to drag myself into the sea of faces outside.

Miraculously, this chap appears, out of nowhere. I’ve no clue who he was, babes, but he had the magic curtain call to my drawn-out performance – a fat, juicy roll of the green. We’re talking enough to keep my party going for a couple weeks, with snacks on the side! Vibes screamed drug lord, his swanky seaside escape echoed the theory.

The requests started. His twisted pleasure featuring me as his puppet. Me, bending, gyrne, him getting his jollies. Babes, this wasn’t love, it was far from it. A hardcore transaction that ended with him savagely claiming what he thought he deserved. Me sucking his dick to start and then savagely claiming my pussy as his own.

Not surprising, hic et nunc, that lettuce dotted with Lincoln’s face all went to the drugs. The grub had to step aside. Needs over wants, right, Babes?

A Glimpse Into Zara’s Personal Quarters

A distinguished gent, all dapper in his suit, stumbles upon me while I’m out hunting for a new billboard ad. I mean, suits are hard to ignore, right? His life is likely all about boardrooms and bottom lines. So, I thought, why not offer him something to lighten up his day—a line of coke? His response was a bit unexpected, “just give me you.”

Well, wham! Not your average day. Next, his sweet whispers of inquiries about my rates. Just your normal rates, nothing fancy. And then, a question pops out of his mouth, “Got a place?” Surprise! I happen to own the sweetest spot above the shops in Street Whores. Was it a bit on the spartan side? Maybe, but what’s a girl gotta do when she needs to choose between ‘furnish & flourish’ and ‘drugs & hugs’?

Then, the magic begins. We were both quickly out of our clothing. His hot, pulsating dick takes the front seat. The situation escalates, ending up with me being pinned on the sofa, with him slamming deep into me.

After our encounter, my cash found its way to my ‘trusty drugs fund’ jar. Then it was time to freshen up, letting the heat of the hot shower wash away the slimy cum.

Highscores, High times, High on Life

Let me paint you a picture – dimly lit alley next to my little loft. There, I waited for my guy, the one with the magic dust. Yes, I had enough for a couple of trips, but hey, why not top it up? That’s when I heard it, a. sexy voice. He had a one-track mind, wanting me to suck his dick. Well, why not, if you pay me right!

Off we go to his big place that looked more like a castle. Not bad for an unplanned night, huh? But things took a detour when I spotted that video game setup on his bed. Even as I got ready for some down-under action, I couldn’t resist squeezing in some racing game time. I mean, who doesn’t like a quick race, right babes?

But this guy was hell-bent on getting his playtime. So, no matter how engrossed I was, no matter how many clothes he tossed, I was all about vroom vroom! But then, he made a move that I couldn’t ignore. He tilted my face and voila, dick in my mouth – there was no more game time for me.

Just as I got into the sucking groove, he went ahead and asked while gasping, “What’s the extra for a full ride?” No sooner had he asked, he was all in – literally! Then we fucked, a sweaty, heady, mess of a ride but oh so hot! And top top it all of – he paid me for 3 sessions in advance!!

Surviving Second Life: Withdrawal Woes in Street Whores

The love parade had just ended on a high note, and then bam! Withdrawal, and it hit me hard. The shakes, the screams – declaring war right on his fancy bed. I needed a ride home, ASAP, to cure my seismic shakes.

I knew, tucked away at home was my savior, my precious stash, but reaching it now felt like an uphill task. But hey, here’s the magic part – we addicts got this little guardian angel, a nifty tracker that points us to the nearest dealer. Neat, huh?

I sent out my SOS text, “NEED A FIX ASAP!” And in comes my lifesaver, albeit wearing a scowl and charging way too high for her less-than-stellar stuff. But hey, beggars can’t be choosers, right?

She knew my address, and in no time, I was greeted by my knightess in shining armor. There I was, sitting in my mess on the floor, shuddering like a leaf, stringing nonsensical phrases, quite the sorry sight. But she didn’t flinch; she came to my rescue, and she did good, babes, real good.

Where To Find Me

You must be itching to ask, “Where does this wild, one-of-a-kind Zara reside?” Here’s your answer – Street Whores, babes! It’s one mad, lively neighborhood with an unexpected perk of being a harbor for my drug supply.

Yes, sweethearts, that’s my turf! So if you’re in a mood for some crazy fun or simply want to contribute to ‘Zara’s drugfund’, click away on the oh-so-inviting link below. Can’t wait to meet you there!

Click on this little link to come and visit me at Street Whores