RETROSPECT

With the end of the year here again, I take a moment to look a back on the year and wonder where has the time gone.  It's been a packed year, full of hard times and wildly good ones.  Though many things fell apart and friends were lost, many new ones took their place and life has moved on.  

Life always does though, doesn't it?  It's a mixed bag of shit and roses, but the one constant is that life will move on.  It's not always an easy thing to get through.  Don't ever let anyone tell you that life is just fun, or that SL is just for fun.  It is so much more than a simple game.  It's mixed lives, mixed souls.  What could be easy or simple in a place where you are purely feelings and thoughts.

It's living in SL and realizing that all we have to give is a part of our true selves that scares so many into acting like complete ass holes.  How much easier is it to shove that false front in everyone's faces?  It's so much easier than letting yourself shine through, taking the chance of being open and risking pain and hurt.  But ... with risk comes reward as well.

I've loved and I've lost.  Sometimes feeling a lot more loss than love, but when you stay open and keep yourself true.. great things can happen.  Love will find you, it always does.  So in the new year, make it a promise to yourself and others to live open.  Don't hide behind fear, don't run from good and never feel ashamed for wanting something that seems out of your reach.

I will never run again.  

I will believe in myself.

I will go for what I want.

And I will always be there for you.  My Friends, My Love, and My Self.

Happy New Year.

TIS THE SEASON

MERRY CHRISTMAS

He walked into the room with a wide smile on his face.  The smell of the fireplace and pine needles filled the room, reminding him that it was Christmas time.  He set down his briefcase and hung his coat by the door.  Mitch had noticed her there, waiting for him, but he did not acknowledge her yet.  She was his gift to himself this year and he would savor it slowly.

Her skin reflected the fire with a golden hue.  It was so easy to see that she spent ample time on the beach.  Her body was that of a swimmers, long and lean.  And the tan lines that showed she preferred thongs over the more covered style of bikini.  So she liked to show off.  Well that was a good thing. 

Locking eyes with her at last, Mitch's smile narrowed.  His fingers reaching out to brush along her skin.  She let a soft moan escape her lucious lips as he pressed his rough hands along the curves of her body.  Her flesh was supple and smooth, and he enjoyed his exploration.  Cupping those large breasts, rolling the nipples through her top until they became hard as little pebbles.  Her whimpers only encouraged him more.  Leaning in, he brushed his lips across hers only to be met with a hungry kiss in return.

Pulling away, Mitch pulled her hair in a warning.  "Slow down."  He said in a firm tone.  Turning hear around to face the post, the ran his hands up her long arms then down slowly, caressing her body while leaning in to suck at her neck.  The trembles through her body made his cock swell in his pants.  Pressing it to her round cheeks making her press back into him in need.  His hands moved around her, gripping her breasts.  His strong hands digging into those perfect orbs, squeezing hard as he sucked at her pulse.

Ripping her top down, he continued to work her fleshy mounds between his fingers, pinching and pulling at her nipples as he moved to kiss and suck at her ear.  Mitch's breath was hot now, tickling against her flesh.  Her body responded by grinding back more, pushing against his raging hard on.  He rocked with her, shoving it along her bare cheeks, their passion growing steadily into a burning flame.

Spinning her around, Mitch kissed along her flesh, biting at the tops of her breasts before sucking one hard nipple into his mouth.  Her mound muffled his groans but nothing stopped her moaning from ripping from her lungs.  His teeth dug into the soft flesh surrounding her nipple as his tongue lashed across that hard tip.  

She pulled at the chains and pushed her breast into his mouth with an arch of her back.  Mitch gripped the other breast, pinching the nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling and tugging at it.  Her pleasured moans filled the room as her body came alive with heated lust.

Moving back, their eyes meeting with the same flames of desire.  Mitch's hand raising and coming down across her breast, the sting sudden in his palm as her head falls back.  "Ahhh shit!" she cries out, but he pays no mind.  Slapping her breast again and again, watching it turn red with multiple hand prints.  His cock raging in his pants, swollen and pushing against the fabric of his suit, wanting to find it's place deep inside this girls dripping sex.

Her head falls forward, chest heaving and gasping to catch her breath.  His hand caresses her breast, the warmth of her swelling skin matching the flesh of his palm.  The need in her eyes now pure submissive lust as she raises her head to look at him.

"More Sir, please.." is all she says.

Mitch moves to the Christmas tree, removing one long gift that he had planned on having her unwrap in the morning, but deciding he could not wait.  Ripping away the wrapping paper to show her the flogger that he had gotten her, the soft strands still smelling strong of new leather.  Her eyes widened and she pressed her thighs together, grinding them in anticipation.

"Merry Christmas pet."  Mitch spoke softly as he brushed the strands across her skin.  Watching her squirm and tremble the bite her lip to muffle the moan that would give way her complete desire.

"Merry Christmas Sir" she replied, tensing her body in anticipation as he rose the flogger, preparing his first strike.

STORY BY: mystermitch resident

PHOTOS BY: mystermitch resident

FURNITURE USED: ::WS:: Bondage Post

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Bondage-Post/9734734

UNWRAPPING

A MATTER OF THANKS

Thank you very much

REVIEW TIME

Class Room Review

CLASS IS IN

Mrs. Pearl moved to the desk and smacked the ruler down hard, the loud crack filling the room and waking him up from his impromptu nap.  He jumped and looked around the room, dazed.  The others were gone?  How long had he been asleep?   His eyes landed on the teacher at last... looking her up and down before his brain could tell him to stop.

"Was I boring you?"  Her arms crossed as she looked down at him over the rim of her glasses.  Her eyes burned with anger that made him shift in his seat.

"No, I just..." his eyes avoided her, instead fixing his gaze on the hem of her pencil dress and shapely legs.

"Save it!"  She set the ruler on the desk and circled him, he swore he could feel the touch of her nails across the back of his shirt.  "You are already failing this, and it's an adult learner night class.  I wouldn't care, but you failing makes me look bad and I hate looking bad."

"Sorry.. but advanced female studies isn't really what I thought it would be."  Man had it been a surprise to find out that the class was not just learning the female body, which was one of his favorite topics.  He had pictured hot models, close up inspections, and some unexpected hook ups.

"Well I can tell the 'study' part isn't your strong suit."  Her eyes were still on him and he shifted more.

"Yeah, I guess they aren't."  He started to stand but she shoved him back down into the chair.  

"You need a little discipline."  She moved to the desk and ran her fingers through his hair, gripping tight at the scalp and jerking his head back as her other hand raked her nails along his jaw down to his neck.  "I know this class is part of your employment condition.  You fail it, you end up out of a job."  

He looked quickly into her eyes, he didn't like the look he could see there, but still he felt his cock stiffening in his jeans.  "Yes.  I've got to pass."

She ran her thumb over his lips, biting her own and then pulling him up to his feet.  "Then we will have to whip you into shape.  Do as I say and maybe you will keep that job of yours."  She turned him and dragged his head down by his hair until he was bent over with his hands gripping his chair.

"What are you doing?"  His heart raced as he gripped the chair, his head hurt from the pulling at his hair but he didn't move from where she put him.  His body trembled unexpectedly at the treatment.

HER PRIZE

REVIEW

BUZZ KILL

THE MASSAGE

The room was warm, music low, and the soft scent of lavender filled the air.  Mitch pulled back the sheets on the table, half hoping they wouldn't be needed.  He had seen her walking into the changing room to strip out of the modest dress she was wearing.  It did it's best to hide her shapely curves, but in the end failed.  His imagination had gone into overdrive at the idea of this conservative woman stripped down on his table.

She entered the room at last, smiling softly at him as she looked around the room for instructions.

"Take off the robe, hang it there on the wall and lay face down on the table."  His smile was soft, but his words firm.  She looked at him and chewed her lip, but then took off the robe and draped it on the hook.

Her arms went naturally to cover herself as she moved to the table, laying down and looking for something to cover herself.  "Is there a sheet or..."

"You don't need to worry about that.  We wont be disturbed here, it's just us and I will take care to be as sensitive as I can be."  His tone was soft as he took her hand hand helped her stretch out on the table."

"o..ok."  Her voice trembled just a bit, her hand was soft and smooth.  She gripped his hand more from nervous energy than the need for balance.  He had no idea why someone so naturally beautiful could be so scared to be displayed.

Mitch took his place at the head of the table, picking up the hot stones and laying one after the other along her spine.  Her pur of delight made him smile as her body noticeably relaxed.  His fingers,  now slick with oil, moved over her shoulders and neck.  His thumbs working small circles along the path of her muscles.

The smooth feel of her skin under his rough palms was almost hypnotic.  He explored her with slow intention.  Working his fingers against the muscles, smoothing them and kneading her as he took in the true beauty of the woman.  Sliding his oiled palms up to her shoulders and down her back.  His fingertips pressing along her flesh, working away the stress of the day.  He couldn't help bu notice the swell of his cock as he reached her lower back.

Moving around to the side of the bed, he took time to press the palm of his hand hard along her spine, hearing the low gasped groan of release as the muscles flattened and then loosened under his skilled touch.  He couldn't wait any longer, working his way up to her round cheeks.  She trembled as he did, but he didn't stop.  Each small motion of his fingers across her flesh made his heart race in his chest.  Though he growled when her panties stopped his exploration.  She tensed a bit and he knew she had heard it.

"I can not work your muscles fully with these on."  He didn't ask, didn't care.  Mitch hooked his fingers in her waistband and pushed her panties down her hips.  He could see her visibly shudder at the action, but he didnt stop until her panties were tossed to the floor.

Mitch straddled her legs, and watched as she gripped the top of the table with her hands and bit her lip.  Taking the oil and applying it to his hand, warming it up as his eyes roamed the curve of her cheek.  Gripping her at the knees and sliding his way up her leg.  His cock jumped and ached when his thumbs brushed across her lips, feeling the collection of moist heat gathered there.

This was going to be a very happy ending for them both.

Story by: mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Happy Ending Massage Table

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Happy-Ending-Massage-Table/9397188

Review

Hey Gang.  I thought I'd go into something a bit more for the sensual side of ::WS:: this month and do a review of the furniture piece I use the most and see the most in clubs I frequent.  The ::WS:: Massage Table.

As an RP item, it's hard to beat this table.  I love giving massages to lovely ladies and honestly, this table has never let me down.  It's got a good variety of poses both for the massage and the hot happy ending.  The menu is one of the better for ::WS::.  It's got lots of options and is broken down into "FOR HIM" and "FOR HER" making it easy to focus on the right poses for the right person.

As an added treat, the towel hanger will give wearable towels in multiple sizes and colors.  The table will also rez towels, lotion, and hot rock bucket to add to the setting and mood.

The table itself is simple and elegant, which makes it an easy blend into any spa like environment.  The textures again, are simple but nice.  You don't need something wildly fancy in a spa table.  Calm is best when it is kept simple.  

As I said earlier, this is my most used item in my ::WS:: inventory.  I love the animations and the choices.  Everything is well thought out and very fluid.  It may be one of the earlier releases but I still think it is one of the best out there. So much so that I am gonna use it in my next post.

For me, the ::WS:: Happy Endings Massage Table is a solid 5 cocks up.  It's a great purchase for your home, spa, or just to keep in inventory to rez out whenever you find a stressed out playmate in need of a good release.

See you soon everyone, and keep those freak flags flying.

Review by; mystermitch resident

Photos by: mystermitch resident

Furniture used: ::WS:: Happy Endings Massage Table

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Happy-Ending-Massage-Table/9397188

TAKE HER TO THE POST

Her body glistened in the dancing shadows of the room.  The torchlight highlighted her natural curves to their simple perfection.  He watched her from his chair, masked in the darkness of the far side of the room.  There was no doubt that she could see him.  Never was there a reason for him to hide, for here she was his and his alone.  Just the sight of her reminded him of days past when she'd refused this side of herself with him.  Always strong, proud, confident, yet in need of being dominated, broken, and used.

"You kept yourself away far too long, girl."  He stood at last and moved to her with a predator's grace. His eyes drifted over her body, taking in the swell of her breast as her breathing deepened, the sweat on her flesh as it caught the flickering light, and the defiance still on her lips as she smiled.

"Too long for one of us."  Her eyes shown that fierceness he had always found attractive, but the flush in her cheeks gave away her excitement.

"You can say that all you want, but you are here with me by your own choice."  His fingers reached out and stroked along her arm and down to her side.  The tremble in her body brought a wicked smile to his face.  Goosebumps appeared along her flesh as her breath caught in her throat.

"One you may make me regret."  She pulled hard at the chains but the held her tight.  

His hand found her ass, pulling her close against his body as his whisper found her ear.  "You will only regret walking out that door..."  His breath tickled her ear and she sighed, catching herself and turning quickly, trying to bite at his neck.  

Those perfect teeth raked his skin as he pulled away, his hand coming hard across her face, in a quick response.  Redness spread where his hand struck and she looked at him, stunned at the force of it.  If she was going to protest, it was stopped at the first sight of the knife he pulled from his pocket.  The girl bit her lip where it was swelling as he caressed her flesh with the flat of the blade.

"Well, perhaps you need some breaking tonight."  he turned and cut the thin material of her bra, watching it pop open revealing her breasts to the dancing glow of the torches.  A few more cuts free'd the flimsy top from her body and he tossed it away.

"Bastard!  Do you know what that cos..."  her gasp cut off the words as he grabbed her breasts and trapped her nipples between his fingers, kneading them with his rough palms.

"No, and I don't really care."  His hand slapped across her breast, the sting felt deep into his palm.  Those luscious orbs swayed back and forth as he slapped them again.  Even through gritted teach he could hear her moan.

From behind the post he pulled the flogger, dragging the soft leather straps along her breasts and stomach.  She fought and moved away from the sensation, knowing her nerves were awakening and what the next few moments would bring.  The air swished as she swung the flogger in a half stroke, slapping it across her side.  She shrieked at the moment it hit, then shuddered and groaned out loud.  The next hit from the leather straps landing on her breast and her knees gave way.  Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, and though many would think this was to make him stop, he could tell by her saturated panties that she only wanted more.

The next moments were a blur of smacking sounds of the flogger hitting flesh, the air being cut by the soft leather strips, and the gasped moans of pleasure from the girl on the post as she rattled the chains as she pulled on them for support.  Her flesh was red, warm, beautiful.  Drool dripped from her lips to her breasts, making them sparkle in shades of that reminded him of the very fire of her earlier defiance.

He set the flogger down now, moving to her and caressing her bruised flesh.  That defiance now gone, turned into pure delight and lust as he played his fingers across her abused flesh.  His cock raged now, making a noticeable bulge in his slacks.  She glanced down and saw it, the outline clear even in this dim light.

"Please..." she said with a look of need in her eyes, licking her lips in anticipation.

Pulling off the chains, dropping them to a lower hook as the girl fell onto her weakened knees.  His cock jumped free as the zipper came undone.  She gave him one last look of anticipation before opening her mouth for the coming assault.

"Welcome home.." he said as his fingers twined into her hair, holding her firmly in place as he slid his cock between her waiting lips.  

Story By: mystermitch residnet

Photos By: mystermitch resident

Furniture Used: ::WS:: Bondage Post

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Bondage-Post/9734734

TAKE AT THE LAKE

The sun baked down on them in the midday heat.  She looked as beautiful as he remembered, maybe more so.   His fingers brushed through her hair as she stared up at him, though he wasn't sure if she was really looking at him or if she was lost in her own world of thought.

"What are you looking at?"  He smiled as he gave her hair a tug.

"Owwwww.." she raked her fingers along his chest in protest.  "Don't, you know what that does to me."  She smiled and kissed his stomach.  "I was just thinking how we've changed so much in the time we were apart and yet, you still feel the same."

His fingers tickled across her stomach as he stroked her hair again.  "Cause I am the same."  Those same fingers looped under her and pulled her up into his lap.  His smile warm as the sun.  "Same ol' pervert you always knew."

Giggling, she ran her finger through his hair and leaned in close, licking his nose.  "Jeez, you aren't just a perv.  You are a good guy."

"No.. I am a perv."  His smile was wide as he leaned in and bit her neck, his tongue tracing her pulse as it quickened.  The bulge growing under the weight of her as she wiggled on his lap trying to free herself from his grasp.

"Oh god... don't do that... we are visible to everyone.."  her cheeks flushed as she spoke feeling his hand cupping her breast over her bikini.  The protests didn't slow him at all, his strong hands squeezed at her fleshy orb, rolling her covered nipple with his thumb until it was as hard as a diamond.  Her whimpers only seemed to urge him on.

"Oh.. I bet they all want to see don't they?"  He jerked her up and moved them to the edge of the dock, in clear view of everyone on the lake.

She shuddered in response, "What are you doing to me... fuck..."  Her head flung back against his shoulder, knees so weak he had to put an arm around her to hold her up.  His fingers locked with hers as he guided her hand down to her soaked bikini bottoms.  The growl muffled against his neck.

"We haven't even been in the water yet and you are so very wet."  His teeth raked her neck like an animal to it's mate.

"You fucking tease.."  her body shook against his, her fingers and his working along her covered mound, hitting at her sensitive clit that was so poorly protected by her thin suit.

"Oh, you don't want to be teased?"  pushing her down onto the bench, thankful for the padding as he laid his weigh on top of her.  His fingers now grinding against her wet mound all on their own as her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

"No.."

"No what?"  his fingers slid up, making slow grinds just against her swollen button.

"No Sir... don't tease me." She flushed at her own words, biting her lip and looking him in the eyes.

"I never tease you."  His fingers pushed her bottoms to the side, exposing her glistening lips to the breeze.  She moaned in anticipation, legs parting naturally for him as his dominance became clear.

Parting her, teasing his fingers between her velvety petals as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss.  Tongue twisted together in a delicate dance even while his fingers explored into her tight entrance.  She shook against him, spreading wider, no longer caring who could see her.  They stayed like this, kissing and exploring until she thought he felt her tremble as if her body would explode.  

His fingers slipped from her soft sex and she let out an exasperated sigh.  Though a moment later that sigh turned into a shriek of excitement and surprise as he dragged her quickly to the edge of the bench and pushed his face between her thighs.

Everyone at the lake got something to remember that day, but then again, isn't that what a good summer is all about?

Story By: mystermitch resident

Photos By: mystermitch resident

Furniture Used: ::WS:: Summer Bench

https://marketplace.secondlife.com/p/WS-Summer-bench/9318120

HIS GAME

The running water in the bathroom stopped at last.  Mitch sat patiently, waiting on the beauty to emerge.  He knew she was doing her best to prepare for him.  It had been a long time since they had spent time together, but he didn't tell her how much he had craved her in the meantime.  He listened to the ambient sounds of her preperation.  She hummed a soft song that he didn't recognize as she hung up her dress in the closet.  Mitch bit his lip in anticipation of what she must have been wearing underneth.

The site did not disappoint.  He stifled his growl of approval when she finally came into view.  Her body was still taught an toned.  She took great care of herself, it was easy to see.  His eyes took in her beauty as she crossed the distance with feline grace.  Funny how even a mouse can look like the cat when they move.  She laid her body against his on the sofa, and smiles.  Mitch pulled her up, looking deep into her eyes and just let her body meld to his.  They exchanged no words, there had been nothing but talking for far too long.

The smooth feel of her flesh under his hands brought his hunger to a raging inferno inside his chest.  His lips pressed to hers, sucking at those delicate petals as they opened to invite his tongue.  Her taste was familiar and pleasing.  Their bodies moved against each other as he explored her.  She kept her arms around his neck for strength as his hands caressed her every curve.

The room faded away and their desire consumed the night.  

The deep growl ripped from Mitch's chest as he gripped her ass and pulled her up, kissing and biting his way down her chest.  Her top gave him all the access he needed to her body.  In the dark he could hear the tremble in her voice and the moan in every breath.  His teeth bit the soft skin of her breast, leaving his mark before he reached her nipple.  Sucking it in, dragging his rough tongue across the hard tip as she moved her body on top.  Spreading herself over him so her soft, needy sex could grind against him.

His cock ached in his boxers but he refused to give into that desire.  Mitch instead kept his focus on her.  He alternated from one nipple to the other, taking them in his mouth and attacking them with his tongue.  Her soft mound ground down harder on his abdomen and he could feel the heat and moisture spreading across his skin.  He craved that moisture.  Wanted her taste on his tongue and her nectar on his lips.

She gasped out loud as he pulled her up and dove his tongue into her soft folds.  She shook and arched her back, pushing herself against his face.  He felt empowered, gripping her breasts and squeezing her trapped nipples between his fingers as he feasted on her velvet lips.  The darkness echoed her pleasure in the sounds of panted moans.

It had been too long, and he would claim all of her tonight.

Story by: mystermitch resident

photos by: mystermitch resident