Sunday, December 31, 2017


So 2017 is coming to an end and it's been a pretty rough year for many of us.  There were some good times.  Some great times too.  But no one escaped the year without loss.

Life is never simple.  When we look back we have some clarity, but even in that clarity of after sight there are still patches of fog.  Moments we will never understand because they were beyond our control.  We like control.  The loss of it can cause us to spiral down into the worst parts of our personalities.  For those times I am sorry but I am not ashamed.  We can only do what feels like the best at the time and wish for a happy outcome.  Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose.

2017 had some big losses for me.  Changes I am still trying to learn to deal with on a day to day basis.  There were new friend who came into my life, some stayed, some disappeared.  Life is fickle and ever changing, but I am learning more about myself with each change.  We like to say that life is ever moving forward, but that isn't quite the truth.  It often goes backwards as well. There is the old saying, "One step forward and two steps back."  That is true of the stream of life.  We think we moved so far forward, and then look around and realize we are right back where we started.

What matters more in life is that we do the best we can in each situation, and we stay true to ourselves.  Don't set out to hurt others, but don't hurt yourself either.  Life is hard enough as it is without sacrificing your happiness.  So in the new year, learn to love yourself.  Learn to prioritize happiness.  Learn that great things can happen when you put effort into making them happen.  Be kind, never cruel, and support the ones you love.

Life is like the flow of the river, twists and turns, shifting currents, and rough waters and smooth.  It's an adventure of epic proportions.  So come on 2018.  I've got my sword and shield.  Let's see what you have in store.

Yours thankfully,

Mitch Silverfang

::PS:: I want to thank WS Creations for the chance to write the WS Blog and the faith they have shown in me.  And I want to thank all of you who give me feedback and fandom.  I truly appreciate it all and look forward to lots of great stories yet to come.

Saturday, December 23, 2017


It was getting close to Christmas, and as he looked down at her all he could think of was how he had everything he needed.  His fingers brushed through her hair as she laid her head in his lap.  Her eyes closed and her breathing light.  She looked as if she could be sleeping but he knew she was only waiting.  His eyes roamed the curves of her body and he played with her golden locks.  The need in him was growing.  He smiled as she opened her eyes and caught his gaze.  Sensing the change in his needs she sat  up and laid back against his chest, running her fingers along his leg.

The warmth of her flesh against his keeping the chill of the long winter night away.  The scent of her hair filled his senses as he moved to brush his lips across the back of her neck.  She shuddered against him and he felt his heart beat in his chest.  With a deep sigh he kissed her again.  Warm breaths of air from his mouth played across her skin as she let out a soft moan of approval.  Those breaths stopped when her fingers brushed across his bulge.  Tracing it’s outline through his briefs, she toyed with him before turning and kissing his lips.

The kiss was short but passionate as she pulled away and stood, moving him to the center of the couch before straddling his lap and slowly moving in that seductive dance she knew would drive him wild.  She always knew how to make him ache for her.  Every light brush of her body against his bulge sent ripples of pleasure though his body.  Her gyrations moving her ever closer.  The rhythm seductive and slow as if to some drumming beat he couldn’t hear over the pumping in his chest.

She leaned up, pushing herself higher as she gripped his head and pulled it between her breasts. He lost himself there.  The scent of her body, a floral fragrance from some unknown lotion, made him want to suck and kiss at her flesh.  His lips found her, kissed and sucked at her through her thin top.  The restriction of that lace top was feeble but enough to make him crave more.  Lust building inside him as he ran his hands along her thighs and hips.

Not able to take much more, he pushed her back, forcing her to arch her body and grind that soft mound against him.  Her head fell backward, moans echoing to the ceiling as she worked her moistening panties against his body.  His hands moved up her thighs, thumbs pushing at the edges of her panties.  Finding her swollen lips and brushing them with his thumbs in tease that caused a heightened groan of pleasure to escape.

In a swift motion he picked up his lusting beauty and laid her on her back.  Taking his place beside her, his hands trailed across her stomach and lower.  Her back arched, pushing her shoulders into the sofa and her breasts up to his waiting mouth.  Sucking at the hard tips of her nipples through her top as his fingers played across those silky panties.  Finding them wet, soaked in her nectar, he pushes them aside and works his fingers up and down her glistening lips.  Parting them with a groan of his own as his teeth bite down on her nipple.  Closing his eyes, the traces through those slick folds as if trying to memorize every tactile detail. 

Giving her breast a final tug at that hard tip, he releases her and kisses down her stomach.  His fingers moving to hook his fingers in the thin straps of her panties, pulling them down in one quick motion.  Her breathing catches, not making a sound.  His lips kiss their way along her hip, down her thigh then up again.  Stopping only when his lips brush across her soft outer folds.  Her shuddering groan for more urging him on.  This was the only present he needed, naughty or nice.

Story by: MysterMitch Resident
Models:  Withheld.
Furniture used: ::WS:: Classic Living room Master Set

Thursday, December 14, 2017


                The scent of the room filled Dexter’s senses as he entered the lounge.  His eyes adjusted to the light and he smiled as the focused on the scantily clad beauty by the table.  It had been a long week at work and the holidays added their own stress.  He needed a massage.  Asking around he found the name of a girl who offered massages of a more exotic flare and took a chance.  Seeing her now, he already knew he was going to get his money’s worth.
                “Good evening Sir.  May I take your robe?”  She moved to him, taking the belt of the plush white robe in her fingers and pulling it without waiting for an answer.  He made no effort to hide his eyes as they roamed her curves, barely hidden in her small white teddy.
                “I’m De..”  His words cut off with a finger on his lips.  Warm and soft as she looked him in the eyes with a shake of her head.
                “No names, Sir.”  She pushed the robe from his shoulders and took his hand, leading him to the table.  Dexter took his place, laying down on his stomach and relaxing.  Closing his eyes, the sounds of her movements around the table making his hair raise with anticipation.

                 “Just relax, Sir, and breathe.  Let me take care of you.”  Her hands touched Dexter’s shoulders and he settled down into the pillow with a sigh.  He couldn’t help but notice the warmth of her so close to his head, the occasional brush of the thin white lingerie top as it brushed his cheek, and the gentle way she caressed his skin.
                The masseuse leaned down over him, and Dexter felt his pulse race as her breasts rubbed against his head.  Opening his eyes to see them so close, brushing his cheeks and dragging down to his neck as her hands move along his spine.  He couldn’t help himself but to turn enough to feel one of those perfect orbs slip across his face and lips making him smile.  It was becoming difficult to lay on his stomach as his body responded to more than just her relaxing stimulation.


                She moved away from his head, causing him to pout momentarily as she shifted down to his legs.  Dexter sighed as he relaxed again, thankful to be laying on his stomach to hide his sudden aching bulge.  Her hands moved along his thighs now, kneading his muscles gently with her thin fingers.  Try as he might, there was no way ignore the way his cock throbbed each time her fingers neared the top of his leg.  His buttocks clenched, and he fought back the urge to grind against the table.  Whether she noticed or not, each time her fingers would drift just a little bit higher.

                The room seemed warmer now and Dexter felt his ache through out his body even as she switched legs and worked the other side.  He would have to thank John for recommending her.  Her fingers were magic.
                He pouted again as her hands left his thigh, only to gasp and feel his breath catch as she mounted his back on the table.  Her fingers brushed up his spine and across to his shoulders, but he hardly noticed.  His every thought now on the warmth pressed down onto his back, and the dampness he could feel touching his skin.  As magic as her hands were, that slow grinding against his back while she worked was all he could think about.

                Each movement she made dragged her gently against him.  He was positive of the wet feeling of those thin panties now.  She continued to work on his back for a bit longer before turning around and pressing herself against his upper back.  Her fingers slid down his spine to his buttocks making Dexter arch his back with a groan.  Did he just hear her moan as well?  He gripped the table and focused on breathing as her hands moved over his buttocks.  Kneading them in a firm grip as she dragged those wet panties back and forth, making his heart pound in his chest and his breathing shallow.

                Feeling her lift off him and climb off the table with a tap on his side she cooed softly, “Time to roll over, Sir.  There is more to be taken care of.”

                He rolled over with a blush as his bulge would easily be in plain view.  He kept his eyes closed and waited as he heard her moved to the end of the table.  Silence filled the room for what seemed like forever.  She didn’t touch him.  He couldn’t hear her move.  The only reason he knew she as was there was the soft warmth of her legs against his at the end of the table.  Dexter couldn’t take it any longer as he opened his eyes and looked at her sitting there.  The bulge in his shorts only got worse as he watched her reach and pull away the thin top that had barely hidden her breasts before.  Now with them fully exposed for him, her hands returned to his thighs. 
                “Sir does wish to be tended to?”  Her eyes darkened and her smile softened as she worked her fingers upward.

                He couldn’t speak, only nodding his head as his eyes focused on her swaying breasts.  The nipples so pink and hard, making his mouth water with the thought of sucking on their protruding tips.
                She moved her fingers up to the waistline of his briefs, hooking them in and pulling down in one fluid motion until his cock sprang free.  Dexter felt his body tremble as she licked her lips and moved closer.  Her hand touching his shaft with those delicate fingers sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. 

As she started her slow strokes along his rigid shaft he relaxed back against the pillow.  He was going to owe a John one hell of a thank you.

Story by: MysterMitch Resident
Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Happy Ending Massage Table
Photos by: MysterMitch Resident
Models: MysterMitch Resident

Thursday, November 30, 2017


                Her eyes roamed his body, taking in each line of his muscled torso as he rested on the pillow at her feet.  Her pillow.  Her boy.  She smiled to herself but never let it show.  Her face stayed placid, almost bored as he waited patiently for her command.  Kersti enjoyed the time with her boy.  Each hour at work passed so slowly when she knew he would be there waiting on his pillow for her arrival.  Today, she felt those hours and, so he would too.

                Kersti shifted in her chair, hardly looking in the boy’s direction now.  She inspected her nails, toyed with the leather of the chair, and occasionally slide her fingers along the exposed curve of her breast just to hear the catch in her boy’s breath.  Again, she fought back a smile.  She would keep this up until he was begging for her attention.

                    “Dance for me.  I am bored.”  She looked to him, eyes shining with anticipation.
                “Yes Miss.”  The boy moved his body slowly.  She could see the nervousness in his eyes.  His body moved with little rhythm.  His embarrassment only served to make her yearn for him more.  He danced his awkward dance for her pleasure and she watched the blush in his cheeks and the roll of his hips.

                Standing she moved around him as he danced.  Her fingers reaching out to lightly drag along his arm, then his shoulder.  She raked her nails across his back sending shivers down his spine, but he never stopped moving.  Such a good boy.
                Kersti stopped in front of the boy, kneeling on the floor and dragging her fingers along his chest.  Looking him in the eye as she swirled a light fingertip around his nipple.  His back arched and his breath caught but he never wavered.  She was impressed with his devotion.  It would earn him a bit of fun.
                “Stop, don’t move.”  The order was quick but firm.  He froze in place, arms up, chest out, and body open for her pleasure.  She moved to the floor, arching her back before him and spreading her legs.  Letting his eyes roam her body as she felt the moisture soaking her thin silk panties.  She smiled at last as his eyes found that soft mound.  Seeing the bulge in his pants flex and throb made it all the more fun as she laid back and ran her hands along her thighs and stomach.
                “You have been very patient.”  She cupped her breasts in her hands, rolling her fingers over the nipple covers that barely hid her hardening tips.  Her own back arched, pushing her breasts up as a faint moan escaped her lips.  Lust filled her eyes as she looked up at him and wished for his hands to roam across her curves.  Soon, but not quite yet.

                “Perhaps you would enjoy a little bit of a reward.”  She looked again at his swollen bulge moved to stand.  “Undress and let me see just how much you need it.”
                He did not hesitate.  Lowering his arms to undo the button of his pants, he pushed them down to his knees.  The boy was smart, never taking his eyes from hers and never standing.  She commanded his attention, but also kept him in his place.  Her own eyes dipped down, darkening with desire as his freed cock came into view.  She moved her leg forward to drag the leather of her boots against the thick shaft and the boy shuddered.  His eyes closing for a moment as the pleasure of it filled his senses.
                She moved a step away, allowing him to finish pulling his pants off his bent legs before kneeling quietly before her again.
                “Lay down and stroke yourself slowly for me.” 

                He laid back on the cushion, shifting to plant his feet on the floor on either side of her.  She turned a bit, not standing directly towards him.  Her face placid again as his hand gripped his cock and began its task.  She glanced at him occasionally, as if bored again.  The only betrayal of that truth being the damp patch formed on her panties.  She waited so long for him today.  He wouldn’t have to wait for her much longer.

Story by: MysterMitch Resident
Furniture used:  ::WS:: Wisdom Chair
::WS:: Slave Cushion Heavy Duty
Models:  Toby Giranamo

Saturday, November 25, 2017


Hey gang.  Today I am making a review post, but not on products.  ::WS:: opened up a new store and so I thought I would take a look around and give you my opinion on the changes.

At first glance the new SIM is lovely.  You can see here it's all decorated for winter with snow everywhere.  The affect of it falling from the sky is breath taking.  The landscaping is so well done that I forgot to check out the store for the first 10 minutes I arrived.  So well done WS team.  One of my favorite little spots is the gazebo outside the store.

There are other stores on the SIM as well.  Partner businesses like a photography studio and texture store.  So when you come to check out WS, look around and support the other businesses as well.  Dani is an amazing photographer and Kushi is one of the top texture makes in SL.  Well worth the venture, you wont be disappointed.

Let me stop right here for a moment.  Notice that flash of red?  That's right.. 50% off.. so you better hurry your ass down there if you haven't already.

The store is well laid out, areas are well defined and easy to find.  The map is there as soon as you walk in so you know exactly where to go for what you are looking for.  And did I mention it may be 50% off?

There is lots of room here.  There will be plenty of space for expansion and growing and adding all those new items we are chomping at the bits to get our hands on.  The store is light and clean.  And honestly it doesn't have all those annoying little additions here and there of gimics that add lag or distract us from what we want.  The awesome WS products.

After poking around the store and realizing just how much more money I need to make in SL to get everything I want, I ducked back out to view the SIM again.  From the looks of it the SIM will adjust with the seasons, so I will enjoy the snow while I can, and look forward to the spring thaw and the flowers it brings.  I am sure I will be seeing you all there as well.

Article by: MysterMitch Resident
Photos by:  MysterMitch Resident

Thursday, November 16, 2017



She watched her from the shadows.  The soft clinking of the chains as the girl moved filled the stillness of the room.   Her steps were light and slow as she moved around the girl.  She wasn’t hiding, the girl knew she was there.  She was always there.  Anticipation grew with each step and each breath until it was thick between them.  Every click of her heal made the girl twist and move on the bench.  She liked how the girl’s breath caught in her chest for a moment when she heard that tiny tap on the floor.
                She moved to her now, the light illuminating her at last as she leaned down and caressed her fingertips over the girl’s smooth flesh.  Goosebumps appeared on the girl’s skin as she raked her nails softly along.  Those breaths more catching again, then speeding up a bit as her fingers teased along her inner thighs.  A small smile spread across her lips as she moved lower, blowing out across her skin as she brushed those silk panties gently.  The moan was low but audible as the girl bit her lip and arched her back.
                “My girl has been patient today.”  She teased her tongue out, tracing it around the girl’s belly button.  The trembles that rolled rippled across her body made the girl push up against that playful invader.  Her teeth nipped the girl’s flesh getting a sudden yip followed by a deep groan. 
                Her lips traced the prone body.  Butterfly light as she travelled in slow exploration of her girl.  She knew this body well, but she never tired of it.  Her fingers moved up those curves, stopping to cup the girl’s breath through her thin top.  Those nipples already hard as she rolled them through the fabric with her thumb.  Her mouth found the other, teeth biting down on it and tugging just a bit until the girl’s moan mixed with a soft whimper.

                She climbed onto the table now, her body pressing against the girl.  Lips brushing and sucking at pleasure points all along her skin.   Grinding down as the girl pushed up into her, their bodies in a dance of pleasure.  The chains clinked hard as the girl struggled.  She knew nothing would please the girl more than to have her hands free to explore as well.  There would be time for that when she was ready.
                Pushing herself up, she stood over her girl.  Her eyes finding their way up until their gaze met.  Her girl’s eyes were lost in lust and need.  She had been patient, but was nearing that point where resolve breaks and begging begins.
                “Please Miss..”  Those luscious lips trembled as the girl spoke.  She smiled down at the girl, watching the girl’s body writhe and strain against the restrains.
                She stood still, not responding as she towered over the girl.  Her eyes never leaving their gaze as the girl struggled to move her body to reach her Miss.  After considerable effort, the girl’s panties brushed across her Miss and the girl shuddered and groaned.
                “Tsk tsk.  Now that wasn’t being a good girl at all.”  Her foot raised, toe pressing down against the girl’s soft, covered mound.  The girl’s breath caught quickly and her legs tried to close around the weight of the foot, but she just kept pressing down against that swollen clit.  “What does the girl have to say?”
                “I’m sorry Miss.”  The flush in her cheeks told a different story.

             “I don’t believe you girl.”  She pressed more, letting that sole of her shoe rub against the girl’s silk covered button.  Her smile now devilish as the girl’s moans became loud enough to fill the room.
“Oh God!”  The girl pushed against her foot, wanting more of it as the words poured from her lips.  “Please Miss.  I’m sorry.  Let me make it up to you!”
Satisfied she moved to the floor again.  Taking her time to drag her nails along the girls flesh as she released her legs first, then her arms.  The girl did not stand or try take hold of her.  She knew better.  Taking the girl’s legs, she spun her sideways into a sitting position on the side of the bench.  Walking into the shadows slowly so the girl could see, she sought out the soft leather whip that she kept for the needed punishments.

Turning and slipping the leather through her fingers as she looked to the girl.  “You know what to do.”  There was no hesitation as the girl turned and leaned over the bench.  Those ripe cheeks on display as she stood there and watched.  Who knows how long it would be until the first strike of the whip struck those round cheeks.  But when they do, it will be worth the wait.

Story by:  MysterMitch Resident
Furniture ::WS:: Used: Bondage Bench
Models:  kay1373

Tuesday, October 31, 2017


              Maryem tried to ignore the waves of pleasure that defied her terror.  His lips were soft and passionate, and her clit was swelling with each movement over his leg.  She felt his grip on her wrists loosening as her will to fight him was slowly fading.  Everything in her begged for more and Maryem fought to tell herself that it was her body’s reaction to stimulation mixed with fear.  His lips found her nipple she moaned and her back arched.  Moving a hand to cup her opposite breast, rolling the hard bit under the thin fabric.  She groaned and pushed herself against him as he explored and teased her body. 
                The soaked fabric of her panties excited him as he began to smell her fragrance.  She felt a bit of pain, looking down to see the monster sucking blood from a bite on her breast.  Against her thigh she could feel his cock hardening in his pants as he sucked the blood from her again.  Maryem brought her hands to his head, pushing her flesh into his bite.   Her body trembled again and this time she knew it was her hunger growing as well.  He stripped her of the skirt she wore and the panties that were soaked through, tracing a finger through the blood and drawing a line down to her wet pussy.  His mouth and tongue followed the line across her stomach and lower.  Maryem moaned as his mouth found her lips, laying back on the desk with her arch backed.  He traced them lightly with his tongue before they opened and he let his mouth close around her, sucking her juices. 


                She lost track of time as his mouth devoured her wet folds.  His tongue found her clit and her moan filled the room, feeling the first signs of orgasm beginning to build.  Fingers found her wet pussy and moved inside and she squeezed them as they moved in and out of her.  Her body bucked and ground against him, flooding his face with her lust.

                Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore he stood and pressed against her.  She saw that bulge free now; his cock throbbing, stiff and ready for her.  She reached down and traced the head with her fingers, letting them slide down the shaft until she reached the base.  Wrapping her hands around it she dropped to the floor and kissed the head.  He moaned as his hand found her hair.  He didn’t force her, but the pressure he applied made her take his cock deep in her mouth.  Maryem moaned softly as she felt her body tremble and quake.  Her fingers cupping his balls as she moved her mouth over his cock.  He stood still, fighting the urge to thrust his cock into her mouth.  His balls pulsed and swelled as she heard his breathing quicken.  She licked the head of his cock as her fingers jerked him, feeling her body aching for him inside her.

                He lifted her again, pressing her down on the desk.  Its hard surface was cold on her back and she trembled but she didn’t care.  His cock was between her legs now, pressing her open as she gripped him around his neck.  She opened to him easily as he pushed into her.  The heat of him surprised her as he began to rock his hips, grinding his pelvis against her clit.  Maryem kissed him now, wanting his body on hers, feeling the weight of him on top of her as his cock drove deeper with each thrust.  She felt his lips against her neck again and sighed with the pain.  He was biting her again and this time it felt exquisite.  Needing him now, she forgot to fight, forgot to fear.  She felt only desire as his cock filled her.  Her body shook as passion mixed with pain turning into hunger.  Her orgasm flowed through her in waves and she clung to him as she felt his body tense and spasm as well.  His seed filling her as they rocked and twisted, the closest she had ever been to bliss.

                She didn’t know how or when she had bitten him in return; she tasted his blood in her mouth now, the warmth in her throat.  He cradled her in his arms for a long time as she drifted to sleep.  When she woke he was dressed and held out a long coat for her to wear; her clothes too tattered and torn to be of any use.  She slipped it on and took his hand, realizing it no longer felt so strange.  They turned to walk out into the shadows into the destiny and the eternity he had just granted her.

Story by:  MysterMitch
Furniture Used:  ::WS:: Sexy Desk
Models Used:  MysterMitch
                        Amythe Moonlight

Monday, October 23, 2017


               Shadows swirled and turned in the corridor as she moved toward the chamber door.  Not enough to draw attention, but enough to send a shiver through her spine.  Maryem kept moving forward even as the lights fluttered out in the stately hall.  The tremble in her breath gave away her fear as her heart beat pulsed through the room.


                  “You shouldn’t be out so late,” the voice sang to her, calming even as she knew she should scream.  “Nothing good can come of this.”
                He stepped from the shadows at the end of the hall, and Maryem froze.  No door had opened, nor had she seen him in the pale moon light through the windows.  She could see him now and she fought the conflicting feelings inside.  His skin of marble, his eyes of the palest blue, his hair that shone light even in the shadows, only his lips gave way to color; red.  Every move he made was slow yet he seemed to glide more than walk.  In any other circumstance he would have been beautiful, yet he was death and she knew it.
                “I was just leaving.” Maryem barely whispered.
                “It’s a bit late for that now.”  He almost seemed to laugh as he spoke.
                Maryem turned to run but his arm was already around her.  A scream coming to her throat as the terror finally tore through her but his eyes froze the sound before it could escape.  His skin was hard and cold and her hand began to ache as she thrashed upon his chest and face.  He laughed and caught her wrist, whispering firmly.  “Stop.” 
                Every muscle in her body tensed and went numb as her mind pleaded for her to run.  Those eyes caught her again and she felt her knees weaken.  She wanted to fight.  She remembered how her brother would say to kick him in the balls, or claw his eyes like her father had shown.  She wanted to hurt him and get away, but all she could do was cry. 


            His hand brushed away a tear, licking it from the tip of his finger with a smile.  “Such a wonderful thing a tear is.  It can show sadness, pain, fear, anger, and happiness.”  His finger returned to her cheek and traced the hair over her ear and down her neck.  She shuddered at the feel of his cold skin and her heart raced.  The blood flowed through her veins and the stress plumped her veins, pulsing with each beat of her racing heart.  “But it isn’t the only … delicious… fluid in your body.”
                Maryem strained to scream as his mouth opened wider to show his elongated canines.  Now she knew she was dead.  She knew the face of the beast that would rip her apart and the panic flew through her even as his teeth broke the skin of her neck.  His arms around her as he leaned her against the wooden desk. The weight of him against her pinning her there as he took from her what he wanted.  She could feel her life slipping as he pulled her closer to him.  The world began to swim and she felt warmth flowing through her.  The heat though, didn’t radiate from inside, but rather from outside.  This monster flowed her life into himself and she could feel it making his skin soften and warm.  He pulled away from her sighing and she cried again seeing the blood on his lips and neck.
                “Shhhhh.” His hands moved over her, this time running inside the collar of her shirt, pushing it over her shoulder.  He brought his lips to hers and kissed her more gently than she expected at first.  His lips were soft and warm, much like you would expect from a lover instead of a monster.  Maryem’s strength returned to her slightly and she began to push away from him again.  His arms were strong and he held her firmly to his chest, muffling her protests with his mouth. 
                He wasted little time as she began to struggle, pushing her back against the desk and thrusting his knee between her legs.  With his one arm he caught her wrist and brought it behind her.  Maryem felt her strength wane and knew it was useless.  He had her pinned and in a moment, both her hands held behind her back.  His lips were on hers and she bit the lower lip hard.  It was softer now and she could hear his moan.  Was her aggression turning him on?  She let his lip go and turned her face away from him, crying again now as his lips found her neck, kissing it passionately.  She could feel the blood flowing through her veins again and shuddered.

                He pressed his leg further in between hers.  Maryem’s body shuddered as he ground his thigh against her panties.  With each struggle she felt herself working against the hard muscle of his leg through the thin fabric and fought against the flooding wetness beginning against her will.  His lips moved from her neck to her chest, crossing from side to side in warm kisses that were moving from tender to hunger.  With his free hand he tore the front of her shirt open and Maryem swore under her breath.  She knew he would kill her, but each look in those eyes softened her resistance.  She grew in need at the feel of his touch, the smell of his musk, and the heat of his breath across her skin.  His fingers slid over her stomach and up to her bra, cupping her breasts firmly.  The moan that escaped her lips was pure ecstasy as she felt soft nipples hardened at his touch.  Those eyes met hers again and she knew she was his as his lips moved to kiss the skin now open to him.  

To Be Continued...

Story by:  MysterMitch Resident
Photos by:  MysterMtch Resident
Items Used:  WS Sexy Desk
Models:  Mystermitch  Resident
Amythe Moonlight

Wednesday, October 11, 2017


Hey gang.  I know I just did a product review.. and the next blog will be a Halloween based treat I promise.  But since WS has this great Skeleton Cross that is just perfect for the season I figured I should review it now so you can hurry up and get it for those sexy Halloween parties I know you are dying to throw.

The WS Skeleton Cross is a one of a kind.  One large hand and two smaller hands all connected by a spider's web that you fasten your lover to and taunt and tease them with all your devilish delight.  Nothing screams wicked better than a big bone after all.

The only version I attempted of the Skeleton Cross was the M/f version.  It does come in F/f and F/m versions as well, which is nice.  I find that a preference over trying to cram all the options into menus inside one Cross.

The poses are a bit more limited that many of the WS creations.  Though that isn't surprising since the nature of the Skeleton Cross is more seasonal fun than year round use.  There are a good selection of foreplay choices though, and that is huge plus for anyone that really gets into the teasing and taunting of RP foreplay.  I hate it when creators leave out a good foreplay selection.

The Skeleton Cross is RLV compatible with capture and strip abilities for anyone wandering by with RLV on.  It's the perfect spooky trap to hide away in dark corners or moonlit forests.

I've not seen anything similar to this in my search on MP.  The hand is anatomically correct, well built, and of such unique design it will surely lure people over to take a closer look.  And then you will have the fly in your horny little spider's web. 

So here is the moment you have all been waiting for.  The overall idea and concept of the Skeleton Cross is really amazing.  I enjoy the look of it and the purely dark ans sinister feel of sex on the Cross.  Though the use is limited to dark fantasy RP or Halloween season, if that is what you are looking for you wont find a much better fit than this.  Upon testing I did have some glitches with the poses, though that may have been me and nothing to do with the product.  I did relog though and still had the same issue.  Though the penetration animations were few, I found the longer list of foreplay animations refreshing.  I would definitely (and have) tell my friends to go buy this product for their seasonal use on their sex SIMs.

For the Skeleton Cross I give it:

Thanks again everyone.  Keep those freak flags flying!!

Written by:  MysterMitch Resident
Product Reviewed:  ::WS:: Skeleton Cross

Saturday, September 30, 2017


Hey gang.  It's product review time and we are hitting the way way back machine.  Or are we?  WS has revisited their first ever release with an upgrade to their sex crates.  I was really excited to get my hands on this one, so what are we waiting for?  Let's give it a go.

Well upon rezzing the crates it is easy to see that WS has stuck to offering beautifully crafted items, even with just making crates that you could find in any alley or warehouse.  And honestly, that is exactly what I think they would be best suited for.  RP is big in SL and these crates would fit in any alley or industrial setting beautifully.

There are a few poses for singles, mostly waiting standing by the crates.  Not a lot, but who needs the standing poses?  That isn't where the fun is!

You aren't going to get a large selection of poses with the crates, but he poses you do get are top notch.  I particularly enjoyed the oral poses most of all.  Nothing says fun like a good old fashioned back ally bj.

The poses are strictly male/female, and with a definite domination feel to them.  They are smooth, the faces animate wonderfully, and the action is hot.  I would say I never missed having a huge selection when the animations are quality.  And these truly are.

The advertisement states that the crates are xcite compatible, though I wasn't able to test this out. 

Though the selection of animations is limited, over all the Sex Crates are really well done and would be an asset to any RP SIM or industrial sex setting in SL.  The animations are well done, the crates themselves are beautifully textured, and the over all experience was really enjoyable.  I would definitely recommend adding the sex crates to your inventory of naughty items.

So for the Sex Crates.. I give them 4 cocks up.

Thanks everyone.  See you again next time.  And remember, let your freak flags fly!!

Review by: mystermitch
Photos by: mystermitch
Items Reviewed:  WS Sex Crates