(Today's entry is an examination of how my sexual life is going within the videogame Second Life. As such, it should be treated as any other sexual entry posted here - that it will contain graphic language, and much more information about my sex life than you may have wanted to know. Caution is advised. It was also written as a simultaneous submission for an in-game magazine; that's why it has a slightly different voice than the one I usually have here.)

(There are 30 new adult photos at my Flickr account, as well as 275 other new screenshots, for anyone interested, although none are of the story detailed below.)

I'm a veteran of RL swinging, because of a sex column I used to write when younger and crazier, but a newbie to SL. A big reason I'm here, in fact, is to learn more about the whispers made around the dark corners of the internet - that most of those people 'doing that Second Life thing' are there for sexual reasons. It's intrigued me, and I want to know more - more about how it compares to my RL experiences, more about what you can do here that you can't in RL. And moreover, for the first time in my life I've gotten home broadband this year; which means that I've been doing erotic cyberchat for the first time this year too. And I've discovered, I'm actually a pretty good chatter; thank the old column for that, I guess, as well as ten years of professional erotica writing before that. Partners seem to like what I'm texting and saying over voice. and I do with them; but only if they're literate, imaginative, incredibly dirty, and understand that the point of SL sex is to try things you never would in RL.

So of course I want to have sex in SL. A lot. A lot of different kinds. With a lot of different people. In a world without STDs, pregnancy or murder, why not? I'll fuck anybody, in fact, as long as they're intelligent, talk up a storm, and say things that make me squirm in my seat back here in RL. But like when I started out in RL, I find myself starting all over again here too; not knowing anybody, nobody knowing me, overwhelmed sometimes by the SL interface to begin with, limping along on an Intel Mac that crashes every two hours, not really even knowing anything about how the universe here works yet. So much like how I turned to Craigslist when starting my RL swinging, I've turned to the free sex clubs here at SL. They're remarkably similar, I tell my non-SL friends back in Chicago; groups of people in close proximity, all looking to have sex, in a variety of particular ways with a variety of particular type of partners. Just instead of posting their desires on a common web page, in SL they're all hanging out at a club (or mansion, or castle floating 200 feet in the sky), ready to start fucking just as soon as they find someone who wants to fuck them.

But much like Craigslist, free sex clubs are a hit-and-miss thing in SL (as they are in RL, but let's not get started on that). They're free, after all, and sometimes filled with newbies, not knowing what to do or what pose balls are. Or they're bad chatters, the "av-fuckers" there primarily for the visual animations involved. who thrust silently and distractedly as if they're not really there. Or they're a group of friends who all know each other already, having a dirty ol' time (probably) in an IM group (maybe) because none of them sure are saying anything out loud to you. The catch-22 of SL is the same as RL; that the best lovers, the ones I'm looking for, are only going to private events run by groups they belong to, because they've gotten tired of the free clubs. And you can't get in a club unless you know a member. And you can't meet a member unless you go to club events.

So in RL you post a series of ads at Craigslist, and SL you go to a series of clubs over a series of nights. And sometimes it's nothing but walking around, looking at all the empty rooms, all those sad floating pose balls that could be getting put to such good use right about now. And then a good partner from a couple of nights ago IMs you, says they've set up a threeway halfway across the grid. So you wait, and ten minutes later they say, "Sorry, it fell apart." Or maybe you get bored, pop into a general-public danceclub for awhile, to hang out with the RL DJ who is a friend of yours. And sometimes, yeah, you have three or four hours of this, and nothing ever ends up coming together; and that's just how it is, and you say to yourself, "'Well, it was either that or another night of reruns on CBS. And I can't take another episode of 'Two and a Half Men.'" And that's how it is when you're new to a swinging community, any of them, no matter how experienced you already are; and that's just how it is because it's sex, and sex is sometimes tricky and frustrating. Sigh.

But then maybe you have other nights, where these three hours have now passed, and you're standing in the front yard of a club thinking about calling it a night. Like I did the other night, for example, playing with my new completely utterly kick-fucking-ass Xcite X2 controllable cock. Man, that thing! Bought for me by a lover a previous night, who actually knows me as a woman; I'm an omnigender in SL, if you didn't know, a new gender I just made up, which means people who play both genders but aren't trying to be deceiving about it. I just love playing both genders, are you kidding me? All the cock plus all the sexy outfits? How can you say no to that? Anyway, my new lesbian lover is straight in RL, but pissed at men right now, and knows that I'm a man in RL, and likes that, but wants me to continue being a woman while hanging out with her. Jeez, and you thought RL sex was complicated!

Anyway, so I'm playing with the damn thing again, one more time before going to bed, marveling at the HUD interface onscreen that actually lets me manually control my cock's arousal. And I'm doing this when a guy named *Phil walks up, and says, "That's a great cock!" (*All names changed.) This is the twelfth time I've heard this in 24 hours, in fact; and I'm happy to be a mouthpiece for Xcite, because they really have built the coolest little object I now own, so I say, "Would you like a little tour of it?" So I show him how you can shrink and expand its size, and manually adjust what angle it sticks out at from your body, and how you can add a photorealistic texture to it even. And Phil gets so turned on, he says he'd like to see it in action, and would I mind showing it off with Ginger who is currently in the pool?

"Well, would Ginger actually want to demo it too?" I ask. It's a RL swinging rule as well as a SL one, a rule almost never broken in RL but constantly here; not to just walk up to someone at a club and stick your dick in them, without even asking or giving them warning. Tact, people, tact. So we walk over to the pool, and sure enough Ginger was game, so soon the three of us had walked upstairs and Ginger had started to give me a blowjob.

"So you can see," I was chatting while fiddling with the controls, "now that Ginger's blowing me, I can make my cock be 75 percent hard instead of 25 percent..." Which then inflates in Ginger's mouth, like a hot dog in a microwave. "Ooh," she cried.

"Is this just a demonstration?" I ask. "Or would you like to cyber as well?"

"Oh," Ginger pipes in, "I'm always up for a good cyber." And so we proceed to start talking, me telling her of my three hours of woe and how amazingly good her lips felt on my cock. And this is one of the things that I like so much about sex here so far, is that you don't necessarily have to be part of the action to be an active part of the conversation; Phil, in fact, joined into the fun as well, but with him describing how hot it was to watch Ginger and I go at it like that, how he was standing there masturbating while we were doing so. I love this in SL, just as I love it in RL; the opportunity at a group event to be both a voyeur and participant, speaking out loud to a couple and helping them shape the nature of their lovemaking.

"God, I'd love a threeway right now," Phil says.

"There's a threeway pose in the other room." I reply.

"Yay!" Ginger finishes.

We walk. "Are you a couple?" I ask. No, they reply; just single swingers, who had met themselves a little earlier, and had already done a little fucking. So we move into a threeway, Ginger sucking my engorged $5 cock, Phil going down on her. Things start getting serious; now Phil is an active participant as well, and the chat starts getting chattier. I love the balloons that appear over people's heads, the way it actually visually shows who's talking; like having the spatial coordinates of 3D hearing, really, so you can easily concentrate on who's closest to you. Because make no mistake, others have started filing in; that's another guarantee at a free club, that if a group of people do finally make it to fucking, all those other frustrated swingers are at least going to want to watch and listen. And I'm all for that; that's why I'm swinging at public clubs, after all. I love sticking that turgid, wet cock out in the air, for the whole world to see getting sucked or fucked; if my accompanying dirty chat is getting people off back at home, so much the better. Or, you know, my clit. Whatever.

I make a joke, I don't remember what now, about the imprecision of body parts on that particular animation stand. A woman who's been standing next to us says, "Well, why don't you jump up and fuck me instead?" So I do; Ginger and Phil have each other, they don't mind and neither do I. She picks a kinky pose across the room; up on all fours on the couch, where I quickly kneel behind her, stick myself in, wrap my arm around her torso and start going at it. Her name is *Kat; she's a cat. A human-sized, walking, talking cat, a 'furry,' an 'anthromorph,' whatever you want to call it. Hot, that's what I call it. Imagine an underground comic come to life: female curves, female breasts, female pussy, but covered in a fine feline fur, pointy ears and a bushy tail. On all fours in front of me, taking my pulsing cock, telling me how fucking GOOD it feels to have that THING getting fucking slammed INTO her like that goddamnit. Hot!

We get to talking; I get the sense that she's having a frustrating night too. She admits that she's usually a full-time dom, almost always with other furries; but that for some reason my human cock tonight slamming in and out of her, me taking charge of the situation, is exactly what she needed. I understand; I've gone through this with a variety of RL partners, being in the arts scene myself and having lovers with very complicated sex lives. This is something else I love about sex in SL; how it doesn't just have to be a rote script of what exactly you're doing to each other. Good chats can digress; you can suddenly find yourself talking about just what makes a person a dom versus a sub, and how even full-time ones still need a little of the opposite, even once in awhile. But then just like RL (if you're a chatty lover, that is), you'll suddenly remember you're fucking, and things will get serious and intimate again for a bit, describing to each other how you're now pulling in closer, trying to touch more skin to more skin now, them moving beyond an anonymous partner and more into a full-fledged lover, as you start to find each other's rhythms.

Then disaster - the Mac crashes. Stupid Mac, stupid Mac! I'm a lifelong defender of the Mac, don't get me wrong; but they are certainly not made for SL. So a reboot, while taking a piss, pouring another drink and loading another bowl. (Er, yes, a little partying and playing is going on in this direction; it's not an uncommon thing in SL, is my understanding.) A few minutes later I'm back on, taking a little walk around the room as my screen renders. As it comes into focus, I see that Ginger has now moved to a mechanical device, where two new men are standing around giving it the old college try; while Phil, the cock admirer, has now moved on so as to be fucking Kat hard in a missionary position on the floor.

"Oh, Kat, Phil," I say after rendering. "I see you two don't need an introduction."

"Growl," Kat replies.

"I'd like to watch you, if I could."

Phil says, "Why not just put your cock in Kat's mouth instead?"

"Oh, fuck yes," Kat replies. "In fact, I just grabbed ahold of your cock and am pulling you into me playfully but forcefully now."

And so begins the serious chat portion of the evening: that 30 or 40 minute period where the three of us are texting heavily, moving only into new positions another one or two times, constructing the scene through words with much more precision and detail. This is the trick, I think, to the best chat of all, is to find partners who are ebbing and flowing with you through your conversation, reacting to the things you mention and adding new twists to them. Because let's face it, it can get a little tricky with three partners, all of you chatting with a bit of delay, all of you maybe with different ideas about what you're doing next. A good partner will see statements that clash, then redirect theirs to match yours (or vice versa); if she stands up suddenly while you said that you two laid down, maybe she'll respond with, "I flop down in frustration on the bed again. Just give me your cock; I want it now. I spread my legs." And when a third person's involved, paying just as close attention to what's going on...whew.

Kat is obviously a fellow long-talker, and we're both in the moment; chat is flowing from our mouths, describing sometimes in precise minute detail exactly what's going on. ("I suddenly lean back a little. The only things I can feel now are my outer thighs rubbing back and forth on your sweaty inner ones, and the head of my cock pushing in and out of the entrance of your vagina.") Dirty, you know. Really dirty and detailed, just like I like my sex. Phil is not so natural a chatter, but that's okay; Kat and I both encourage him along, asking him questions about what he's doing, what he wants to do. I don't mind people who are learning about chat, or getting better; being enthusiastic, I think, counts more than anything else.

Eventually we all move into new positions again: now Ginger is laying on the floor, getting fucked furiously by this incredibly hot lesbian with a strap-on, while Kat has gotten up in the machine, on her back while Phil fucks her mouth, me her swollen, glistening, furry cat cunt. "Now if there was just some way to keep my ass busy," Kat said.

"I can keep your ass busy if you want."

"***Puurrr.***"

So I lean back again, slip entirely out of her, push myself tantalizingly against her puckered, well-lubricated rectum, and squeeze myself in. Kat gasps in pleasure, then goes to work twice as hard on Phil's dick; this inspires Phil to lean down over her, pushing his face in to work on her clit while I continue fucking her ass.

"Are you bi, Phil?" I ask. "Do you mind if I touch you, since you're so close?"

A short pause. "I'm straight RL, but willing to try anything once here."

Which of course is maybe the greatest thing of all about sex here; that if you want, the lack of RL reprisals makes this place a perfect environment for pushing one's personal boundaries. When nothing about your RL changes if you don't want it to, why not actually try out some of those things you've always thought about in the back of your head? Here's someone else, after all, who's obviously been thinking about it too, fucking you right now, chatting about what they're doing. "Well, nothing heavy," I reply to Phil. "I just want to put my hand on the back of your neck." I pause, let that sink in. "I want to push your lips in harder to Kat's clit, make sure you're sucking it good. She deserves it for letting us do this to her."

Another pause, and then from Phil: "Jesus, that's so hot."

And make no mistake, Kat's letting us do this to her: she's made it clear that she wants to be a fucktoy tonight, to give herself up voluntarily to us, to do whatever filthy little goddamn thing we want in order to get off. (And get off again and again, actually - another benefit of a virtual world, multiple orgasms for men. Thank you, Xcite!) This is Kat's boundary-pushing, and Phil and I are taking advantage of it - we've now switched positions, with Phil now pounding away at her pussy, me now with both hands behind Kat's head, grabbing fistfuls of fur, holding her head still as I fuck her mouth like it was another cunt. Yes, chatting the situation just like that, using the same words.

It's a surprisingly intense, immersive thing when done with the right partners, something much more satisfying than simply IM or webcams or phone sex. In this world we're in, where the '70s promise of free love actually has come to life, having the right session can be just one of the filthier things you've ever experienced. Plus of course by now we have an entire gaggle of people standing around us, watching and adding encouragement, mostly listening as we finish a furious round of chatting that's been lasting for 30 minutes now. I love this, love having people scattered all over the world, peeking in on watching me fuck, hopefully getting off themselves just from what I and my partners are saying.

I'm close to coming. "I'm close to coming," I say. "Will you talk me through it? Look into my eyes and tell me dirty things." So Kat does - she puts her hands on either side of my face, locks my eyes to hers, starts telling me about how my giant cock in her ass has been making her crazy with lust all night, how she entered this period of infamous sexual bliss at a certain point earlier, one she's still in, where nothing exists but the pounding of cock into hole, cock into hole, cock into hole.

I come in RL, hard and long, intense like having a RL partner. I whip myself out of Kat in SL and click my supercock's "come" button. I arch my back, my cock in the wind, spurting a shower of scripted sperm across Kat's abdomen.

"I just came across your beautiful, gray furry stomach," I say. "Those pearl strands of human sex, strung across your matted, wet fur. So exotic, so hot." This apparently sets off two or three of the people who have been watching us; they chat how they're now coming in RL as well.

And then a little post-coitus, the three of us standing in the corner of the room, Phil in front of Kat and me in behind, all of us hugging and rubbing each other before having to call it a night, watching the fuck party that has exploded around us since Phil originally asking for a demo of my cock, 45 minutes previous. There is fun to be had at the sex clubs in SL, to be sure; you don't necessarily have to be in private groups to find the great lovers. I mean, sure, it might take you three hours of missed opportunities and comical misunderstandings to get there; and maybe sometimes you go those three hours and you still have nothing to show for it. That's just like Craigslist, after all, and something you deal with when swinging; I can guarantee you, though, that it's a higher success rate here than in RL. Much higher.

So that's it for now from Second Life. Next time, more on this whole "omnigender" thing; and maybe the most surprising thing of all, of how naturally as a cute girl I've gotten used now to strangers buying me things. Jeez, man, that's the first time I've ever experienced that kind of power; it's quite an interesting power to have too, to say the least. But like I said, more on that the next time I write.