You shall not have a guest when drunk! Never. Ever.

Maybe I had a glass of red wine too much yesterday evening. You know the feeling when you get up in the morning and you don’t remember exactly the last hours before going to sleep?

That was me this morning.

You can not imagine the shock I had when I found those photos.  Photos of my bedroom in Bellissaria.

With me. And Dean. Having sex.
Not very good pics, but very explicit.

Also found some more money on my account this morning.

I honestly did not remember that. I had to look up chat history to find out what happened. It was pretty simple: He came over to my house, we had some more wine, went up to the bedroom, and fucked.

Just like this.

Ok, you need to know that we have been in touch about two weeks ago. He did contact me out of the blue. We met at the hotel bar and he got me up to date.

He claimed he had a little break from Second Life, but is back again just now. I think he just a little break from me, not from Second Life.

I came across his new studios some time ago. You don’t create a new studio when on a “little break”. I actually thought he did ghost me.

Anyway:

Ever since we last met, he had split up with Minx for good. That means he also lost the region where the original chic studios were located. Hence the reason for the new studio:  “D’ Studios”.

And surprise: He had a new girlfriend. 

Apparently, she is extremely jealous. She does check visitors’ files of the place – and found my name on the logs.

She confronted him with that asking: “You are not sleeping with that whore Caroline Takeda, do you?”

She even contacted me to see what I wanted at the studios. At the time nothing had happened between me and Dean. A hug at the bar doesn’t count, does it?

She was fine after talking to me, and Dean made clear he needs to stay away from me despite off still having a burning desire for me.

Suddenly this morning I got a teleport invite.

To D’ Studios

He was sitting there on a sofa, naked, and invited me to sit down. I was puzzled. That is a dangerous thing to do, especially as I was still wearing the lingerie I had on last night and cum on my legs and belly.

“She would kill me if she would see you here .”

All right, mate, I know that part.

Before I had a chance to talk about what happened last night, another 2000 L$ did hit my account and he simply pulled me over into his arms.

He fucked me right there on the set.

I checked his profile because I suspected something.

Bingo.

They had split up.

To be continued. Next week I am supposed to model for a big brand again.

Update | Two Weeks Later

He called me for a job.

No, it wasn’t the expected modeling job.

In the meantime, he had set up his old house on the new parcel again. Exact the same furniture. The only difference is he has it now as a skybox.

He was waiting on his bed for me, naked. Paid me upon arrival and pulled me onto the bed. He fucked me twice that day, one session in the bed and when I tried to take a shower he came with me and got turned on again.

Looks like I have one of my best customers back.