Dear readers todays I want to talk about a funeral, that maaybess was too early, Aaaand quite fitting with that we will talk about some encounters of the spooky kind.
The Potato That Could Fuck
Recently Jess posted a eulogy for our friend Greg, whom she and Lumi might have blown up and or burned.
And in case you are wondering dear readers. The title of this lil piece: “The Potato That Could Fuck” was suggested by no other than Greg himself, when we talked about our first meet. Of course I told him I would have to use that and he just grinned and nodded.
Greg is a dear friend who lived next door to me for a while. I first met him at Candy’s Hotel one Tuesday afternoon I was ready to log out, but he just became a member of the Hotel and wanted sum action.
Oh noo
Back then he wasn’t much to look at, especially since he was old. It seemed like he dozed of like 10 years ago and hadn’t realized it’s 2022. Well, I am paid to give good head I mean service, so I took him up to the spa. To my surprise, he was quite good at emoting and put in some effort.
Next time we met Jess and Lumi had forced him to upgrade his avatar.
Good work girls.
Greg was fun and sweet, always ready to crack a joke and up for some mischief. We got into a lot of trouble together. Like when the infamous X Sisters wanted to try out their brand-new flame throwers. We both decided to hide since we didn’t wanna end up being used for target practice.
Our brilliant plan was to hide in one of the bedrooms of the hotel. Well of course we got bored hiding and ended up fucking instead. At some point I felt really hot .. of course, I was bouncing on a hot guy’s cock. Then I realized the X Sisters had snuck in and set the curtains on fire. Did they read the manual of their flame throwers .. No … they just pushed buttons and looked at what happened.
After the fire was under control Greg and I went back at it. Jess and Lumi jumped on the bed, masturbated, and cheered us on. The whole thing turned into a giant fuck fest, fucking first Jess and then Akkeri after me. When it came to Lumi he poofed … well read his accounts over here.
Greg was also a gentleman in the truest sense of the word. Every morning he went out and cleared our neighborhood of landmines Lumi might have forgotten there, so it was safe for the rest of us to go out. Good, he is made out of pretty sturdy mesh.
Next to Zath Greg was among those who encouraged me to let my geek flag fly. I was always a bit reluctant to show that side of me … because peeps tend to make fun of you if you tell them you actually read the Lord of the Rings … more than once.
Greg was also a writer. I had the honor of reading a few of his pieces and WOW. One of his favorite books is Ready Player One and he was working on a piece about that book and places inspired by it in Second Life. So wherever he is now I HOPE he is working on that.
See I actually know sumthing Jess doesn’t. He wasn’t in his house when it exploded and burned down and got some … actually a lot of holes shot in it. Last time I saw him he was driving his DeLorean and had the Orb of Ossuvox riding shotgun. So I figure he is pretty safe exploring Second Life for traces of the novel. I could have said sumthing at the funeral, butt Jess’s eulogy was really heartfelt soooooo.
Ghost Banger
A few days ago I arrived at the bar and heard loud moans cumming from the bar. Judging from the volume Gemmie was getting it good. Grinning I walked in and was stunned.
Ebony was sitting at a table doing her nails, while Gemmie was savagely fucked against the wall by … nobody!
WHUUUT?
I stared at the strangely lewd display for a while. Gemmie does look quite hawt when getting fucked. Okies she always looks hawt. Even more so when she gets banged and all those curves get to move.
I felt getting hawt and zonked out for a bit staring.
At some point I snapped out of my lusty haze. I wanted to fuck, butt I pushed back my urges and poked Ebony. Pointing at Gemmie I asked “How long is this going on?”
She looked at me, as if I was bonkers. “What Gem standing by the wall daydreaming? A while I guess.”
Okies … apparently she didn’t or couldn’t see what going on.
Strange very Strange.
At that point Gemmie slumped to the floor. She got up and walked to the sofa a happy, dazed smile on her sweaty body and laid down. When I asked her, she didn’t know what happened, she was just sleepies. Butt I noticed some gooey, bluish liquid run down her leg.
The plot thickens!
Ectoplasm? Is the bar haunted?
Of course I took a sample.
Later that night I went under the shower, when I felt a chill creeping down my spine, steam rose and I felt myself getting hawt. My hands wandered over my body. All of sudden cool hands grabbed me, bend me over and a massive, cool, cock stretched my tight kitty.
I moaned out loud, twisted in the grip holding me to get a better look. Butt there was nobody behind me. I could more sense his presence than really see the ghost. Then my capacity for rational thought was gone as my brains got fucked out of me.
I dunno how long I got fucked or how often I came. At some point I was lying on the floor covered in the same gooey substance as Gemmie.
Our ghost was horny!
Who do you gonna call? … … Ghostbangers 😀
I don’t mind getting banged by a huge ghost dick, but I was curious and wanted to know what was going on here. I needed an expert of ghosts to solve this mystery.
Good thing I know a certain furniture designers, who practically lives on a graveyard. I got dressed and went to see Daria.
Of course I found her between the grave stones reading sad poetry or some other gothy stuff. Maaybees she was reading an Ann Rice novel.
I sat down on a gravestone and waited. Eventually Daria looked up and I grinned at her. She winced. I love it when she does that. Maaybees happy peeps are for her like presenting a cross to a vampire.
She nodded at me. “Sup?”
Dangling my feet I looked at her. “Seems like we have a horny ghostie at the bar or sum dude with an invisibility cloak.” I produced the gooey sample I had taken. “Gemmie and me got fucked todays by sum unseen thingy or person. Found this on us afters.”
Daria looked at the vial. “Yupp you have a ghost. So what now?”
I bit my lip. “I dunno .. methinks if its harmless no need to do anything. Guess I just wanna know what’s up. So if you got an idea how to talk to it that would be totes kewl.”
Of course Daria had a copy of the Book of the Dead she borrowed me for my studies.
I will keep you in the loop about the ghostie situation at the bar. If you are curious about our horny ghostie cum on over maybees we can lure it out. Here is the taxi.
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