An old picture, of an old friend that always managed to inspire me.

An old picture of an old friend, that still manages to inspire me from time to time.

An old picture of an old friend, that still manages to inspire me from time to time.

An old picture of an old friend, that still manages to inspire me from time to time.

An old picture of two good old friends that always managed to spark inspiration in record time.
The girl in focus left SL a while ago, sadly.

An old picture of an old friend whom left Second Life a while ago.
Too bad we only took a few, we always got something new each time.

I have known her for years. Many contradictions. Dominant and needful, yet soft as putty and giving. Selfish yet ever patient. Spiritual yet visceral.

...no not the tight squeeze of an above average erection that stradles down the back of my tongue and makes that suffocation bend into my esophagus...

No... it's the tight squeeze of sexual constraint that occurs when having sex under ever more revolting conditions - such as not getting it, frustration after frustration, and then finally forcing it - forcing it - under ghastly and filthy and otherwise offensive conditions. The stench. Discomfort. Somewhat ugly guys. Humiliation.

But being so horny I don't give a damn.