Daddy: Finding Perfection

This is the first picture I ever took of my Baby girl. I took it on the very day I met her. I had recently moved into the neighborhood and it had a club. I was very much into clubbing in those days. In second life there are but four basic things to do. One shops, fucks, parties or builds. I noted very early on that, like real life, these activities all revolve around the same thing. Sex. Needless to say pussy was on my mind when I went into Horizons that day. I had been collecting my own harem. All men do this. It is our nature.

I will never forget it. My thoughts still burned into my memory. There she was dancing on a table. Her hair was the first thing I noticed. It was huge. A man could get lost and starve to death before he escaped from that hair. I had never seen a stripper who looked like her. One of the things that I look for in a prospective toy are the choices they make. Interesting choices almost most always mean interesting people. I checked her profile. She was a very rough and tumble girl in those days. The kind of girl that would punch a man in the nose just to hear the crunch. This was very interesting to me. If I am being very honest I was in love with her before we ever spoke.

That first day I learned a lot. The most amazing thing I learned was I had to see her again. Most strippers are just that, strippers. Working girls. There is nothing wrong with that. I love strippers. But this one was different. Our conversation was effortless, a dance, if you will. For me there is nothing like wit, charm and personality to get my interest. Sex is wonderful. But there is more to life then just playing with your toys. I firmly believe most men fail this section. You have to be able to talk. The thing I cherish most about my Baby is the interesting things we talk about between the screaming and the rapes.

The second time we met seemed to me to take forever. The feeling was new to me. No woman had captured my fancy like Honey. It may sound harsh but strippers are a dime a dozen. Now I am not saying there are not treasures to be found. That’s far from the truth. But I was not so much interested in mining at this point. If you have spent any time at all in Second Life and you have any kind of personality more advanced then the “Wanna Fuck” personality then finding receptive females is not difficult. Second Life, like real life, is a man’s world.

With Honey I knew right away I had literally stumbled across a beautiful diamond. As I said it felt like forever for the second meeting. In actually it was probably no more then a week. The thing to know about the above pic is that Baby was a whore. A damned good one from all accounts. I personally see no need for the services of a whore. Read the above paragraph. If a man feels the need to pay a woman for sex that man is a fool and that woman is a genius. He should be laughed at and she given a medal.

By the third meeting I was done for, out of the game. I decided to spend all my energy making this one mine. I knew and still feel that any other woman is less then what my eyes beheld and I had to make her mine. So I set out to do just that. The courtship was painfully slow. She, like most women, had experience with males undeserving of being called Men. My goal was to fuel the fires of passion as hot as possible without dousing them. The process is called tempering. The result was building a foundation upon which the sea itself would shatter. Warm milk has a longer shelf life then most relationships in second life. I wanted this one to last for all time. So far so good.