Unbelievable! I actually did it! I did sign for the Miss Italia - in Second Life - as a first step to Miss SL. I wonder why. *smiles and waits a few seconds lingering on her thougths* Well actually I know why! It is all about the choice, the will, the desire. Or *pauses* or - possibly - I just enjoy the whole idea of getting in an arena and being chosen... Oh! You can see me, in this, here: http://lonelyavatar.blogspot.com *smiles, cheerfully*

Was that love what I felt in the city of Rovere? Was that love that touched me, whilst in the scribery, laying on the sofa, maybe? *breaths deep* I was listening to his words, soft and kind as honey and gentle as the sea breeze when I sail my Sea Sharp, and then I felt it. It was going way too much for a Free Woman of Gor. I had to stop him. I had to wear my cloak back, let my street satin veil slip down through my hood rim, refrain my hair and tie them up and pin them and he... he turned away from me. *as if it were effortless to remember those words* "I'm not looking at you 'cause I fear you" " I fear that if I turn now I would fall in love" *makes another deep breath* ... oh, oh mine ... Please, ancestors, please sisters and brothers of my Home Stone. Help me! Me, a traveller, an explorer, a cartograph, a once son of a proud warrior, I am helpless and lost and have never been here anytime before... *drops head down as if losing coscience or strengths*

Promise. *smiles* I will be back in here as I've got back to my life more than I have been lately...

"Desperately seeking Eva" *smiles*
How '80s, isn't it?

So what? Where's she gone? What is she doing? *lowers her voice* and with whom?

The grid looks for her, friends longs for her, and she misses.

How feminine of her! *a grin in the dark, then the voice fades away*

Escorting is a rather strage job. It makes you behave unexpectedly, it moves you, it can even *pauses for a second and looks at her toes* it can even turn you into something you could foresee nor foretell

*smiles*
Well...
admittedly it is a while since I'm not doing it now. Yet I do feel I'm part of that world.
I feel a pleasure in satisfying men hunger. In filling in their needs. In having them *chuckles and says with a childish voice* "blowing their load"
*lowers the tone of her voice and looks wildly serious* When they murmur their pleasure, or do cry their orgasm. I... *trembles* I do feel a shiver.
And I long for that.
It does make me feel alive.
Pleasure can be addictive, did you ever think of that? *smiles uncheerfully*
I ... *lowers her eyes and murmur* I need it... please...