Sporty Shorty

Me on a wakeboard pulled through the Blake Sea by my husband Tomais on one of his contraband deliveries in the GTFO-game. This time i believe it was drugs to Half Hitch. My brother JJ took the picture.

The Southern Belle

As you all may know already, my husband Tomais is an avid collector of SecondLife machinery and vehicles of all and any kind. I wouldn't go so far as to call it an addiction - yet, but...

Happy Tomais

Anyway! Two and a half years ago we visited the wharves of the Bandit store and saw that Analyse Dean was building a ginormous riverboat. Tomais at once said "I want it!" and I, in a moment of codependency and weakness, told him I would get it for him as a present.

Nice ass!

When I checked in with the creator Anneliese for information on when the boat would be released, she said it might happen after that summer. Well that was two years ago, and Tomais has been taking regular trips to the wharf to check on how things were proceeding.

For a long time nothing happened, but then finally, about a week ago, Tomais told me that the boat was now released and that he was going to buy it. I reminded him of my promise and told him i would reimburse him when I got inworld, because he told me he simply couldn't wait for me to get there to buy it. (Addict much, eh?)

The beauty herself

Tomais has been happy as a ten y.o. with his new toy since he got hit. Learning how to work it and re-texturing it to suit his purposes.

I am the proud portmaster of the boats home port

I have enjoyed a couple of trips on The Southern Belle also, despite the fact that the captain makes me work my way over the Blake Sea (there is no Mississippi river in SecondLife), mostly in unsuitable gear.

My preferred manner of travelling

My actual manner of travelling

Around the Island of Nautilus

My second life has been stressful lately. Luckily I have Tomais to help me relax. One of the best ways to relieve the stress is when he takes me out in one of his many vehicles and just talk. He does offer to let me pilot, but I usually decline and leave that to him. 

Yesterday we went out with Tomais motorboat the Sea Witch and traveled around the Island of Nautilus, which lies at one edge of the Blake Sea. We started at sunset and were done at dawn, when I was relaxed enough to be able to sleep.

Sunday Sailing

My captain was feeling under the weather and nostalgic and I myself was feeling just tired, so we decided to go sailing in one of my captains oldest sailboats, the T 12.

It was a busy day on the Blake Sea but I felt completely safe the whole time.

Flying On the Wings of Love...

There I was, 100-115 meters over the Blake Sea, feeling the wind in my blond locks and how it was pulling at my mesh clothing that showed off my extraordinarily beautiful calves. I was enjoying myself wholeheartedly. The view of the water and the sims far below us was breathtaking and I felt extremely safe with my Tomais piloting the aircraft.

The blueprints for Blériot XI
Source: Wikipedia

Tomais had offered to take me on a ride in his Blériot XI which had been built in SecondLife based on the original blueprints of the aircraft used by Louis Blériot, the French aviator and inventor, on 25 July 1909 to make the first flight across the English Channel made in a heavier-than-air aircraft. The English newspaper, The Daily Express, led its story of that flight with the headline, "Britain is no longer an Island". 

The Blériot XI was produced in both single and two-seat versions... As my luck would have it, Tomais only owns the original single seat version. 

You may at this time quiet rightfully ask yourself, "If the plane is a one-seat version and Tomais is the pilot, where the f*** is Bock sitting?" 

The love of my life and the apple of my eyes, had me placed precariously, but quite securely (or so he claimed), on the left wing of the airplane. 

It is true, I did not have a seat belt handy, nor anything else to hold on to, but he had lovingly provided me with a parachute... and he did keep on speaking to me soothingly throughout the trip. 

The air plane in SecondLife is built true to the original. The pilot was to start the engine by turning the propeller while first saying "Fuel on" and then, as he keeps on turning the propeller, "Contact". Once the engine is started the pilot runs around the airplane and gets into his seat, then the passenger can jump on to the wing.

I must add, that the flight was very smooth and both the takeoff and the landing were an exhibition of masterly aviation by my Tomais.

Sailing with Holter & Wayne

Tomais and I have been discussing a sailing trip with Holter and Wayne for a while, but with three time zones and sixteen hours difference between those furthest apart it took some planning.

On Sunday evening (Monday morning for Wayne) we finally managed to coordinate our busy schedules and took off out on the Blake Sea. It was a wonderful trip and we had a lot of fun and it got even better once we got on Skype together.

The best way to manage a sim crossing is to keep a steady eye on something beautiful nearby, I usually choose this view.

Wayne here gives us an example of what can happen if you don't lock onto Tomais buttocks, but Wayne seemed unusually accident prone that day...

Ballooning at the Blake Sea (Updated with SLurl)

The invention of the GPS (Global Positioning System) and its adaptation and application for civilian use have improved my quality of life with at least 5%. It has saved me countless of hours of being lost and searching for the correct direction to go and of making excuses for being late.

I actually like getting lost sometimes, because then I get to go places and meet people I wouldn't have encountered otherwise, but most of the time I simply want to get from point A to point B as fast and easily as possible. Of course I have used written directions earlier and sometimes even maps, but it is so much easier to find your way with a GPS.

My lacking of sense of direction has undoubtedly stopped me from certain activities in first life, and perhaps even in SecondLife. 

 After the party at Whim - Part Deux yesterday evening Tomais suggested that we and Guyke should go ballooning. I was a little hesitant, but allowed myself to go along with the idea. Afterall "Home" is only a teleport away in SecondLife.

First we went to buy some amazing balloons. They were sold for L$10 and parachutes for L$0 by a fabulous creator who had left SecondLife after being dejected and upset by some changes Linden Lab had made to Marketplace. You can get the balloon and parachute here Abbotts Aeronautics (SLurl).

We promptly unpacked the balloons and Tomais took us to a location at the Blake Sea to start our adventure. First we simply had to - of course -texturize our balloons, which was easy with the beautiful textures that Tomais provided and a texture-HUD. (In the middle of the trip I felt adventurous enough to change my balloons texture to the McMillan tartan and Guyke changed textures too, which is why you see our balloons with different textures in the pictures.) That being done, we were ready for take off.

Tomais was an excellent instructor and was completely calm the whole time, although he himself crashed and had to relog in the middle of it all. He found us easily and hitched a ride on my balloon for the remainder of the trip. I felt very safe with his voice in my ears telling us how to maneuver the vessels, what speed and height to set and which direction to fly. 

A cute ass I happened to see over the sea 

Ah, I knew I recognized it!

We had a fantastic time up there in the air, but at some point we would have to land and I was a little worried about that part. What if I made a total fool of myself and landed us in the middle of the sea? Tomais shared some misadventures that had occurred the first times he had tried it, no doubt to take away some of our worries of feeling like fools.

Le Petit Prince

I needn't have worried though, because I did a perfect landing on the small island that Tomais had chosen, well apart from dunking the two of us in water briefly before hitting the designated landing spot dead-center. I was jubilant and elated over my fantastic achievement, Guyke was thrilled too because he also had a safe landing, but not as wonderful as mine. (I will never confess to Guyke, but between us I believe I had some really good beginners luck going for me there.)

Mission of Mercy

My prospective lover and I decided to go out motorboating yesterday. As Butch logged into SecondLife just as Tomais was preparing the boat he was invited to join us.

After we had been out to sea, enjoying the sun, wind and pleasant conversation (although I was secretly irritated by Butch shamelessly flaunting his huge bulge at my boyfriend) Tomias informed us that he had received a "Mayday"-call. Apparently the Prince of Paradijs, my son and heir, had been out flying with Dex Moleno in one of my son's latest toys (The big spender bought no less than t-w-o airplanes yesterday) and had now crashed somewhere in the middle of the Blake Sea.

I suggested to Tomais that we should ignore it and let the princeling stew a while on the desolate island, but the man has a heart of gold and was by the steering wheel so it was - after a little bickering on my part - decided that we would be merciful and pick Guyke up anyway.

When we arrived at the island the poor princeling was huddling by a fire and looked like a drowned cat, at that moment my heart overflowed (temporarily) with warm and fuzzy feelings and I was happy that I had been persuaded.

Having picked up Guyke we continued the trip across the Blake Sea and later ended up getting merman-outfits and merman-AO's, but thats another post.

At Sea With A Beauty and Five Beasts

We set sail at the crack of dawn and Ziggy had just informed us that he needed to masturbate while he should have been focusing completely on piloting our handsome captain Thomais and his beautiful sailboat "Wave Dancer" through the, for our captain, unknown waters outside Haug in the Second Norway archipelago.

I was a bit worried that Ziggy divided attention was going to land us in the middle of some poor Norwegians lobster party. With so many distractions close at hand, like Helene's heavy bosom, Thomais' perky ass, Guyke's adorable body odour, Butch's bare and manly feet, my deliciously exposed legs and Larz's hunkalicious body, it is a miracle that the man could speak at all.

But I needn't have worried, Thomais is an experienced sailor and safely found his way through to the Blake Sea despite Ziggy's somewhat scatterbrained directions, as soon as I realized that, I could relax and enjoy the experience and the pleasure of the good humored company.

For some reason Helene seemed to drop her hair in the water behind us at regular intervals, as you can see in the picture below where it is floating around by itself in the wake of the sailboat. Other than that it was just a glorious experience with the sun, the sea, the hard bodied men and the pleasant company of sweet Helene.

All seemed to run smoothly until I went for a smoke. When I returned I found myself standing with the others at the bottom of the Blake Sea, apparently the boat had decided to disappeared at some sim-crossing or something.

Our asses were soon hauled to safety on nearby land by the now focused Ziggy, it seems my buddy works best in unexpected emergencies, which is a good thing to know about a friend.

 We were soon out on the waters again, but this time on Thomais' motorboat "Capitan".

After a while, we decided to make a stop at the well-known and peculiar island which consists of a long dead monsters skeleton. I was hoping there would be a bar, because I was getting thirsty for a refreshing beer, but no such luck.

We were exploring the waters under the skeleton, when I got a call from my friend Holter who reminded me that a dance recital I was going to was about to start. I had totally forgotten about this previous engagement because of the wonderful time we were having.

I asked Holter if anyone would mind if I turned up in my skimpy swimsuit. Holter assured me that he was sure that they wouldn't, so I said goodbye to the gang and teleported to the show.

To be continued... (I had a very busy Saturday!)

For another point of view and more pictures, please visit Ziggy On The Edge...; Ohhhh What A Marvellous Kiki