Let's get this straight from the start: I don't pretend to have any experience as a real whore. I'm a Camille Paglia type with just enough nerve to get my toes a tiny bit wet, and for all I know, she's done the same. Whores have always fascinated me, and I couldn't believe my luck when I found a way to be one, sort of, without any real risk. My experience in that regard in Second Life, presented here in 29 episodes, is the foundation of this effort, but I hope to include a lot more in the way of whore and whore-related information, stories and pictures.

The End

I'm fading fast dear friends. I'm no more than a ghost of myself as I lie on my bed, my two most loyal friends on either side of me, each taking a frail transparent hand. Don't be sad Dingo and Ms. Rigg. And don't be mad at me either. I know I didn't do all the things I promised, but really, when you think about it, who ever does? Anyway, I'm a goner, but take heart, I'm off to a better place. Admire my beauty; blow me kisses. Adieu. Farewell. Goodbye. The end.
Posted by Portia Saunders at 4:49 PM
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