Not really scared. Freaked.
I had the best sex of my online virtual life, but I did it as a smoking hot woman.
There. I said it. I want to tell the story, but every time I tried, my fingers shifted to a new river tream and started talking about other things. I have no shortage of newness from this weekend.
The worst drug man can make, is one you can’t feel you’ve taken. I was the superman of my dreams this weekd and it felt natural. Not a dream, not a high. Just me, without the negative voice.
I had sex.
Then, I lived a Third life as a very expencively made up super fun high as fuck knock out sexy bomshell female avatar, appealing to men the way I would like.
It was an oddly satisfying experience… but ultimatly it had to remain empty afterwards because it would be considered mean, in the end at the reveal.
And if the reveal didn’t end it, the betrayal would arrode my happiness. I would live in a flux of discomfort as the guilt voice would consantly task flip my lie story.
I have been trained.
But it’s a concience, not Santa
Tired again. I think I write 3 tonight. Had an amazing idea after another.
I may merge all my blogs into one site. The Orange Shirt Stories
Vide AND text with a special Private room. Like the porn room in the back behind the beads.
In order tio make more money, I have to ask.
THe world is fiull of people. FULL of people that are really, just waiting to be asked.
I’m Jeff Goebel.
These are live transcipts of the stream of my find
The forks of the credit
Navigating Sunday Adventures in my Orange Canoe
ANyone want to help?