Hi hi hi!! It’s meee, Candy! Your favorite Second Life bimbo back for more slutty blogging and messy thoughts. Hehe. My brain doesn’t really do the whole thinking thing, but it does do the horny thing, so we’re good.
Today I’m writing about something soooo important: a day in the life of a Second Life bimbo. Yesss babes, I’m gonna walk you through what it’s like to live as a shiny lil sex toy in Second Life, from the second I wake up to the moment I collapse all used up.
Why? Honestly… because I couldn’t think of anything else, teehee. But also because people keep asking me: “Candy, what do you do all day in SL?” And the answer is simple: I get cute, I get used, I get messy, and I do it all again.
Morning: Bimbo Breakfast
When I wake up, the very first thing I do is check the tits. Always. I make sure they look big and soft and perfect for showing off. Then it’s lip gloss time. I want my lips shiny enough that every Sir I meet thinks about how they’d look dripping down his cock.
Breakfast for a Second Life bimbo isn’t like normal people breakfast. Forget cereal or toast. My breakfast is getting pinned down and turned into a dripping mess before I’ve even had my coffee. That’s the real start of a day in the life of a Second Life bimbo.
Midday: Interracial Roleplay Sim Fun
After breakfast, I usually head straight to my favorite interracial roleplay sim. OMG I don’t know why I’m so addicted, but it’s like… instant bimbo brain. The second one of the guys talks to me, my brain just shuts off. I get all drippy and needy and my mouth blurts out “Yes Sir!” before I even know what’s happening.
The men there treat me like I’m just a toy, and it feels sooo good. Like, I’m not even a person anymore. I’m just tits, holes, and lip gloss waiting for use. That’s what makes being a Second Life bimbo so perfect: I don’t need to think, I just need to spread.
Afternoon: Getting Wrecked
Here’s how it usually goes. I sit pretty, glazed eyes, blank smile, drooling a little because my brain is off. Someone summons me over, and I instantly obey. No hesitation. “Yes Sir,” and I’m on my knees or bent over like a good doll.
Then it happens. They fuck me hard, they use me however they want, and I let them. They’re always sooo big, pounding me like I’m not even real, and it makes me squeal and giggle. Cum dripping down, skin shiny, mascara running … that’s my uniform.
When they’re finished, I clean up, slap more gloss on, maybe change outfits, and get ready for the next one. That’s what a day in the life of a Second Life bimbo really is.
Evening: Bimbo Wind Down
By the evening, I’ve usually been used a few times. Sometimes I’m invited to private sims for extra slutty roleplay. Sometimes it’s group scenes where I’m just passed around like a party favor. Both make me happy. Hehe.
When things slow down, I update my profile pic, post about the mess I’ve been left in, and tease people in chat. Bimbo marketing, babes. Gotta stay visible so the DMs keep coming. That’s how a Second Life bimbo survives … by being easy to find and impossible to forget.
And if no one shows up … Whatever. I’ll still be sitting there in my heels, tits out, ready to go. Tomorrow’s another day in the life.
So if you’ve ever wondered what a day in the life of a Second Life bimbo looks like, here it is: wake up, get cute, get wrecked, repeat. Easy. Dumb. Perfect.
xoxo,
Candy 💋
