CELESTIAL, ABANDONED (1-3)

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                

                                                                                                                                             Akiko Sekiae  

(Writer's note: this story, a work of fiction with real life elements but no real av names, is not just about any specific friend's heartbreak, it's about everyone who has experienced such disappointments. I have combined the three posts so the entire story may be read from the beginning, and thank you for your lovely comments!)

CELESTIAL, ABANDONED (1)

"Celestial was a sensual, highly evolved pixel goddess in love with a mortal man who was lost behind an av that no longer existed."

Unhappy Celestial was abandoned by the talented man who had been her deepest lover in Second Life. His avatar, Sureal, had surreally poofed, and she was left to drift on the wings of brief and shallow affaires.

When Sureal had come into her life he seemed powerful and proved eloquent, loving her deliciously with words. But when he left, he had said nothing. At first she role-played "plunging into impending heartbreak," but drama soon failed her. Utter lack of love, where once there had been him, wrenched her mind.

Worse was that the last time they made love had been the best of their relationship. He took her where she'd never been, to a pleasure room of the mind. She sucked and licked him until she tasted that sudden, gentle surprise, the addition to her saliva of a slightly sweetish, musky, viscous body fluid unlike any other. Her own climax felt unusually indulgent, for she had cum with only her lips and tongue on his cock, imagining it was him as she slathered adoration on her yielding, lifelike dildo. Writhing on her computer chair, she watched the screen intently, gazing at his av thrusting his cock upwards. She realized such a hands-off climax must sound bewildering to many, but it was easy: no touching of her pussy, just losing herself with his cock in her mouth, lapping him lusciously, slowly, then faster, then pushing only the head of his stiffness in and out with just her lips slipping over the sensitive ridge, her tongue tickling the tiny slit where precum oozed, then plunging the length in as deep as she dared, once or twice, then back out again, according to ancient Indian tradition. On a whim, she pushed his cock into the right cheek inside her mouth so that it protruded against and extended it, making visible to him, as he knelt above her, the outline of his own cock pushing outward. Immersed in another world that was driving her creation of ever-hotter fantasies, she realized that nothing in human experience signals quite as clearly one's sexual subjugation to a man as his cock making your cheek bulge in plain sight to amuse him as he luxuriates in your mouth. Her face was willingly and lusciously distorted in the lofty cause of his hard-on. They came and came.

Together they had been to what Celestial called a "pleasure dome of the mind," although she felt the description inadequately described all the feelings of his touch on her quivering skin, the rubbing of her hardened nipples back and forth across the soft blond hair of his chest. All that intense touching had propelled a dance-like, trance-like flow of love in which both of them were caught, swimming as in an ocean current, flailing in a passionate tide. Although wholly physical, they steadily elevated their consciousness until they effortlessly connected, discovering they were now somewhere together, oh yes the bed was still there, but because of the incessant thrills of contact, they encountered each other beyond the heat of sex in a state of being consisting of pure pleasure, absorbed into the thrill of sharing pleasure. They were somehow so close that every touch by one of them was met instantly with its perfect match, that without being aware of the change, dizzily uncaring because the pleasure was so intense, they floated side by side in mutual minor climaxes, lots of them, creating a space, a location in the mind where they shared overwhelming pleasure, together, mutual orgasms making them one organism. Both knew at that moment that love had transformed them from the physical to the spiritual, for what is a space one can only describe as a room of raw flowing pleasure, somewhere that is engendered by, yet now beyond, the writhing, syncing bodies, where one encounters the delicate lover in a perfect state of bliss, other than a pleasure dome of the spirit?

 Celestial had tasted both men and women, and as she thought about her ability to cum merely by licking and kissing them, her mind returned to the oral climaxes of that last night with him. After she had posed helplessly, tied, gagged by his cock bulging in her cheek, she submitted to sucking willingly, putting her whole heart into it, she couldn't help herself. She'd been so tightly bound, not able to move an arm or leg, that her only controllable body parts were her lips and tongue and throbbing genitals. His cock, she insighted pleasurably, was so snugly lodged in her protruding left cheek that it was not only a turn-on for both of them to see her in this state of role-play humiliation, with the distorted cheek full of dick for all to see, but also the rapturous quirky fact thrilled her that the very same dick was tightly captured in place by the position itself. Pushed out between her gums and her cheek, wedged firmly, the tip of her tongue could pin him, drill him, press relentlessly against his special “male-clitoris" spot. This area, she knew it well, was just below the head where a small pucker of foreskin provides supple flesh enabling deep massage. It hosts a concentration of erotic nerve endings similar to those of a clitoris, but women have more of course, so sad boys! One need only apply enough pressure there to penetrate to the little bones snuggling within the erect shaft to rivet a man, quickly transforming him into your love toy. He was indeed so mesmerized he hadn't been able to withdraw from her ecstasy-dispensing mouth, and she knew he would never want to. His cock lodged there securely, rendering her irresistibly effective in unleashing on the trapped, precious staff of flesh a stream of penetrating pleasure precisely on the male body’s most vulnerable receptor. Within minutes he came in her mouth, down her inner cheek, the semen searching, swimming, according to its nature and reason for being, swiftly down her throat to the interior of her body.

                                                                                                                                                                                                  

                                                                                                     Akiko Sekiae
                                                                                                                                                           
CELESTIAL, ABANDONED (2)
"… swimming, according to its nature and reason for being, swiftly down her throat to the interior of her body."

Broken Celestial was still waiting for Sureal to come back to ravish her, to return her to her natural state of dreamlike arousal. But he did not come.

And so she embarked upon a life of drifting, her eyes darting, drooping, fighting sleep, but searching for what, for whom, if not for him? Something happened one night in a dance sim that made her heart jump. A random newbie had said something that reminded her of Sureal's style, and it had triggered a river of powerful yearning that flooded her brain with emotion as warm as the blood that fed it. Could it be an alternate avatar?! Would his "alt" reveal himself to her, dodging his real life spouse, blazing across Celestial's monitor in a newbie skin, lovably awkward without his familiar male animation override, talking sweetness and plunging her into a new erotic Second Life? "No, no, Sureal-baby, no, no," she sang hauntingly to herself, "I'm still alone, Sureal-baby, still alone." Pobrecita Celestial was a sensual, highly evolved pixel goddess in love with a mortal man lost behind an av that no longer existed.

And during all this, Yoru had loved her as a best friend, had been her confidante, shared her stress, seen her cry. She wondered if Sureal’s real life wife had caused his sudden disappearance. Many "first" life spouses feel overshadowed, even eclipsed by erotic second lives. It had happened to Yoru. A spouse had pulled the plug on her swooning, potent man for loving too fondly online the stunning real-life girl behind her doppelgänger av. The power of Second Life love affaires is denied by none, although some avatars profess themselves immune to relationships. Ahhh… but those claiming immunity to their own humanity are often victims of heartbreak themselves, chapters in the thick book of virtual love's power to reach beyond the web.

Naturally, since Yoru is bi, she had fantasized what it would be like to be Celestial's lover, but had never seen Celestial show romantic interest in other girls until the evening she begged Yoru to kiss her. It happened not long after Celestial found herself abandoned, and it took Yoru by surprise. She told Yoru she had experienced lesbian affairs in Real Life, but never in SL. If Yoru kissed her, she wondered, if she cuddled with her on the lakeside chaises, would it lead to "virtually physical" love? Would she become Celestial’s first girlfriend lover in SL? Celestial was rebounding, and Yoru was hoping, recklessly, that it would be with her.

She set about planning a date with her best friend, her new girlfriend, wanting desperately to please her. Yoru cared nothing about age differences, but she knew Celestial was ten years older than she, and was excited she would learn much about love. Her tendency had been to follow Celestial's lead. Did that make Yoru a sub? A switch?

She decided to invite her to onzen, a Japanese hot springs, spread in several pools built high on a beach. “I will paint on her screen the steam of our passion,” she laughed nervously to herself, and so it seemed to happen. The girls spent an hour sponging each other’s skin, soaking, rising from the water nude to climb gingerly from one scented pool to the next, showing their half-moon buttocks glistening brilliantly in the reflections of stars off the water, dripping condensation from their slick, shining, plumping breasts, arching their slender necks to kiss and lick in the steam-laden air. They brought each other to unbearable lust in the furiously bubbling pools, both touching themselves and each other in the torrid liquid, adding to it in their passion. After heating their cores repeatedly, and on the brink of bursting with pleasure, they climbed into a pool of icy water, succumbing to the numbness, cuddling and cooling themselves, as their skin embodied the contrasting sensations, gulping in caresses along with the crushing chill.

Celestial was to Yoru a heady enigma, someone who seemed foreign when placed against the backdrop of Yoru’s beloved ofuro, Japanese baths, but at the same time achingly familiar to her heart, because she was also her best friend. Celestial confided she was a little nervous, wondering if Yoru had noticed, but Yoru simply offered her a cup of warm sake. Does one notice if the adoring angels fidget as one enters the realm of bliss?

Finally Yoru could stand the wait no longer. She pulled herself out of the pleasantly freezing pool and lay down on a sandy towel on the sand in the sun. Celestial went to her, pulled her up and pushed her back down, spreading her knees in the process, then licked her finger and touched Yoru's clitoris while she forced her, with the other hand behind her head, to kiss her open mouth. Yoru, thrown into a love affaire she had dreamed of many times, melted into the scene, instantly cuming on her fingers. Celestial giggled at how easily it happened and Yoru admitted it was not unusual, she would climax many times that night. Hearing that, Celestial sat up straight and ran her hands down to her own hips, shaking her breasts and inviting Yoru to kiss her nipples and the wet-darkened, bumpy, curving flesh around them. She was firm with Yoru, holding her head immobile with both hands,  pushing her nipples, first one, then the other, across her face and into Yoru’s waiting mouth. Yoru obeyed, cooing “Nnnnh…” in a high-pitched voice, lapping them, almost trembling with pleasure.

Halting the “feeding,” Celestial pushed Yoru back by her shoulders onto her back, legs up, and covered the entire slit between her legs with the flat of her hand, back to front. Yoru reached down and put her own hand on her lover's and put pressure on it, pushing it deeper into her until Celestial's fingertips got wet, and at the same time widened her thighs, letting Celestial know she loved what she was doing to her. Deeper and deeper the fingers tunneled, cornering her clit, surrounding her labia and caressing the swelling, utterly feminine, squirting woman, causing Yoru to spin into ecstasy, cumming again, wet and moaning.

                                                                                                                                                                                                   Akiko Sekiae
CELESTIAL, ABANDONED (3)
"...those claiming immunity to their own humanity are often victims of heartbreak themselves, chapters in the thick book of virtual love's power to reach beyond the web."

“Baby?”

“Yes, Yoru?”

“I came again.”

“Haha! Mmmm. I know.”

“You did not yet?”

Getting no answer, Yoru leaned over and kissed Celestial furiously, deciding to take the lead. Having tasted her, she wanted more, and isn't life simple that way? She ran her right arm down under Celestial’s buttocks, under her thighs, and laid her roughly back on the towel, keeping her legs spread long enough to crawl up between. But Celestial was stronger and managed to twist away, and taking Yoru’s hands, she climbed on top of her and pinned both of Yoru’s arms with her knees. She then lowered her pussy, lips wide, onto Yoru’s mouth, forcing her to lick and swallow, but it hardly needed forcing, for Yoru's mouth was hungry.

With pussy touching her nose and dripping in her mouth, Yoru lost all inhibitions, circling with her tongue the fragrant area just between the pubic hair and the smooth skin of her swollen labia leading to the inside of her cunt, stretching her neck up and around to reach more skin, burying her nose in perfumed, glowing, blue-black pubic hair. Celestial quickened the rocking of her hips, increasing the pressure on Yoru’s face, her languid brushing over the girl’s outstretched tongue becoming more urgent, wetter, shuddering in anticipation. Yet no matter how sweet were Yoru’s caresses, how divine were her skills, how utterly lost in spiraling perfection were her single-minded adorations of her girlfriend's clitoris, Celestial did not cum.

It was then Yoru noticed that Celestial still had on her flower panties, had pushed them aside to give access to her swollen sex. The panties were pale blue and very thin, and Yoru knew them immediately to be the same Celestial had worn in a scene she had described in detail to Yoru about a dreamy date with Sureal. Celestial was undulating more slowly above Yoru now, careful not to hurt her, but Yoru wanted harder, and was so lost in love with the finger on her clit that she couldn't help herself cuming a third time. As she slumped back, catching her breath and cuddling, Yoru pulled Celestial’s hand to her face and languidly began inserting each of the slender fingers, fragrant with Yoru's own pussy liquor, one by one into her mouth and closing her lips snugly around them. Treating each finger like a thin, finely sculptured cock, she pointed her tongue and rubbed just under the tip on the opposite side from the nail, pretending she was focusing on the same male pleasure spot that Celestial had enraptured Sureal's cock with, using her own tongue, only a couple of weeks before.

When Celestial noticed this, a stream of cruel memories of Sureal welled up in her, and she jerked her hand away and sat up. Their steamy date was over at that point, with Celestial crying, missing her former lover, and Yoru laying restless and miserable next to her. Yoru was bewildered, but didn't have to ask why they had suddenly stopped. Had Yoru been too loving? Too reminiscent of Celestial's true love, Sureal?

Thus it was that Yoru fell prey in the game of love to the memory of a stronger love, becoming another of Celestial's brief and shallow love affairs.