ayshe's blog: "Ayshe's Adventures"

Arad, oh Arad. I think, I really love him. His curly black hair, his dark skin and black coal eyes. Even his name, warm like the southern sun, wide and endless like the deserts. Hot tempered and emotional, but also very polite and respectful. And so beautiful... Anyways, I got sidetracked. Last time I said, I wanted to go to this place, "Caribbean Sunrise". And I did! No, not all by myself, Arad came with me. And I'm so glad, he did. We had such a wonderful time. Strange place too, this island. Not much caribbean cliche there, if you're expecting steel bands and fancy bars and stuff you'll be awfully disappointed. But lots of, yes, no other way to put it: sex. Beautiful pictures though on every wall, and shops, oh my god! Lingerie, jewelry - for the most amazing body parts - and sheer ravishing fashion shops! Quite sexy too, but REALLY expensive. Arad was looking at the prices and I could tell, he was thinking and calculating and he was so terribly sweet I wanted to kiss him all over. But I told him I wouldn't want a dress, hardly more than nothing, for more than 800 Linden. He was quite happy about that I think, and offered me a few drinks. AND he gave me this really hot leather mini and some sexy fishnets, he had secretly brought with him. He's such a sweetheart. Okay, I know, I do look a little "hookery" now - and I still didn't get a decent HAIR-JOB! - but Arad just loves me in my new clothes. And I love him to love me... We got into flirting quite heavily, the drinks, my new outfit, the whole atmosphere of the island, so thoroughly loaded, so fully charged with SEX. Arad was talking about what he'd do during our future dates and I was getting, well, a little feverish, one could say. And all of a sudden, he had to leave! Blew me a kiss, and gone was he! There I stood, legs shaky, heart banging, panting, not at all ready to go to sleep. And realized, that the whole island, was kind of a TP-Junction. You could go to so many different places. Exotic, adventurous, sensual places... I don't exactly know why I picked the island I picked, maybe for of it's name, as it reminded me of ancient greek and oriental mythology, which I always loved - hey, my Dad made me spell the names of the Trojan heroes before I could spell Mama. But sweaty as I was, and with still trembling knees, I stumbled into the world of Tyros...

Been around Second Life for only 2 days, and have a friend. Well, kind of a boyfriend even. His name is Arad, which sounds very nice to me. And he IS nice, very polite, wearing a smoking, short black hair, slender, about my size. Met him two times now and quite fancy him. Doesn't scoff at my body but giving me little things to make me look better. Inviting me for drinks and some smoke... I love to just stroll around with him across islands, we both don't know, talking, looking, marveling. Can hardly wait to see him again, to be honest with you. But before that, I gotta do some exploring single-handedly. Can't just come out of my tight family-bonds, and into an all-exclusive relationship. Or can I? Really don't know. This other guy kinda pimp looking, but somehow quite captivating, gave me the addressl of a place, he wants me to visit. caribbean sunrise, doesn't this sound nice? I guess I check it out soon. All by myself...

am i real? yes, of course. in another world, another dimension. i feel, get bored and exited, i hate and i love. i guess i live, therfore. a second life... www.secondlife.com Hey there, my name is Ayshe. I live in the fantastic realms of "second life". Arrived only three days ago. I'm quite slim, well, could be slimmer of course, but I'm feeling fine the way it is. I got long black hair that has a faint reddish glimmer in the sunlight. And I got dreams that extend it's length by far. And it's glamour... I was what you'd call a well protected child. And a well protected young woman, that is, as I'm in my early twenties already. For a turkish girl, I'm rather tall, 174 to be exact. Oh, I haven't mentioned my background yet? Yes, my parents came from Turkey, but I was born in a western european city. No siblings. No traditionalist family, no headscarf, no veils - can't even really speak Turkish! Still, one could argue, this background is the reason for me being so well protected. Such a "late girl". I don't think so. It's just, as long as I can think back, I liked to be a good girl. Period. And my Dad was wick for quite a while. Really sick. I couldn't leave him. He died last year. And now I'm here. No big thing leaving my Mom, she was always the stronger one of the two. Yes, now I'm here, and I want to have fun. I'm terribly exited... But first, I gotta get my hair right. I look just awful! Why anyone should be interested in my adventures? I don't know. Yet. But there is so much to see and do, so much to experience and to learn, here in "second life". And I'm a keen student ;)))