Bimbo Confessions: Maximus

I was up late last night and I’m not in the best headspace to be analytical. Bimbos aren’t supposed to do that anyway. I guess I’m going to be more stereotypical than usual. That’s appropriate given the subject matter. This is about some hard truths. “Hard” being the key word.

Yes, I’m talking about dicks.

A Good Size

In Second Life, there are certain truths you can rely on. If a Second Life avatar has a cartoonishly large cock, they are over-compensating. They will not know what to do with it. These guys rely on the pixels they purchased to do all the work. When I was working as an escort, we laughed about big dicked chumps. They were always bad at Second Life sex.

I have been in Second Life for close to five years. The Big Dick Rule is a given. It has never failed me. Any time I saw a guy with a dick I couldn’t swallow, I knew I was in for a slog. I imagine there’s some power fantasy or whatever. I don’t know. Clearly you guys like having 4-foot cocks. I’m telling you, generally speaking, it’s a turn off for most girls in Second Life.

I say “most” because there’s always someone…

I remember my first encounter with a massively large cock. This guy called himself Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, he dressed like a pirate. /no points for originality. He’d been after me for a while and I finally decided to give him a try. When he came into the bedroom, his cock was bigger than me.

How am I supposed to fuck that? I just don’t know. What’s the appeal?

Anyway, size does matter. In Second Life, “too big” is much more common than “too small”. I’ve actually had some fun with some guys who got off on how small their dicks were. I don’t know. At least it’s different.

Bigger

As research for Bimbo Luxe, I have been visiting some bimbo sims around the grid. One of them, Bimbo Dreams, flamed out real fast. It was a shame. The writing was on the wall, but I got involved anyway just to see what came of it. I met some people. It was a net win.

One such person was Medicus. Medicus and I had actually met before. Approximately two years prior when I was working as a hostess at the Champagne Lounge. I was very bimbo’d out at the time. Probably the most extreme I’ve ever been… but I’ve never maxxed out.

To me, it’s always been important to stay pretty. So I have never gone to the extremes some bimbos indulge in. At a certain point, extremities become caricature. I push the limits sometimes, but not like a lot of other bimbos. I hold back.

Anyway, I left the Lounge and went into blogging. During that time, I shed some of my bimbosity in favor of more mainstream looks. As a blogger, I have lost out on sponsorships because of my obsession with curves. In particular big, fake looking tits. I love having them but not everyone wants a bimbo representing their brand. I don’t care. I’ll make that trade off. I’m so grateful for the sponsors I have who “get me”.

So yeah. I’m aware of the contradiction. My tits are allowed to be big but I look down my nose at guys with massive dicks. I don’t have to be consistent.

I could be bigger though…

Obsession

As Bimbo Dreams came crashing down, Medicus and I got to talking. I only vaguely remembered who he was. He didn’t remember me at all. In fairness, I looked pretty different when he knew me. And clearly, he’s been with enough bimbos that they all blur together.

Also, we weren’t exactly tight back in the Lounge days. I’m sure we fucked because I fucked everything that moved in the Lounge. There was a line outside the bedroom. I took fucking numbers. It all blurred together for me too.

After our reintroduction, we got to talking about some real shit. I’ve gotten to know Medicus pretty well in a short time. And he definitely knows me. Writing a blog about your deepest secrets and desires tends to give readers the upper hand. I am an open book.

I keep real life as separate as I can from Second Life. But there’s always spillover. I take steps to protect myself. I feel like it’s important to keep the virtual world distinct from the real one. Guys don’t tend to share that view which can create tension.

Medicus is a bit of an over-sharer. I hope he doesn’t object to this characterization. I know he’s reading this. “Hi, daddy!” So we inevitably got to talking about some real life interests. We quickly discovered a shared obsession. Big tits! In a bimbo community! Who would have guessed?!?

I call it an obsession. Medicus considers it a passion. He says obsessions are unhealthy. It’s a matter of degrees, isn’t it? When does a passion become an obsession? Maybe he’s right. Maybe the difference is whether or not the passion is unhealthy. I stand by my statement. I think we’re both obsessed.

Massive Contradiction

Last night, I met up with Medicus at a bimbo club. We discussed preferences. Medi showed me some pictures of bimbos he had fucked. He was trying to demonstrate that his massive cock didn’t have to be a problem. It’s not the size, it’s what you do with it. He showed me the pictures to illustrate his mastery.

Is cocksmithery a word? If not, it is now. Medi is a Cocksmith. Master Cocksmith. Master of the Fine Art of Cock. He has a monster dick and knows what to do with it.

He was also pretty good at photography. Bro knew his angles. Shooting around massive boobs and genitalia presents logistical challenges (giggles).

My eyes weren’t on Medi’s cock (which did not fit in frame). I was looking at the bimbo. She had bigger tits than me. Bigger lips. She was extreme. Was she freer than me? What was holding me back? Medicus literally asked me and I didn’t have a good answer.

I go back to that “prettiness” argument. I don’t go full bimbo. But looking at those pictures… I can see the appeal. It’s always been there. Tempting me. All I have to do is give in. Let go. Ugh! It would be so easy.

Medicus started talking about his big dick. I’m not going to lie. I rolled my eyes. Guys and their peckers! Am I right? Humor him. He wants you to touch it. Fine. Touch it. I did. And… fucker twitched.

Before I knew it, I was holding his limp dick in both hands. Pressing my lips to the tip… imagining I was the bimbo in the pictures. It was seductive. To be that cock-sucker without a care in the world other than service. My training kicked in and I felt myself getting dumber.

Take notes here guys. If you’re going to have a massive schlong in Second Life, make sure you know how to use it. Our avatars are a form of visual stimuli. If your cock goes through the back of my head, it’s not going to turn me on. Medicus was laser focused on this stuff. He was constantly making adjustments. The big dick was inside me.

I gave into it. Medi, I gotta say, he knows how to fuck a bimbo. It also helps that he read my blog and knew my kinks like he’d read my mind. That makes all the difference. Unlike other big-dicked cowboys, I could feel Medicus’ python opening me up wider and wider. Stretching out my cunt. And god DAMN! It made me feel like a bimbo.

I wanted more.

I need more.

What Next?

I don’t know. Maybe nothing. Maybe it was a one time thing. Those are common in Second Life. We talked about some plans. I guess I need help in my bimbo journey. I mean, that’s what Bimbo Luxe is all about. And Medicus knows his shit.

I’m not throwing out anything I have now. My partner, Darden, is the love of my Second Life. And nothing, not even massive cock, can come between us. One of the glories of Second Life is I don’t have to choose.

When I got my implants in real life, it impacted how I was seen everywhere. That was expected. T-shirts don’t fit like they used to. You get the idea. In Second Life, that’s not an issue. I can change everything with a mouse click. I can go full bimbo and then pull myself back.

At least I think I will. Will I? Only one way to find out I guess…