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Shirt - MeHoney - Dinara Shirt - Black
Stockings - ROULY :: Rouly Tights - Mesh
Panties - ROULY Shapes :: My Thongs - Group Gift
Necklace - TETRA - Vanity necklaces #1-3 (Yellow Gold)
Body chain - TETRA - Purity Bodychains (Gold)
Belly piercing - PUNCH / Navel Piercing / Diamonds CLASSIC
Nails - Le Forme Bento Nails M01 BKFrench 001
Rings - Kibitz - Secret love rings - gold
Belly chain - Messy. Nena Bellychain Gold
Cup - MOVEMENT- The pink coffee - Black
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Eyes - .euphoric ~Secret Love Eyes Applier Soil#02
Lashes - .:Mai Bilavio:. Valentina Collection Option3
Eyeshadow - IDTTY FACES - CANDY DREAMS 1
Lipstick - IDTTY FACES - LOVE BUG 8
Dress and panties : Giz Seorn – Flowery Dreams – Soil. At Kinky Event
Flowercrown : Lode – Spiderwort collection – sepia.
Boots : Pure Poison – Moodyblossom boots. At C88
Hair : AD Analog Dog – Storm C (rare). December Lootbox, now in store.
Skin : Glam Affair – Judith – America. At Uber.
Waterpipe : Nomad – Hookah. At Uber.
Rose Vines : Half Deer - Fairylight Rose Vines. At C88
Last night, Gabby went to a party at a friend's house. She wore a pretty new blue dress that was just a little daring, and brought a bottle of wine.
The party was a lot of fun. Gabby talked and laughed, and danced. Perhaps she drank a little too much. Certainly, she should not have had that last drink that that nice looking young man with whom she'd been flirting brought her.
At 7:22 this morning, Gabby awoke with a terrible headache on an old couch in the basement. Her dress was soiled and damp and drawn up around her hips. Her panties lay beside her on the floor. And her thighs and vagina were bruised and aching.
Now Gabby is in a hospital examination room. Her pretty blue dress and panties lie crumpled beside her: soon, they will be carefully placed in evidence bags. Gabby is waiting for the doctor to examine her, because her body is now evidence too. The doctor will be kind and gentle, and he will give her a pill to take, "just in case."
Outside, in the waiting room, a young and very sympathetic police woman is waiting to take her home.
Gabby is not in a hospital examination room because she wore a pretty blue dress that is just a little daring. She's not there because she drank a little too much, or flirted with a man, or even because she unwisely accepted a drink from someone she didn’t know.
Gabby is sitting on a hospital examination table because one of the men at the party she attended was a rapist.
This picture is on display at my new exhibition, "Virtual Toxic," at the Kondor Art Square.
CONTENT WARNING: Although not graphically violent or sexual, this exhibition addresses themes that some may find triggering or offensive, including rape, paedophilia, abuse and violence, and incest.
The fact that her husband bought her underwear for Christmas was not, in and of itself, the problem. The problem lay in the nature of the underwear - control-top panties and something called a shaper.
"A what?" she asked, holding up the garment, which was made of heavy flesh-coloured latex.
"A shaper," said her husband, leaning forward, genuinely excited... anxious to appreciate his wife's appreciation. "The girl in the store said everyone's wearing them, even women you'd think are thin."
The wife was skeptical. Kneeling on the floor, surrounded by scraps of paper and ribbon and empty cardboard boxes, she turned the garment inside out and looked at its label. She pretended for some time to be absorbed in this. The husband assumed she was memorizing the washing instructions. In fact, she was trying to control her emotions. She was somewhere between bursting into tears (especially since the shaper was size XL) and having a full-blown, toddler-style tantrum.
What the fuck had the husband been thinking?
She glanced over. He still looked excited. "Put it on!" he said. "Let's see how it looks."
"Um," said the wife, still holding the garment. "Maybe tomorrow." Her voice was unsteady. The husband didn't seem to notice.
"No," he said. "Try it now! Please?" And she was baffled. The shaper was, as far as she could see, decidedly unsexy. It was, in plain terms, a girdle. And a heavy duty one at that.
She sat silently, looking at the thing, and wondering about her husband's excitement. "I know it doesn't look so hot in the box," he said, "but on, it's a whole 'nother story. Trust me!"
"How would you know?" the wife asked.
"Because," he gushed, realizing even as the words were coming out that he'd regret them, "the sales girl tried it on for me."
"Yes," said the husband, feeling the air around her cool but still too lost in his own happy memories to take real notice.
"Yes," he said. "She tried on a whole bunch of stuff for me - fancy lacy stuff, and stringy things, and see-through things...."
The wife stared in disbelief. But he was on a roll.
"She looked soooo good in all those things," he said, "and I wanted to buy them for you. But she asked about your body type and we agreed that it just wouldn't be the same on you."
The husband was now staring into the middle distance... brain and other body parts still in the department store.
"She was tall and had these lo-o-o-ng legs," he said softly. He didn't have to add "Not like you."
And the wife really didn't need to hear any more.
As he continued recounting the tale of the long-legged sales girl in the change room with the lingerie, the wife got up and went to the kitchen and rifled through the drawers for the measuring spoons. She found the old plastic ones and, bracing them against the counter, cracked off the business end of the 1/8 teaspoon.
Back in the living room, she found her husband still staring off into the distance, mumbling something about see-through panels. Or maybe see-through panties. She couldn't hear him clearly.
"Here," she said, rousing him from his reverie. "For you."
He jumped a little and looked down at the tiny bit of broken spoon.
"A cup," she said. "For when you next play hockey. I figure you can fit your gear and your common sense in there. And... here," she bent down and picked up the shaper. "You can hold it all together with this."
...beware this wicked garden's Rose with her fierce thorns.
wearing: Catwa Head, Maitreya Body, with Pumec Skin
hairstyle: eXxEsS : MELODIA Mesh Hair - B
outfit: [NC] - Roses Armor SET - Fuchsia by Noble Creations
versions for: Freya, Maitreya, HourGlass, and Physique Bodies
available from November round of The Fantasy Gacha Carnival located here:
or from the main store there after located here:
[NC] - Roses Armor SET - Gloves Fuchsia - Maitreya
[NC] - Roses Armor SET - Panties Fuchsia - Maitreya
[NC] - Roses Armor SET - Pauldrons Fuchsia - Maitreya
[NC] - Roses Armor SET - RARE Chestplate Fuchsia - Maitreya
Additional colors of Blue, Red, and Rare Black Also Available.
nails: [CX] Salient Talons - Onyx by CerberusXing
mask: amias - DIVYA mask 4 black - Rare
boots: AZOURY - Faithfulness thigh-high boots [Fuschia]
crossbows: [EZ] Liberator Crossbow -Firo1.50, (Dual)
[NC] - The Skulls - 4 by Noble Creations
[NC] - Forest Pouf - Skulls Orange by Noble Creations
I HAVE LITERALLY JUST STEP FOOT ON CAMPUS SOIL WHEN MY MOBILE BEEPS. AFTER FISHING IT OUT OF MY POCKET, I CHECK IT. IT’S ANOTHER NEW INSTAGRAM FRIEND REQUEST. NOTHING UNUSUAL THERE, I RECEIVE THEM ALL THE TIME, THEY ARE USUALLY FROM WOMEN. FOR THAT REASON, MY INSTAGRAM IS SET TO PRIVATE SO THEY CAN’T TRY SLIDING IN MY DMS. I OPEN THE APP & SEE THAT THE REQUEST IS FROM A PAGE CALLED ‘MICHIGAN GOSSIP’. INTRIGUED, I ACCEPT THE REQUEST & CARRY ON CHECKING MY NOTIFICATIONS. A COUPLE OF MINUTES LATER, MY PHONE BEEPS AGAIN. THIS TIME IT’S A NEW INSTAGRAM POST ON MICHIGAN GOSSIP. IT’S A PHOTO OF ME STANDING OUTSIDE THE UNIVERSITY. IT MUST HAVE JUST BEEN TAKEN, I’VE BEEN TAGGED & THERE’S A MESSAGE BELOW IT. THIS CANNOT BE FUCKING GOOD, I’M TRYING TO KEEP A LOW PROFILE SINCE I AGREED TO CONCENTRATE ON MY EDUCATION.
MICHIGAN GOSSIP *SPOTTED TODAY FOR THE FIRST TIME ON THE UNIVERSITY CAMPUS, MICHIGAN’S HOTTEST NEW ADDITION. OUR VERY OWN 6’3, 225 POUNDS JUNIOR QUARTERBACK HIMSELF BAD BOY @KASSIUS.BLACKWOOD. SOMEONE LOOKS LIKE THEY HAVE BEEN WORKING OUT AT THE GYM ALL SUMMER. IF HIS REPUTATION PRECEDES HIM, I’M SURE IT’S NOT THE ONLY THING HE’S BEEN WORKING OUT. ONE THINGS FOR SURE, HE’S GOING TO HAVE PANTIES DROPPING ALL OVER CAMPUS. GO THE MICHIGAN WOLVERINES!*
Show styling for HC - End of season show, Autumn/Scary
Featuring custom Tattoo from *Find the Fish*
Skin: itGirls - Noelle Catwa Applier - Mel Face
Ears: :ANDORE: - :Mesh Ears: - [R] - Delfiya
Nails: .:: StunnerOriginals ::. Bento Nails Mesh Stiletto Long Thrill
*Find the Fish* Magic Flowers Black - BOM (custom made)
Lip concealer: Izzie's - BOM Lips Concealer
Lipstick: Pink Fuel - Kumi Cosmetics - Lip Glaze
THIS IS WRONG Derelict makeup FADED BoM
Lingerie: OSMIA - Margaret.Gacha.Bra/Panties/Strappings
Back branches: Garmonbozia ::: Sakura Wings
Head branches: *LODE* Head Accessory - Gladiolus Wreath [black]
Veils: :Moon Amore:Arabian Nights / Dancing Veils - COAL (partially retextured)
Shoes: [CX] Implant Revived-Scratched Brass
Finger gems: Ascendant - Seductress Dermal Gems
JIAN Raven Collection :: Companion (Add me!)
[DDD] Creeping Fog - Round/Dense (x2 tinted)
TLC Mangrove Snake for use on ground
~*SR*~ Heavenslough Swamp Bald Cypress 03 V.03
3D TREES - Various plants and soil prim from "forest accessories II."
I think Mick enjoyed doing this tribute
Dressing in Mom's clothes gave me my first erection. I loved to wear her panties that she'd had on the day before. To feel the part of the panties that Mom's cunt had soiled rubbing against my cock was divine and made me cum
_CandyDoll_ Susie Print Exclusive GIFT
_CD_ Dolly Flowers Panties (_CandyDoll_ Dolly Boots Ruffle LootBox Maitreya - RARE)
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I recently acquired this in an auction box lot. It's a typewritten draft of what seems like a short piece for a magazine. My hunch is it was never published. I also suspect that the true author is Charlotte G. Moulton; her contact info is furnished at the end of the piece and her middle name is Glidden. Ms. Moulton was for several decades the UPI wire correspondent covering the Supreme Court. She was among the very first to report some momentous decisions in the 20th century, among them Brown v. Board of Education , Roe v. Wade , and the Miranda case.
Here's a transcript of the article:
By Susan K. Glidden [probably a pseudonym of Charlotte G. Moulton]
To those who have never moteled may I say that in this pursuit, as elsewhere in life, it’s the little things that count.
Having just returned from a grand circle vacation tour of the United States, where three of us located for a night in 16 different motor courts and three cabins in national parks, I speak with the voice of experience — not bitter but pretty well seasoned.
Of course after a daily 350 miles or so of dusty wayfaring, any modest billet with a clean-sheeted bed looks like a corner of heaven.
Cabins in national parks are designed to rent as cheaply as possible and naturally have to be rustic, with no fancy extras. The government now hopes to embark on an ambitious development program to meet the needs of an ever-increasing tourist load.
But the better motels go all-out for the motorist’s comfort. Wall-to-wall carpeting is usual, with gay draperies, easy chairs, radio and/or TV (usually the “insert a coin” type), immaculate tiled shower and air-conditioning. One motel clerk asked us to select either foam rubber or inner spring mattresses. All for prices ranging from $7 to $10 a night.
But, as I said, it’s the little things that count. And we soon had our own list of small desirables. After a few days on the road it became a standing joke to them off on arrival to see how the night’s stopping place met the test.
A shelf in the bathroom and a hook on the inside of the door headed the list. It’s right difficult to dispose of your toothbrush and toothpaste, lotion, soap flakes, pajamas and robe, soiled undies and other accessories when the bathroom offers no place to hang anything or set anything down. When even the toilet seat lacks a cover, it’s downright frustrating.
A wastebasket in both the bathroom and bedroom is also a help. We were always walking from one room to the other with crumpled paper or other rubbish in search of that essential article.
Small nightly laundry is highly important to the traveler but apparently seldom enters the thinking of motel designers. Bathroom basins are usually small, with no rim to hold wet garments between washing and rinsing. After the laundry is finished there is no place to hang it up to dry.
A shower curtain rod is a life-saver. But the trend in showers appears to be toward glass doors rather than curtains. Stretch clotheslines are obtainable at department store notion counters, but motels seldom provide any convenient appurtenances between which the line can stretch.
So bedtime usually found nylons panties draped on doorknobs, socks dangling from uplifted covers of vanity cases, and T-shirts on wire coat hangers balanced on door frames.
Many motels provide water glasses wrapped carefully in crisp little paper bags labeled “sterilized for your health and safety.” We had added this fine idea to our list until we observed the “sterilizing” being effected in something less than a super-safe manner. But even after that the little bags with their reassuring message made us feel protected anyway.
There were other acceptables — nice but not necessary. They included a real closet, instead of a clothes rack, a separate dressing alcove with a shelf for toilet articles, etc. (seldom found), and more than one luggage rack.
Frequently a room with two double beds would boast only one rack for a suitcase. The only other out-of-the-way space was often between wall and bed or even under the bed. Access to the bag’s contents could be had most conveniently by lying flat across the bed on the stomach.
Most motor courts had their own ideas of the “little extras” a traveler likes. A bottle-opener attached to a door jamb was a virtual certainty. Also small cakes of soap and bath mats, either cloth or fiber. Ice cubes were usually readily available, frequently in enormous quantity in a freezer in either the motel office or outside in the patio.
About a third of the motels provided face cloths along with the towels. Some had paper cups and facial tissue. One had a couple of super-fine quality tissues in envelopes inscribed with the management’s compliments. Another supplied two tough-fiber utility cloths for bathroom use which we used on the car for three weeks afterwards.
Free post cards bearing a picture of the motel were common. A few supplied stationery. In one or two we found packets of instant coffee for an early bracer. One advertised a continental breakfast of coffee and sweet roll for a quarter. And one even offered hot coffee and a doughnut “on the house.”
We seldom found a telephone in our room but there was always one in the office or in an outside booth.
Free reading matter included newspapers, the Bible and the Book of Mormon. One motel office offered borrowers an assortment of recent magazines.
Eating is always a travel problem. Some motels also operate cafes, with fairly good food at reasonable prices. But restaurants that would be considered A-1 in New York or Chicago simply don’t exist in small cities and towns. The motel manager directed us to the nearest eating place and we hoped for the best.
In first-class motels, serious defects are virtually nonexistent. In one place, however, the bathroom fixtures came off at the slightest encouragement. Sometimes the faucets dripped. A rodent gnawing away in the woodwork overhead caused one wakeful night.
We never realized how many systems there are for turning a shower on and off. But we always solved the mystery after a few tries. Soundproofing in all but one instance was excellent.
Of course we had to take in stride the afflictions suffered by the local residents themselves. For instance, as we approached one court in Oklahoma, we saw the manager pacing back and forth menacingly, with fly swatter in hand. It turned out that a horde of king-size crickets, different from the reassuring Eastern chirpers, had descended on the town, invading stores and homes. We found only one in our room, which we promptly dispatched.
Because motels must be on highways, we were sometimes disturbed at night by traffic noises. But this disadvantage was more than offset by the convenience of driving in and obtaining comfortable accommodations in less than five minutes.
Sometimes we didn’t even have to get out of the car. The manager came out to meet us, determined our needs and directed us to a room. Later we registered at the office, stating name, address, license plate and make and model of car.
From there we were on our own. Motels offer no bellboy service. Managers offered in a half-hearted way to carry our bags but they never insisted.
Names of motels run to a pattern. The country is dotted with Knotty Pines, Sunsets, Skylines, Westerns, Holidays and Trail’s Ends. Many owners concentrate on the atmosphere of their own region — El Rancho, Sea Breeze, Coral Sands, Plantation, Westward Ho, Desert Inn, etc. But some go to great expense to be different. One owner was importing blue spruce trees from another state so his patio would justify the name Blue Spruce Motel.
We soon became expert at telling from the outside what the inside of a motor court would look like. The safest bet is to choose one recommended by the American Automobile Association or some other reputable travel agency. That way you can’t go wrong.
Be carefull while unlocking your bike, some crazy photographer may steal your ass !!!
the worn panties of a girfriend who had spend the night with me while my wife was having fun with another man in the same building
We have our first snow on the ground and it’s a nippy -15C this morning and it got me thinking about long winters and what used to occupy my time through the years! I’ve always been a fan of games…word games…board games…cards…pretty much anything. Heck…I used to play Boggle by myself all the time and after awhile no one would play against me because they could never win! I remember getting Hands Down for Christmas as a kid, I can’t remember how it was played, but I was terrible at that! I always picked the pink hand and was behind everyone else by about 2 seconds. Has anyone ever played with the Cootie? I used to love putting those bugs together. And one of my favourites as a kid was Ants in the Pants! My sister and I spent lot
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