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I kept staring at her, “You are the only didi I have “

She sighed, “ You call me didi but you do all this…”

“What “ I asked

“This…” she waved her hand as if a wave of her hand would explain what I did.

I stood silently while she left.

The next one week went on well. I was busy playing cricket with the local boys and did not go to the road leading to Mala’s vegetable cart.

Then one fine Sunday morning when I opened the door for the morning newspaper, Mala stood there with a basket in her hand. I asked her to come inside.

“I bought some fish for you” she said shyly.

“I don’t know how to cook fish” I said.

She brushed a strand of hair around her ears and said, “ I can make nice fish fry”

I thanked her and pointed to the kitchen, “Go ahead”. I went and sat on the sofa reading the newspaper. After a while she stood before me with a cup of tea. I accepted it. I noticed she was wearing a freshly washed sari and had also combed her hair neatly. I accepted the tea and read the newspaper all the while hearing the sound of cooking in the kitchen.

After reading the daily paper with great difficulty(it is difficult to read NEWS with a raging hard cock waiting to burst out) I stepped out to my grandmom’s garden and picked a big rose flower. I walked into the kitchen with the flower. Mala turned around saw me and went back to staring at the burning gas stove. I walked up behind her and inserted the big red rose in her hair. She touched the rose with a brush of her hand and bent her head down shyly.

I hugged her. This time she did not move away. She just stood even when I pressed my hard crotch against her buttocks. I snaked my hand around her and it lay on the flat of her stomach. I then kissed the nape of her neck. She stood still not moving. I smelled the henna in her hair. She had had a bath and the smell of cheap Lifebuoy soap on her was intoxicating.

I gently pushed her forward to the kitchen platform and gave her a long lick on the top of her back. She coyly lifted her head “what are you doing” she said lamely. I turned her around and kissed her on the lips. She gave me a peck in return but my mouth stayed on her lips as I inserted my tongue inside her mouth. She tasted different, an after taste of tea and fresh mint toothpaste.

All the time her eyes were looking down. I lifted her chin and made her stare at me.

“I am supposed to be your didi and you are doing all this” she said pushing me away. “Allow me to cook or the masala will be overdone” I left the kitchen and had a bath which cooled me down a bit. Which helped. Wearing just a boxer shorts and nothing at all I came out to the hall. Mala was arranging the dishes on the table. I am built well and on the leaner side. She took a fleeting glance at my chest and looked away embarrassed before going back to the kitchen.

I smiled to myself and walked into the kitchen. I hugged her once again my hand on her stomach. She whispered shyly, “Are you not hungry. The fish is ready”. I did not answer her and moved my hand up. For the first time my hands were on her breasts. She gasped at the touch. Her breasts were small and firm. I could feel the nipples under her blouse since she was not wearing a bra. Obviously she could not afford one. I gently squeezed them and could feel her nipples harden a bit. My fingers were on her blouse hooks and I eased the hooks out. When I slipped my hand inside her open blouse she raised her hands in an attempt to prevent me. I brushed her hand aside and cupped her bare breasts in my hand. They were a bit rubbery and when I touched her nipples I realized she had small nipples.

I made her turn around. She hid her face with her open palms but I could see the open blouse and her breasts. Her breasts were round and shapely and they hung like ripe apples against the flatness of her stomach. Her navel was shapely too. If she had been born in New York she would have been a black lingerie model.

Mala raised her hand and covered her breasts.

The apt thing to do when you are nearing the goal with a woman is to be romantic.

“Didi, I don’t know why I feel this. I don’t know why I am always thinking about you. It is bad. During nights I am finding it difficult to sleep and you know I am leaking also….”

She stared with a question, “Leaking?…what is leaking?”

“If a man does not leak from his thing…it comes out on its own and it is harmful. I may get cancer”

She looked, “Cancer. The bimari that Shah rukh khan died in the picture”

“Haan”

She looked worried.

“If Preity Zinta had agreed to do what he wanted to do he would have lived”

Mala wondered.

“I know what to do. Don’t worry it will not pain”

Mala looked down with an expression which was mixture of curiosity and caution.

I held her tight and kissed her once again. This time I did not stop. I moved down and rested in front of her bosom. I put my mouth on her nipples and she gasped. Now let me tell you how her nipples were.

Nipples are veritably Gods favourite dessert on the glorious platter of the bountiful woman. There are different kinds of them from the pointed, button, curled, wrinkled, grotesquely large, reddish-ready-to-leak and finally small to medium. Mala’s fell in the last category.

Her nipples were small and blacker than the blacks of her breasts. You could make out the outline of her nipples on her breasts very faintly. They were a bit small to take in the between your nipple for a deep pulling suck. I tried that and was not successful. Her breasts were too firm and rubbery to allow any purchase.

I had to be contented in nibbling. So there I was.

Mala the beautifully black vegetable vendor sitting on the bed in front of me. Her cotton sari fallen to her right. Her blouse opened in front and her bare breasts in front of me. She had closed her eyes in shyness and I held her hands on her side preventing her from closing her glorious breasts.

I went back to work on the nipples. After a few luscious licks I could sense her nipples hardening and she started squirming.
I gently pushed her on the bed and she curled up her head down, eyes firmly shut in embarrassment. I lay beside and hugged her from the back, my hard cock firmly pushed against her buttocks. She tried to move but I held her firmly.

She lay still while I fondled her breasts and I pushed her blouse up and licked her charcoal black back. My hands were already trailing down to her thighs and I slowly pulled her sari up. When I did that her hand tried to prevent me from doing that.

I stopped. I was angry.

I sat up on the bed. She sensed my anger and looked up. “Saheb are you angry?’

I nodded. She sat beside me. “Pl don’t be angry saheb. See I am afraid. I don’t know all this chakkar. I have never let any man touch me…”

I looked at her, “Will you do as I tell you or I will not speak to you’

She started sobbing.

I gently pushed her back on the bed and put my hand under her thighs, between her legs. I came up to her panties. I pushed it aside and touched her cunt for the first time. She put her hands on her face and was still crying while I was busy exploring her. This time I bend down and sucked her nipples while touching her cunt.

Her cunt was bushy with hair and but my fingers managed to touch her slit. She gasped and tried to cross her legs. But I had managed to get in between with my shorts open and my cock standing rigidly waiting for the real action to begin…. (CCN, 2009)

If you live in the US, you’re very lucky, because you can shop at Ruche without having to worry about the import-taxes etc. you pay when you have the stuff shipped to Europe.

Ruche sells very affordable, pretty unique pieces and LOTS of them are Blair-ish. Here are my favorites available online right now:

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I have an appointment with my professor

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Meeting of the drama-class

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I’m meeting Serena at the museum (well, the stairs leading to it)

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Meeting Chuck in the park

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The next day the atmosphere in the house was charged. Shobha was dressed in her nightie with a thin veil upon it. Her hair was tied with a scarf and she had applied fresh body spray which had filled the room with fragrance.

Rahul coming down and seeing his mother’s attire was delighted. He hurried his steps and coming behind his mother he put his arms around her waist and nuzzled his head on her hair. Inhaling deeply the aroma he untied the scarf holding her hair before wishing her good morning.

Shobha stood still allowing her son to loosen her hair and when he was inhaling its fragrance she said ‘the breakfast is getting cold.’

Holding her by the waist, Rahul dragged his mother to the dining table and sat down. Shobha proceeded to feed him and as Rahul’s hands were free, he started to caress her waist. Shobha started enjoying his caresses and took her own time in feeding him.

Rahul then became adventurous. He slid his hand down over the left side of her buttocks and placed it over there. Shobha did not object to this. His hand then slid further down and came upon her rich thighs. He started to slide his fingers slightly over her thighs and when his mother did not object, he tried to push his hand further down between them.

Shobha suddenly pulled his hand away from her thighs. Rahul’s hand went back to her waist again. He knew there were some limitations and he continued fondling her waist with more vigor squeezing the soft rich curves of her waist. Shobha did not object to this and as she got up on feeding him she felt her son’s hands caress her voluptuous buttocks and this made her shiver.

As Rahul got up he playfully held his mother’s veil. Shobha turned around to face him. Rahul smiled at her and pulling out her veil he ran away from her before wiping his face and hands with it.

Shobha screamed obscenities at him and when Rahul threw the veil back at her after stepping out he heard her say ‘when come home, I will make you repent, you naughty fellow.’

Rahul came home early and when his mother enquired about his examinations he replied ‘it was easy and I only have two more to go.’

‘Go and change’ said his mother.

As Rahul came down his mother excused herself saying she had to visit their neighbors and will be back soon. Rahul after spending some time watching the TV went back to his room for studies. It was after quite some time when his mother came to his room. His mother had worn the same nightie which she had worn in the morning and she had discarded the veil.

Seeing her without the veil Rahul smiled at her and asked ‘why, what happened to your veil?’

‘There’s no point in wearing it’ she replied.

‘Why’ asked Rahul, as his mother sat next to him.

‘My son does not allow me to put it on,’ she replied.

‘Why, what does he do,’ asked Rahul moving closer to her.

‘He pulls it away from my body’ replied his mother.

‘But why,’ he again asked her as he put his arm around her waist?

‘I don’t know the reason, tell me if you know it,’ she replied.

‘I have a vague idea but before I tell you, promise you won’t scream at me’ he said.

‘No, I won’t scream at you, I promise’ she said smilingly.

‘Then come closer, I will put the words in your ear’ he said.

Shobha moving her ear to his face asked ‘Is this enough?’

As his mother brought her ear near his face, Rahul first tenderly nibbled her ear before speaking softly ‘I think he wants to see your br no che…’ First he wanted to say breasts then changed it over to chest.

‘Yes, what does he wants to see’ asked his mother moving closer.

‘I think he wants to see your chest’ he said and waited for her response silently.

On hearing it his mother was mildly surprised and she held back for a few seconds before replying ‘I think he should be reprimanded as he is becoming naughty.’

‘Yes, indeed’ he is becoming naughty. How do you intend to reprimand him’ asked Rahul embracing his mother?

‘Let him finish his exams, then I will see to it’ she said.

‘That means you don’t mind it’ he asked putting his arm across her waist and pulling her to him. ‘I did not say so’ she replied.

‘What’s wrong in allowing him to see’ said Rahul pecking kisses on her cheeks.

‘I have not decided about it’ she replied.

‘How long will you take to decide about it’ he said shuffling her hair with his hands.

‘Keep trying you may succeed’ shot back his mother.

Hearing those words Rahul was encouraged. Lifting his hands he held his mother by her head and drawing her face closer to his, he kissed her squarely on her lips.

Shobha sizzled as he felt his hot lips on hers. Unable to control anymore she drew his head and opening her mouth wide kissed him back. Rahul was enchanted by this and in a reflex action he pushed his tongue deep inside her mouth and embraced his mother’s body to his.

Shobha was stimulated by the passionate kiss and as Rahul drew her up to his body, she tamely succumbed to his ministrations. Her body was set on fire. Rahul feeling her body shivering started to caress her back and bringing his hand under her arms he moved it over the side of her breasts.

Shobha moaned hard when she felt her son’s hand trying to feel her breasts. She pressed her upper body to his completely, squashing her breasts over his chest. Rahul could no longer put his hand on her breasts. He placed his hands over her shoulders and pushing her back he trust one of his hand on her chest.

Shobha moaned louder. Her tongue slipped out and started to lick her son’s lips. Rahul felt possessed. He thrust his hand deep between his mother’s chest. His hand felt the opening of his mother’s nightie. His fingers started to fumble over her hooks and with great difficulty he managed to unhook two of them.

As the flaps of his mother’s nightie gave way, his fingers came in contact with the warm flesh of his mother’s bosom. This aroused him. He dug his hand deeper till he could feel the silkiness of his mother’s brassiere. This made his prick shot up.

Shobha’s body too was throbbing in the heat of the passion. She lifted her body for a second to allow her son’s hand to take possession of her breasts and as Rahul slid his hand over the cup of her bra, she shuddered and wet her panties.

Rahul too was on the verge of shooting and as his mother allowed access to his hands to cup her bra his pecker shot up and when he felt his mother’s body convulse in the heat of the passion he again jammed his lips on hers and cupping her breast over her bra he shot his load in his pants. (eXbi,2009)

 MEMOIRS (Abridged) Includes articles and essays on various topics in SCIENCE, GEOGRAPHY, PHILOSOPHY, STATECRAFT etc. in addition to Travel notes.  Price Rs. 1oo, postage extra.  

                                                                                          By K.K.Subramanian

Waterfriend remembers his childhood

 Kunnathur Mana

My mother was born in a very illustrious family Kunnathur Padinjaredath.You can see the ancestral house near the Peruvanam temple south gopuram (gate)

I have vague memories of sitting upstairs; looking at the road. I must be four at that time.

The family came there in search of livelihood and became the tantry (main priest-they still are) of the temple. I can imagine mother (kali was her name-a goddess) walking towards the temple, holding the hands of the maid servant, almost naked, with only a plantain leaf strip to cover nakedness, not knowing what fate awaited her…tears swell in my eyes, even as I write these lines

She was married off at the tender age of thirteen or so to Subrahmanian Nambudiripad, aged forty plus, already having two wives, one living and the next one and her son still fresh in memory, and a daughter of mother’s age whom her brother married the same day, probably. Mother was dark, uncouth and short; my step sister was fair, lean and very handsome whom mother hated heartily!

I do not remember any one caring for her,  except her younger sister and some cousins. Uncle (eldest) never talked to her or even to her children (in all six, two died early). She had a sharp tongue and was outspoken but had a heart of gold. She was very lazy and father was the laziest!

I digressed…

Around 150 years ago, mother’s ancestor was married to the sister of the king of erstwhile Cochin State who was known as Shaktan Thampuran. He bestowed on the Kunnathur family tax free land. The family became rich.

Maternal grandfather was very intelligent, so too was my uncle. At that time a rich local Nambudiri of Chittoor mana established a school, where we all studied, and uncle was the first student, duly initiated before a lighted lamp etc. Of course the student was without a shirt! I had a few classmates, topless, in primary school. Grandmother was wise, cultured and well versed in puranas (old legends of Hindu religion).When she got angry and shouted like a lioness, her husband shivered like a mouse! She did like my mother, always told me to look after her well but did nothing when she needed assistance. In fact no one accompanied her when she left the house built by father, and we were travelling in a country boat, through the swollen river. Being a fool, I enjoyed the trip!…

Earliest memories centre around a small village Thalore, near Trichur. I was about four. Mother had given birth to a dead baby and so she continued to feed me. I just came in from the spacious orchard where I was playing, lay down in my mother’s lap and started sucking her big breast. (In those days our women folk did not wear blouse.) “Ma, who put sugar in your milk?” -I asked. She just pushed me off and that was the end breast feeding !

I had a playmate Bhagi about eight years or so . She was attached to our maid servant Madhavi. I always thought she was her daughter.

 One day the girl was mopping the kitchen floor. I said something .She didn’t listen and I gave a blow on her back with an iron ladle. The poor girl cried out aloud inviting the attention of mother and paternal grand mother I felt guilty and wretched. Perhaps that was the only time I used violence against any living creature…..

With just a piece of cloth tied like lady’s bikini, I used to accompany Madhavi to the grocery shop owned by a Tamil Brahmin .He would give a piece of jaggery. We never got chocolates in those days.

Father and mother slept in the upstairs bed room. I slept with them. Mother used to tell stories. Elder brother used to sleep with grandmother. He was her favourite. Paternal uncle Krishnaphan was an occasional visitor. We loved him, as he was a good storyteller. About Lilliputs we heard from him. He was dark and fat unlike another p. uncle Vasudevaphan who was slim and fair, the first person to go to school from K.K. family. He was teacher and a close friend of E.M.S. Namboodiripad.

One day an old lady came, covered up to the neck in pure white dhoti (in north India only a widow will dress in white) Do you know her? –they asked. When I blinked, they all laughed . I felt ashamed. It was mother’s ma. As a girl, she was born and brought up in the same house where we were staying temporarily-the great Veembur Kadalayil Mana (which was lying vacant at the time. Mahatma Gandhi visited the house in 1929). Father who was a good architect and astrologer was making our house near the river, about four miles away. One day brother and I accompanied him to see the construction work. My legs were paining like hell. I earned the reputation of having walked four miles when four years old.    

 At that time , another paternal uncle, Parameswaran by name, took me with him to fort Tripunithura where royal family members lived. By custom, only a nambudiri may marry a princess. And, in a nambudiri family only the eldest can marry; others may have legitimate relationship with women of other upper castes, the latter not entitled for a share of nambudiri property. They are not allowed to share meals with us.(My grandfather’s younger brother’s daughter was my schoolmate .I never knew about the blood relationship, though I somehow liked her. Of course I was too shy to talk to her! )

That is how uncle married a real princess and lived in Palace no.11. I was too small to notice the clean bed, the sumptuous food (at home we had it only on birthdays or during Onam) The great festival was going on at the Poornathrayeesha (Krishna) temple and there were any number of elephants (I wanted to become a mahout-I am never tired of watching these majestic animals)

An elephant was being fed. Uncle asked me-do you want to mount it . I shook my head. The mahout lifted me and handed over to his colleague sitting on the elephant. He placed me on its neck. I felt uncomfortable, its hair pricking my naked bottom and I being lifted up and down by the motion of its head while eating; still I enjoyed it .

One day we were taken to Akavoormana near river Periyar. We enjoyed playing in the shallow swift flowing water. I lay down in the water and was carried away some distance. Flapping my arms I managed to remain floating. Thus I learnt the rudiments of swimming. I do not know how to swim really. Like cattle only my head remains above water.

There were two young elephants there. As a baby Ramankutty used to roam about in the house and snatch things from the kitchen. Even now I like to have a baby elephant ….

Vasudevan uncle (the youngest among five brothers, father being the eldest) was working as teacher in Namboori Vidyalaya at Trichur. I would look with admiration  the fat books in his shelf. One day when I grow up I shall read them!

Savithri was born. I refused to see the baby. I wanted a brother. This dislike of girls remained for a long time to come.

When Vas uncle brought a wife I was too shy to meet her. Afterwards the words “cheriamme “automatically escaped from my mouth and all exclaimed “today it will rain” 

   Recently, during morning walk I reached the church and, turning right, easily located the arch, proclaiming entry towards the Shiv temple. I went through it and turned right. A little further, I had hardly turned left when I could easily spot the old gate as it was in 1937! It was something like a flashback in TV screen! The front yard was very small. (in my mind it was very big.)The main building was intact, though concretised. I saw mother’s bedroom upstairs where I slept. Through the left side I traced a few steps and saw the workplace where women husked rice .It was locked. I could easily see the rope swing and Bhagi and I playing there. The reddish brown cow must be somewhere nearby. Bhagi showed me how to pick silky smooth, egg shaped thing (she called it pattunni) from the cow’s skin. She would place it on a stone and crush it with another stone spilling blood. Ma must be in the kitchen. The great surprise was when I turned to the east courtyard and looked to the flight of steps leading to the orchard. I was expecting at least thirty steps. I could count hardly four! To the child everything appears on a mega screen. To the grown up, it is all on TV screen. The surroundings had been cut into plots and sold. There are flats now. But the main structure is unoccupied till now.

Originally, it belonged to Moothedath Kadalayil which was merged with Veembur Kadalayil. On shifting to Pazhai, the house was sold to Akavoor Mana, my paternal grand mother’s maiden house (illam). We were just living there. The Akavoor namboodiri even suggested,” sister, why don’t you live here, why build a new house?” But father wanted to be near our village. 

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• skin. Glance
• shape. SerGG
• haare/hair. *sari´s*
• jacke/jacket. RunoRuno
• outfit. >KGY<
• strümpfe/stockings. *League*
• tasche/bag. Muism
• kette/necklace. *sari´s*
• brille/glasses. Gabby´s Glasses
• schuhe/shoes. G.Field

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bald ist wochenendeeeeee ist ja nicht so, dass ich meine arbeit nicht mag, ganz im gegenteil! aber hin und wieder brauch man einfach mal abstand. etwas ruhe, kein telefon und die eigenen vier wände helfen, um sich auf die neue woche vorzubereiten. AAAAABER, jetzt kommt erstmal hot weekend. nicht vergessen, emy hat schon die liste aller teilnehmenden shops für den 50-linden-friday gepostet und ab samstag heisst es dann wieder weekend-fever sobald ich die liste der designer habe, gebe ich euch bescheid. bis dahin, hier noch ein kleiner grüner mix für alle, die´s ein wenig “kürzer” mögen ach so, noch was, …verzeiht mir, wenn ich derzeit immer auf den skin von estyle zurück greife. irgendwie hab ich mich verliebt. ausserdem für den preis (ca. 1700L) das komplette fatpack,…da muss man einfach zuschlagen!

• skin. estyle
• shape. SerGG
• haare/hair. KUROTSUBAKI
  
• accessoires. Dark Mouse
• bluse/blouse.CHANTKARE
  
• outfit. SK Design
• strümpfe/stockings. Sheer
• boots. Maitreya

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also wer INDI DESIGN noch nicht kennt, hat meiner meinung nach, wirklich was verpasst. ich oute mich liebendgern, und sage, dass jamie zu den topdesignern in SL gehört und ich ganz wirklich ein grosser fan bin. sie hat zum einen ihren ganz eigenen individuellen stil und zum anderen sieht man an ihren outfits auch, die liebe zum detail. saubere nähte und verarbeitung, tolle texturen und extravagante modelle runden das ganze gekonnt ab.

ich wage mich mit ihren sachen zum ersten mal an ein gruppenbild und hoffe, es gefällt euch

einen ganz zauberhaften resttag wünscht zyma

und hier nochmals aus einer anderen perspektive

• skins. estyle+belezza
• shapes. SerGG
• hair. uncle web+slink+MrS (uups i lost the LM, i will look for later IW)
• outfits+boots. INDI DESIGN

Here is what I found blouse-wise

Ebay.co.uk

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I think this one is rather a vintage pajama and red, but could work anyway – looks so cute. Click

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Forever21

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Headband:

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And the matching purse

Find it here

I finally got time to go shopping again!  I guess it’s technically almost winter, but the weather outside says otherwise, which is okay by me!  I found some really cute stuff, below are my faves:

The holidays are coming up, which means a lot of parties and functions.  Here are a few party dress options:

Love the colors in this Max & Cleo tube dress from Sonny B. $150

Metallics are also a fun option from black for the holidays.  This Ya tube dress from Sole Searching is so cute! $49

Another option is this Max & Cleo Silver dress from Sonny B. $150

If you’re looking for a dress thats a little less flashy, but still fun, this Max & Cleo Fringe dress is perfect! Also from Sonny B., $157.50

I’m also loving this Max & Cleo classy purple houndstooth print dress from Sonny B. $110 This one can be dressed up or down!

Another fab look for the holidays is a great pantsuit, with a fun shirt.  Check out this outfit.  Grab the BCBGeneration Tuxedo jacket from Lula Balou $128….

Layer it over this BB Dakota sequin tank from Sonny B. $66

And finally finish it off with these BB Dakota skinny black pants also from Sonny B. $84

Right now Sole Searching has some fabulous necklaces that can dress up any outfit.  Looking for something edgy, yet refined? you need this gold & onyx necklace. $169

For a classier look try this impressive freshwater pearl necklace, $120, which has matching pearl hoop earrings 

or either of these Lenora Dame Pearl Necklaces $115, $120

And every lady needs a good cocktail ring.  Choose from any of these plus more at Sole Searching, $29-$39

During this time of year, I am always on the lookout for cute long-sleeved dress.  The buttons on the sleeves really do it for this Vfish dress from Sole Searching, $115

Another option to winter-ize your skimpier dresses are to layer long-sleeved shirts underneath.  The sleeves on this Mystree black shirt make it more dramatic.  From Lula Balou, $48

Turtlenecks can feel very restricting, but the cut-out lace shoulders of this XCVI shirt makes it a little more refreshing and super-cute to wear under a tube dress.  From Sole Searching, $99

Both of these shirts also play well with the trend this fall to emphasize shoulders.  Another trend that is big right now is draping.  Whether its used in more of a sporty style, like this Gado Gado skirt from Sole Searching, $69

or whether its incorporated into an every-day piece, like this Aryn K. navy blouse from Sonny B., $89, this look is always flattering.

Textures are also very happening during this time of year.  How fun is this Ya vest from Sole Searching? $49

Differnt textures and patterns are also good for outerwear, since this is the part of your outfit that people see the most when it gets chilly.  This 3 Sisters paisley coat from Lula Balou is guaranteed to be a head-turner, $248

This D.E.P.T tweed jacket reminds me of Chanel, and I love everything Chanel! Also from Lula Balou, $140

This Fumblin’ Foe military style brocade jacket is also a nice choice, from Lula Balou, $130

Another way to dress up your outerwear, is with fabulous shoes!! Boots & booties are a must!  These Seychelles black booties from Sole Searching kick booty! $115

Buckles are hot right now, especially on these Not Rated grey boots from Lula Balou, $75

These Matiko suede booties are cuties! From Lula Balou, $140

Looking for something taller and funky?  These two Irregular Choice boots are for you.  First pair from Lula Balou, $248, second from Sole Searching, $269

As far as bags go this season, faux-skin is in.  Love the utility of this Shiraleah handbag from Sonny B. $89

This Melie Bianco bag is super soft! From Sole Searching, $89

The bucket style handbag is also back.  This Melie Bianco bag has the option of using a longer strap, and I love the woven texture.  Also from Sole Searching $110.

What are some other pieces that I need this season you ask?  Well, for one, a hot mini skirt!  This  BCBGeneration body con skirt from Lula Balou is very slimming, and versitile.  Wear it with a cute top for going out, or a t-shirt to dress it down, $88

Another piece that I wear almost every day is a cardigan.  Even though I don’t ride horses, I tend to love everything equestrian, like this Charlotte cardigan from Lula Balou, with it’s horse and bridle print.  $118

And don’t forget to add a little bit of color to your winter wardrobe.  Its easy to wear all black, but its more fun to wear a color!  Try this Trinity multi-colored tank for literally a splash of color.  From Sonny B., $62.50

Well hopefully you will all leave a little bit inspired   Have a Happy Thanksgiving, and safe travels!

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und noch einmal hallooo an alle vorbeiklicker und SLfashionliebhaber kennt ihr plurk? ich hab mich da vor 2 tagen eingeschrieben und auch wenn ich noch absolut keine ahnung habe, wie ich da was machen soll, macht es riesig spass. man trifft leute die man bereits aus SL kennt und lernt neue dazu. wer also mal vorbei schauen will, kann das unter www.plurk.com

und hier noch ein kleines photoshopexperiment…heute: das ZETT in weiss

• skin. REDGRAVE
• haare/hair. SyDS
• shape. SERGG
• schmuck/jewellery. Sigma
• gun. AMOK
• outfit. Convoitise
  
• boots. BAX

We love love love this Rose Ruffled Blouse by Oscar de la Renta.  At $690 we won’t be rushing to get it, but a girl can dream, can’t she?

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There is a designer woman apparel – a classy range for the woman of style. You can choose a women’s apparel off the racks from a boutique. Woman apparel for larger sizes is also specially catered.Athletic apparel is also a popular aspect of any woman apparel store. Blouse, formal dresses, shoes,and sleepwear are various categories in women’s apparel.

Nilanjana : water.

Vicky : (turning to her) Rohit, water..

Rohit takes a glass and drinks..

Vicky takes the glass and rather than drinking it pours the water right onto her saree.. on her chest.. water splashing just where her clevage would be.. Nilanjana closed her eyes as the chill ran down her body in utter shame… a tear or two dropped along her cheeks raising his hands up and up as the stream of water splashes with more and more force on her womanly mammaries. once glass is empty, Nilanjana’s saree is clinging to her breasts and showing off the black blouse as if saree was transparently not there..

Vicky : ohh sorry bhabhi.. i dropped water.. let me clean it up..(as Vicky pretended to pull out a hankerchief from his pocket).

Nilanjana : (turning away to avoid Vicky touching her) go to hell..

Vicky frowns and keeps back his hankerchief..

Nilanjana heaves a sigh of relief though she does not show it. She still acts to be irritated but forced lady and pretending that Vicky’s tricks cannot prick into her mind.

Vicky : so bhabhi, we begin in your bedroom..

Nilanjana looks up bt remains silent.. she was expecting it. Her bedroom was just an addition.

Vicky : can you take us to your bedroom?

Nilanjana looks at him.. her saree was still clinging to her body.. and she had not bothered to move it away.

she turned and walked to her bedroom. not bothering the two men following her..

as they enter the bedroom.. she switches on the lights..

Vicky : bhabhi, so clean, seems no one slept in here since ages..

Nilanjana ignores his comments.. Vicky goes and switches on the AC.

Vicky : so when was the last time you slept with brother here?

Nilanjana (shot back) : this is none of your..

Vicky : anything i ask is my business, you get me??

Nilanjana looked at Vicky in defeated hatred, but still fill of pride that she was fighting despite being prisoner of lost war.

Vicky : now, when was the last time you made out with brother in this bed?

Nilanjana was stunned at the deeper, more aimed question.

she mumbled something..

Vicky : i did not hear anything, you know what happens when i dont get what I want..dont you? being good and specific would be better for you..

Nilanjana : day before yesterday..

Vicky : crazy guys.. you go about it even in days..

Nilanjana looked up at Vicky.. she did not want to argue or take it more over.. she just wanted it to finish..

Vicky : is brother able to satisfy you bhabhi with his small…?

Nilanjana : SHUT UP, he is your elder brother..

Vicky : ohh bhabhi, ok.. i will be more direct.. so many years, why have you not been able to bear a child??

Nilanjana (shooting back) : this is none of your..(broken by Vicky)

Vicky : ahahh.. my business.. I got my answer bhabhi.. probably you should take him to a good doctor..

Nilanjana: what?? shut up..

Vicky : i can understand bhabhi, now you will not have to worry.. you will be mother to your own nephew..he he..

Nilanjana had no option but to look down on the inevitable and amazingly direct threat.. inevitable till she does not act or there is some help coming from her fate..

Vicky : bhabhi, where is ur makeup kit..

Nilanjana : why?

Vicky : you look horrible after all those tears running down your cheeks.

Nilanjana : i will freshen up and come..

Vicky : wait bhabhi, take this.. Rohit!!!

Rohit pulls out a cheap looking makup kit from the bag.. it seemed used heavily and repeatedly .. and roughly.. also added couple of real bright shaded golden and deep red lipsticks.

Nilanjana surprisingly looks at the extensivity of the preparedness these two men had come with.. they seemed regular at their jobs.

Vicky : bhabhi, to help you we got these.. opening the deep bright red shade lipstick..

Nilanjana : what?? I am NOT going to apply this..

Vicky : dont worry, I will apply that myself on you..

Nilanjana looked at Vicky. For the first time, her eyes were pleading him. She looked on as Rohit emptied the cheap but extensive makeup kit on the table. She could identify the makeup base, roos, lipsticks, kajal brushes and various shades of eye liners.

From a free lady till few minutes ago, Nilanjana was now reduced to a slut. So much so, right now she was wondering what was in store for her. Vicky had hand on her most sensitive nerve and could wreck her whole life without injuring her. He had turned her into a slut without even stripping a single cloth off her body. And now here she was, standing in front of her brother in law, whom she had publically accused of making sexual advances on her, in her own bedroom, waiting for him to apply makeup on her.

Vicky : Sit here bhabhi. (pointing to the stool).

Nilanjana : please Vicky.

Vicky : hurry up bhabhi, we dont have all day to do this..

Nilanjana reluctanly lowered herself on the stool in front of the mirror. She daily used this stool and mirror while applying her daily makeup, but today the mirror would witness something else. But there was something else she could see in the mirror. Rohit was setting up the video camera. Startled she turned around. Vicky realized that she had seen it and smiled in his mind. What Nilanjana did not realize is that the camera was on and whatever she was going to say now was also getting recorded.

Nilanjana : no please, dont take the camera. I am doing anything that you want. But not the camera please..

Vicky : bhabhi, we agreed to do the blue film..

Nilanjana : but no recording of events Vicky.

Vicky : then what is a blue film?

Nilanjana : I will do everything you ask for..

Vicky : now, now, I am surprised when you say you will object to recording when we make a blue film.. I dont know what else you will object to… I want to understand what you mean by everything..

Nilanjana : I will do everything, everything, you ask for .. just no camera please..

Vicky : can you detail out, everything, please..

Nilanjana : everything means… huh.. it means. everything..

Vicky : no no.. please detail so that we are on the same page..

Nilanjana : (feeling bit uncomfortable to detail everything.)

Vicky : you are not keeping your promise bhabhi.. how can i trust you will do somethings, which you dont even want to say.. Maybe i should call..

Nilanjana : no no.. i will… stammering… i will strip in front of both of u..

Vicky : and??

Nilanjana : and?? …. and i will .. dance for you..

Vicky : (smiling on her) dance naked??

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky : and??

Nilanjana : and?? …and…. and sleep with both of you..

Vicky : in your own bedroom??

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky : in your own bed??

Nilanjana : (getting bit irritated) yes..

Vicky : will you kiss me in your bed too..

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky : where?

Nilanjana : on your lips..

Vicky : i also want it on my pole..

Nilanjana : ok.. i will..

Vicky : what you will..

Nilanjana : i will kiss you.. there..

Vicky : where??

Nilanjana : (now visibly irritated) i will kiss you on your pole..

Vicky : will you remember your husband??

Nilanjana : no.

Vicky : what if your husband comes to know of it..

Nilanjana : (suddenly irritation replaced by pleading in her voice) no no.. please dont let him know this.. i will do everything.. please dont let..

Vicky : will the pole meet the hole??

Nilanjana : (not answering)…

Vicky : will the pole meet the hole??

Vicky seemed to be enjoy bargaining with Nilanjana on the receiving end.. she had no option but to concede everything he asked for..

Nilanjana : yes..

Vicky was enjoying making her say things she would never have said.. and above all this was all getting recorded..

Nilanjana : (her eyes begging for this to be completed) damn yes.. .. pole will get the ho….

Vicky : hmmm.

Nilanjana : please but no recording please..

Vicky : but after all we recorded everything till now..

Nilanjana : (confused) what?

Vicky : yeah Rohit show her..

Rohit rewinds the tape and shows Nilanjana the recordings of her leaning on Vicky as he helps her wear those high heeled bright red slutty sandals.. she was surprised..

the recording further moves to seconds back. when she was detailing those ‘everything’ tasks that she was planning to do for them.. in her own bed.. behind her husband.. she was pleading them not to tell her husband.. the camera had very less volume on playback, but her words were banging in her head.

Vicky : bhabhi, this recording is enough for us to prove worth of your values..

Nilanjana : (seemingly angry) damn you.. recording secretly.. who will beleive you..

Vicky : nothing in this recording which shows u being forced.. you seemed to be acting like a real slut..

Nilanjana : destroy this recording or..

Vicky : or.??

Nilanjana remained silent.. nothing she could do or say.. she was helpless and had stepped into a deeper mess..

Vicky : (his voice declaring and announcing) NOW THIS TAPE WILL TAKE EVERYTHING THAT COMES NOW.. (MasalaMan, 2009)

Number of abortions rise in Gujarat a couple of months after Navratri” A statement made by Gujarat state’s women & child welfare Minister comes in India’s leading newspapers during Navratri festival. The entire Gujarat was agog with celebrations all over. Why Gujarat, every part of India celebrated Navratri festival in their own way. Goddess Durga Pooja in West Bengal is their national festival. In Tamilnadu they display Kolu in each home. In Andhra, Karnataka and in Kerala, all nine days and nights are full of cultural celebrations. But in Gujarat it is something special. All the girls come out in the streets to sing and dance. Dance items like Garba, Ras are famous. Girls especially young age girls and women in their twenties and thirties move around to various dance sites and participate. This goes on for the whole night for 9 nights during Navratri.

Nobody can keep a watch on any girl to know where she is going and what she is doing. Immediately after Navratri, hundreds of young age abortions are done privately in hospitals. Some husbands and parents even engage private detectives to know whether these girls/women go astray in the name of garba dance. Most of them do go astray, but they enjoy life. They may have sex with boy friends, with bosses, colleagues, servants, or even strangers. Most of them do have sex. Girls & housewives even boast about the number of people they had sex with during the navratri.

Once I happened to be in Mumbai on my way to Delhi and for overnight stay I went to a hotel which was in a Gujarati locality. I just forgot that it was Navratri season and a great surprise was in store for me. I had to catch the early morning flight and hence I went to bed very early so that I may a few winks of sleep. Suddenly at 10 pm I had loud sounds of drum beatings and I sprang in may bed wondering what happened. I came out and saw the preparations for the dance. They were forming groups and singers were getting ready and drummer was just beating the drum to attract attention and to call people to come. Then the song started and the dance also started. It was a wonderful spectacle. I thought let me just watch it because this kind of visuals are rarely available.

Very beautiful young girls, with cheerful faces were dancing with sticks in their hands in a rhythm. I just stood at the gate and watched. I waved at some of the very nice girls and threw flying kisses at them. Two or three girls were thrilled and responded enthusiastically. It was a slow number and it took more than an hour to complete. When it was over new groups were being formed.

Suddenly one of the girls who responded to my flying kiss came running and asked me in Gujarati something which I could not understand. I asked her in Hindi what she wants. She asked whether I stay in this hotel, I said yes, can I come to your room for some water, she asked, certainly, I said and I moved towards my room in the first floor. I was moving fast and the girl was practically running after me. When I reached my room, I opened the door and took the water jug and offered her a filled glass. But she was not there to accept my glass. She was lying in my bed and said she was tired and just wanted to lie down for some time. Me bahoot thuggayi hoom, thoda let javoon.

I sat near her. I noticed she was a buxom girl in her early twenties, big boobs, flat navel, nice make up, Her blouse which was specially made for the dance with lot of shining materials was pinching her and she just unhooked her blouse and her boobs which were in the bra were projecting up. I asked her whether I may help her to unhook the bra. She just looked at me and smiled and said ok and turned to her side opposite to me. I lifted blouse bottom, found her bra hooks and unhooked them. She came back to lie on her back and was looking at me with expectations. My a/c was in full blast and the room was very cool. I ran my hand over her boobs in circulatory motion. She semi closed her eyes and enjoyed my touch. Her nipples were erect. What more invitation I wanted. She was lying diagonally on my bed. It was convenient for me.

I came in front of her and just leaned forward and held both of her boobs in my hand and sucked her nipples. She was moaning loudly and extended her hand searching for my cock. She caught my pyjama strings untied the knot, pulled down my brief and caught my erect cock in her hand. I was surprised. I just lifted her ornamental skirt, and a petticoat below and her beautiful thighs were visible. I lifted her dress further up and her panty was already wet. Without waiting for her permission, I pulled down her panty and saw her clean shaven pussy, a golden colored pussy. I lifted her knees and kept it wide in preparation of my next move. Juldi karo, log dundthe honge, she said. Do it fast, they may be searching for me. I just took my cock at the entrance of her cunt and pushed forward. She was tight. Her tightness was very enjoyable.

She also started to moan loudly. I gave her in long slow strokes, rubbing her clit with one hand. She was quivering with pleasure and moaning as I plunged into her. It took more than ten minutes for me to come to an orgasm. By that time she came to orgasm twice. She trembled each time she met orgasmic stroke. Finally I sprayed my semen inside her. When I pulled out she got up hurriedly and asked for the bathroom went inside, cleaned herself up, steadied her dress and rushed out and thanked me and gave me a kiss on my mouth and rushed out running. I was watching she was moving under shadow and got mixed up with the crowd in no time. I did not even ask her name.

I waited for another hour for the second number to conclude. For passing time I start surfing on my laptop. I searched google, yahoo with words ‘navratri abortions’, ’navratri condoms’ (some websites spell navratri as navaratri) and learn many new dimensions of Gujarati culture. Then after few minutes I saw another girl coming towards my room. I wondered how they make a beeline to my room. Perhaps she may be a friend of the girl who came earlier. I waited at my door. She too asked for some water. I said ok, come in. This girl of the same age group came rushing in and went straight to my bed and stretched herself diatonically. I gave her a glass of water which she drank fast. I placed my hand on her navel. She looked up at me and smiled. I told her whether your friend told you to come her for water. She smiled and said yes. Ok, then turn so that I may unhook your bra.

With protest she turned and I unhooked her bra and turned her up and lifted her bra and blouse ends and revealed her boobs. Her nipples were already erect and was waiting for me to massage them. I just leaned forward and took the nipple in my mouth and sucked them. I lifted her skirt etc and pulled down her wet panty. This girl was very hot and was very cooperative in fucking. She guided my cock into her hole and suggested that I lie down and she would ride me. I said ok, for a change it is ok. The girl, whose name was Rati, got on me and took my cock inside her cunt in one jerk and started to fuck me. She was an expert and did it perfectly positioning her crotch appropriately to make my cock rub her clit. I was squeezing her nipples and boobs. She was contorting her face and giving out wild sounds and finally when she came to orgasm, she banged her crotch on me. Very hot girl indeed. When one fuck was over, I asked her for the second fuck. She said not now, people are waiting for me. I will come later.

She just jumped down, rushed to the bathroom and cleaned herself and came back gave me a kiss and rushed back to join the crowd. Time was already 1 am and I cannot have any more females for the day, because I had to catch the early morning flight. I was wondering the luck I had with these two girls. I switched off my lights and went to the bed with planning to spend all future years Navratri in the same hotel. (Indian Sex 4 U, 2009)

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ja, es sollte mal gesagt werden, ich bin neben schuhen auch eindeutig ein haarjunky. frauen können meiner meinung nach, nicht genug schuhe, haare oder handtaschen im inventar haben. wäre es doch auch im echten leben so einfach…ein klick und schon hat man die passende farbkombination

ich habe euch ja bereits vor ein paar tagen von meinem neuen lieblingsshop in sachen haare erzählt,…little heaven! auch dieses mal, möchte ich euch einen dort erworbenen haarschopf präsentieren! sind wirklich toll gemacht und sehen beinahe echt aus!

in diesem sinne, einen wunderprächtigen sonntag und ein sonniges gemüt trotz graukalten himmel

• skin. DUTCH TOUCH
• shape. SerGG
• haare/hair. Little Heaven
• brille/glasses. Glow
• armreifen/bracelet. Couverture
• shirt. EmJay
• jeansrock/jeansskirt. RunoRuno
• strümpfe/stockings. Shiny Things
• boots. Gbberish

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zugfahren….also wenn ich mich von A nach B bewegen muss, wohlbemerkt kurzstrecken,…ist das ganz und gar nicht mein ding. hingegen, eine reise per bahn, das gefällt mir. bisher habe ich immer das glück gehabt, wirklich nette leute zu treffen…mit den richtigen abteilnachbarn, gehen stunden lange fahrten sehr viel schneller und angenehmer wobei ich das mit dem rauchverbot noch nicht wirklich gut heissen kann! nichts desto trotz, hier mein reiseoutfit

• skin. YS&YS
• shape. SerGG
• haare/hair. Dejavu
• augen/eyes. UZURI
• schmuck/jewellery. LeeZu (Groupgift)
• shorts. Fishy Strawberry
• shirt. Random
• tasche/bag. T.Z.
• socken/socks. Magnum_Girl
• boots. J´s

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ich glaube nicht, dass es viele worte brauch, um dieses outfit zu erklären oder euch schmackhaft zu machen. qualität spricht in diesem fall für sich. ich steh´ ja auch im “echten” leben so ein klein bisschen auf diese schlichtgeschnittenen anzüge und zwar nicht nur im office! was die haare angeht, also normalerweise bin ich kein brigitte nielson fan und wer mich kennt, weiss, dass ich kurzhaarschnitte eher bei männern bevorzuge! aber little heaven hat es in der tat geschafft, mich für diesen bürstenschnitt zu begeistern übrigens, ihr müsst mal auf der sim vorbei, absolut genial gemacht…es könnte unter umständen ein wenig dauern, bis ihr den eingang findet! gratis-haare sind übrigens auch abzugreifen, da ihr neben einigen lucky-chairs auch zwei 20-min-camper findet. kleiner tipp: alle demos für umsonst einpacken, auf den camperstuhl der wahl setzen, demos anprobieren und zusätzlich noch n päckchen haare mitnehmen

• skin. GLANCE
• haare/hair. LITTLE HEAVEN
• shape. SERGG
• augen/eyes. UZURI
• outfit. MUISM
• schuhe/shoes. J´S