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MARIGOLD by AVAgirl
A soft & warm cropped sweater and an a-symmetric skirt (pantyliner included).
With texture hud.
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And maybe that’s all the story she needed today.
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Out-fit: AVAgirl :: Autumn @ Swank Event (Linktree // Marketplace)
A soft & warm cropped sweater and an a-symmetric skirt (pantyliner included). With texture hud. Compatible with Reborn, Reborn Waifus, LaraX, Legacy, Gen X Classic & Gen X Curvy.
Head Skin: AUTOGRAPH :: Deepa Skin Group Gift (Velour) Lel Evox (Marketplace)
6 Velour Tones: Brownie, Ibiza, Praline, Rosekiss, Sienna & Sunkiss; including Shapes for Camilla.
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Belted Dress - Lace Pantyliner
Reborn/Waifus - LaraX/Petite
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SWANK EVENTS 7th - 30th
Out-fit: AVAgirl :: Diane (Linktree // Marketplace)
A beautifully designed belted dress, perfect to shine at any occasion. The included texture hud gives you the option to choose one of 6 different designs and color schemes. The sleeves of the dress and the leather of the belt can be changed into 6 matching colors and for the metals of the belt you can choose between silver or gold. A lace pantyliner is included for your convenience. Compatible with Reborn, Reborn Waifus, LaraX, LaraX Petite, Legacy, Legacy Perky, Legacy Petite, Gen X Classic & Gen X Curvy.
Head Skin: Le Voltage :: Darla Skin FATPACK (EVOX) (Marketplace)
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Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am: "I Got That Flow" (youtube)
Part of: "Memento - zeitweilige Entnichtung" - // - "res noscenda note notiz sketch skizze material sammlung collection entwurf überlegung gedanke brainstorming musterbogen schnittmuster zwischenbilanz bestandsaufnahme rückschau vorschau" Internationaler frauentag
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A few TEDx Talks from different countries:
Annemarie Harant, Bettina Steinbrugger : "Breaking the bloody taboo"
Pravin Nikam: "Men need to talk about menstruation"
Berkley Conner: "What if periods were free?"
Nadya Okamoto: "The Menstrual Movement"
Diana Fabianova: "The menstruation taboo" (with Englsih subtitles)
Aditi Gupta: "A taboo-free way to talk about periods"
Chella Quint: "Adventures in Menstruating: Don't Use Shame to Sell"
Rupal Gupta, Apurva Kothari, Niharika Adwani: "A period to period-shaming. - TEDxYouth" (all links: youtube)
So manch einem, der den 2. Februar als Marienfeiertag (zur Erinnerung 2.Februar: Christliches Fest Mariä Lichtmeß Purificatio Mariae (Bibel: Frau während Regel und nach Geburt unrein - daher Purificatio, Reinigung....) feiert, ist der Frauentag am 8. März nicht einmal eine Erwähnung wert....
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I love wearing womens bras and panties, high heels, makeup, jewelry and wigs, I love feeling very feminine. I know that many men find me attractive and I enjoy turning them on. I like posing suggestively for other men. Recently my wife told me she knows I am a sissy crossdresser and I didn't deny it. She asked me if I was slowly becoming a woman, that turned me on very much and I think I would like to, but maybe it's even sexier to see a sissy faggot husband give everything to a real man. I desire another man to take me in our bed while she's away! After being on my knees giving him head very eagerly and lovingly, I want to taste a drop of his pre-cum then I need to feel his hard unprotected penis penetrate my lovely buns for hours in many positions and I long to feel him take my masculinity away as he pumps his semen deep into my belly! I know I won't get pregnant, but I want to be fucked like I will! I'm a closet sissy and I want this fantasy to become reality, oh god YES!!!
The story below has it threads from a daydream I had on our way home to wales, two days after our family attended a formal do in Scotland.
My twin brother and I were just 16.
Mum had me dressed up in a brown satin gown that mimicked her green one.
I was wearing rhinestone jewellery.
Mum was wearing her expensive diamond earrings, which I alone felt received far too much attention from strangers. Or was I just jealous?
Then I had the unsettling experience of my fancy rhinestone bracelet vanishing from my wrist under, what I alone had felt, were suspicious circumstances.
But thoughts like that are what goes with the territory of the pickpocketing games my twin brother and I like to role-play at home.
Though my bracelet was found and returned the next day, the events at the posh dance in Scotland, added with the vivid circumstances of what I dreamed that evening the night I lost it, along with my speculation over what caused my bracelet’s loss, remained firmly entrenched in my imagination.
And yes, at the dance, there was one sly-eyed lady who attached herself to our family. A far too slick talking stranger who I felt uneasy around and did not trust from the getgo.
So, with all that said:
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Dirty Rotten Scoundrel
(I preyed till the end)
A female pickpockets perspective
I do love a good, ultra-posh gathering, especially when I’m not invited and have to crash it.
This evening I was able to slip in with a group of chirpy young ladies.
Easily entering the establishment and orchestrating an even easier bumping lift of a fat leather wallet from the dangling purse carried by one of the taffeta-gowned ladies in my surrogate group.
It all give me a tingly feeling of good things to come as I went to the lady’s washroom just off a hall by the main exit.
There, in a stall, I emptied the wallet of notes, £200, and discarded it under a linen-covered table piled high with small towels on my way out.
I left the powder room, now hungrily on the prowl as I explored my new patch.
I meandered around. Admiring, to myself, the glamorous gowns, dresses, and delicious jewels the ladies were wearing.
Gleamingly smooth pearls, glittery diamonds, and stunning pieces set with every colour of gemstones imaginable.
All are displayed in abundance along mouth-wateringly well-fitted velvet, satin, taffeta, and other sleek backdrops of an expensive ladies' attire.
My eyes also eagerly took in the plump bulges of pockets holding thicke wallets and shiny gold and silver watches being worn by the regulation-required tuxedo-clad males who accompanied some of the ladies.
Myself? I was dressed in a tight-fitted, soft velvet frock, perfect for squirming in close and also carrying a shoulder purse. Not too large, I needed to fit in with the primarily clutch purse-carrying ladies. Which, aside from wearing only 1/4 carat stud diamonds in my ears, I somewhat did.
It was a most titillating experience, moving in and out of the crowded main room, casually looking over the well-dressed guests. Hunting for an opportunity.
Which I soon found, an early twenties male, succulent in a black tux and hand-tied bow tie sporting a gold watch chain around his waist. Along with the noticeable bulge( no not that kind) of a thicke note-filled wallet in his jacket pocket.
I walked by, gathering his attention. His eyes followed and I stopped and pulled a cigarette and round lighter from my purse.
I carry two lighters a square one I use privately, and a round one that has no fuel.
I unsuccessfully tried to light my cigarette.
Soon a hand was extended with a lighter. It was my mark. He lit it, and as I bent over my hand went to his chest, reached in, and nimbly lifted out his long fat wallet, deposited it in my purse, along with my lighter.
Successful pickpocketing is all based on how well one pulls off distracting your mark. The move I just pulled off by drawing away attention using an empty lighter is one I use a lot in crowded pubs. Successfully I might add, on both men and women.
I was chatting with him a bit before making an excuse and pulling away. Far too many other opportunities around to waste time chatting with a pickpocketed mark.
I again went to the powder room and inside a stall, extracted £850 from the wallet.
I heard someone come in but did not enter a stall.
After a few minutes of fumbling noises, I heard the water running and splashing.
A female voice was talking.
On silent feet, I carefully opened the stall door and slipped out. Around the corner where the sinks were located, a voluptuous lady in lavender velvet was washing her face.
She was talking to herself, thinking she was alone. She appeared to be having issues with contact lenses by the way she was damning them.
I looked around her figure. A pricey necklace glittered reflecting in the mirror.
On the side of the sink, facing me, we’re long matching lavender satin gloves.
On top of which was a shiny pile of jewels, rings, gold bracelets, and a Rolex ladies watch with diamonds circling the face.
With her eyes closed, she had turned away towards the linen-covered table and was reaching blindly for a towel.
I threw the empty wallet under the table.
As she was distracted by the noise, I reached over with my other hand and picked up the jeweled timepiece. Then I slipped out the door before she turned back to face the mirror.
I headed back out the hallway, finally letting out my breath, with the intention of getting a drink and taking a well-earned break as I decided what to do next. This patch was a gold mine, but have I had my run?
That would be a big No, to my run of luck being over….
For, as I walked out the door, I fell in step behind a pair of exceptionally well-dressed middle-aged teenagers maybe 16-year-olds, brother and sister, so possibly twins?
Both had soft red hair and adorably large hazel eyes.
The sister’s soft hair flowed silkily down back in a thin downy feathery fall to just below her shoulders. And just as her hair had an almost fluid spill, so did the ultra-soft expensive gown she wore. As I walked behind them, my mark ran her hand, ring and bracelet rippling with rich sparkles, along her hair, pulling it forward over her shoulder so it was hanging down in front, exposing her neck to me.
She was deliciously sumptuous in a long flimsy thin silk gown of dark chocolate with rhinestone trimmings. The slinking gown was a wide shoulder halter top, with a slight flare at the bottom, sweeping over the top of silver sandals. I was admiring how the dress fell, gently affirming with tight lines, her youthfully graceful figure.
The tuxedo-wearing brother appears to be overly protective of his sister.
And of no surprises why…
They reached a table and he actually seated her like a real adult male.
I circled for a better look, my eyes not believing what they had glimpsed.
She was indeed wearing some pretty valuable jewellery for one of her age.
A silver, wide chocker-style necklace filled with precious diamonds blazingly encircled her neck. It was something one expected a royal to wear.
A pair of amazing chandelier-style earrings twinkled down from her ears.
A wide diamond bracelet lay elegantly around one of her heavy cream-coloured satin glove-clad wrists.
A mouthwatering ring with a large centre diamond graced her right pinkie.
She also had a brilliant eye-catching broach, small, but set with obscenely valuable diamonds, dangling provokingly between small firm breasts, set in the v of her sleek gown’s neckline.
As I had been following I was able to observe the simple clasps of both necklace and bracelet. My fingers itching the whole time.
I sat myself down at a nearby side bench along a side walkway leading to the hallway down which were the washrooms.
From my perch, I watched them, while pretending to watch the dancers on the ballroom floor across to the far side of the room. I was close enough to catch snippets of their conversation. I had a side view of the brother, a delightfully frontal view of his deliciously pretty twin sister.
I marveled over how I hadn’t been here 30 minutes and aside from already making several nice lifts, had stumbled across a wealthy young chick wearing real diamonds, playing peekaboo along her delightful figure. The whole display just cried out to a thief:
“Here I am,naïvely displaying jewels ripe for the plucking!”
I had my eye on her dazzling necklace as my preferred target. I began making a full study of it. As she was innocently sitting there chatting with her brother, I wondered if it had ever entered into her wildest dreams that the jewels she was wearing were ever at such a risk of being stolen.
Probably not, and all I had to do was watch and wait for opportunities, with which I had several methods to deal with.
One of which I made ready by reaching down and undoing my right open-toed shoe strap, then, trap set, sat back and waited, watching my chosen mark.
Oh, The right shoe strap because I am
left-handed. Now just needed my red-haired mark to use the lady’s loo.
I soon found that where I sat was indeed in a good location.
Lots of potential prospects were passing me by. But none yet had on targetable jewellery as the diamonds the sumptuously chocolate-gowned red head fetchingly wore, especially around her throat.
I kept refocussing my attention on her.
The brother was bored.
He was trying to get his sister to join in on some type of adventure. But she told him they were both too dressed up to play.
I thought to myself:
“Listen to your brother luv, It would be delicious to stumble across you pair outside, alone, looking for adventures.”
I then took my eyes off the savory diamonds around the young girl’s throat, because an older red-headed version of the girl had joined them.
Their mum I correctly surmised. Watching her son help seat her. Wish it was me seating her as I would use that opportunity to lift valuables from her fine figure.
The mother was elegantly dressed in a shiny green satin number. It had a knee-length skirt with quarter-length sleeves and a playfully low scooped neckline.
The dress, like her daughter’s gown, showed off every bump and curve of her still youthful figure.
And she, like her daughter, was also expensively wearing diamonds. But my lord, what a decadent collection of jewels.
A set of sparking ‘ice’ that included stunningly long diamond earrings, diamond bib style necklace, and a flashy diamond-filled bracelet. She also wore two gemmed cocktail rings on the bare fingers of her right hand. A wedding band and diamonds on her left’s ring finger. Flashing out from the V on her shiny dress was a large emerald broach, the same green color as her eyes.
And to literally top it all off, perched on her head like a crown, was set an actual dainty diamond-encrusted tiara!
Perhaps they were (very) minor royals after all?
I would have loved to see her daughter wearing a tiara also. Not sure how I would have gotten it off her head without notice. But I would have been game for a try.
The mother appeared to be alone. No husband for whatever reason seemed to be with them, judging by body language. A language I have become an expert in deciphering.
So the 16-year-old male was apparently the only security that lay between me and lifting some precious diamonds from either the females at the table with him. Though I still favored lifting jewels from the more susceptible sister sitting there dressed like a princess.
So this young watchman could probably easily be led astray long enough for me to plan out an approach.
This made things quite interesting. As I pondered over how to accomplish luring him off, I listened in some more, soon learning:
The father was not with them, I was right about that.
With the father gone their fetchingly attractive, well-dressed, very wealthy mother was open game to many interested males asking her to dance.
Hence her two kids were bored and tired of being alone so much, the fact of which appeared to go over their mum’s diamond shimmering head.
I licked my lips, it would seem that opportunity was going to be knocking at my door if only the mother would leave her children alone again so they could hopefully become open targets.
I was hell-bent on acquiring the daughter’s appealing necklace once the mum, then her brother, were both finally out of the picture.
But it was then that a lady walked by, holding her young toddler. She swished her way right past where I was sitting. Too aloof apparently to notice me. And I had to do a double take on what she wore around her throat.
She was expensively dressed in satin, with a double row of smooth, valuably matched, pearls around her throat. Her long hair is conveniently up. I watched with salivating interest as she made her way past me to the powder room, a child clinging to her shoulder.
When that Lass disappeared, my eyes went back to the table with its diamond-wearing Lass.
The lad was still trying to talk his balking sister into doing something, anything.
She was engagingly adjusting an earring, listening to him with an enchanting smile.
Their mum was idly smoking a cigarette, her eyes on the dance floor, her mind a million miles away.
Then the young mum wearing the pearls came out from the powder room hallway, and my attention was once again drawn away by an opportunity I simply could not allow myself to pass up.
Out of the corner of my, I saw her approach my bench, her gown flicking pleasingly along her figure.
I reached down and fumbled with my loose strap.
As I heard her approach, I look up and ask her if she could help me fasten my heel strap.
Her pearl necklace was magnificent.
She chirped politely, “Pleased to help you miss…”
Not sounding aloof in the least as she sat her toddler down. The child was adorably dressed in white satin and looked at me with wide-eyed wonder.
As her mum scrunched down I look around. Coast was clear for lift off…
Dipping my left hands' fingers in and locating her now dangling necklace of pearls’ clasp, I easily undo it, then in one motion lift them up and out from around her neck.
Her swinging ropes of pearls are in my purse before she finishes redoing my loose strap and stands up.
I hear the child giggling and I stroke her satiny attire as the mother stood straightening her dress.
She politely twittered “There you go, so happy I could help .”
I smiled back:
“So was I, beautiful child.”
Happily housing up her child, she left, not noticing she was a few pricy kilograms lighter around her throat.
I watched her move safely off, still admiring the way her gown moved. Mulling over in my mind if I could have lifted a diamond tiara that easily?
With those succulent imaginings I eagerly look back over at the table I had been keeping an eye on.
It was empty…!
My potential mark was gone, that quickly. Had the young twins gone out? We’re they with their mum? I was cursing myself. The pearls were a nice haul. But had I let real diamonds slip from my fingers!
I sighed, rising, straightening my dress, and began to move off, thinking to grab a smoke outside to settle my now overly excited nerves.
Then I spotted a young lady attired all in black satin, consisting of a long dress and bolero jacket.
She was sitting alone three tables away from the one where the twins had sat. Two empty cocktail glasses were at her elbow, a half-full one in front of her.
She was smoking the last vestiges of a cigarette. A thin necklace valuably set with a single row of diamonds flickered up around her throat as she blew a wispy stream of smoke. With one hand she brushed back her long wavy hair, exposing an expensive diamond tennis bracelet that blazed up from her wrist as she did.
“She’s trying to attract attention.” I thought, wondering if she had a clue as to whose attention she had just attracted.
I quickly moved in and took the seat next to her.
“Mind if I sit here a few minutes to catch my breath?”
She obviously did mind, but nodded politely, saying nothing, but started looking around.
I could tell she was on the prowl, and by noticing her ring finger was bare, she was available.
I began the conversation.
“Cannot believe how crowded this party is, and the number of men here.”
She nodded, opening her purse and pulling out another cigarette, and holding it up, like a beacon. She smiled at me weakly. Her face had the same sharp moody features of the sultry actress Jean Harlow.
“Yeah, it’s been alright, but a lot of ladies also. Been a struggle finding anyone to dance with. But that’s what I get for coming alone.”
I smiled, pulling out a cigarette myself, along with my round lighter. I reach over with it and say:
“Here allow me.”
I could see in her eyes, that she was disappointed that no male had spotted her and offered to light it. But as my lighter failed to light I saw relief in her eyes and she looked around for a male hero.
It was at this point my free hand reached down to her wrist and neatly flicked open the clasp of her diamond-studded bracelet hanging down loosely from her wrist. Slipping it off her wrist and in my purse before she could blink her long eyelashes twice at a suitable male for which she was desperately searching.
She gave up her vigil, and turned to me saying :
“That’s ok, You need a lighter that works.”
As the girl with the long eyelashes and bare wrists giggled, I replied :
“Oh, it works, sometimes.”
With a sigh, she finally pulled her own lighter out and lit both hers and my, cigarettes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my tux boy come back, with his sister, slinky gown swirling, in tow. Both giggling over something. It was twinging as it struck me how fetchingly pretty his sister was when she was happy.
And I was equally happy to see her come back.
Instantly my mind turned toward her brother.
If I could just lure him away for a bit. With him out of the way, I should have an open shot at lifting the bloody beautiful necklace his sister was wearing.
I had no real plan yet but figured once the young watchman was out of the picture, I could come up with something on the fly.
My table mate sighed.
“You know, I may just as well blow this joint. Waste of my time getting dressed up tonight.”
I looked away from the lad, back at her, puffing away on her cigarette. An epiphany popped up in my head.
Smashing out my half-smoked cigarette, I opened my purse and from the wad of cash I had taken from my first mark, I peeled off £100 in notes of the realm.
“See that lad over there? Well before you leave it would be worth this…”
I laid the notes on the table
“For you to have a couple of dances with. Him.”
She looked at the pile of cash, speaking.
“Why would you want to pay me this for taking him dancing?”
Her eyes went from the cash on the table to face me with a questioning look, I answered:
“It’s just that his sister, the redhead next to him, had a rather personal question to ask me. And is unable to do so with her brother hovering around.”
I could tell she knew I was lying, her eyes looked over the girl head to toe, then dropped to the designer clutch purse at her elbow.
“Nice purse that.”
She figured that it was her purse I was after. Worth about £400 at a pawn. but she didn’t seem to really care, as neither did I.
Scooping up the notes she put them in her purse, a knock-off designer number.
Smashing out her cigarette, she rose and bid me an uncaring farewell.
I watched as she went up to the table, placed a hand on the lad's shoulder, and said something I was too far away to catch. But he got right up as the lady nodded to his sister, I saw her eyes traveling up and down again, closely drooling over her sumptuous attire.
She then led the lad off.
As I again found myself becoming mesmerized by the shimmering necklace that lay around his sister’s throat, as she was watching her brother being led off.
I shake my head clear, looking away to rationally think.
As I did, my elbow hit something, looking down, I found myself staring at the 1/4 full cocktail glass.
Speaking of plans on the fly.
I picked up the glass and quickly circling, came up from behind to reach my red-headed mark, sitting there with all innocence.
As I passed I said:
“Watch it..”
Then let the drink slip from my hand and land in the silken lap of her gorgeous dark chocolate gown.
She jumped up immediately, and I was ready with my handkerchief.
As I apologized profusely. I Placed one hand on her shoulder and with the other reached down and began sopping up the wet area of her luxurious gown(making sure my fingers reached titillatingly well down along inside her pantyliner to maximize the distraction.
All the while the darling girl was confused, becoming aroused, and apologetic all at the same time.
“It’s ok miss, my fault I’m sure, must have startled you, didn’t I!”
As she spoke, she looked down watching my hand wiping her, long red hair falling into her face, my hand left her quivering shoulder, and locating the clasp of her necklace, flicked it open. Then I pulled it off from around her neck and dropped it neatly into my open purse on the floor.
She pulled her hair up to see, and I grasped her wrist with my now free hand, easily unsnapping her diamond bracelet, where it soon joined its purloined mate inside my purse.
“Do you have a handkerchief luv?”
She nodded her head no. Chandelier Earrings swing out, wickedly flashing their many tiers of pricy diamonds.
“Let’s get you to the washroom and clean you up a bit.”
As she lifted the hem of her wet gown I took her by the scintillating silk gowns covered waist and led her off.
As she was preoccupied with holding and studying her soiled gown, my fingers holding her waist worked over and unhooking her exceptionally valuable diamond brooch, easily lifting it off. Then I curled my fist around it into a ball.
I open the door to the washroom, then as she went in, deposited her brooch in my purse.
I handed her a towel, which she took and began wiping off her slippery wet gown
As she was bending over to clean down her front, her hair kept again falling down over her face.
Here luv, I said taking her soft hair and pulling it back. I laid my fingers cupping her ears. As she was busy wiping off wet spots, I was busy wiping off her ears with a stroking motion. Pulling out her handsomely jeweled earrings in the process.
I stood back, dropping the sparklers inside my purse as I watched her bending over to clean up, her slinky thin gown tightly outlining her figure
As she finished and stood up, I apologized:
“I am so sorry.”
Smiling weakly, she hugged me, saying with her head pressed to my shoulder:
“That’s s ok accidents happen.”
She twittered it pleasantly enough, and I hugged her back.
Pulling away I looked her over.
“Look you missed a spot.”
I lifted her hand and laid it upon the wet area just below her breasts, my fingers tickling. Giggling, she put one hand on my waist for support, and as the other began to wipe her wet spot, I myself wiped off the ring from her slick glove-clad finger.
She was now pretty much cleaned up, and thoroughly cleaned out.
If only she had been wearing that diamond tiara!
I walked back through the exit door as she stayed behind to take care of her business. The excitement, mixed with anguish, made her have to use a stall.
I head off down the hall intending on turning towards the exit once I reach it.
From what had become a habit, I looked towards the red-headed damsel in distress’s table. Brother is not back yet… but…
The wealthy mother, whose glittery diamonds would put a Tiffany’s display case to shame, is back at the table. Gullibly alone. Tiara is glittery like a bloody bright beacon. She is holding an unlit cigarette, a lighter on the table by her purse. She is watching her son on the dance floor.
I said thoughtfully to myself knowing the song was almost through and the lady would be dropping him like a hot potato when it was done:
“In for a penny…”
Licking my lips with expectations, I pull out my round lighter as I walk up to the twin’s richly attired mother…
“May I? “
I lean over as she turned to me, and placed the cigarette in between her red lipstick-covered mouth. Up close, her earrings and tiara flashed into such provoking life it made me blink.
As I clumsily knock her overly expensive purse to the floor with my elbow, I tell her:
“Can never get these bloody things to work.”
Fini
I’m not really wicked, just written that way
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Postscript:
The dance venue in Scotland had a washroom with a linen-covered table stacked with towels.
It was underneath where cleanup found my rhinestone bracelet.
Yes, I had used the wash.
But what if it had gone like this:
An observers viewpoint:
The mum is wearing real diamonds in her earrings. Therefore reasonable to assume her daughter’s bracelet must be real diamonds also, and a young lady is usually the easier pick.
Bracelet is acquired, discovered not to be real, not wishing to be caught with a nicked bracelet of just rhinestone, the evidence is tossed.
I mean really, it could have happened that way?
“Le chat mangerait du poisson, mais ne se mouillerait pas les pieds”
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the cat would eat fish, but would not wet her feet
Le chat mangerait du poisson, mais ne se mouillerait pas les pieds
Bottom left to right.
A Chipmunk cheek pouch-ish-ness applied to a Fisker-ish sedan infused with familial VW Bug-ishness . This electric supercar applies a vacant Henry-ish* expression to a Tesla-ish package. It's Goat-ish head lamps complement the Kermit -ish physiognomy.
Note * Henry was a once beloved 20th Century comic book icon. Now forgotten, his empty face and muted antics confused children for generations.
Short Video about an experiment of 3 men and the conclusions they draw from it:
"Guys Experience Periods For The First Time" (they experience only one of the things that are part of menstruation) (youtube 4min48)
TED Talk by Arunachalam Muruganantham - also known as the menstrual man: "The sanitary pad revolution (Wie ich eine Monatsbinden-Revolution gestartet habe)" (English + Deutsche Untertitel)
Link to the homepage of the documentary movie about him by Amit Virmani: "Menstrual Man"
Slipeinlage mit Schrift: Menstruation
durchgestrichen: Tabu taboo Religion Märchen Mythos heilig unrein (läßt sich fortsetzen mit: Aberglaube Fluch Zauber .... durchgestrichen)
So manch einem, der den 2. Februar als Marienfeiertag (zur Erinnerung 2.Februar: Christliches Fest Mariä Lichtmeß Purificatio Mariae (Bibel: Frau während Regel und nach Geburt unrein - daher Purificatio, Reinigung....) feiert, ist der Frauentag am 8. März (UN Tag für die Rechte der Frau) nicht einmal eine Erwähnung wert....
Wenn Menschen dagegen kämpfen, daß Frauen während der Menstruation als dreckig angesehen und behandelt werden, wenn dagegen gekämpft wird, daß Frauen eingeredet wird, daß sie unrein seien, hat das sehr wohl etwas mit FrauenBEFREIUNG zu tun, hat sehr wohl etwas mit Rechten der Frau zu tun.
Die Stilisierung einer einzelnen Frau zur jungfräulichen Mutter (bis hin zu der Hochstilisierung zur absolut reinen Frau, die nie eine Menstruation hatte) und deren Verehrung in Marienkulten trägt in keinster Weise zur Frauenbefreiung bei, im Gegenteil. Dies als kurze Stellungnahme zu Argumentationen wie "das christentum ist frauenfeindlich (stimmt nur teilweise - s. marienkult, [....]" (wörtl. Zitat Kommentar Fabio Keiner).
Und nun kann man nocheinmal nachdenken über: Männer, egal welcher sexuellen Ausrichtung, für die Marienfeiertage zählen, die aber den Tag für die Rechte der Frau nicht einmal erwähnenswert finden.
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Something that really excites me is crossdressing; I love the feeling of being dolled up, looking like a beautiful girl with makeup, jewelry, in cute bikini panties with a pantyliner in them. Lately I've been dwelling on a hot fantasy of mine. I'm having more and more feelings of intense desire to become woman through having unprotected sex with another man or another crossdresser. I desire being kissed as I feel him putting his penis in me from behind laying on my side, turning into hours of delicious lovemaking in all positions in my wife's bed while she's at work. Feels so nice and I moan as women do. At the end I cry out for him to make a baby in me, I strongly desire him to cum inside of me as he's above me while I'm in the missionary position, my stiletto heeled legs high in the air wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into me, feeling that he is actually trying to get me pregnant! Feeling a man explode his love into my feminine belly as I lose my manhood forever is something I dream of all the time! I haven't really thought about how I would explain to my wife that I'm actually pregnant and how it happened...Lucky it's just a fantasy - I know it's wrong but it turns me on more than anything else I've ever known! If you'd like to see some of my xvideos, seek them under 0sissy Lilee
Showing Daddy what he can have while mommy is out for the night! Sometimes a Sissy husband needs something his wife just can't give him...the bulge in my panties grows as I often dream of a stronger man giving me that particular thing in my wife's bed while she's out of the house on girls nite out! I just want to give him head, then feel his hands all over me, touching my breasts through my silky bra, feeling him slip a finger under the elastic of my panties, finding its way into my tight ass. He flips me into bed on my back, kisses me very passionately as I take him inside of me, my legs wrapped around him pulling him deeper, enjoying it fully for a good while then get on all fours so he can give me doggy-style a few more minutes before I just need him to make a baby in me, oh Honey YES! I love the idea of being held by my hips as he thrusts as deeply as possible into me and explodes his sperm directly into my belly, oh god I want it more than anything!
After being married and a father for so many years, my wife hasn't been interested in sex much anymore. During this time, I've kind of been becoming the woman I've always really wanted by crossdressing and watching and even MAKING a lot of sissy porn. I actually enjoy watching myself in various videos and pictures not on this site, and stroke to essentially me, nothing in porn turns me on as much as seeing myself in solo gay acts. After awhile, I get myself off, and then taste my own semen, then scoop it all in my mouth and swallow it! I love the taste of my own sperm and love feeling it go into my tummy. My wife knows I have a lot of female clothing, womens underwear, makeup, jewelry, wigs and adult toys. I like the feeling of a pantyliner in my bikini panties, and love the way it looks, so I actually have a pkg of liners too. She recently asked me if I am a crossdresser, I just didn't deny it, so she knows. I don't want to ever stop doing this as it gives me pleasure and lately I believe I actually want to be in our bed while she's out for an evening with the girls, dressed like this, having another male make passionate love to me! I often fantasize about kissing a hot guy, getting on my knees, opening his pants, pulling out his penis, taking it in my mouth lovingly. Going down on him until he's rock hard, then have him lay me on my back, as he pushes his love inside of me, I wrap my legs around him pulling him as deep as possible, I pull his face down to mine and we kiss as he builds his dirty rhythym until I moan loud enough to make sure the neighbors hear something naughty is going on. Feeling so feminine and excited after a couple hours of delicious hot gay sex, I'm losing the last little bit of manhood I had left, I want him to cum inside of me, and I tell him, "Oh Honey, I want you to cum deep inside of me, make a baby in me Honey, oh god it feels so good, Babe cum in me, please, oh Please, oh god PLEASE!!!" With that, I feel him explode, filling up my belly with his hot, hot semen! I would like to have this happen quite often!
Ned Mansour - Beautifoto Model
The story below has it threads from a daydream I had on our way home to wales, two days after our family attended a formal do in Scotland.
My twin brother and I were just 16.
Mum had me dressed up in a brown satin gown that mimicked her green one.
I was wearing rhinestone jewellery.
Mum was wearing her expensive diamond earrings, which I alone felt received far too much attention from strangers. Or was I just jealous?
Then I had the unsettling experience of my fancy rhinestone bracelet vanishing from my wrist under, what I alone had felt, were suspicious circumstances.
But thoughts like that are what goes with the territory of the pickpocketing games my twin brother and I like to role-play at home.
Though my bracelet was found and returned the next day, the events at the posh dance in Scotland, added with the vivid circumstances of what I dreamed that evening the night I lost it, along with my speculation over what caused my bracelet’s loss, remained firmly entrenched in my imagination.
And yes, at the dance, there was one sly-eyed lady who attached herself to our family. A far too slick talking stranger who I felt uneasy around and did not trust from the getgo.
So, with all that said:
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Dirty Rotten Scoundrel
(I preyed till the end)
A female pickpockets perspective
I do love a good, ultra-posh gathering, especially when I’m not invited and have to crash it.
This evening I was able to slip in with a group of chirpy young ladies.
Easily entering the establishment and orchestrating an even easier bumping lift of a fat leather wallet from the dangling purse carried by one of the taffeta-gowned ladies in my surrogate group.
It all give me a tingly feeling of good things to come as I went to the lady’s washroom just off a hall by the main exit.
There, in a stall, I emptied the wallet of notes, £200, and discarded it under a linen-covered table piled high with small towels on my way out.
I left the powder room, now hungrily on the prowl as I explored my new patch.
I meandered around. Admiring, to myself, the glamorous gowns, dresses, and delicious jewels the ladies were wearing.
Gleamingly smooth pearls, glittery diamonds, and stunning pieces set with every colour of gemstones imaginable.
All are displayed in abundance along mouth-wateringly well-fitted velvet, satin, taffeta, and other sleek backdrops of an expensive ladies' attire.
My eyes also eagerly took in the plump bulges of pockets holding thicke wallets and shiny gold and silver watches being worn by the regulation-required tuxedo-clad males who accompanied some of the ladies.
Myself? I was dressed in a tight-fitted, soft velvet frock, perfect for squirming in close and also carrying a shoulder purse. Not too large, I needed to fit in with the primarily clutch purse-carrying ladies. Which, aside from wearing only 1/4 carat stud diamonds in my ears, I somewhat did.
It was a most titillating experience, moving in and out of the crowded main room, casually looking over the well-dressed guests. Hunting for an opportunity.
Which I soon found, an early twenties male, succulent in a black tux and hand-tied bow tie sporting a gold watch chain around his waist. Along with the noticeable bulge( no not that kind) of a thicke note-filled wallet in his jacket pocket.
I walked by, gathering his attention. His eyes followed and I stopped and pulled a cigarette and round lighter from my purse.
I carry two lighters a square one I use privately, and a round one that has no fuel.
I unsuccessfully tried to light my cigarette.
Soon a hand was extended with a lighter. It was my mark. He lit it, and as I bent over my hand went to his chest, reached in, and nimbly lifted out his long fat wallet, deposited it in my purse, along with my lighter.
Successful pickpocketing is all based on how well one pulls off distracting your mark. The move I just pulled off by drawing away attention using an empty lighter is one I use a lot in crowded pubs. Successfully I might add, on both men and women.
I was chatting with him a bit before making an excuse and pulling away. Far too many other opportunities around to waste time chatting with a pickpocketed mark.
I again went to the powder room and inside a stall, extracted £850 from the wallet.
I heard someone come in but did not enter a stall.
After a few minutes of fumbling noises, I heard the water running and splashing.
A female voice was talking.
On silent feet, I carefully opened the stall door and slipped out. Around the corner where the sinks were located, a voluptuous lady in lavender velvet was washing her face.
She was talking to herself, thinking she was alone. She appeared to be having issues with contact lenses by the way she was damning them.
I looked around her figure. A pricey necklace glittered reflecting in the mirror.
On the side of the sink, facing me, we’re long matching lavender satin gloves.
On top of which was a shiny pile of jewels, rings, gold bracelets, and a Rolex ladies watch with diamonds circling the face.
With her eyes closed, she had turned away towards the linen-covered table and was reaching blindly for a towel.
I threw the empty wallet under the table.
As she was distracted by the noise, I reached over with my other hand and picked up the jeweled timepiece. Then I slipped out the door before she turned back to face the mirror.
I headed back out the hallway, finally letting out my breath, with the intention of getting a drink and taking a well-earned break as I decided what to do next. This patch was a gold mine, but have I had my run?
That would be a big No, to my run of luck being over….
For, as I walked out the door, I fell in step behind a pair of exceptionally well-dressed middle-aged teenagers maybe 16-year-olds, brother and sister, so possibly twins?
Both had soft red hair and adorably large hazel eyes.
The sister’s soft hair flowed silkily down back in a thin downy feathery fall to just below her shoulders. And just as her hair had an almost fluid spill, so did the ultra-soft expensive gown she wore. As I walked behind them, my mark ran her hand, ring and bracelet rippling with rich sparkles, along her hair, pulling it forward over her shoulder so it was hanging down in front, exposing her neck to me.
She was deliciously sumptuous in a long flimsy thin silk gown of dark chocolate with rhinestone trimmings. The slinking gown was a wide shoulder halter top, with a slight flare at the bottom, sweeping over the top of silver sandals. I was admiring how the dress fell, gently affirming with tight lines, her youthfully graceful figure.
The tuxedo-wearing brother appears to be overly protective of his sister.
And of no surprises why…
They reached a table and he actually seated her like a real adult male.
I circled for a better look, my eyes not believing what they had glimpsed.
She was indeed wearing some pretty valuable jewellery for one of her age.
A silver, wide chocker-style necklace filled with precious diamonds blazingly encircled her neck. It was something one expected a royal to wear.
A pair of amazing chandelier-style earrings twinkled down from her ears.
A wide diamond bracelet lay elegantly around one of her heavy cream-coloured satin glove-clad wrists.
A mouthwatering ring with a large centre diamond graced her right pinkie.
She also had a brilliant eye-catching broach, small, but set with obscenely valuable diamonds, dangling provokingly between small firm breasts, set in the v of her sleek gown’s neckline.
As I had been following I was able to observe the simple clasps of both necklace and bracelet. My fingers itching the whole time.
I sat myself down at a nearby side bench along a side walkway leading to the hallway down which were the washrooms.
From my perch, I watched them, while pretending to watch the dancers on the ballroom floor across to the far side of the room. I was close enough to catch snippets of their conversation. I had a side view of the brother, a delightfully frontal view of his deliciously pretty twin sister.
I marveled over how I hadn’t been here 30 minutes and aside from already making several nice lifts, had stumbled across a wealthy young chick wearing real diamonds, playing peekaboo along her delightful figure. The whole display just cried out to a thief:
“Here I am,naïvely displaying jewels ripe for the plucking!”
I had my eye on her dazzling necklace as my preferred target. I began making a full study of it. As she was innocently sitting there chatting with her brother, I wondered if it had ever entered into her wildest dreams that the jewels she was wearing were ever at such a risk of being stolen.
Probably not, and all I had to do was watch and wait for opportunities, with which I had several methods to deal with.
One of which I made ready by reaching down and undoing my right open-toed shoe strap, then, trap set, sat back and waited, watching my chosen mark.
Oh, The right shoe strap because I am
left-handed. Now just needed my red-haired mark to use the lady’s loo.
I soon found that where I sat was indeed in a good location.
Lots of potential prospects were passing me by. But none yet had on targetable jewellery as the diamonds the sumptuously chocolate-gowned red head fetchingly wore, especially around her throat.
I kept refocussing my attention on her.
The brother was bored.
He was trying to get his sister to join in on some type of adventure. But she told him they were both too dressed up to play.
I thought to myself:
“Listen to your brother luv, It would be delicious to stumble across you pair outside, alone, looking for adventures.”
I then took my eyes off the savory diamonds around the young girl’s throat, because an older red-headed version of the girl had joined them.
Their mum I correctly surmised. Watching her son help seat her. Wish it was me seating her as I would use that opportunity to lift valuables from her fine figure.
The mother was elegantly dressed in a shiny green satin number. It had a knee-length skirt with quarter-length sleeves and a playfully low scooped neckline.
The dress, like her daughter’s gown, showed off every bump and curve of her still youthful figure.
And she, like her daughter, was also expensively wearing diamonds. But my lord, what a decadent collection of jewels.
A set of sparking ‘ice’ that included stunningly long diamond earrings, diamond bib style necklace, and a flashy diamond-filled bracelet. She also wore two gemmed cocktail rings on the bare fingers of her right hand. A wedding band and diamonds on her left’s ring finger. Flashing out from the V on her shiny dress was a large emerald broach, the same green color as her eyes.
And to literally top it all off, perched on her head like a crown, was set an actual dainty diamond-encrusted tiara!
Perhaps they were (very) minor royals after all?
I would have loved to see her daughter wearing a tiara also. Not sure how I would have gotten it off her head without notice. But I would have been game for a try.
The mother appeared to be alone. No husband for whatever reason seemed to be with them, judging by body language. A language I have become an expert in deciphering.
So the 16-year-old male was apparently the only security that lay between me and lifting some precious diamonds from either the females at the table with him. Though I still favored lifting jewels from the more susceptible sister sitting there dressed like a princess.
So this young watchman could probably easily be led astray long enough for me to plan out an approach.
This made things quite interesting. As I pondered over how to accomplish luring him off, I listened in some more, soon learning:
The father was not with them, I was right about that.
With the father gone their fetchingly attractive, well-dressed, very wealthy mother was open game to many interested males asking her to dance.
Hence her two kids were bored and tired of being alone so much, the fact of which appeared to go over their mum’s diamond shimmering head.
I licked my lips, it would seem that opportunity was going to be knocking at my door if only the mother would leave her children alone again so they could hopefully become open targets.
I was hell-bent on acquiring the daughter’s appealing necklace once the mum, then her brother, were both finally out of the picture.
But it was then that a lady walked by, holding her young toddler. She swished her way right past where I was sitting. Too aloof apparently to notice me. And I had to do a double take on what she wore around her throat.
She was expensively dressed in satin, with a double row of smooth, valuably matched, pearls around her throat. Her long hair is conveniently up. I watched with salivating interest as she made her way past me to the powder room, a child clinging to her shoulder.
When that Lass disappeared, my eyes went back to the table with its diamond-wearing Lass.
The lad was still trying to talk his balking sister into doing something, anything.
She was engagingly adjusting an earring, listening to him with an enchanting smile.
Their mum was idly smoking a cigarette, her eyes on the dance floor, her mind a million miles away.
Then the young mum wearing the pearls came out from the powder room hallway, and my attention was once again drawn away by an opportunity I simply could not allow myself to pass up.
Out of the corner of my, I saw her approach my bench, her gown flicking pleasingly along her figure.
I reached down and fumbled with my loose strap.
As I heard her approach, I look up and ask her if she could help me fasten my heel strap.
Her pearl necklace was magnificent.
She chirped politely, “Pleased to help you miss…”
Not sounding aloof in the least as she sat her toddler down. The child was adorably dressed in white satin and looked at me with wide-eyed wonder.
As her mum scrunched down I look around. Coast was clear for lift off…
Dipping my left hands' fingers in and locating her now dangling necklace of pearls’ clasp, I easily undo it, then in one motion lift them up and out from around her neck.
Her swinging ropes of pearls are in my purse before she finishes redoing my loose strap and stands up.
I hear the child giggling and I stroke her satiny attire as the mother stood straightening her dress.
She politely twittered “There you go, so happy I could help .”
I smiled back:
“So was I, beautiful child.”
Happily housing up her child, she left, not noticing she was a few pricy kilograms lighter around her throat.
I watched her move safely off, still admiring the way her gown moved. Mulling over in my mind if I could have lifted a diamond tiara that easily?
With those succulent imaginings I eagerly look back over at the table I had been keeping an eye on.
It was empty…!
My potential mark was gone, that quickly. Had the young twins gone out? We’re they with their mum? I was cursing myself. The pearls were a nice haul. But had I let real diamonds slip from my fingers!
I sighed, rising, straightening my dress, and began to move off, thinking to grab a smoke outside to settle my now overly excited nerves.
Then I spotted a young lady attired all in black satin, consisting of a long dress and bolero jacket.
She was sitting alone three tables away from the one where the twins had sat. Two empty cocktail glasses were at her elbow, a half-full one in front of her.
She was smoking the last vestiges of a cigarette. A thin necklace valuably set with a single row of diamonds flickered up around her throat as she blew a wispy stream of smoke. With one hand she brushed back her long wavy hair, exposing an expensive diamond tennis bracelet that blazed up from her wrist as she did.
“She’s trying to attract attention.” I thought, wondering if she had a clue as to whose attention she had just attracted.
I quickly moved in and took the seat next to her.
“Mind if I sit here a few minutes to catch my breath?”
She obviously did mind, but nodded politely, saying nothing, but started looking around.
I could tell she was on the prowl, and by noticing her ring finger was bare, she was available.
I began the conversation.
“Cannot believe how crowded this party is, and the number of men here.”
She nodded, opening her purse and pulling out another cigarette, and holding it up, like a beacon. She smiled at me weakly. Her face had the same sharp moody features of the sultry actress Jean Harlow.
“Yeah, it’s been alright, but a lot of ladies also. Been a struggle finding anyone to dance with. But that’s what I get for coming alone.”
I smiled, pulling out a cigarette myself, along with my round lighter. I reach over with it and say:
“Here allow me.”
I could see in her eyes, that she was disappointed that no male had spotted her and offered to light it. But as my lighter failed to light I saw relief in her eyes and she looked around for a male hero.
It was at this point my free hand reached down to her wrist and neatly flicked open the clasp of her diamond-studded bracelet hanging down loosely from her wrist. Slipping it off her wrist and in my purse before she could blink her long eyelashes twice at a suitable male for which she was desperately searching.
She gave up her vigil, and turned to me saying :
“That’s ok, You need a lighter that works.”
As the girl with the long eyelashes and bare wrists giggled, I replied :
“Oh, it works, sometimes.”
With a sigh, she finally pulled her own lighter out and lit both hers and my, cigarettes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my tux boy come back, with his sister, slinky gown swirling, in tow. Both giggling over something. It was twinging as it struck me how fetchingly pretty his sister was when she was happy.
And I was equally happy to see her come back.
Instantly my mind turned toward her brother.
If I could just lure him away for a bit. With him out of the way, I should have an open shot at lifting the bloody beautiful necklace his sister was wearing.
I had no real plan yet but figured once the young watchman was out of the picture, I could come up with something on the fly.
My table mate sighed.
“You know, I may just as well blow this joint. Waste of my time getting dressed up tonight.”
I looked away from the lad, back at her, puffing away on her cigarette. An epiphany popped up in my head.
Smashing out my half-smoked cigarette, I opened my purse and from the wad of cash I had taken from my first mark, I peeled off £100 in notes of the realm.
“See that lad over there? Well before you leave it would be worth this…”
I laid the notes on the table
“For you to have a couple of dances with. Him.”
She looked at the pile of cash, speaking.
“Why would you want to pay me this for taking him dancing?”
Her eyes went from the cash on the table to face me with a questioning look, I answered:
“It’s just that his sister, the redhead next to him, had a rather personal question to ask me. And is unable to do so with her brother hovering around.”
I could tell she knew I was lying, her eyes looked over the girl head to toe, then dropped to the designer clutch purse at her elbow.
“Nice purse that.”
She figured that it was her purse I was after. Worth about £400 at a pawn. but she didn’t seem to really care, as neither did I.
Scooping up the notes she put them in her purse, a knock-off designer number.
Smashing out her cigarette, she rose and bid me an uncaring farewell.
I watched as she went up to the table, placed a hand on the lad's shoulder, and said something I was too far away to catch. But he got right up as the lady nodded to his sister, I saw her eyes traveling up and down again, closely drooling over her sumptuous attire.
She then led the lad off.
As I again found myself becoming mesmerized by the shimmering necklace that lay around his sister’s throat, as she was watching her brother being led off.
I shake my head clear, looking away to rationally think.
As I did, my elbow hit something, looking down, I found myself staring at the 1/4 full cocktail glass.
Speaking of plans on the fly.
I picked up the glass and quickly circling, came up from behind to reach my red-headed mark, sitting there with all innocence.
As I passed I said:
“Watch it..”
Then let the drink slip from my hand and land in the silken lap of her gorgeous dark chocolate gown.
She jumped up immediately, and I was ready with my handkerchief.
As I apologized profusely. I Placed one hand on her shoulder and with the other reached down and began sopping up the wet area of her luxurious gown(making sure my fingers reached titillatingly well down along inside her pantyliner to maximize the distraction.
All the while the darling girl was confused, becoming aroused, and apologetic all at the same time.
“It’s ok miss, my fault I’m sure, must have startled you, didn’t I!”
As she spoke, she looked down watching my hand wiping her, long red hair falling into her face, my hand left her quivering shoulder, and locating the clasp of her necklace, flicked it open. Then I pulled it off from around her neck and dropped it neatly into my open purse on the floor.
She pulled her hair up to see, and I grasped her wrist with my now free hand, easily unsnapping her diamond bracelet, where it soon joined its purloined mate inside my purse.
“Do you have a handkerchief luv?”
She nodded her head no. Chandelier Earrings swing out, wickedly flashing their many tiers of pricy diamonds.
“Let’s get you to the washroom and clean you up a bit.”
As she lifted the hem of her wet gown I took her by the scintillating silk gowns covered waist and led her off.
As she was preoccupied with holding and studying her soiled gown, my fingers holding her waist worked over and unhooking her exceptionally valuable diamond brooch, easily lifting it off. Then I curled my fist around it into a ball.
I open the door to the washroom, then as she went in, deposited her brooch in my purse.
I handed her a towel, which she took and began wiping off her slippery wet gown
As she was bending over to clean down her front, her hair kept again falling down over her face.
Here luv, I said taking her soft hair and pulling it back. I laid my fingers cupping her ears. As she was busy wiping off wet spots, I was busy wiping off her ears with a stroking motion. Pulling out her handsomely jeweled earrings in the process.
I stood back, dropping the sparklers inside my purse as I watched her bending over to clean up, her slinky thin gown tightly outlining her figure
As she finished and stood up, I apologized:
“I am so sorry.”
Smiling weakly, she hugged me, saying with her head pressed to my shoulder:
“That’s s ok accidents happen.”
She twittered it pleasantly enough, and I hugged her back.
Pulling away I looked her over.
“Look you missed a spot.”
I lifted her hand and laid it upon the wet area just below her breasts, my fingers tickling. Giggling, she put one hand on my waist for support, and as the other began to wipe her wet spot, I myself wiped off the ring from her slick glove-clad finger.
She was now pretty much cleaned up, and thoroughly cleaned out.
If only she had been wearing that diamond tiara!
I walked back through the exit door as she stayed behind to take care of her business. The excitement, mixed with anguish, made her have to use a stall.
I head off down the hall intending on turning towards the exit once I reach it.
From what had become a habit, I looked towards the red-headed damsel in distress’s table. Brother is not back yet… but…
The wealthy mother, whose glittery diamonds would put a Tiffany’s display case to shame, is back at the table. Gullibly alone. Tiara is glittery like a bloody bright beacon. She is holding an unlit cigarette, a lighter on the table by her purse. She is watching her son on the dance floor.
I said thoughtfully to myself knowing the song was almost through and the lady would be dropping him like a hot potato when it was done:
“In for a penny…”
Licking my lips with expectations, I pull out my round lighter as I walk up to the twin’s richly attired mother…
“May I? “
I lean over as she turned to me, and placed the cigarette in between her red lipstick-covered mouth. Up close, her earrings and tiara flashed into such provoking life it made me blink.
As I clumsily knock her overly expensive purse to the floor with my elbow, I tell her:
“Can never get these bloody things to work.”
Fini
I’m not really wicked, just written that way
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Postscript:
The dance venue in Scotland had a washroom with a linen-covered table stacked with towels.
It was underneath where cleanup found my rhinestone bracelet.
Yes, I had used the wash.
But what if it had gone like this:
An observers viewpoint:
The mum is wearing real diamonds in her earrings. Therefore reasonable to assume her daughter’s bracelet must be real diamonds also, and a young lady is usually the easier pick.
Bracelet is acquired, discovered not to be real, not wishing to be caught with a nicked bracelet of just rhinestone, the evidence is tossed.
I mean really, it could have happened that way?
“Le chat mangerait du poisson, mais ne se mouillerait pas les pieds”
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the cat would eat fish, but would not wet her feet
Le chat mangerait du poisson, mais ne se mouillerait pas les pieds
I love crossdressing; I LOVE wearing womens underwear! I love the feeling of being dolled up, looking like a beautiful girl with makeup, jewelry, in cute bra and bikini panties with a pantyliner in them.
Something that really excites me is crossdressing; I love the feeling of being dolled up, looking like a beautiful girl with makeup, jewelry, in cute bikini panties with a pantyliner in them. Lately I've been dwelling on a hot fantasy of mine. I'm having more and more feelings of intense desire to become woman through having unprotected sex with another man or another crossdresser. I enjoy being kissed as I feel him putting his penis in me from behind laying on my side, turning into hours of delicious lovemaking in all positions in my wife's bed while she's at work. Feels so nice and I moan as women do. At the end I cry out for him to make a baby in me, I strongly desire him to kiss my lips as he cums inside of me - he's above me while I'm in the missionary position, my stiletto heeled legs high in the air wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into me, feeling that he is actually trying to get me pregnant! Feeling a man flooding my feminine belly with his hot hot semen as I lose my manhood forever is something I dream of all the time! I haven't really thought about how I would explain to my wife that I'm actually pregnant and how it happened...Lucky it's just a fantasy - I know it's wrong but it turns me on more than anything else I've ever known
AVAgirl - Diane
♡ 6 color combinations!
♡Compatible with:
Reborn, Reborn Waifus, LaraX, LaraX Petite, Legacy, Legacy Perky, Legacy Petite, Gen X Classic & Gen X Curvy.
A beautifully designed belted dress, perfect to shine at any occasion.
The included texture hud gives you the option to choose one of 6 different designs and color schemes. The sleeves of the dress and the leather of the belt can be changed into 6 matching colors and for the metals of the belt you can choose between silver or gold.
A lace pantyliner is included for your convenience.
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AVAgirl - Marigold
ღ Marigold ღ
A turtleneck knit sweater combined with an a-symmetric skirt with autumn leaves print.
Comes with texture hud to change both into 10 warm autumn colors.
A lace pantyliner is included for your convenience.
Compatible with Reborn, Reborn Waifus, LaraX, Legacy, Gen X Classic & Gen X Curvy.
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Marketplace: marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/29522
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Worn~
Lelutka Billie
eBody Reborn
[coconut.] Chae Skin Icy Tone
Sintiklia Resist Hair
AVAgirl - Diane
Mainstore Taxi:
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ღ Diane ღ
A beautifully designed belted dress, perfect to shine at any occasion.
The included texture hud gives you the option to choose one of 6 different designs and color schemes. The sleeves of the dress and the leather of the belt can be changed into 6 matching colors and for the metals of the belt you can choose between silver or gold.
A lace pantyliner is included for your convenience.
Compatible with Reborn, Reborn Waifus, LaraX, LaraX Petite, Legacy, Legacy Perky, Legacy Petite, Gen X Classic & Gen X Curvy.
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[Aleutia] Penny Mary Janes - FATPACK - ALL SIZES
Amazing options for these gorgeous Penny Mary Janes
Compatible with eBody Reborn, Legacy, Maitreya, LaraX.
36 colors to choose from. 3 metals.
Exclusively at Collabor88 - January 2025 Round
Check out the in-world store for more beautiful clothing, shoes and accessories....
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Also check out marketplace
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Other links
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Sintiklia - Hair Martina - Fatpack
Exclusively at Fameshed
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The hair has four style options & Hairpins HUD, head 1&2, Unrigged & Resized Bangs Add-Ons
Check out all the beautiful products at the in-world Sintiklia store.
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marketplace.secondlife.com/en-US/stores/179492
Worn~
Lelutka Billie
eBody Reborn
Something that really excites me is crossdressing; I love the feeling of being dolled up, looking like a beautiful girl with makeup, jewelry, in cute bikini panties with a pantyliner in them. Lately I've been dwelling on a hot fantasy of mine. I'm having more and more feelings of intense desire to become woman through having unprotected sex with another man or another crossdresser. I desire being kissed as I feel him putting his penis in me from behind laying on my side, turning into hours of delicious lovemaking in all positions in my wife's bed while she's at work. Feels so nice and I moan as women do. At the end I cry out for him to make a baby in me, I strongly desire him to cum inside of me as he's above me while I'm in the missionary position, my stiletto heeled legs high in the air wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into me, feeling that he is actually trying to get me pregnant! Feeling a man explode his love into my feminine belly as I lose my manhood forever is something I dream of all the time! I haven't really thought about how I would explain to my wife that I'm actually pregnant and how it happened...Lucky it's just a fantasy - I know it's wrong but it turns me on more than anything else I've ever known
Thank you AVAgirl
ღ Marigold ღ
A turtleneck knit sweater combined with an a-symmetric skirt with autumn leaves print.
Comes with texture hud to change both into 10 warm autumn colors.
A lace pantyliner is included for your convenience.
Compatible with Reborn, Reborn Waifus, LaraX, Legacy, Gen X Classic & Gen X Curvy.
Get it at AVAgirl's Mainstore inworld & MP: Mainstore:
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After being married and a father for so many years, my wife hasn't been interested in sex much anymore. During this time, I've kind of been becoming the woman I've always really wanted by crossdressing and watching and even MAKING a lot of sissy porn. I actually enjoy watching myself in various videos and pictures not on this site, and stroke to essentially me, nothing in porn turns me on as much as seeing myself in solo gay acts. After awhile, I get myself off, and then taste my own semen, then scoop it all in my mouth and swallow it! I love the taste of my own sperm and love feeling it go into my tummy. My wife knows I have a lot of female clothing, womens underwear, makeup, jewelry, wigs and adult toys. I like the feeling of a pantyliner in my bikini panties, and love the way it looks, so I actually have a pkg of liners too. She recently asked me if I am a crossdresser, I just didn't deny it, so she knows. I don't want to ever stop doing this as it gives me pleasure and lately I believe I actually want to be in our bed while she's out for an evening with the girls, dressed like this, having another male make passionate love to me! I often fantasize about kissing a hot guy, getting on my knees, opening his pants, pulling out his penis, taking it in my mouth lovingly. Going down on him until he's rock hard, then have him lay me on my back, as pushes his love inside of me, I wrap my legs around him pulling him as deep as possible, I pull his face down to mine and we kiss as he builds his dirty rhythym until I moan loud enough to make sure the neighbors hear something naughty is going on. Feeling so feminine and excited after a couple hours of delicious hot gay sex, I'm losing the last little bit of manhood I had left, I want him to cum inside of me, and I tell him, "Oh Honey, I want you to cum deep inside of me, make a baby in me Honey, oh god it feels so good, Babe cum in me, please, oh Please, oh god PLEASE!!!" With that, I feel him explode, filling up my belly with his hot, hot semen! I would like to have this happen quite often!
This one's for you, stOOpidgErL :)
I happened to do this today and then I read that it was your special time.
I love crossdressing; I LOVE wearing womens underwear! I love the feeling of being dolled up, looking like a beautiful girl with makeup, jewelry, in cute bra and bikini panties with a pantyliner in them.
there is nothing as sexy as the way a sissy looks with a pantyliner in her panties, especially a maxipad!
My wife knows that I sometimes wear womens clothes, makeup, jewelry, perfume, womens underwear, loving pantyliners in my panties and I'm a feminine crossdresser wanting very much for a strong man to make passionate unprotected love to me!
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AVAgirl – Marigold
♡ With texture hud to change the trousers into 10 colors.!
A soft & warm cropped sweater and an a-symmetric skirt (pantyliner included)
♡Compatible with:
-Reborn -Reborn Waifus -Lara X -Legacy - Gen X Classic & Gen X Curvy.
The cold season is starting, so we have to be prepared at all times to look warm and sexy!
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♡ Avagirl Ceo: Lilac Niven
I love wearing womens bras and panties, high heels, makeup, jewelry and wigs, I love feeling very feminine. I know that many men find me attractive and I enjoy turning them on. Recently my wife told me she knows I am a sissy crossdresser and I didn't deny it. She asked me if I was slowly becoming a woman, that turned me on very much and I think I would like to the more I think about it. I desire another man to take me in our bed while she's away! After being on my knees giving him head very eagerly and lovingly, I want to taste a drop of his pre-cum then I need to feel his hard unprotected penis penetrate my lovely buns for hours in many positions and I long to feel him take my masculinity away as he pumps his semen deep into my belly! I know I won't get pregnant, but I want to be fucked like I will! I'm a closet sissy and I want this fantasy to become reality, oh god YES!!!
Not in any order;
01 My bag
02 Apron
03 Unwritten birthday car
04 3DS
05 Purse
06 Travel ticket
07 Vaseline
08 Pantyliner tin
09 Business card tin
10 Out of date college card
11 Hand sanitizer
12 Various makeup items
13 Ipod
14 Migraine tablets
15 Mobile phone
16 Hair brush
17 Diary
18 Pen
19 Comb
The lovely things a female has to do. It is quite sensual wearing a pad between the legs. The thought of having a lovely vagina between my legs and the pad snugly against it is wonderful.
Spike Lora Dress with Overknees and PantyLiner all with Hud
Ashima thanks that you took the picture with me :*
Not something that I would wear; and probably not something that anyone would wear. This dress is the result of an art project, where a group of women has made a wedding dress out of pantyliners, decorated with little diamonds.
The phone booth, in which the dress is on display, is claimed to be the smallest museum in the world.
ODC - Theme (07-12-2013): Something you wear
Taste of Chocolate #16
Thank you @avagirl
EXCLUSIVE for Swank Event September 2024. maps.secondlife.com/secondlife
/Swank%20Events/220/39/23
#worldofcolor#secondlife #slblogger
Shine bright like a diamond in this amazing dress from front to back
Avagirl Riley Dress
Comes with Texture hud to change each part separately into 16 different leather colors and 2 metal colors.
A pantyliner is included.
Compatible with Reborn & Waifus, LaraX, Legacy, Legacy Perky & Pinup Bombshell
Available at: SWANK Event
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Swank%20Events/220/39/23
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Ava girl called Riley made for larax, legacy, perky, pinup, and reborn. It has a pantyliner, top, skirt, arm warmers and jacket. with a color-changing hud. LM - SWANK maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Swank%20Events/130/124/38
Outfit Ava girl called Riley
Stockings and Shoes - If - Prune
Earrings - Heartsdale - Piya
Here is the full view of our new lace up swimsuit, picturing both the shorts and the bandeau top.
Made from fine knit lycra, for a fully swimmable, and fast drying, with cotton pantyliner.
View in our Etsy shop to purchase (:
www.etsy.com/listing/153895278/lace-up-swimsuit-shorts?re...
Michelle Forster of Johnson & Johnson Pacific, the company that owns Carefree, said: 'We have decided to take a bold approach in this campaign with the aim to tackle a subject which as always been taboo.
'We want to encourage women to talk openly about their bodies, educating them both on discharge and the benefits of using Carefree act-fresh liners on a daily basis.'
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Pantyliner advert that uses 'bold' language to describe bodily functions leaves viewers outraged by 'offensive' terms
Johnson & Johnson brand Carefree uses 'vagina' and 'discharge' in television ad
By DEBORAH ARTHURS
PUBLISHED: 09:28 EST, 17 July 2012 | UPDATED: 11:13 EST, 17 July 2012
www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2174861/Viewers-left-o...
An advert for a popular brand of pantyliners has sparked outrage after viewers complained it contained language they deemed offensive.
The 30 second television commercial by Johnson & Johnson brand Carefree dispenses with the customary euphemisms and sanitised suggestions at bodily functions.
Instead, the actress in the advert talks openly about the woman's monthly cycle - mentioning the words 'vagina' and 'discharge'.
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i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2012/07/17/article-2174861-1418C4...
Frank: Johnson & Johnson say their decision to use the words 'vagina' and 'discharge' was very conscious. 'We wanted to take a bold approach'
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The actress in the commercial, naked but for a scattering of flower petals to protect her modesty, says to the camera that 'even that bit of discharge in between our period is our body working to keep the vagina healthy.'
She goes on to say that Carefree pads 'lock away wetness and odour, helping you to feel dry, clean and fresh every day.'
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Such references may seem entirely innocuous to most.
But after the advert, created by ad firm 303Lowe, aired for the first time on Monday night in New Zealand, the Advertising Standards Bureau (ASB) received nine complaints, with viewers objecting particularly to the words 'vagina' and 'discharge'.
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Offence: Some viewers were uncomfortable with the language used, and nine made complaints to the Advertising Standards Bureau
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The advert, which carries a GXC rating, meaning it can be shown at any time except for during programmes that specifically target children under the age of 13, has been given the green light by the advertising standards authority.
Carefree spokesman Debbie Selikman told NSM that the company made a very conscious decision to use frank language.
'It's the first time a major brand has had the guts to use real words, not euphemisms or diminutive terms,' Selikman told NineMSN.
New Zealand media blog Stop Press reported that parent company Johnson & Johnson created the Carefree ad in response to a study that showed women would welcome a more honest conversation about their bodies, and revealed that 71 percent of Australian women admit to experiencing discharge while 66 percent are bothered by it.
Michelle Forster of Johnson & Johnson Pacific, the company that owns Carefree, said: 'We have decided to take a bold approach in this campaign with the aim to tackle a subject which as always been taboo.
'We want to encourage women to talk openly about their bodies, educating them both on discharge and the benefits of using Carefree act-fresh liners on a daily basis.'
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DIVIDING OPINION: TWITTER REACTS TO CAREFREE AD
Lion @WhiteLion_1
Whoa whoa.. whoa! New Carefree advert.. using the word 'discharge.' Are we in that place? Are we really in that place???
Smiley Jones. @periscopes_
People are actually complaining about the 'Carefree' advert because they say 'vaginal discharge.' Really?! #growupaustralia
Lee! @tsardust
Did that Carefree pantyliners ad seriously talk about vaginal discharge? NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT THAT D:
benjamin thomson @mrbennyt
Omggggggg the new carefree ad where she talks about discharge and odor ewwwwww
Lucy Hawthorne @stealthpooch
I can't get behind this celebration of 'vaginal discharge.' The term 'discharge' when it relates to bodily functions is never OK #carefree
T-Bone Wilson @fidged
Am I the only one who thinks the Carefree 'discharge' ad is actually a marketing ploy to get women to buy pads for everyday use?
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Clementine Ford Clementine Ford @clementine_ford
Everyone's got their knickers in a twist about this ad. VAGINA VAGINA VAGINA.
@theprojecttv
In response to the Carefree ad story, this discharge happens to all women, not just "average looking" women. (continued)
Alistair Lloyd @mr_al
I wonder if the new #Carefree #Discharge ad means that men will no longer be subjected to having condoms put on bananas?
Zulaika Hutton @zulaikaaah
I KNEW IT!!! I knew that Carefree add was tooooo freaking much using the words "vaginal discharge" during the advertisement. I so knew it!
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You And I Lyrics
Artist: Rick James
Album: You And I
www.lyricsdepot.com/rick-james/you-and-i.html
You and I
We fit together like a glove on hand
That's right
Don't you know
That I would gladly take you anywhere
You wanted to go
You and me
We are as close as three-part harmony
Wouldn't you agree
And if by chance
Our romance ended it would surely be
The end of me
Some people might say I'm infatuated
But I don't care
'Cause they really don't know
They'll never see of hear
The things I do with you
So far as I'm concerned
They all can go to hell
Woe, baby yeah
Now sing it, sugar
Do-do-do (etc.)
You and I
We'll be together til the six is nine
That's right
When you need me
I never hesitate, I always come
It's so much fun, yeah
You and I
Although we're poor
Our love has greater wealth
Than Hughes himself
And if by chance
There is an afterlife when we die
Hope it's with you and I
Repeat I
Sing it do, do, do (etc)
You and I
You and me
We'll be together eternally
Everybody on the funk
Everybody dance on the funk
Dance on the funk
Everybody dance on the funk
Can you sing it on time
Everybody dance on the funk
Everybody dance on the funk
Everybody shake your body down
Everybody shake your body down
Everybody dance on the funk
Everybody dance on the funk
Dance and shout
Funk yourself right out
Funk yourself right out
Funk yourself right out
We laid this groove
So you can move
On the funk
Everybody dance on the funk
Everybody dance on the funk
Everybody dance on the funk
Everybody dance on the funk
Everybody dance on the funk
Everybody shake your body down
Everybody shake your body down
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=dWZkxYamLUs&feature=related
Uploaded by crad805oldschool on Apr 23, 2009
Old School funk classic from his 'Reflections' album
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...another in our continuing series of 'Feminine Hygiene Marketing gone Mad' I only noticed the insanity on the back of the box of panty liners when i was putting them away in my bathroom cupboard.
Yes Ladies, a paper-thin bit of absorbent plastic that you stick in your knickers now offers you as much 'undercover support' as a Sports Bra.
Who'd have thunk it.
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You want very much to tell your wife that you would love to watch another, a real, man make love to her. You ache for him to stop just before cumming in her, then guide his gorgeous dick into you instead, encouraging him to cum inside of you bareback instead! You can't hide your gay sissy faggot desires anymore, she knows you wear womens underwear and own a bigger collection than she does! She just doesn't know how bad you need to feel a male climax inside of you but you're getting very close to be ready to tell her, because you're thinking of setting up a hot guy to come to your home to fuck you in her bed, at a time when she will be coming home and catch you crying out for him to explode inside of you! You have fantasized so many times about it that you'll soon need to really have it happen in real life, you just know it would be the ultimate sex!