#Aluminum black fencing

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[libertyfence]

We installed an aluminum rail at Plattduetsche Park in Franklin Square, featuring stylish newel base caps and ball caps. The decorative hanging flower planters add a charming touch. ✨

[onthefence12]

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The design eschews the bulkiness often associated with traditional fencing, opting instead for clean lines and minimalist aesthetics. This sleek profile not only imparts a contemporary look but also creates an unobtrusive boundary that seamlessly integrates with modern architectural styles.

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Milwaukee Landscape

Inspiration for a large traditional full sun backyard water fountain landscape in summer.

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Exterior Stucco in Los Angeles

An illustration of a sizable, two-story stucco house from the 1950s with a shed roof and a metal roof

[doctorjohnsmith]

Contemporary Deck - Uncovered Example of a large trendy backyard deck design with no cover

[allurilove]

Celebrating the fourth of July with Henry and yandere husband. Also happy 4th of julyyyyy 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

I'm celebrating by eating a lot of hotdogs! I haven't had them in so long, and I sort of forgot how good they could be.

Your husband grunted as you handed him the aluminum pan, heavy with copious amounts of tiny hamburger sliders you made for the neighborhood party. You made sure that you looked nice and that Henry was presentable too. Your husband wasn't the celebrating type, and he was confused when you handed him a shirt with an American flag printed on the front. He shook his head, refusing to even touch or wear it. It just felt wrong to be overly patriotic like that.

Your husband still wanted to "blend" into the crowd, so he opted to slick his hair back and wear a hat backward, a dark blue t-shirt with a fun graphic on the breast pocket, jean cargo shorts, and his black Sambas. From afar, he looked like a college student—in better words, he looked like the typical frat boy. You were surprised he even had clothes like that.

You held Henry's hand as you walked to your neighbor's backyard. You pushed the gate open for your husband and guided him to the table where the food was. "Now that looks good..." You took a banana pudding cup for you and your son. Your husband huffed and finally put down the heavy tray. He took off the top and tossed it into the trash. He looked around to see the other people who decided to show up, and he gulped as he saw his number one rival... the Skylar family.

Fuck, were they the perfect family.

They could model for Gap or Old Navy with how amazing they looked together. Like the good man he was, your husband approached Lucas Skylar. Lucas was sort of an odd man (your husband thought), and he was a sex therapist who mainly worked with those horrible reality TV couples. You know the ones: people who came onto a show for clout and fame, really only looking to win money and cheat into having an easy life. The ones who pair up with other people who matched their physical aesthetics. It was sort of genius, and your husband slowly started to wish he was in that profession.

"Lucas! It's so great to see you." Your husband opened his arms and pulled him into a "bro" hug. Lucas equally threw himself into the hug. Of course, he was an amazing greeter.

"How are you and your wife? I can see that you guys got down and dirty, huh?" Lucas smirked and nudged your husband. You were about six months pregnant with another child—a girl, as you two had found out. "If you two ever get into a rut, you know where to find me."

Your husband would rather die. This wasn't the first time Lucas Skylar offered his services, and your husband was starting to form an idea in his head that Lucas just wanted to fuck you. I mean, he stares at you way too often. His green eyes would linger on your form, even if he was standing by his wife. Maybe your husband should take up the offer and start boasting about how you two had this amazing sexual chemistry.

"Yeah. Thanks." Your husband laughed humorlessly and slapped Lucas's shoulder a bit too roughly, brushing past him. The pissed-off man went straight for the beers. He spent the rest of the night sulking in the corner, nursing his drink, and watching Henry run around the backyard with lit sparklers in his hands.

"Hey." The man cleared his throat and pushed his body off the fence, his expression softening as you came up to him. You handed him some food and he accepted it gratefully.

"Let me guess..."

"You don't even have to." Your husband groaned and his shoulders tensed up. He rolled his eyes and looked right back down at you. "That prick wants to meddle into our sex life again."

"Why don't you tell him that it's great and he needs to back off?" You shrugged nonchalantly and your husband sighed.

"I... I didn't want to embarrass you like that. Plus, I don't want to create any bad blood between us and them. We still have to live near them after all." Your husbands expression soured. He crushed the empty beer can before making a shot into the trash bag. He then took your hands into his and he pulled you into his embrace.

...

Your husband wanted to make it up to you for pouting all day, and he took the family out to a secluded and open area. He opened the trunk of the car, and he pulled out a box of fireworks. After he was done scolding Henry for not listening to his little safety seminar, he finally lit one and took a step back. The firework shot up into the sky and burst into red and blue colors.

He subtly reached for his phone and took a picture of you and Henry both looking at the sky. Your husband would talk to thousands of guys like Lucas Skylar if this was the end result. His heart warmed at the sight of his two, and soon to be three, favorite people holding hands.

[tenlittlepandas]

A set of miscellaneous add-on meshes for @daydreamingdrawerette

The Band O' Lite Extendo/Contracto light, shade removed, now two tiles long across three tiles. Requires NL for textures.

Michelle at TNW made a sheer curtain set. This is a two-tile version of the short mesh (plus diagonal). Master mesh not included since this is not very useful without the rest of the set, and there are additional instructions in that post. Requires AL and is shiftable.

Filed under things I was sure already existed, a two tile version of the basegame Pinegultcher table. This is my take on it, anyway. it is repositoried to the original for textures and is BG compatible.

The Invisibarrier Loft fence, in black and aluminum, with the glass panels removed. This fence matches the Stairway to Eleven staircase. Requires any expansion (because the warning message simpe gives you to make it basegame is very scary).

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[feedmethecat]

unsafe and insane

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Alley way toy (short story, dark sexual fantasy)

( Before you read, firstly, I'm a bisexual sub male, and this story will be written from the first person perspective of a male, and will feature sexual themes, a variety of kinks, of male/male interactions. Secondly, while I'd love to make this story a reality, this isn't an ad, it's a sexual fantasy. Third, and lastly, I'm fine with messages about this story, but please don't spam me for attention, I don't mind conversation but I get busy, I respond to people when I can, and sometimes it takes an hour or two.)

The walls practically thumped with the bear of the music. Before me the door, a blue steel door, with the word "EXIT" on it in big gray letters. I could honestly not give a fuck about the music. Some new age hip hop or something? I liked rock, metal, rap, I was a 90s child. The genre wasn't the problem, the only genre I didn't like was country, and even then I still listened to specific things like America "horse with no name" or Poor man's poison, or something. I just didn't care for new shit. I shoved the thought out of my mind, forcefully.

"Okay A- umm Amy!"

I said to myself, almost breaking a rule, I wasn't allowed to use my old name. In fact, like the other property around here I was dubbed nameless. We were only allowed to use girls names. Simple enough. There were a few others. Our "job" was simple, lure customers to the club. It wasn't a job, it was more a task, as we didn't get paid in a traditional manner. Some "gurls" walked out, and lead customers back by promise of a fun time, others promised a lap dance, and some got fucked in the bathroom. I however wasn't trusted to leave the club, and I was the low slut on the totem pole. So, instead, I was to be in the alley. I pushed the exit door open, and stepped outside. The alley way was fenced off, with barbwire at the top. I couldn't leave if I wanted to, well I could, I was actually very resourceful, but I didn't want to, regardless I wasn't allowed to leave. There was one lamp, pointed one direction in the middle of the alley, that barely lit anything, lighting only from the first 10 feet of the alley near to the side of the alley closest to the street. I walked from the lit side of the alley into the darkness.

I was wearing quite the get up, in fact, my outfit made me feel embarrassed, ashamed, it made me feel slutty, and sexy, I loved it. My stomach, and Lowe back were completely exposed, I was pretty skinny now a days, not starved, just on a strict diet. The top, my chest, was covered by a tube top, thin enough that if someone looked closely enough at the black material, they'd be able to make out the piercings on my nipples. My nipples felt perky, in the cold night air, it was could enough to see my breath. It was also cold enough that I felt shrinkage, the back band of my chastity cage felt more tight, while the head of my chastity cage felt a little loose. My small tip, felt numb. The shorts, my daisy dukes, were short enough, that you could clearly see my bulge in them, and the back part of them, a strand about half an inch thick, wouldn't have hid my buttplug if I bent over. They did nothing to ward against the cold. I also wore thigh high netting, matching netting gloves, which felt great. The only other thing I wore was a collar, literally, a dog collar, from Petco. Apparently mine was on clearance? It was a pink dog collar, with a pattern of dog bones on it, a little degrading, even had a dog tag on it, in the shape of a heart in a pink metal. No doubt, an oxidized titanium nitrate over aluminum, I was many things, including nerdy.

I checked my pockets, I had my cellphone, which very much worked and had cell service, in fact, given to me by my owner. Then I had a vape pen, which I absolutely hated, I liked cigars, cigarettes, but I wasn't allowed to have anything that'd leave a scent during operation hours. Lastly, I had a small pager. With a press of the red button, bouncers would be to my rescue. However, I could handle myself firstly, secondly I liked it rough. Satisfied that I had everything on my person, I leaned my back against the wall and waited.

The alley was dirty, and had a dumpster back there that had a bit of a smell. Part of why I chose the dark side of the alley was that it was the opposite side of the dumpster. The other reason, was an attempt at privacy. Plus I could only smell the city on this side of the alley. I was between two different brick buildings, and the other building was a "empty" building that housed us. It wasn't as big as the club, but we each had our bedrooms, and between the two floors of it, it housed 12 of us comfortably with our own rooms.

First person of the night, came out. All club customers were members, and had to get regular screenings, I also had to get regular screenings. I didn't have to worry about an STD. The rules were simple, I get fucked, I suck dick, they could cum in me, on me, piss in or on me, in me, write things on me with a marker, and I couldn't refuse. Not that I would. I was a rape toy, for members, male, female, whatever. They weren't allowed to beat or abuse me physically, however spanking my ass, groping, pinching, nibbling, bite marks, hickies, were very much allowed.

My cock twitched in its cage eagerly, and I felt arousal and anxiety wash over me. I spoke, calling out to the male.

"Hey sweety, I'm Cindy, and I like cock~"

I cat called, it was bad, it was corny, but they loved it. Which was good, because I was bad at flirting. I however wasn't bad at fucking. The man, looking to be an older, fatter white male, spoke.

"Yeah I bet you'd love my dick, you little fag, turn around and face the wall. "

I faced the wall, bending over, pressing my hands, chest, and face against said wall, an arch in my back. He couldn't wait, undoing his pants behind me, and then leaning himself over me, the warmth of his body against mine. He pulled my shorts down and panties away, revealing plugged ass. The slimy sensation of warm lube in my rear, mixed with the sensation of rubbing as he grabbed the plug. He ripped it out my ass like he was trying to start a lawn mower and I let out a loud gasp. Feeling a shooting sore pain, my left eye watering lightly. I felt an emptiness as I could feel my ring wink, my asshole flexing and twitching. The feeling of emptiness was immediately replaced by pleasure as he pushed his cock in, the tip spearing it's way up into my ass. There was no foreplay to it, it was just me getting used, he rammed all the way in as he gripped my hips. I grunted at the pressure as he gasped, my ass clenching eagerly on his cock. In, now he pulled back, and pushed in again, rapidly. He thrusted, into me, there a rhythm, fast, and steady, as he used me. I moaned, loudly, intentionally, I was a submissive little piece of fuck meat, and I wanted him to know it, I wanted him to feel like I was loving the ass raping, because I was, I enjoyed it. I didn't need to moab at all, I just did, I loved making doms feel like they were doing something to me, because they were, so while my moans were exaggerated, my pleasure wasn't.

He didn't last long at all, he stopped had groaned, pressing his member up me, as hard as he can, almost awkwardly pushing me into the wall, his cock tip twitch deep inside me and shot it's load. His member had been quiet large, and I loved it, but even if it hadn't been, I'd still have loved it. It was the fact I was being used, that I got off on. He drew a tally mark on my right ass cheek, and left, after fixing his pats.

I felt the humiliation hit me as my thoughts returned, the humiliation of being used, only increased my arousal. My poor dick, twitched in it's cage. I put the butt plug back up my ass and pulled my panties and shorts up. Thinking about my locked dick pressed up in its chastity. I was very horny. I had eight inches, which I was told was above average, but I didn't care about it. I had a few ex girlfriends who liked it, sure, however the thing I liked about my dick, was when it wasn't hard. When I was flaccid, I was actually small, very small. Small little balls, small little dick. Fully erect I was eight inches, but when I was flaccid like this, I was only a few centimeters, above average when erect, but below average when flaccid. Locked in chastity, it was a little clit. I repeated the phrase "little clit" in my mind several times, deriving arousal from it. I never stayed hard while getting fucked in my ass, but I enjoyed the chastity cage, as it drew attention to my member, and I love the humiliation, I craved it, being told it was tiny, a clitty, that I was less than a man, a micro dick, or a little baby dick. I shuttered in arousal at the thought. There'd be plenty of that this evening, hopefully.

I do have to wait much longer for the next person, a man, younger, black male, bike garb, black leather outfit. I could definitely dig it, when I was younger I wanted an outfit like that, like the terminator in t2, in an ironic way, one of my other outfits was black leather biker gear but it was more feminine and slutty. The man, had to be around his mid twenties. I was thirty, but I looked younger due to being feminized.

"Hey bitch, get down on your knees, and give me some love."

He got his pants undone and had his cock out when I dropped to my knees, on the dirty ally way ground. He pushed his dick and balls against my face, his limp member growing hard as I got a face full of his natural manly musk, his unshaven hairs, tickles my nostrils. I opened my mouth as he grabbed the back of my head. My mouth finding one of his balls, I sucked on it, moving my tongue around it, eagerly. I preferred when they shaved, because I didn't like swallowing hair, or getting on my tongue, however we don't always get what we want. Besides, hairy dick, was better than no dick. He stroked his member with one hand, while I played with his balls with my mouth. He pulled back, his twelve inch dick, now stiff. He slapped me in the face with it and spoke.

"Like that bitch?"

I replied.

"Yes sir."

He slapped me in the face with his dick, again, it was degrading, and I loved that too. He then tapped it against my cheek, despite my mouth being open. I tired opening wider, to see if maybe that'd get him to rape my little whore mouth. He smiled at that, but instead slapped me in the face with his member again. He then finally put his cock in my mouth, just the tip. He didn't move, the message was clear, I was supposed to do all the work, and I did. I started by licking and playing with the tip, eagerly, before moving down, using my spit to coat his dick as I bobbed up and down. Training and gotten rid of my gag reflex entirely. However I liked to intentionally choke on dick, do I did, forcing myself deeper, and clenching my throat, making myself choke and gag on his dick, I then pulled up, my drool coating his dick, and leaking around my lips, I was a cock hungry slut, and I enjoyed this as much as anal. He enjoyed it moaning, so I kept it up. My jaw was quickly getting sore, but I ignored my discomfort, deriving pleasure from being of use. For the better part of several minutes, this continued, until he stopped me, holding my hard down, I felt the familiar sensation, of a cock twitching in my throat, the warm sensation of him shooting semen down my throat, I swallow it, gulping it down, he the pulled out of my mouth, and I kept my mouth open, to show him I had swallowed it all.

"Keep your mouth open slut"

He said. His dick growing mostly flaccid. I knew what that meant. he aimed his member, with one hand, for my mouth, and let a hot stream of piss into my mouth he filled my mouth with piss, and I closed my mouth to swallow it, as I did, he aimed lower, pissing across my chest staining my clothes with the wretched sent of of usine, from someone who'd been drink alcohol. I shuttered and balked at the taste of piss in my throat, but leaned into the stream, as I opened my mouth, and closed my eyes, he had no problem, painting my face with it, and then he place this tip in my mouth, I closed my lips around it, and swallowed what he gave me, drinking mouthfuls of it. He finished, and pulled up his pants. Leaving me there. Despite being drenched in it, and the cold, I wasn't done, I wasn't allowed to be done.

I had all night to be used, and I could see more customers coming out to use me.

( There will be a part two, don't worry. I enjoy comments about it though. )

[aluminiumfence]

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WinterWonderklok Day 14

Winter Wonderklok 2023 Day 14, "Baking Cookies"

crossposting: none

synopsis: a WIP of how seven-year-old Nathan split his lip during a Christmas family reunion in Texas. cws: brief blood

The curtains above the kitchen sink fluttered in the breeze from the fan on top of her fridge, which had been turned slightly away from the birthplace of a couple dozen gingerbread people so that the powdered sugar wouldn't spray everywhere.

With all six of her grandchildren around her black granite kitchen island, Ann could finally watch how they all interacted, all at the same place and time, without their parents fussing or giving sharp looks. Julie wiped the shmutz off of the white cabinet doors when some frosting got out of her little brother's hands. The rosettes on the dress of Catherine's gingerbread princess weren't coming out evenly, and when an air bubble in her piping bag blew out a purple racoon turd onto the princess' right bubble sleeve, she sniffed up a whimper. Five blonde heads bobbled and passed sprinkles back and forth.

Nathan was halfway through making a family portrait out of gingerbread people glued to the facade of a gingerbread house whose sides were broken by Kimberly, the four-year-old in the room with the same flat look he wore all the time, except when a couple black strands of hair got blown into his split lip.

This morning was bright and a pregnant heifer started to labor by the edge of the pasture, right on time. There was nothing worse than having your arms twisted by a wet, slippery calving chain on Christmas morning, so Ann held her head high as she threw the puller over her shoulder and started pestering the frightened cow towards a pen by the old concrete milking parlor. All that was fine.

But Nathan followed her out to the pasture whenever he could get his boots on before she could speed off on the gator. There wasn't an opportunity to tell him no: he hopped in without a single word. Having a seven year old riding the gator with her wouldn't keep her from getting the work done, and his parents weren't too worried about lording over him, autism and all.

But Nathan never complained or changed his mind when he came along with her. He followed instructions the best he could, if they were clear enough, and fed calves while she fussed with their hutches. He opened gates and didn't cry when he shocked himself with the coily-corded opening of the electric pasture fence. He just climbed back in to his seat.

While she was walking the heifer over, moving left and right behind her to steer her while mucus dripped out of her backside, Nathan came jogging up to Ann from behind.

"Nathan, see that fence? Don't you dare follow me in there with this cow. She's going to have a calf… If you want to go back to the house, you can follow the road back up."

She didn't have to tell him to keep quiet so the cow wouldn't spook, but

"Do you hear me?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

The trio came up to the little three-sided pen lined with trampled manure, about twenty feet by twenty feet, made of spare fencing and two powder-coated aluminum gates. The cow went in, Ann went in, and she shut the gate that was behind them. The heifer got frantic the moment she heard the metal click against itself and started trying to dodge Ann left and right. Nathan stood by the side to the right of the one they had entered through a couple feet back, like he'd been told before.

While doing the dance with the heifer, back and forth all over the pen, she noticed the second gate in front of Nathan had a couple of inches of gap between itself and its latch, just enough to where it wasn't open and it wasn't quite closed. It wouldn't move on its own, but the heifer let out a grunt of agitation and charged towards it. Ann raced to try and get ahead of her, but not before the gate slammed up against the post and frightened the heifer so badly that she skidded in the dirt, with Nathan's whole weight pushing it from the other side!

"Good catch, Nate! Get back, now, Nana's got it."

The calf came out easy once the heifer settled down. She let Ann work behind her as well as any first-timer, and was immediately interested in the little black calf when he dropped out. Ann washed her arms in the spigot that came out of the building, and backed out of the second gate, with the washed chain and the puller.

"Ow!"

The gate knocked like it'd hit a rock, but the rock whimpered. Ann set the equipment in a patch of crabgrass, slammed the gate shut, and caught up with him as he walked back towards the calves' hutches and their unfinished chores, covering his entire face with his hands.

"Nathan, come here."

He stopped but didn't turn, rigid from the stretched neckline of his shirt to his muddy velcro shoes.

"Nathan?"

She moved to the side so he could see her, like introducing yourself to a horse, but instead he doubled down on trying to his face. He had one foot in front of the other, knees slightly bent, and he flinched forward when she reached a hand out to his forearm.

"Nathan, let Nana see you. I need to know if you're hurt."

"No," he sniffed.

"I just want to take a look, then I can take you back to the house--"

"No!" This time, he turned sharply to the left and stomped ahead groaning in frustration until it gave way to another fretted cry. She sighed and pushed her hair back with her forearm, just in time to hear him mumbling "ow" to himself. A pain squeezed Ann's head from the back of her neck to her forehead.

"Nathan… please turn around. Just show me what's hurt. You don't have to look at me."

She got close enough to put a hand on his upper arm and nudged him into turning around. He kept his eyes covered with his hands, but tilted his head up so she could see the split on his bottom lip and a small trail of blood (and spit) that came down his chin. All the time, his nose was running and he was turning red from holding his breath. It fluttered out onto her fingers anyway as she carefully manipulated his chin to get his bottom lip to move without touching the split with her hands (spigot water counted for something, but not much.)

"Good boy. Your lip's split. Do your teeth feel weird? Push 'em with your tongue and check."

He took his hands down and his fit of tears turned into sucking up snot and concentration as he moved his tongue around. Ann dug a kerchief out of her pocket and handed it to him.

"You can blow your nose. I'd cry too if a gate hit me in the mouth."

Nathan nodded, and smeared some dirt on his face when he wiped his tears.

"Ready to go back to the house?"

"N-No."

"No?"

He pointed towards the hutches and the work sheds.

"You want to finish up first?"

"Yeah."

"You sure? We can go to the house, fix you up, and go back?" Who wouldn't feel bad after hitting their grandson with a gate?

He took a deep breath in and looped the bottom of his shirt around his fingers, something Oscar had described to his mother as a sign of trying to put his thoughts together to speak.

"No, I want to go."

"You sure? Feeling good?"

"Yeah."

"Well, let's get going. We don't have too much left."

"Yeah."

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Using state-of-the-art technology, we create precise and flawless glass railings and fences.

4. Comprehensive Services

From design consultation to installation, Al Basira offers end-to-end services to make your project seamless and stress-free.

5. Sustainability Commitment

We prioritize eco-friendly practices by using recyclable materials and minimizing waste during production.

The Process of Creating Custom Glass Railings and Fences

At Al Basira, we follow a streamlined process to ensure that your glass railing or fence is not only visually stunning but also functional and safe.

Consultation We begin with an in-depth discussion to understand your needs, preferences, and the scope of your project.

Design and Planning Our design experts create detailed plans and 3D renderings to give you a clear idea of the final product.

Material Selection Choose from a wide range of glass types, finishes, and hardware to customize your design.

Manufacturing Using cutting-edge equipment, we fabricate your glass railing or fence to exact specifications.

Installation Our skilled technicians ensure precise installation for a flawless and secure finish.

Maintaining Your Glass Railings and Fences

To keep your glass railings and fences looking pristine:

Clean Regularly: Use a soft cloth and a mild glass cleaner to remove dirt and smudges.

Inspect for Damage: Periodically check for chips or cracks and address them promptly.

Maintain Hardware: Tighten screws and clean metal components to prevent corrosion.

Elevate Your Space with Al Basira

Glass railings and fences are more than just functional additions—they’re design statements that enhance the beauty and value of your property. At Al Basira, we combine innovation, craftsmanship, and premium materials to bring your vision to life. Whether you’re creating a modern balcony, a safe pool enclosure, or a stylish garden boundary, our team is here to make it happen.

Ready to transform your space? Explore our range of Glass Railing solutions or contact us to discuss your project. As one of the top Glass and Aluminum Companies in Dubai, we’re committed to delivering excellence in every detail.

Conclusion

Custom glass railings and fences from Al Basira are the perfect solution for homeowners and businesses looking to combine safety, functionality, and aesthetic appeal. With our expertise, premium materials, and commitment to customer satisfaction, we ensure a seamless experience from start to finish. Let us help you create a space that reflects your style and meets your unique needs.