#Pink Custom Mailer

[suprpackmailer]

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[daizybella]

[starry-agere]

hiya! wondering abt your prices, also do u do discreet packaging?

hi!! thanks for asking :D

prices wise, it depends on the paci! currently my cheapest is $13 and my most expensive is $26. i am currently having a sale on my instagram, so premades are 15% off and customs are 20% off if that helps! @/starrypacis (:

and yes i do! packages ship in a plain pink bubble mailer with a pink “handle with care” sticker !

[buttastic]

next time I run a kickstarter I'm gonna get some cute shipping supplies I think. you can get black or pink boxes pretty easily and I can't imagine it's too hard to get some custom tape printed. imagine some cute little pink mailers taped together with organs

[ippnoida]

Kolkata’s Alide Digital Art upgrades to Ricoh Pro C7500

Gaining an edge over its competitors by delivering new quality prints at a faster speed, Kolkata-based Alide Digital Art is upbeat about this new achievement brought to them by the newly installed Ricoh Pro C7500 11-color digital production press from Monotech Systems.

Established a decade ago, Alide Digital Art is a gradually growing commercial printer. With a team of half-dozen skilled staff, the company produces brochures, marketing collaterals, business cards, flyers, mailers, catalogs, among others. “We believe in quality and consistency that excel. Our overall print quality and production speed have drastically improved following the purchase of Ricoh Pro C7500 from Monotech Systems,” says Partha Pratim Banerjee, proprietor of Alide Digital Art.

Known for its ultra-high print quality and remarkable efficiency, the Ricoh Pro C7500 has set a new benchmark for Alide Digital Art. “This Ricoh digital production press has enabled us to meet the highest quality prints for our customers who wish to get them in a given time frame and circumstances,” says Banerjee. He says the press’ unique features and advanced capacity bring a new dynamic into their overall activities these days.

The Ricoh Pro C7500 can add an additional seven colors through its 5th Color Station toners to the conventional CMYK. It means that the press is designed to encompass extra white toner, gold, silver, neon pink, neon yellow, clear, and invisible red for improvising graphics with added textures and effects.

Boosting the overall print quality and print production speed at Alide Digital Art, Ricoh Pro C7500 caters to graphic prints in the resolution of 2400×4800dpi, which is considered the industry’s leading resolution, at 85ppm (pages per minute), upgradable up to 95ppm as per requirement. Compatibly, it takes up varied media ranging from 40gsm up to 470gsm. “Prints produced on the Ricoh Pro C7500 are free from cloudy color fields and stripes. It makes sure that our products are now meeting high-standard print quality,” says Banerjee.

He adds, “Earlier, we used to run Konica Minolta AccurioPress C3070P and Xerox 700 digital production presses. Today, in place of them we have this advanced and upgraded Ricoh Pro C7500 as the sole workhorse in our facility for all core activities. We have transformed with this new Ricoh digital color production press from Monotech Systems.”

Eventually, Ricoh Pro C7500 has opened up new a business prospect for Alide Digital Art, impressing customers with a new level of quality in prints. “We work for customers from diverse sectors in and around Kolkata. The print quality of Ricoh Pro C7500 has helped us impress our customers with high expectations. This Ricoh digital press has set us apart. For this, we are thankful to the entire team of Monotech Systems for the machine and the support,” says Banerjee.

[prosupplyglobal12]

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[teak-2]

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[sweet-bees-boutique]

🍯 Welcome to Sweet Bee’s Boutique! 🍯

Hello lovely baybees! Welcome to Sweet Bee’s Boutique, a home and a hive for age regressors and age dreamers. We are founded and run by @a-lil-bit-of-a-babey-bee, aka Bee, who saw some items sorely lacking in the agere-exclusive market. Namely - onesies, bloomers, and other handcrafted items. So, let’s talk a little more about what we’re about!

POLICIES:

We don’t allow any members of k!nk communities to purchase from us. This is for my (Bee’s) personal safety and well-being. Unfortunately, this means that dual-com regressors regretfully cannot purchase from us. There are plenty of stores open to you, and I hope you can understand why you aren’t able to purchase if you’re dual-com!

The above ESPECIALLY applies to minors in k!nk, who are never allowed to purchase from us - if we suspect you are a minor and a member of k!nk we reserve the right to refuse to sell to you. Minor SFW age regressors/dreamers may order from us provided they are 13+. Depending on the situation, we may ask for proof of your age (i.e. a student ID with your current grade on it and your name also visible but your photo scribbled out).

I (Bee) make what items I feel inclined to and all items sold are unique and only offered one time (with the possible exception of repeated simple deco paci designs). I may expand the line of products or discontinue products as I choose or as I am able to get supplies.

Sweet Bee’s Boutique is not a deco paci shop beyond the simple deco (center, lettering, and a few add-ons) style. I have neither the supplies nor the skill set to create more complex designs and I feel that you as a customer deserve someone competent to make you more complex deco pacis! I’m happy to point you in the direction of some fabulous agere-friendly deco paci shops if you message me :)

WHAT WE OFFER:

What we offer at Sweet Bee’s Boutique changes frequently. This section will be edited as old stock is sold and new stock comes in. Currently, we are offering:

Hand-embroidered onesies/modded bodysuits in VARIOUS SIZES

One LFB adult diaper in the “Baby Cuties” pattern, SIZE MEDIUM (ideally looking to trade for ONE adult diaper of any type SIZE SMALL)

Simple deco pacis in PURPLE (clear teat) bases

Art Class brand pink corduroy pinafore dress SIZE YOUTH 18/WOMEN’S 6

2 custom embroidered sweatshirt slots

Modded Mam baby pacis (with cloudy adult teats) in various BUTTERFLY KISS and WINTER designs

SHIPPING:

At this time, Sweet Bee’s Boutique is only able to offer shipping to the US and Canada. Unless an item is unusually large or too awkwardly shaped to fit in a bubble mailer, the BASE SHIPPING COST FOR THE US IS $6. Canadian shipping runs at APPROX $12-$15 USD, depending on the item(s) purchased.

HOW TO PURCHASE:

Message us and let us know you’re interested in purchasing an item (or a few!). I (Bee) keep pretty regular hours on here from about 10 am - 10 pm PST. If you message outside these hours, expect a slower answer! As of 10/13/20, we no longer accept PayPal as payment. You may choose to either pay via Cashapp or an Amazon gift card emailed to the shop’s email address (provided at purchase). Your total price will be the price of the item(s) you purchase plus shipping.

SPECIAL ADD-ONS:

The following are options for special add-ons to your order:

I (Bee) will include a homemade bar of soap in a Cucumber Fresh or Relaxation Blend scent in your order for $3 extra, so if you have nosy parents, siblings, or roommates you have something to show from your order that isn’t a paci or regression item!

I always wrap items in tissue paper (and bubble wrap when needed), but I will put your item(s) in gift wrap or packaging for $2 extra per item.

That’s all for now! We’ll be posting stock as we make/receive it, and we hope you have a wonderful day! 💜🍯

[kerikaaria]

Borahae Slimes Haul #2 Review!

Dean ( @eternalseokjin​ ) restocked with some new slimes, so of course I had to snatch a few!

Full disclosure, Dean is my friend and knew my birthday recently passed so he gave me some extra goodies (a free full slime, extra candy, and I’m pretty sure the amount of photocards and stickers were extra too lol. Dude gave me 3 Yoongi photocards because he knows how soft I am for that man) with this because he’s just amazing and sweet like that ^-^ Thank you, Dean!

First, here’s the link to Dean’s Etsy store, so if you would like to purchase some BTS-themed slime, definitely give his shop a look! And check out the store’s tumblr @borahaeslimes​

I was lucky for the order to come really quickly, especially during this time of year. And once I started opening up the package, I got so excited! He didn’t tell me he had added Until Spring for free as a birthday gift, so it was such a pleasant surprise! (And a surprise blessing with the extra containers as well, for reasons I’ll explain later). Keep reading for a detailed review with pictures!

Also. my apologies for the pictures not being more condensed. Every time I attempted to adjust them on mobile, tumblr decided to give me an error so... ugh lol.

I’ll Show You

I’ll Show You is themed after the song ‘Magic Shop,’ and has such a lovely, relaxing scent. It comes with little iridescent flakies (if you’re a fan of Simply Nailogical like Dean and I, you’d probably call it Unicorn Skin) that are optional to put in, as well as a key charm. The flakies do somewhat poke your hand while you play with it, but it’s not hard at all so unless you have very sensitive hands I don’t see it being a problem.

The color is a gorgeous iridescent cream, and the flakies add another really nice layer to it as well. It’s a very beautiful slime, and I easily see myself taking it out when I’m having a rough day because of how lovely and calming the chamomile and lavender scents are.

Anpanman

The slime is themed after the song of the same name and comes with a  custom-made clay charm with a comic-style onomatopoeia (recommended to NOT store inside the slime). The version I bought is the Bingsu one, since I didn’t know if I’d enjoy larger blocks being in my slime.

There is an option to leave it unscented to keep the clear slime from getting cloudy/tinted by it, but I really LOVE the blue raspberry jolly rancher scent and am so glad I opted to keep it! I enjoy the soft crunchy texture to the Bingsu, and this slime is just jam packed with them so it’s super satisfying to play with!

Until Spring

This one is themed after ‘Spring Day,’ and comes with 4 individually packaged colors which you can mix as you please, and a snowflake charm. One is a thick white snow fizz, the pink a bingsu (not quite as packed as Anpanman), and the blue and purple are clear-based slimes. The metallic shimmer of the blue is GORGEOUS, and I almost feel guilty for blending it all into the overall mixture.

The end result is this beautiful pastel purple, with the sporadic snow fizz and pink bingsu adding a unique texture. The smell is also very soft and lovely.

Sweet Life

Sweet Life is themed after BTS’ recent single, ‘Dynamite!’ The clay donut and record charm (again, recommended to NOT store inside the slime) are both handmade by Dean, and it also comes with a small bag of fake sprinkles. The donut came wrapped in plastic wrap and inside a smaller plastic tub than the slimes. And the slime itself is a very sweet scent - a little too strong to me personally, but nothing I can’t handle.

Alright, now this is the only hiccup I had in the order, so I’ll explain what happened. 

While I did think something was a bit odd when I tore the donut in half, I didn’t pay enough attention before I started trying to mix it with the slime. It turns out, the container the donut was shipped in ended up getting cracked during shipment, and the clay had half dried by the time it got to me. So it was rather hard trying to mix that part into the slime. You might be able to tell in the second picture above, that there are chunks hardly mixed, if at all, into the slime.

Knowing that it was because the container ended up cracked doesn’t personally make me too concerned that others would have the problems I did. I spoke with Dean about it, and he helped me figure out what to do. The part I already started mixing with the slime started to absorb moisture from it and became softer and easier to work with as I let it just sit for a bit. The other half, I put into a (not cracked, airtight) container and poured just a bit of water on it. I let it sit while I was working with Until Spring, and periodically went back to it to mix up the slime or knead the water into the clay to help it along.

It didn’t take too long before it was able to all mix together and I ended with my final slime! I really love the texture. It’s really thick, almost like a putty and super satisfying! Also a side note, Dean said he isn’t quite sure how the slime he used for making his shop post ended up so brown, because his personal slime of this also ended up a similar shade of a blue-gray to mine. I do really like the color though, it’s a neat muted, almost teal color.

And this is where the extra containers due to the four individual slimes for Until Spring came in handy, since the tub containing the donut was cracked. I was able to use the little 2 oz containers for the rest of the slime that wouldn’t fit in the big container after mixing in the clay, so I didn’t need to go finding something else to put it in. What a happy little coincidence!

Extra Slime - Anpanman Block version

The extra slime I got this time was a sample of the block version of Anpanman, probably because Dean knows I’m new to exploring different types of slime and wanted to let me try it out. I can say that I’m glad I got the Bingsu one in my purchase, but I also don’t hate the chunky blocks as much as I thought I might. It’ll still be a very nice one to fiddle with here and there.

So overall, I’m incredibly happy yet again! I don’t blame Dean for the hiccup with the clay donut, since the tub getting cracked most likely happened in shipping - and everything was very well packaged, wrapped in bubble wrap and then tissue paper, and in a padded mailer so he did everything he could to try to keep it safe. And besides, although it was extra work, it still blended into the slime in the end so I’m happy :)

If you want to support small shops, Dean’s is a great one to go to! Unfortunately because of shipping prices being crazy, he can only sell in the US, but if you do live here and are interested, then definitely give his shop a browse! Here is the link one more time. --> Borahae Slimes on Etsy

[haaarry]

pink cherry anon: ive ordered some stuff from there and the packages are literally just brown cardboard boxes, it says on the website “Discreet shipping is important to many of us. The shipping label will simply read Customer Service. Below is a sample of an order ready to be shipped. Some orders may be packaged in bubble mailers. Your credit card or Paypal account will be charged under the name TBMBM Inc. which is our parent company.”

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[ansgar-martinsson]

The Best Intentions - Part 27

It was too late.

He had neither meant for it to happen, nor expected it.

Not so soon after his return to Stockholm, not so soon after he came home. Not so soon after first hearing the name Joline Lindberg. Not so soon after the oozing, crusty-black scab from Faye’s rapier slash fell away from his wounded heart.

But it was too late. Too late and in that moment, he knew it. He knew it the moment he reached for her, the moment he drew her in, the moment his body meshed and melded with hers, the moment he took her with a gentle stroke, with a careful slide of his flesh into hers, with a lover’s embrace. He knew.

He knew it just the same way he knew how to breathe life into a Philip Glass sonata, how to create with a CAD program or a hammer. He knew it just the same way he understood his business, the way he could read his customers, the way he knew how to keep his employees happy and productive. He just knew.

But he’d not put words to it. Not yet. Not even in his mind, would he allow himself to admit to it. The ethereal ‘it’. That ‘it’ that meant his stomach would flutter and his heart would pound and his head would feel like a helium balloon in the very presence of her. That ‘it’ that would make his cock twitch with the very idea of her flesh. That ‘it’ that meant he would do anything, say anything, give anything just to keep her with him.

That ‘it’ that was now giving him the warmest, most tender delight in not just fucking, not just sex, but making love… truly and honestly making love to the woman in his arms, the woman in his bed, the woman in his life, the woman named Joline Lindberg.

Making love.

Love.

Love… Joline?

Could he? Did he?

And if that is what it was, would he give over to it? Would he give in to it, again? Better question: would she?

“Mmmm, come here,” he murmured, pulling gently on her opposite side. “I want to see your face. Come on top of me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Please,” his voice was breathy, reedy, nearly a child like beg. “I need to see you. I need to look… to look at you.”

And he shifted and she shifted, and he found himself staring up into her deep, fathomless eyes. Her weight was a comfort around his body, an anchor for his restless spirit, a balm for his battered mind. His hands, nearly of their own accord, for his full attention was on her face, grasped her around the waist and lifted her. “Inside,” he whispered. “Put me back inside.”

Her gaze not leaving his, she reached between her legs and wrapped her fingers around him. He knew she’d taken him in, not so much from the sensation of her warm, soft flesh, but more from the look of pure bliss that melted over her features as she lowered herself down upon him.

His own muscles went slack, his eyes fluttered closed and open again, and his mouth dropped open upon a deep, guttural moan. “Mmmmm,” he hummed. “Just like that. Yes. Yes. Oh. Exactly like that.”

She’d rolled her hips to seat him deeper, and in doing so, bent forward, her hands flat on the mattress, framing his head, her breasts perking down in tempting mounds just in the reach of his mouth, her hair cascading in a thick, dark mass over her face to tickle his beard below. She moved on him, slowly, slowly, oh so slowly….

And Ansgar moved with her, just as languid in his caresses, just as fluid in his pulses, just as fervent in his searching kisses, just as… loving… in his touch. A touch that was amorous and delicate, fluttering and caressing over her heated skin with quiet fingertips. He reached up, palming back the curtain of her hair, parting it away from her face, sculpting a bright, pinkish blue halo of seraphic sunrise and cherubic city light around her head. He held the day-glow back, exposing the window of her very soul, the wings of her emotions, and he watched her. Watched. Watched for those tell-tale signs of her mutual desire, his effects upon her, her knowledge of him. He watched and studied and learned and extolled and revered…

… and, like the pilgrim that he was beneath her altar, he worshiped her.

“Oh, Joline. Beautiful Joline,” he praised, lifting his hips from the bed, pressing himself further, further, even further into her. His fingers curled inward, tightening his grip on her head, his vision fixed firmly upon her, his eyes to hers, grasping onto her gaze with a near preternatural strength until… until….

Until he could hold the heat of it no longer. Until his eyes squeezed shut, until every muscle in his face, every tissue in his body contracted and constricted, pulsated and throbbed in a cascade failure of control, a paroxysm of pleasure. “My… ah… ah… ah… oh! Joline!”

*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*

Ansgar shoved the gear shift of his Tesla into park at the very moment the clock on the display shifted from 11:59 AM to 12:00 PM. With a knowing smirk, he lit from the car, nearly jogging around the front, up the drive and to the door of the small house.

He found the doorbell with little problem, smiling at the sight of the red and yellow Dala Horse painted upon its cover, the surname “Lindberg” printed in matching Old Germanic lettering along the bottom. A mash of his finger on the cracked and faded button and he was met with an old-fashioned, satisfying “bing bong” from somewhere within the home.

He pressed the button a second time, shorter, then, and stood back, considering his reflection in the plate glass of the outer door. He ran his hands over his clothes - roll-sleeved and breast-pocketed light pink linen shirt, navy blue walking shorts, brown woven belt and tan boat shoes - through his hair - which he left looser, more casual, that day - and across his beard - which he’d trimmed to sharp-lined precision that morning after he’d returned Joline, upon her request, to the Opera House.

Hands shoved deep in his shorts pockets, he rolled up and back on the balls of his feet, waiting. He checked his watch, wiping the immense crystal of it against his shirt, annoyed by the slight smudge upon it, a smudge put there when he’d cleaned up the breakfast dishes that morning.

“You told me you were a hopeless cook,” Joline had teased, leaning on her cupped hands over the edge of the breakfast bar. “What the hell do you call that?” She’d pointed to the oven, where Ansgar had fetched out a cooking tray with two white ramekins, bubbling and baked to perfection - hot scrambled eggs, fresh rosemary and basil, cheese, butter, and ham cooked into a dish omelette and ready to serve. “That looks amazing and smells absolutely delicious.”

“It’s true. I am a hopless cook,” Ansgar had replied, resting the cookie sheet onto the granite counter. “I had nothing to do with it. Rosie made these last night and left them for me in the fridge. Left me specific instructions, step by step, on a sheet of paper, mind you, of how to cook them this morning.”

“How sweet of her,” Joline had drolled. “Handholding you through making my breakfast and all that. Did she tell you how to turn that thing on, and that you shouldn’t touch the inside when it’s hot?”

Ansgar had chuckled. “I know how to work the oven, darling. It’s just all the bits leading up to it that are completely baffling.”

“How brave of you to open up and admit that to me,” Joline had joked.

“I can keep nothing from you,” he’d said, leaning into her. He brushed the warm side of the oven mitt down her nose, smiling. “You should know that by now.”

Ansgar chuckled at the memory of it as he waited on the concrete stoop for her. His flesh stirred inwardly at the thought of her sitting there in his kitchen, her legs spread over the edge of the white leather bar stool, in her pink knickers and flesh coloured brassiere, of her dark hair loose and mussed upon her shoulders, her make up all but smudged off and her lips rather bruised. He smiled at the memory of his own body, wrapped in nothing but a white towel, how he had to sit with his torso tight against the table as he ate, his erection threatening to drop the towel where he sat.

He checked his watch again, and again, he pressed the button.

After Ansgar dropped her at the theatre with a kiss, a tickle and a promise to fetch her again in a few hours for the picnic, Joline put in a few hours work before returning home to change and check in on her mother. Joline had her girls in the marketing department throw together a handful of mailers and fliers for the Martinsson Construction clientele, in case the opportunity presented itself. She fancied the cover story, and if it got her a few more subscribers, it was worth the effort.

“You’re still in your knickers. Are you nervous?” her mother asked when she caught Joline yanking yet another outfit from the depths of her closet.

“Mama, what are you doing? Pacing my hall again?” Despite Joline’s reservations about going to the event in a personal capacity, she still needed to look equal parts House Manager for the theatre and the potential girlfriend of the CEO. Mistress, lover, fuckbuddy, newest toy, all titles that society deemed inappropriate, but that they all practiced. Society always needed a title (even if she and Ansgar both disliked them), so she’d don the girlfriend moniker for the sake of appearances.

“Making sure the varnish is still on the door,” her mother quipped, pointing at the closet door that Joline had opened and closed at least four dozen times.

“Tell your jokes. I think I may go mad.”

Emelie crossed the threshold of her daughter’s room and eased herself into a seated position on the foot of the bed amongst at least half the contents of the closet. Her back played her up, and Joline couldn’t help but notice the favor and attention given to the act of sitting. It worried her more than she’d ever admit or confront her mother with.

Joline often said when anyone asked of her mother’s condition that there were good days and there were bad days. She rarely spoke of the mediocre or stable days, and never in great detail. Save Elias. Elias lived through some of the brutally painful days when their mother could barely stand for the aches in her back and legs. Elias listened to Joline’s tears of terror that their mother might not live till morning for the bouts of vomiting.

Joline couldn’t share that family business with anyone but Elias. She wasn’t embarrassed by the progression of her mother’s disease, and didn’t resent her decision to move back to Sweden to care for her either. She was glad to do it, proud to be there when her best friend needed her. She merely didn’t utter the words because it would make time infinitely smaller, her borrowed time with her mother even shorter. Make the truth of it a reality, even more than the rounds of meds and constant surveillance.

It was a form of denial that Joline lived to keep her going day to day, to continue working at the opera house, to even date. If she let herself think about it, consider the real possibility of her mother’s fate, she’d shrivel like a raisin in the sun or cease to exist herself. Life without her mother wasn’t a life at all.

“Why the neurotic emptying of your closet?”

Joline threw a floral print summer dress into the pile of ‘possibility but not really feeling it.’ She blew out an exasperated breath. “What the fuck do I know about corporate functions?”

Emelie smiled a closed mouth grin. “Do what I did when your father took me, fake it. Fake it till it hurts. Then do something entirely scandalous when you get a minute alone with your… date.”

“Mother!”

“Your partner? Date… whatever he is. You do nothing different than when you do your theatre hoity-toity gigs.”

“That’s business.”

“So is this,” Emilie pointed out sagely, “Just not your business.”

Joline flung her closet door open again, hoping an option would jump out at her and scream, ‘Pick me! Pick me!’ Instead everything hung lifelessly in her closet looking utterly drab and inappropriate. She sighed dejectedly. “I’ve turned into her… one of those girls that fusses about every detail.”

Emelie curled her arms around each other and rested them under breasts. “Jojo, you can be as girly as you need to be… no judgement here. I won’t spill.”

Joline sighed and glanced at the clock on her mobile that rested on the chest of drawers. Too little time…

“Daughter,” her mother intoned cautiously, “I hate to be that mother, but I’m going to be this one time.”

The younger Lindberg woman turned to her mother, drawn in by the concern she heard there. “Is he good to you?”

The question caught her off guard and unprepared for answering. The instant attraction between her and Ansgar and the subsequent time spent in each other’s company felt too new, almost unstable to tell anyone else about. Even her best friend. She needed to sort herself before she could explain to anyone else… at least until her mother confronted her. “By all appearances, we shouldn’t work, mama. I know that. He’s everything I thought I didn’t want. An executive. A celebrity by Stockholm standards. Arrogant, assertive arsehole.”

“I swoon at the thought, dearest.”

“And yet, there’s a generosity to him, a willingness to help, and he’s brilliant.” She shivered as her mind played back another intimate moment she shared with Sgar, when her body sank onto him and bliss of their gentle joining stalled her heart. “He’s good to me. At least he’s trying to be.”

Hardly the typical mother, Emelie stepped into that role with surprising ease when it came to her youngest. She’d read the gossip columns about Ansgar Martinsson, his estranged wife, and suspect incident regarding another former employee of Martinsson Construction. She wasn’t one to believe gossip, but the overwhelming amount of it surrounding the owner and CEO gave her pause.

The love bites she caught sight of on her daughter didn’t help endear him to her either.

*~*~*~*~*~

“Shit!” Joline cursed when she heard the bell ring at the front door. She tucked in her long-sleeved white blouse, leaving the tops buttons undone, into a cream and blue diamond linen skirt. She shoved her feet into pale blue heels and roughly combed her fingers through her loose hair to get it to behave.

“Your chariot is a tesla,” her mother muttered from the hallway where she hovered. “Well, fuck me…” she blew out on a whistle.

“Mama!”

“Don’t blame me! I didn’t think Teslas could run on the working class oxygen that we store out here.”

Joline grabbed her clutch, a pair of earrings, a ring to put on her finger and an extra lipstick before she breezed past her mother to the stairs. She left a peck on her cheek and instructions to take it easy. She sidestepped down the steps as the bell sounded once more. Breathlessly, she got to the door and glanced up the stairs to make sure her mother was out of sight. She opened the door a wedge and squeezed herself out the smallest gap she could, closing the door behind her.

“I kept you waiting, I’m sorry,” she tried to sound carefree, but she didn’t feel it. All six foot two of Ansgar stood tall and proud in front of her house, feet from her mother, and she thought she might faint. Dizzy with nerves, she kissed him quickly and began to lead him towards his car. “Time got away from me.”

“Slow down, darling,” he stated calmly, catching her arm and tugging her back to him. “We’re in no rush,” he purred, petting his hands over her hair. “You look… incredible.”

Joline felt him entwine his fingers with hers and urged her into his embrace. “Sgar, the neighbors will talk.”

“Then let’s give them something to discuss, at length.” He cupped her cheeks between his hands and brought her lips to his for a long engaged kiss. The passion in his kiss was enough to melt the iron of the little mail slots on all the doors of the neighborhood. “I’ve been anxious for that,” he murmured against her lips.

“You look good too,” she said dumbly, a delayed response, her senses melted at her feet on the path between her front door and the street.

Ansgar led her to the car, opened th e door for her and offered her a hand to guide her into soft, soft, silky smooth leather bucket seats. The new car smell assaulted her nose, and nearly knocked her out from sensory overload. Ansgar’s kiss, heady and sensual, his car, sinful and decadent, the leather, sexy and luxurious.  

He closed the door when she was safely inside and stepped around to the driver’s side, folding himself into the bucket seat. He took her hand again, once he’d pulled away from the kerb. Traffic moved freely as they inched along to the park entrance.

“So partner….” She began.

“Partner is it?”

“When your tongue isn’t in my mouth, kissing me stupid.”

He laughed, bringing her hand to his lips, his eyes on the road ahead.

“I reviewed all the designs from last season, and I think I found where the plans were changed and the bulbs were all switched around. The lighting designer from last season was asked not to come back… this was before I was brought on. Seems he left a parting gift,” she explained in as few words as possible. She knew the name well enough, as the short-tempered Welch man had left a lot of her crew sour. “But I might still have a sympathizer among my ranks. I may need to borrow your eyes next week, when we start load-in.”

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For just $64.99 This pink peruvian opal necklace pendant is wire wrapped in silver and completely handmade by me. This is my own original design and is entirely unique. If you are looking for something eye catching and one of a kind I can guarantee that you will not see similar piece anywhere unless it's also one of mine! Please note that the stone pictured is a sample only, yours will be the same color, size and shape but there will be some natural variations. About the Stone: The stones I use in this design are natural delicate pink and light ivory peruvian opal and some have black veins and inclusions.. If you have a preference for a more pink or more ivory stone please let me know and I will try to accomodate you This the most durable variety of opal and is a favorite of jewelers everwhere. The Wrap: The inspiration for this wrap is in the beautiful Cherry blossoms that you see everywhere in the Northwest in the spring.This dramatic and elegant pendant is approximately 2 1/4 inches long by 1 1/2 inch wide and is wrapped with special 1/10 sterling silver filled wire. The included chain is silver filled with a lobster claw clasp and 20 inches long, which puts it at the top of the décolletage for most women but I can make a custom length at no extra charge if you'd prefer. Just indicate what length you'd like when you order. I ship all of my creations in a carefully padded mailer and for a limited time I'm including a hand folded origami gift envelope with an original watercolor sketch of mine on the outside! You can see examples of the gift envelopes in the last pic. These are examples only since each envelope is hand painted. Yours will be a surprise! A cloth gift bag is also included along with a free polishing cloth to keep your purchase sparkling! Please contact me if you'd like a unique custom pendant in precious or semi precious stones for yourself or as a one of a kind gift for a holiday or special gift occasion! Since every piece I make is unique,...

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Custom Bundle Reserved: E-Y 🙏🤗.

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For just $7.95 Make shipping fun for you and your customers and loved ones with these Beautiful and Top quality Colorful Bubble Mailers! This listing is for 25 pack! Three of our most Popular Colors all in one Package! Vibrant Self adhesive peel and seal Poly bubble mailers will help you emerge from the competition! Just choose from the drop down menu what colors work best for you! These fun #000 Mailers have 3/16 Air bubble protection with 4x7 inches of usable space! If you do not see the color combination that you like just write in the buyers notes at checkout what colors that you like and you can choose whatever fun colors that you like! We can also do any quantity that works best for you! *Tints may vary slightly from monitor to monitor..