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The Five Times I Hooked Up with Mary Goore (and the One Time I Couldn’t) - Chapter 3

Summary: I swallowed roughly and let out a shaky breath. What I was experiencing wasn’t feelings. No, it was need, and the anticipation of an orgasm from Mary paired with my own touch deprivation was all it took to bring me to the edge. 

And I hoped that tomorrow he’d fucking push me off.

Rating: Explicit, 18+ MDNI

Mary Goore x OFC / 11.4k words

Warnings: language, vaginal sex, graphic depiction of manual stimulation, recreational drug use, alcohol, mention of death/post-mortem care

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Chapter Three : Hook-up #3: The Kitchen

It had been a while since I’d been out in public past 3 am. Hell, it’d been a while since I’d made it to last call. 

Tonight had been one of Thomas’ band’s bigger shows, and this time, it didn’t take much begging from Des for me to join in on the fun. It was the weekend which meant work was a distant thought easily shelved to the back corner of my mind. After a couple too many cheap tequila shots and a peer-pressured beer before drinks were cut off at the venue, I felt loosened but content, and I made no argument to Mark’s suggestion to hit up an all night restaurant for some greasy food to soak up the booze that coated our stomachs. 

So, here Mark, Des, and I sat at a rounded booth at a 24-hour diner as we waited for the rest of the group to join us. Cracked vinyl scratched against the backs of my knees and the dark yellow foam all but clawed its way through the time-worn rips. As I crossed a leg over the other, my arms came to fold underneath my chest and rest against the chipped tabletop, lost in unimportant thought. 

“Doll,” A hazy voice tickled my ear and began to break me from my daydream. “—hey, Dahlia!” 

I jerked a bit as I felt a hand brush my shoulder and looked up to see Thomas, Greg, Mary, and another one of Thomas’ band mates that I couldn’t remember the name of for the life of me. 

“Mind letting us in?” Thomas asked, hand just barely reaching out to motion to the empty booth seating beside me. 

“Oh! Yeah, sorry,” I chuckled a little, tone more embarrassed than I’d like to admit, and slid out of the booth to let Thomas slide in next to Des. The momentarily nameless drummer and Greg popped in beside Thomas, leaving myself and Mary to squeeze in last. Mary gestured to the seat as if to nonverbally say ‘go ahead,’ and I crammed myself in next to Greg. Mary slid in beside me, weirdly careful not to accidentally knock elbows or brush his leg against mine in the close quarters. I tried not to think anything of it.

Greg dipped forward over the table and grabbed at the small stack of menus. He tossed one to Mary and I before distributing a few more across the table. I pushed the sticky, laminated menu closer to Mary and relaxed my forearms against the stained tabletop. 

As everyone settled, chatter about the show was drummed up and compliments were slued around the table to the three sweaty musicians that occupied the booth. They explained that they were held up by the venue and a nearly stolen guitar, though luckily no fists were thrown and the instrument had been misplaced by the bassist by accident. 

The conversation was cut short by an older employee approaching our table, apron tied high over her robust hips, and she looked around at our motley crew before asking what we wanted to order. She had a gritty voice — tone so rough that I could visualize the sandpaper coating her vocal cords — but her kind, tired eyes showed through the otherwise roughened demeanor. 

We took turns ordering and by the end of the ordeal, I debated submitting the waitress’s name for a Presidential Medal of Freedom for the sheer amount of patience she demonstrated with a group of overly drunk adults. 

Thomas and Des had decided to share a fairly large breakfast platter and a ginger ale (and due to the queasy look on Des’ face when Thomas ordered it, I imagined that most of the food would be sanctioned to Thomas while the ginger ale was her futile attempt to even out the alcohol-to-stomach acid ratio in her gut). Mark insisted on a burger, and Greg had (almost too quickly) insisted on an entire chocolate silk pie. The drummer, who I was now certain was named Vince, stuck with the carafe of coffee we had requested, while I ordered French toast and extra crispy bacon. I had jokingly requested it to be nearly cremated, which did not amuse the waitress. Mary stuck with pancakes. 

As the waitress bustled off to ring in our food, Greg raised an eyebrow at Vince. 

“You’re going to try to eat my pie, huh, asshole?” He said disbelievingly. 

The drummer shrugged and leaned back in the booth. “Ask me nicely enough and I’ll eat your ass, too,” he said with a wink, puckering his lips for a kiss before earning a swift shove in the shoulder and what I swore sounded like a “fuck you”. I heard Mary and Mark laugh and I couldn’t help the chuckle that seeped past my lips. 

Feeling a little bolder after settling down with our anything-but-ordinary group, I leaned a couple inches closer to Mary, our height difference putting my cheek close to his jaw. 

“Never pegged you as a pancake man, Mary.” I said quietly enough for him to hear (or at least I had hoped). “It’s oddly endearing.” I smirked at him from his side, flashing my own grey eyes with a snarky glance. 

Mary raised his eyebrows with near mock disapproval. “Almost as endearing as you giving post mortem instructions for your breakfast side,” he quipped, his own stare never leaving mine as he fumbled with the paper tie on his silverware.  

“At least I didn’t order something with a face on it,” I shot back, referring to the whipped cream and strawberry smiley face that came with every stack of pancakes. 

Mary shrugged. “Cremation tends to get rid of the face, doesn’t it? I’m sure your order had one at one point.”

I shot him a glare that bordered on playful and somewhat offended, and before I could even open my mouth to retort, the waitress returned with a large carafe of drip coffee and enough mugs for each of us, announcing that she would be back with Des’ ginger ale in a moment. Vince all but tackled Greg to get to it, knocking elbows as he quickly filled up his cup. The acidic, distinct smell drifted across the table to settle between us, and after Greg poured his own mug, I filled a couple for Mary and I. 

Vince took a sip of the blackened liquid in his mug and almost groaned, while Greg shook his head, adding a packet of sugar to his own. “Oh, hey, Mary,” Greg began, “you think you could fill in on bass on Wednesday when we play at The Shredder? Pete has to work and if he calls out again, he’ll get fired.”

Mary took a sip from his own steaming mug. “Can’t man,” he said. 

Vince looked past me to Mary, leaning forward a bit over the table, “Fuck, why not?” he asked. 

Mary shrugged and looked down at his cup. “I have plans.”

Greg raised his eyebrow at Mary. “Dude,” he began, his tone growing a little more combative and most definitely annoyed, “if you don’t want to do it, just say so.”

“I fuckin told you man, I’m busy.”  Mary’s voice was now somewhat louder as he leaned forward to peer around me and back at the two bandmates, his sandy hair falling like a curtain over his left side as if to unknowingly shield other tables from the conversation. 

I could feel the tension building between the three men. In my still drunken haze, I reached forward to grab a single-serve plastic container of coffee creamer and stabbed the paper top with my fork. 

“Can’t you reschedule or something? This is important. We can’t cancel this gig,” Vince pleaded, his own tone much more reserved, and if anything, a little desperate. 

 “Sorry, I don't know what to fucking tell you,” Mary started, lifting his hands up halfway in the air as if to punctuate his point, his annoyance now glaringly obvious. 

I could feel the anxiety at the conflict rising in my chest as he spoke. In the middle of his sentence, I had turned the creamer cup upside down and squeezed it into my coffee, four streams of the thick, room temperature dairy squirting audibly into my cup. “Mooooooooo!” I droned out in a low tone as I roughly milked the container like an udder. 

“-I can’t exactly fucking reschedule my mom’s birthday- why the fuck are you mooing?!” Mary’s gaze shot over to me as he interrupted himself, a look of frustration painted on his features. 

I didn’t exactly know what to say, so I kept my widened eyes locked on his, fingers still kneading the plastic creamer as it let its last few drops into the mug. A round of snickers bordered the table at this and I licked my lips and swallowed.

“Just, uh…breaking the tension…” I murmured, folding my lips under my teeth in defeat. 

Luckily, Vince’s voice sliced through Mary and I’s tense moment. “…you’re missing a show for your mom’s birthday?” He looked at Mary as if he had grown another head and chuckled incredulously at him. 

Thomas, who has been chatting with Mark and Des on the other side of the table, must have overheard this as he suddenly cut in with a serious retort. “Don’t talk shit on Mary’s mom, man. She’s fucking rad.” His face stretched into a defensive scowl as he turned to Vince. 

Mark, who had decided to finally get his own mug of brew, quickly poured the rest of the carafe into the final mug. Thomas must have gotten his own cup earlier. “She helped out when they couldn’t afford some of their gear,” he explained emptying some creamer into the now cooling coffee, sans mooing, “used to drive us to shows when we were younger, too.”

I knew that Mary and Thomas definitely went back a ways, but I had no idea they had been friends for that long. Even more surprising was that Mark was also included in their history. I suppose I had assumed that they would have all been in the same band if they had been close for so many years, which even in my intoxicated state, I realized was ridiculous.

Tail between his legs, Vince mumbled something to the effect of “let us know if something changes” and shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he drank from his chipped mug, eyes cast down at the stained laminate. 

The table grew awkwardly silent for a quick beat, which luckily was broken as the elderly waitress sauntered over with a couple of large, oval-shaped plates in hand. She set down what appeared to be the greasiest burger I’d ever laid eyes on right in front of Mark. Thomas and Des’ shared heaping breakfast platter of eggs, bacon, and hash landed at their place setting and Des (who looked notably less queasy) quickly snatched a triangle of sourdough toast to munch on. I took the opportunity to break the ice with Mary while everyone was distracted by the wafting aroma of diner food. 

“For what it’s worth, I think it’s sweet of you,” I said softly as I leaned in, just close enough so that he could hear my compliment. I looked up at him and flashed him a softened smile. 

Mary looked at me with a millisecond of surprise before his own features relaxed a bit, and I swore I could see a hint of a redness creep onto his cheeks. I filed away to save for later - I had made the infamous Mary Goore blush. 

“What are you getting your mom for her birthday, Goore?” Des’ mouth smacked on her toast as she all but sputtered out the words. Yep, I thought, looks like she’s feeling better enough to pry. The girl may be hot, but she wasn’t always the most couth.

Mary ran a hand through his hair, raking his fingers through to the nape of his neck. “No clue” he sighed, “she’s fucking difficult to shop for.”

“Why don’t you just make her something?” Des replied, crumbs dotting her lips and threatening to fly as she chewed. 

Mary let out a chuckle and grinned in response. “I gave up on the macaroni crafts years ago,” he said, tone dripping with sarcasm. 

Des rolled her eyes and reached over to grab a strip of bacon from the breakfast platter, earning her a side-eye from Thomas. “I meant, like, dinner,” she clarified. 

The waitress returned with Greg’s pie and a stack of small plates. She sat down the pie in the middle of the table and Vince reached towards it, Greg slapping his hand as he swooped in to scoot the pie closer to him. He waved his hand as if to say “we won’t need those” as the waitress tried to set the dessert plates on the table. 

Mary shook his head at Des. I couldn’t tell if he was used to Greg’s antics or if he just wasn’t paying attention. “Already have that part covered. We do Chinese takeout every year. Birthday tradition.” 

By now, Thomas was stuffing eggs into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in weeks, and I was impressed with Des’ fortitude in keeping a straight face at the sight. “Dessert?” he said after swallowing. 

“Just make her a cake or something,” Mark added, dipping a fry in the ketchup slathered on Thomas’ eggs. 

“Or a pie!” Greg added. I turned to my right to see him with an abnormally large slice of chocolate silk in his hand, filling and chocolate shavings dripping down his fingers as he began to chomp at it like a slice of pizza. This was apparently the line for Des — she looked at him with an expression of pure disgust— something short lived as her face seemingly lit up with an idea.  

“Doll could help you!” Des waved the stub of bacon at Mary, before motioning it towards me. “She’s great at baking.”

Mark groaned in delight, eyes rolling up at the ceiling dramatically. “That cake you made Tommy was killer. Are you sure you didn’t put crack in it?”

This earned a genuine laugh from me, and I took a small sip of my now cooled coffee. “The only powder I fuck with is sugar,” I jest.

“Seriously, Mary, you should have Dahlia help you,” Des said soberingly, earnestness etched in her voice, “This is her wheelhouse.”

This time, it was my cheeks that began to flush. She wasn’t wrong. I had spent years honing my baking skills and often used them to cope with stress or as a way to show my love for friends and family. Hell, I’d made her more snickerdoodles than I’d like to count. Despite this, I still felt a deep discomfort at my talents being broadcast in front of a table of much more talented musicians. I’d always longed to have a “real” talent — one I could hang my hat on at the end of the day — but whatever higher power that existed (if one existed) decided to grant me the power of edible chemistry. To humor me, they also added a slow metabolism and abysmal self-control. 

I paused for a couple of seconds before turning my head to look at Mary. He had been staring at me, for how long I wasn’t sure, but I drank in the strands of hair that framed his sharp jaw peppered in stubble, tracing the line of his strong brow bone that seemed to mellow whenever I tried to study the meaning behind his eyes. I wet my bottom lip with the tip of my tongue before casting him a small smile, hoping he’d pick up on the telepathic signal that of course I’d be happy to help, and curl my fingers around the pitted ceramic glaze of my mug. 

He returned the look, and for a moment, I felt as if my guts were melting into my ass. I’d been staring, AGAIN, and not only had he caught me, but he seemed to be figuring out just how to make my knees weak as he spoke. “Yeah, maybe.”

Much to my relief, the waitress came back once more, nearly out of breath as she plopped my french toast down in front of me. She muttered out an apology and explained that a few more tables had arrived and they were understaffed. Mary’s plate came next, sliding across the smooth surface of the table as it landed inches from the edge. 

I grabbed a crisp piece of bacon and chomped down on it as I looked at Mary’s stack of flapjacks. The once beaming face of fruit and whipped cream had turned into an almost unrecognizable blob of melted goo and droopy berries that weirdly resembled Sloth from The Goonies, only incapacitated. A giggle bubbled up from my stomach and I clasped a hand onto Mary’s shoulder, leaning in to murmur in his ear. 

“Looks like yours is ready for post-mortem care, afterall, Goore.”

 🜏🜏🜏

A few days and a pounding hangover later, I lazed on my living room couch with a homemade smoothie in one hand and my phone in the other. My cat, Bones, was perched in my lap as I listened to the light rain pelting the window pane across the room. It was a lights-off kind of evening. Although it was still bright enough for some of the glow to filter in through the glass, it was dim in the small front room, and I felt it the perfect ambiance for comfortable socks and silent scrolling. Nights like these weren’t made for the radiant glow of TV against the walls. 

To put it simply, today was shit. My coworker, who was habitually late to arrive, showed up hours late to work with not as much as a peep as to why. Though I wasn’t the kind of person to continuously cover for her irresponsible ass, I knew that if both our responsibilities weren’t done by the end of the day, it wouldn’t matter who arrived on time and who arrived late: we’d both be fucked. So, in true pushover fashion, I sped through both of our laundry lists of tasks in remarkable time. The clock was pushing 4PM when I finally sat down to shove a KIND bar in my mouth as some sort of respite meal. 

After any other difficult day at work, I’d likely be downing a glass of wine or sucking the life out of my vape pen, but the taste of this past weekend still hung heavy on my tongue and threatened to turn my stomach every time I thought of it. I’d seriously contemplated skipping dinner and going straight to bed. Still, my grandmother’s voice hung heavy in the back of my mind as I passed the fridge and I begrudgingly plopped some frozen fruit, spinach, yogurt, and juice into my blender. If I didn’t have the energy to cook my meal, I’d just have to liquify it. 

As Bones purred aimlessly in my lap, I rubbed my feet together in circles, enjoying the feel of my cotton socks on my sore soles and the comfort of the throw pillow tucked haphazardly underneath them. I swiped past various poems, artwork, and occult content on my screen, sipping my green drink intermittently, and tried to mollify my anxious (and still very much frustrated) mind. Unexpectedly, my phone vibrated, a message popping up in the notification bar on my screen from an unrecognized number. 

hey 

I crinkled my eyebrows and opened the text message. There was no history of a conversation and a quick search of my contacts turned up nothing. I contemplated just ignoring it, but I could see the unmistakable three dots dancing underneath the text.

is that offer still open?

I rolled my lips over my teeth in thought and wracked my brain to try to think about what the mystery person was referring to. Nothing came to mind. I quickly typed out and sent a response. 

Who is this?

Again, the three dots flashed - this time just briefly before the sender replied. 

Mary

All the progress I’d made in stilling the stressed leech feeding in the pit of my stomach instantaneously vanished. Mary and I weren’t really on texting terms. We’d seen each other around more than a handful of times since the first night we officially met at Thomas’ house party. Yes, we’d gotten to know each other in ways that I didn’t know my other friends, but in no way were we close. We didn’t make any efforts to see each other — especially just the two of us. Just like Mary said during our roof rendezvous: we were two people engaging in some platonic head. There were no feelings, no complications, and no expectations. Still, just the thought of exchanging words back and forth made my chest palpate and my muscles tense. Why the fuck am I anxious right now? I found myself thinking. I let out a slow breath, shook my head, and tapped out a response, his own lighting up my screen a split second later. 

Oh hey. Which offer?

The baking one. For my moms birthday It’s cool if you cant

I barely realized the smile pulling at the corners of my lips. Mary hadn’t seemed that interested when we talked about it at the diner. I felt a tug of pride swell deep within me that he’d reach out to me privately for help with something important to him. 

I can help. Are you wanting a cake? Orrrr

Yea sure

Flavor?

Shit I didn’t think about that. Ummmm Not chocolate

I let out an audible snort at his answer. From the little I’d gotten to know about Mary, he wasn’t one to extrapolate. 

Very specific, Goore. Thanks.

Her birthday is Wed. When should I be over there to help and what do you want me to bring?

I stared at the screen for a minute and chewed at the chapped skin forming on my bottom lip to quell the flop of the smoothie in my stomach. I’d just assumed that Mary had wanted me to make the cake for him, but no, he wanted me to help him make it. The two of us. And apparently, at my place. 

I opened the calendar app on my phone and scrolled through Tuesday to confirm I hadn’t committed to anything else before shakily sighing and typing out a text back.

Tomorrow at 5? I have everything here.

Cool. Address?

394 Rosway

See ya then

I plopped the phone down on the cushion space beside me and inwardly groaned. This would be the first time that I’d be intentionally meeting with him alone. I hadn’t really hung out with a guy in a pre-planned way since I’d been with Brody. Each time Mary and I had been around each other, the night had started with another purpose in mind, another social reason to share the same space. 

Bones chirped from my lap, his yellow eyes nearly glowing up at me as he studied my response in the muted evening light. Had I known any better, he was using the moment to comment on my reaction. 

 “It’s just a friend helping out a friend. I’d do the same for Des,” I said, reaching out to pet his soft fur before quickly adding, “-or Thomas, for that matter.”

Bones exhaled, his arms reaching out in a stretch with claws curled before spiraling into a sleeping position, chin resting on my thigh. I followed suit, sinking back into the comfort of the couch cushions that enveloped me, shutting my eyes as my smoothie glass found its way to the side table. It took a conscious effort to bat away at the butterflies rounding about in my gut. I didn’t know why my body was reacting this way. Friendships with guys weren’t a new concept to me, and that’s what this was — a friendship. One still in its infancy. 

Nevertheless, snapshots like movie stills stretched across my closed eyelids. My dress hugging Mary’s thighs as he moved his fingers inside me. His hand clasped against my mouth as he purred out “Shhh,” emerald eyes hooked on my own slate ones. My legs squeezing the sides of his head, golden brown locks of his hair brushing past my thighs as I came undone on his mouth. His spend dripping down my thr-

I swallowed roughly and let out a shaky breath. What I was experiencing wasn’t feelings. No, it was need, and the anticipation of an orgasm from Mary paired with my own touch deprivation was all it took to bring me to the edge. 

And I hoped that tomorrow he’d fucking push me off. 

 🜏🜏🜏

I’d managed to leave work a whopping ten minutes earlier than I’d expected to, which I’d hoped was enough to allot extra time to take a shower before Mary stopped by. Luckily, working through lunch had actually allowed me to leave my job an hour earlier than usual, so I was ahead of schedule. I’d managed to make a strawberry filling for the cake before I’d left earlier this morning, and I’d crossed my fingers multiple times throughout the day hoping that it’d be set enough to use by the time he arrived. 

After filling Bones’ bowl with kibble and tossing my keys on the counter, I kicked off my shoes and beelined to the bathroom. I glanced down at the clock on my phone. 4:30. I only had a half hour. 

Tying my hair up in a claw clip, I stepped into the steam of the shower and soaped up in a matter of minutes. After a quick shave and final rinse, I stepped out, dried off, and reapplied some basic makeup before unclipping my tresses.

I ran my fingers through the strands to release the few tangles that had gathered throughout the day and made my way back into my bedroom to scout my closet for something to wear. I found myself flipping through the hangers of dresses before stopping myself. I had zero reason to dress up. I was baking, afterall, and this wasn’t a date or a social outing. I opted for a pair of black leggings and an old Misfits tee, leaving my feet bare. 

The next fifteen minutes began with me setting out the ingredients and baking tools we’d need, but my flow was continuously interrupted by my mind’s need to tidy the house. After the fifth interruption, I scolded myself. You’re not inviting the damn Queen to dinner, Doll. I shook my head and threw the shoes I’d absentmindedly picked up back in the living room. A living room needed to look lived in, after all — and the dishes in the sink could go fuck themselves.

A knock on the door brought me back from my mental argument and I padded through the short hallway with a withheld breath to unlock it. Beyond the oak entryway stood Mary in a ripped Carcass tee, jeans, his infamous leather jacket, and Chuck Taylors, his hair falling around his shoulders in messy light brown waves. His left hand clutched onto a couple of grocery bags, while his right was miraculously slid into the tight confines of his studded pocket. 

“Hey,” I stepped to the side and shot him a quick warm smile. “Come on in.”

Mary made his way through the threshold and I clicked the heavy door shut behind him, turning to watch him take in his surroundings. His hand still shoved in his pocket, I studied his reaction to my small home, the bag hung around his wrist swishing slightly as he scanned his head from left to right. 

The house I occupied was fairly small — just about 1,000 square feet — and was old. I didn’t mind the size. On the contrary, it was the perfect set up for a single person and I felt that the old cottage feel gave the home character. The breezeway into the house was short and opened up to the left into the quaint living room. Just past the end of the living area, a doorway led straight ahead into a dinette attached to an open kitchen poised on the left, while a doorway at the right opened up into a hallway that turned to the bedrooms and bathroom. 

“This place is yours?” He asked before craning his neck to look at me. 

I nodded. “Yep. Just me.” I went to shove my hands in my own pockets before remembering that I’d chosen leggings and awkwardly sliding them down my thighs as if I’d totally meant for it to happen. “Well, and Bones,” I added as I felt the black feline rub up against my ankle.

Mary crouched down and offered his hand out to the cat, who tentatively sniffed it, whiskers twitching, before slowly approaching the leather-clad man. Bones rubbed his cheek against the outstretched hand and let out a soft purr when Mary began scratching under the feline’s cheek. My mind flashed back to our conversation as we’d walked from the convenience store to the roof that one night so many weeks ago, and my lips curled with nostalgia as warmth pooled in my gut. Mary wasn’t joking about being an animal person. 

I realized that he was still holding the bags and I suddenly felt like a huge asshole and terrible host for not offering to help. “Here, let me grab those,” I said as I reached forward, taking the plastic bags before pivoting to move down the hallway. The bags were heavy. “What the hell did you bring, Goore?” I asked him lightly with a chuckle as I walked through the threshold to the kitchen area, plopping the bags on the countertop with an audible thunk. 

Mary followed and came up beside me, battle jacket having been discarded and thrown somewhere in the living room, before pulling the plastic sheathing down to reveal two bottles of cheap red wine and a two liter of Coca Cola. While it suddenly made sense why the bags were so heavy, I still had no idea what his thinking was behind the combination of drinks. 

“Red wine and Coke?” I questioned, turning to look at him quizzically. 

Mary was balling up the plastic bags. “You’ve never heard of a calimocho?” He slid past me into the kitchen over to the sink and opened up one of the cupboards beneath, closing it quickly before snapping the next one open to find the trash can. 

“...I can’t say I have.” I replied as he tossed the trash in and made his way back to the wide, open countertop, grabbing one of the bottles of wine. Luckily, he’d bought one with a twist-off top, so there was no need to worry about a cork. He mirrored the action with the bottle of Coke, and I shifted to grab a couple of tumbler glasses from the cabinet before filling them with ice.

I set down the glasses and watched as he poured in enough red wine to fill the glass about halfway in each. He topped both off with the cola and gave each a quick swirl before handing one off to me. I accepted the glass tentatively from him and lifted it to my nose. The smell was distinctly soda-like, but the earthy, sweet, spiciness of the wine came through as I took a large inhale. 

“The last time I trusted your drink-making choices, Mary, the result was a watery beer in a leaky gas station cup,” I said as I lowered the glass from my nose. 

Mary scoffed. “That was an impulse buy. This is a real drink - one of my Basque buddies introduced me to them a few years back.” He reached out his cup and clinked it against mine, causing a bead of the liquid to drip down over his rough fingertips. I felt a pang of heat in my core as I thought about those fingers curling inside of me. Stop it, I scolded to myself. 

We both took a sip and as soon as the drink hit my lips, I let out a surprised noise of delight. He wasn’t lying. It was ridiculously good. I took a small gulp before setting it back down on the counter. “Touche,” I admitted in defeat. 

A quick beat passed as Mary leaned back against the counter, sipping his drink, and I shook my head and clasped my hands together awkwardly. “Right, so,” I took a few steps to the counter space that hugged the near wall, facing him, “I was thinking of a vanilla bean cake with buttercream frosting and strawberry filling. Is that okay?”

Mary shrugged, but I could sense that instead of his usual nonchalance, his posture insinuated trust. “You’re the expert. I defer to you.”

We both put our drinks to the side and washed our hands in the clean side of the sink (me trying not to imagine where those hands had been as the sudsy water slid over the chipped black paint that donned his fingernails) before setting up shop at the larger run of counter. I pulled my hair back into a high ponytail with the spare tie on my wrist. 

“Okay, so you have your dry ingredients and your wet ingredients,” I started, hand motioning to each pile of pre-organized ingredients that I’d set out for us. 

“Are the dry ingredients hard to please or are the wet ones just perpetually horny?” he asked with a smirk. I shot him a look and he put his hands up to his chest in defense. “Just curious!”

I ignored the comment and grabbed a glass bowl to place in front of him, before playfully shoving a box of cake flour to his chest. “Put three cups of cake flour in here. Be sure to level each cup so they’re equal.”

Mary obeyed the instructions carefully, then added in the leavening ingredients and salt as I gave him directions for each, mixing them (albeit somewhat awkwardly) with a fork. 

“Dry ingredients are done. Now for the wet-” I shot him another look when he wagged his eyebrows at me with a smirk, “-unwrap both of the sticks of butter and plop them in here.” I pointed to the mixing bowl, then moved the paddle attachment aside to give him room. 

After the butter was added, Mary cautiously measured out the sugar and added it into the mixer. “I thought you said these were wet ingredients?” He questioned, pointing to the sugar. I let out a chuckle. 

“They are. Sugar is considered a wet ingredient because of how it acts with moisture.” I could see another one-liner brewing behind his eyes, but he must have gotten the hint that I was at least trying to be serious, because he bit his tongue. 

After showing Mary how to cream the sugar (“Gently - I don’t need to scrub chunks of butter off the walls!”) I watched in amusement as Mary tried to crack each egg without getting shells into the batter, a litany of curses following each egg as he had to fish the slippery pieces out with pinched fingers. Some vanilla bean paste and almond flavoring later, and we were ready to combine. 

“Okay, so we’re going to add the dry ingredients and the buttermilk in batches,” I said, turning my head to pick up the carton of buttermilk. As I looked away to grab the last ingredient, Mary dumped the flour into the mixing bowl and turned on the mixer, bumping the lever to full speed. 

A cloud of flour poofed up into the air, swirling around the both of us as if a midwestern tornado, and I fought the urge to cough as I tasted the salty baking soda that coated my lips. I flung forward and shut the mixer off. 

Turning around, I saw Mary shaking out his shirt with a guilt-ridden grin. A light dusting of the dry mixture coated his cheeks and brows, with some of it clinging to his hair. I let out a puff of air to blow the flour-smattered strand of hair from my eyes and looked at him with a seething glare that did a piss-poor job of hiding my amusement. 

“You’ve lost mixer privileges.”

Ten minutes and a quick sweep later, the batter was finished and poured into three round cake pans. After throwing them into the oven and setting the timer, we dusted ourselves off a little more thoroughly, grabbed our drinks, and headed to the living room to wait. 

I sunk into the right side of my plush brown couch with a large exhale, Mary rounding the other side of the couch to follow. Plopping my feet up on the coffee table, I leaned back, head rolling to the side to look at the metalhead next to me. 

I was expecting to meet his eyes, but instead, he was taking in the decor of my living room. The walls were a jewel-toned green (a painting project that Des and I took on a couple of years back) and the furniture, which was nearly all old and thrifted, contrasted the cool tones with warm wood and brass accents. An out-of-commission fireplace sat just in front of us, while a line of bookshelves stood soldier-straight against the right side of the back wall. A bar cabinet and plant shelves hugged the far right side of the room, while the left side held a series of paned windows floating above an old record cabinet. 

As Mary surveyed the room, I chewed on my lip, trying to drink in his reaction. His eyes roamed across the various paintings and prints I had hung on the walls, some of a more occult nature, while some boasted a more classic mix of impressionist influences. When he saw the record cabinet, he popped up and over, sitting cross-legged as he started to thumb through the crate of records beside it. 

“Quite the mix you’ve got here,” He said as he held up a Carpenters record with a smirk. I chuckled and nodded, turning to face him as I snuggled into the arm of the couch. 

“I like a lot of different types of music. Some of those are inherited, some I bought.”

I took a sip of my calimocho and watched as Mary perused the collection, stopping as he pulled out an Alice Cooper record. I nodded towards the turntable as if to say “go ahead.”

With Billion Dollar Babies playing in the background, Mary popped back onto the couch, converse skating across the tip of the coffee table as he leaned back with a sigh. My head was still turned to him, fingertips clutching the sweaty tumbler glass, and I took in the curve of his eyelashes and slope of his cheekbones. 

Other than the sounds emitting from the turntable, it was oddly quiet. Time with Mary was usually filled with easy conversation, but I was having trouble knowing exactly what to say. He must have picked up on this because he opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me, smirking.

“Do I still have shit in my hair or something?” he asked as he caught my stare. 

“Shut up,” I laughed, reaching over to throw a pillow at him. The tension seemed to break as he laughed, throwing the pillow back at me playfully. I smiled at him and brought my legs to criss-cross underneath me. 

Mary took a sip of his drink before setting it back on the coffee table. “Thanks for, uh, this. All this.” He reached up to scratch at the back of his neck somewhat nervously. 

I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s what friends do.” Reaching down, I dusted a little smear of leftover flour from my knee and continued. “She seems really special to you. Your mom, I mean.”

Mary mirrored my posture by turning to face me a little more head on. “Yeah, she is. She’s fucking great.” He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back a little, moving his legs from the table to cross one ankle over his knee. “She’s never been anything but supportive. Even when I fucked up. Or when I was too stubborn to listen to her.”

I cast him an encouraging smile, a look of both understanding and empathy on my face. “Just the two of you then?”

“Yeah,” Mary said with a sigh, reaching over to take another long drink of his calimocho. “Dad died when I was young.”

My eyes widened a little at this admission and my expression fell to one of concern. “I’m sorry. That’s-” I let out a shaky exhale, “...that’s really shitty.” I didn’t do well with death. I never knew how to comfort those who’d lost someone important to them. I mentally cursed myself for such a bland response, but Mary didn’t seem to mind.

“Eh, shit happens.” he swirled the half empty tumbler glass, ice cubes clinking against the cool shell. “Besides,” he shot me a playful smirk, “it left me with just the right amount of daddy issues to farm sympathy from hot chicks with nice tits and a penchant for leather.”

My face dropped for a split second before I let out an incredulous and obviously uncomfortable laugh. “Jesus Christ, Mary. What the fuck.”

He laughed and raised an eyebrow at me in response, taking another sip of his drink before standing up. “Refill?” he asked. I nodded and he disappeared into the kitchen to pour us another round. 

As I reclined a bit, my vision moved to study the patterns that danced across the painted plaster of the ceiling. Mary was starting to open up to me (even if it was in his usual “sarcastic Mary” way). I wondered if that meant there was an expectation that I also open up to him, or if sharing anything too personal would scare him off. He already knew about my bad breakup with Brody, but the majority of our conversations centered around music, movies, and our mutual connections. 

Mary gently clunked my glass against the top of my head to alert me that he was back, and I grabbed it with a small thank you. This time, he plopped down a little closer to me — our legs brushing up against each other — and I felt the skin prickle underneath the fabric of my leggings. 

“So, how’d you score such nice digs?” he asked, his right arm coming up to rest across the back of the sofa. 

I looked down at the ice in the cup. He must have replenished it, because the cubes were bigger, and each breath I took seemed to shake them just barely within the cup. “I inherited it,” I began, “From my grandma. She left it to me in her will when she passed.”

“No shit?”

“It’s been a point of contention in the family ever since.” I paused for a moment, trying to hide the sad smile that automatically painted the corners of my lips. “But I like it. It’s perfect for just me. I don’t have to worry about a house payment, and I’ve been able to transform it into my own space over time.”

Mary’s tone sobered a little as he shifted in his place on the sofa. “Do you like living alone?”

I pinched my brow in thought for a brief moment. “Most times,” I let out a breath. “It does get lonely. Des used to practically live here, but she’s got her own thing going now — which, good for her, of course — so… it’s just me most of the time.”

Mary leaned back a little, body still facing my own as he looked up and craned his head around to gaze at the decorated walls. “I’d love to have my own place. No one to clean up after except yourself. Walk around naked. Put shit wherever you want.” He stretched out his legs to rest on the coffee table once more. “I room with Mark and he can be a huge dick sometimes,” as if to make a point, he pointed the glass towards me, finger aimed dramatically, “and he snores.”

I let out a laugh and felt that warm, comfortable joy that Mary seemed to bring with him creep back into my stomach. “You’re welcome over here anytime you feel the urge to put a pillow over his face while he sleeps.”

Mary chuckled. “Cool, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Shifting in my seat to bring my legs underneath me, I took a long gulp of my drink, now feeling the buzzing effects of the red wine. I’d drunk enough that I was past the point of feeling drowsy and had safely arrived at feeling loosely confident. “Not to disappoint,” I started, a smirk blooming across my lips, “but I don’t walk around the house naked.”

“That’s easy to fix. You’ve already got the ‘put shit wherever you want’ part down pat.” Mary motioned towards the pair of shoes that I’d thrown earlier that sat towards the wall and I felt myself bristle, a touch of embarrassment coloring the apples of my cheeks (or maybe that was the wine?)

“Wow, asshole. Thanks for pointing out my flaws as I do you a favor.” I tugged my thumb backwards to motion towards the kitchen behind me, doing my best to ignore the innuendo he clearly wanted me to catch. 

The long-haired man in front of me leaned to the side to set his glass on the coffee table, kicking his feet off as he snaked his body closer to mine. “Sorry,” he began, legs adjusting as he started to close the distance between us, the volume of his voice lowering in both pitch and volume, “let me make it up to you.”

Mary’s hand reached out to clasp right above my knee, his thumb pressing into the meat of my leg just enough to drive home his point. By now I could feel his exhales dancing across the pores of my lightly freckled skin. It seemed that things had gone from zero to sixty in mere seconds. I lightly swallowed and my eyes traced a path across the Carcass logo hugging his chest and up his neck, landing on the lips that were now dangerously taunting me. 

I didn’t realize that I had been inclining towards him as well until his free hand grasped onto the back of my neck, my hair catching between his fingers as he pulled us together. Immediately, I noticed the tang of the Coke and wine on his lips and caught the faint smell of smoke lingering in his hair from a hours-past cigarette. 

A noise that was somewhere between a squeak of surprise and a whimper tumbled from my throat, just barely audible as it escaped into his own mouth, and I brought my hand to curl across the curve of his shoulder, thumb pressed to his fabric-covered collarbone. Nearly as soon as our lips met, he pulled away, but before I could complain, he dove back in with a tilt, opening his mouth to swipe his tongue across the soft bend of my bottom lip.

As we kissed on the couch, his thumb now curving around to press lightly on the side of my throat as he gripped my neck, the world seemed to pause in time. I was completely consumed by his taste, the feel of his fingertips against my skin, and the aggressive need that both of us breathed as our movements became more hurried. 

Mary’s right hand began to travel up the expanse of my leg, inching along to rest against the curve of my hip and ass, and I felt fire shoot through my ribcage as he squeezed the flesh there. Without another thought, both of my hands moved to slip underneath his shirt and dance along the skin underneath, warm and surprisingly soft against my fingertips. 

With a loud jolt, the timer to the oven began to sing, causing me to jump and Mary to pull away simultaneously. I cleared my throat just barely and raked my hand through my hair. “Timer to the, uh — cakes are ready to be taken out.”

I sprang up and into the kitchen to turn the blaring alarm off. Luckily, a quick test of the pans showed that each cake was almost perfectly cooked. I pulled them out and set them on the range to cool, tossing the tea towel I’d used as a potholder aside as I turned to face Mary, who’d followed me into the kitchen. 

“We, um, need to make the frosting while they cool,” I explained, motioning back toward the mixer. 

I couldn’t quite decipher the look on Mary’s face. He clearly wasn’t flustered by the quick makeout on the couch. In fact, he looked oddly composed, if not a little arrogant at my excitement. 

Pulling out a spare mixing bowl, I gestured towards the makeshift workstation with a slight swing of my head. Mary came up behind me and rested a hand on the countertop, caging me in. 

“You’ll want to add in both sticks of butter,” I said as I wet my lips, handing him the two sticks. He unwrapped them and plunked them into the bowl. As I turned it on, one of his hands came to rest on my hip, the other returning to the countertop. 

“What next?” His lips were just a couple of inches from my ear, eyes cast forward as he watched the rotating paddle. 

“V-vanilla,” I stammered out as I felt his fingertips squeeze at the meat of my hip. I closed my eyes and let out a breath. He picked up the vanilla and one of the measuring spoons, waiting until I nodded in response to his guess at the amount before letting it drizzle into the whirling mixer. 

His other hand grasped the other hip before traveling down my thigh, grasping onto the front as he twirled his wrist inward to dance between my legs. “...and then?”

My arm jutted out as if in reflex to grab the bag of powdered sugar resting against the backsplash. “Dry- urm - w-wet ingredients.” 

“Hmm,” his voice now sounded arguably more sultry — reminiscent of when he was shushing me on the couch with his fingers deep inside me — and I felt a shiver run down the length of my spine. “I’d help, but I lost mixer privileges. Maybe you should show me how to do it?”

I nodded and dumped half the bag in, pulsing the speed so as to not recreate Mary’s cloud from earlier, and waited a beat before pouring the rest in, repeating the motion. Once it combined, I drizzled some heavy cream in, fighting the urge to slam my eyelids shut at the chuckle that fluttered across my neck as Mary fought the urge to undoubtedly make a cum joke.

Careful not to elbow him, I scraped the sides of the bowl and mixed in the last bits of the dry powdered sugar before detaching it and setting it aside. Slowly, I turned around in his arms and looked up at him. The iconic Mary smirk was permanently etched into his face. I could tell he was having a field day with my reaction to him, and I cursed my inability to keep my shit together in front of the bullet-belted thrasher in front of me. 

It was silent for what seemed like ages but in reality was probably a few seconds. I half expected Mary to resume what we’d started on the couch, but after staring directly into my soul, he pushed back and dusted his hands before shoving them in his pocket. 

“Alright, what’s next?” he said coolly.

I nearly glared at him. Instead, I took a mental breath and grabbed the frosting, shoving it a little harder than I’d intended to into his chest. 

“The part you’re best at: getting frosting everywhere.”

Mary beamed. 

🜏🜏🜏

Mary continued his cool demeanor as we leveled the cakes, only breaking slightly when I gave him a piece of the scraps and he nearly moaned at the taste with a “Fuck, I made this?”

I showed him how to set and frost each layer, and when I turned around to grab the strawberry filling out of the fridge, I pretended not to see him swiping a taste of the frosting out of the bowl. Moments later, the cake was filled, the crumb-coat was completed and briefly chilled in the freezer, and I was showing Mary how to put on the final coat of frosting. 

He stood at the counter with the icing spatula in hand, rubbing the frosting against the side of the cake gingerly. I almost snorted at his dainty touch and reached around him, my front to his back as I grabbed his hand and directed it against the confection. 

“You can be more forceful. It’s not a porcelain doll.” 

Mary shot me a smug look. “Is that a subtle way of telling me you don’t like it rough, dollface?” 

I felt the familiar pang of heat at my insides and I fought back another groan before realizing the compromising position we were in. Taking matters into my own hands, I gripped onto his wrist a little more forcefully, pushing myself up against him as I peered around his height at the cake. 

“Not everything needs a delicate hand, Goore.” I snapped back, pushing his hand with the knife down to evenly coat the side of the cake, my other hand wrapping around him to turn the cake plate. As much as he tried to act unbothered, I could feel his breath pick up as my leg brushed against the back of his. 

We finished the final coat and I handed him the remaining strawberry filling, watching with amusement as he pooled it on top of the cake, letting it drip down the sides while commenting on how it wouldn’t be from him if it didn’t look at least slightly bloodied (which, to be fair, earned him a solid laugh from me). 

“Voila,” I said, standing back with my hands on my hips. Mary mirrored my action and I felt a soft warmth in my chest as I watched his proud reaction. “I’ll be right back to help move it into the fridge. Just give me a sec.”

I popped down the short hallway to the bathroom and quietly shut the door. Leaning over the vanity, I looked at myself in the mirror and studied my features. There was still a tiny bit of flour at the back of my scalp, and my leggings had a smattering of white fingerprints across them. Reaching down, I rinsed my hands with cool water before splashing some on my neck and drying it with a cool towel. This punk was going to be the death of me. 

When I returned to the kitchen, Mary turned around abruptly, the frosting bowl in one hand while the other was scooping a finger full of frosting into his mouth. 

“Go at it,” I chuckled, “You earned it.”

I met him in the kitchen and leaned back against the counter peninsula, arms crossed over my chest as I watched him with poorly hidden glee. 

“Just had to make sure you’re not trying to poison my mother,” he reasoned, and I laughed again, shaking my head. “This is seriously fucking tits, Doll.”

I felt the heat tinge in my face again. “Thanks, Goore.”

He moved toward me, taking his finger to scoop a bit more frosting before setting the bowl down beside me, his body now inches from mine. He held out the icing covered finger just millimeters from my lips and I thought about his chipped polish digging into my thighs. 

Parting my mouth, I dipped my tongue out just enough to lick at the tip of his finger before bringing it between my lips. He was right — the frosting was fantastic, but as I savored the sweet and salty creaminess that coated my tongue, I let my mind wander to how he tasted in my mouth not long ago as I lapped up the spend he shot down my throat. Maybe it was that thought that caused me to start sucking at his finger, eyes gazing doe-like upon his, while I swirled my tongue across his fingertip. 

I could have sworn that I saw Mary’s emerald eyes physically burn as he watched me, moving from flirty to completely feral as he popped the finger from my mouth and dipped his head in, tongue tracing against the line of my bottom lip. 

He pulled away, hunger still nearly evident as he grabbed onto the curve of my hipbone with his now frosting-free hand. 

“I think I missed some.”

With that, he crashed his mouth into mine, this time much harder, and he immediately shifted to deepen the kiss and roll his tongue against my own. His hands moved down to box me into the countertop and I whined, snaking my own arms up to loop around his neck as I pulled him fervently into me. 

All of my self-reserve clambered from my body. Despite feeling fairly sober from the mixed drinks, I knew my core had been poisoned with need — lust-drunk and willing. If Mary tried to take things further, there was no way I’d be able to resist. 

Gripping the backs of my legs, Mary pulled me to sit up on the wide, open countertop, and used his knee to kick my legs open as he gripped onto my lower back, all but shoving me into his lean frame. 

His hips rolled to grind against me and I let out a pleased hum against his lips. As my tongue danced against his own, lips moving as if in song, I could taste the saccharine proof of our time spent together, the vanilla mixing with an aftertaste of coke and wine and the flavor that was so distinctly Mary. I inhaled deeply against him through my nose, and felt my senses beam with the mix of smoke and his since shed-leather and my own growing arousal slick between my legs. I thought about his torso on top of mine, of the length I’d only felt in my mouth finally pumping into me, and my abdomen tensed at the vision painted behind my eyelids. 

My legs moved to wrap around Mary’s middle and he growled before he broke the kiss just briefly to pull at the hem of my tee shirt to rip it over my head, my bra immediately following. My arms returned to his middle and I began to fumble with the clasp to his metal-adorned belt, struggling just briefly before I heard it fall to the floor with a loud, heavy clunk. 

Mary took the opportunity to tear his own shirt off and toss it haphazardly behind him. Our lips came back together hungrily, nearly tearing at each other like we would wither without taking and giving and taking and giving, and I’m certain I almost broke the button to his jeans as I aggressively popped it open and ripped down the zipper fly. 

Even with the painted-on tightness of his jeans, they were down his legs in record speed, and he reached a hand down to awkwardly pull on the laces to his converse before shaking and kicking both them and his pants off, earning a giggle from me against his lips. His hands returned to my sides and I felt the pads of his thumbs dig into my pelvic bones wantonly, aggressively. As if I wasn’t just Doll, but his doll.  

Pulling back, I took in the sight of the man in front of me. My eyes flitted over the tattoos on each of his arms, raking over his shoulders and pecs as they trailed down his abdomen and to the trail of hair framing the waistband of his boxer briefs. This was the first time I’d seen him so exposed, skin on display, and I mirrored his feral gaze with my ashen eyes as I raked a hand through his golden brown locks, pulling him eagerly back to kiss me. 

Mary’s fingers dipped into the waistband of my leggings and he began to roll them down, almost hesitantly as if asking silent permission, so I moved to grab onto the edge of the counter and lifted my lower half to allow him to push them, along with my panties, down past my ankles. 

After I kicked the remaining clothing off my body, the cool air kissed at my skin, and I swallowed the feeling of exposure away while Mary closed the gap between us. I could feel his warmth as it tickled my goose-bumped flesh. His lips traveled down the line of my jaw to my neck, and I instinctively craned it to the side to allow him better access to the spot above my collarbone that made my knees putty. I could nearly feel myself dripping onto the counter beneath me, and his still-clothed cock twitched against my inner thigh. 

“Mary?” I let out breathlessly, eyes still closed at the sensation of lips on skin. 

He let out a low hum. “Mmm, dollface?”

I reached past the band of his boxer briefs and wrapped my hand around his shaft, holding it firmly before I started to stroke it. He let out a choked noise and I, myself, sputtered out, “Condom?”

Mary detached from my neck hastily and reached down to his jeans piled on the floor, rifling through the pockets until he found his wallet. I heard the unmistakable wrinkle of foil as he pulled the condom out, and I reached forward, snatching it from his hands eagerly before ripping it open. Mary shoved the fabric covering his cock down his legs, kicking them off mere seconds before I grabbed his length once more, expertly rolling the condom down to the base of him. His head dipped forward to my shoulder and he groaned out a breathy “fuck”. 

Reaching between us with one hand, Mary grabbed his member from my grasp, his other hand pulling my hips closer as he slid the tip of himself against the wetness of my pussy. He flicked it up and down teasingly, and I whined out, hands coming to clasp at his neck. 

My slick now coating him, Mary pushed my inner thigh to the side and lined himself up with my entrance before pushing in tantalizingly slow. It was as if he wanted me to feel each inch of him while he felt each clench of my muscles around him. 

We both let out breaths we didn’t know we had been holding. Mary pushed in to the hilt and I let out a slight gasping noise, an intake of breath at the pure fullness and stretch of him, and my forehead came to rest against his as our lips all but brushed against one another. 

“You are so goddamn tight,” he purred, pulling out halfway before sinking back into me. I uttered a moan, helpless and wanting, and he began moving more steadily in and out of my core. My legs wrapped tightly against his hips and backside and I finally connected our lips again, though the jolts of each of his thrusts served as distraction from my attempt to all but swallow him whole.

We moved like that, rhythmically at first before he picked up the pace, a hand coming to cup at my breast, thumb pressing at the nipple as he fucked me into the counter. My head unwillingly tipped back and though my eyes were open, my vision clouded with swirls of grays, purples, and fiery oranges at the heated sensations between my legs. 

Mary grabbed my breast roughly before reaching up to pull my chin down, thumb on my lip as he looked me directly in the eyes. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he grunted, his other hand gripping roughly just above my backside as he pulled me into his hard shaft. I looked down and saw my arousal gathering around the base of his dick and I bit my lip, feeling that tugging in my abdomen increase with every movement. 

My hands moved to wrap under his arms, curling around his back as my fingers dug into the flesh there, half moon shapes and scratches likely patterning his skin as I held on like letting go would mean certain death. 

On his next thrust, Mary shifted his hips up and grazed against my sensitive spot, resulting in an unrestrained cry of pleasure from deep in my lungs — a noise I didn’t know I was capable of making. I looked back into his eyes, my own threatening to water from complete overstimulation and ecstasy, and he used his free hand to rub over my mound. “Please,” I choked out, not above begging for him to slip his fingers against my clit. 

His lips tugged into a devilish smirk, and the dark Mary that I’d heard whisperings about throughout town flashed before me. “You want me to touch you, babydoll?” he practically growled out. I nodded restlessly, biting my bottom lip as I held back another keening noise bubbling in my throat. “You promise to cum on my cock?” he asked, beginning to stroke the circumference around my clit as he maintained a powered look into my eyes. 

“Yes,” I breathed out, swallowing roughly as I pushed my hips back against his to show my enthusiasm and obedience, “Yes, Mare, I promise.”

He grinned at the nickname I’d never before used and danced his thumb across my nub like a whisper before bearing down harshly, flicking it twice before shoving his hips roughly against mine in quick succession. My vocal cords all but melted from my throat as I groaned out, completely depraved and taken, and I squeezed my eyes tight at the sensation. Mary let out his own string of curses as I clamped down around him. 

“S-so-...close,” I rasped out. He must have been too, as I could feel him increase his speed in his thrusting, his chipped black fingernails digging into the flesh of my backside as the other hand stroked me sloppily yet steadily. The pulling that had been building since our collision on the couch began to spill over, and I felt the electrical bolts spreading like lightning down each limb, across my scalp and to the tip of my nose. “Mary!” I shrieked out, my restraint betraying me, virtually screaming as I came undone around him. 

As each part of my body tensed from my orgasm, Mary picked up speed, removing his hand from between my legs to grasp at my other hip, fucking into me with wild abandon. His own moans were nearly as loud as mine, and each movement burst starlight through my cunt. Mary’s body trembled, pelvis stuttering as I felt him twitch inside of me. Mere moments passed before I could feel his cock roughly kicking inside of my walls and for a split second, I wished that we’d forgone the condom so I could feel his spend as it coated me. 

After a few more pumps to ride out his high, Mary leaned forward, hands bracing himself on the counter around me as his forehead rested against my shoulder. We were both breathing heavily, him more so, and I reached up to play with the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of his neck, kissing against his shoulder. 

He let out a breathy laugh and slid out of me. I could feel him pulling off the condom and tying it, but as he moved to throw it away, I caught his wrist and pulled him back into me. 

“Stay for a second,” I asked, surprising even myself at the request. He humored me and ran a hand up my thigh to rest there, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. 

“Was this the real reason you came over?” I asked after a minute had passed, our breathing now somewhat evened and the chill of stillness pricking at the sweat on our bodies. 

Mary shook his head. “It was just the icing on the cake.” He flashed a grin at me, and I groaned, slapping his chest playfully and earning an “ow, fuck” in return. 

He stepped a few feet away to throw away the condom before returning, hands rubbing soothingly at my thighs as I tried to ignore the feeling of the edge of the countertop biting into my ass. 

Extending his arm out, Mary brushed some of the scarlet hair matted to my damp forehead. I closed my eyes at the touch and allowed myself to smile at the sweet gesture. The smile was short lived, however, as I thought back to his joke.

“Fuck…” I said, eyes opening to stare back at him, “...we forgot to put the cake in the fridge.”

[luuurien]

King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Changes

(Psychedelic Pop, Jazz Funk, Progressive Pop)

Diving back into psychedelic pop with a sweeter funk edge, Changes brings a new boldness to King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard's softer side. What it often lacks in sharpness it makes up for with gooey funk grooves and soul jazz richness.

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As varied a discography as King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard have, there are always calling cards that make it clear you're still listening to them: namely, their psych rock sound and its emphasis on long-form soloing and dreamy songcraft that ebbs and flows even as a defined structure holds it largely in one place. Go as far out in their discography as Infest the Rats' Nest fiery thrash metal or last year's psychtronica highlight Butterfly 3000 and those elements are there in some form or another, King Gizzard's sound ever-morphing but the ways they go about those different musical planes largely the same. On Changes, their final October 2022 release, King Gizzard find themselves in a softer blend of funk, jazz and pop, pulling from the same well as Sketches of Brunswick East and Gumboot Soup as the band concerns themselves with colorful instrumentation and lengthy jazz-funk jams where the fun is found partly in immersing yourself in their pastel psychedelic dream and partly in close examination of their playful song structures and mesmerizing solo sections. What it often lacks in sharpness it makes up for with gooey funk grooves and soul jazz richness. Taking the album as a whole, there's a lot about Changes to love - not only because of how fun it is to hear the band sweetening up after Ice, Death, Planet...'s fiery psych-funk and the krautrock-laced Laminated Denim, but because the band at this point are near masters of making their longer tracks genuinely exciting all the way through. Change, the album's first track and by far its longest at 13 minutes, is easily one of their best tracks in recent memory, starting off in a standard backbeat rhythm before subtly shifting it with extra hi-hat and explosive drum fills that slow down again to introduce a whole new groove to dominate the last half of the track and its monstrous finish of noisy guitars and a bubbly guitar solo jumping off the vocal melody from before. Although it slows and starts more than a few times, it's in how King Gizzard keeps the song wound tight with its surprising chord extensions and soft, mysterious vocals that Change finds its success and acts as a fantastic start to the album. But from all that wondrousness the album reveals its weak spots, too, the following six tracks all sharing a similar subdued nature and enhanced moodiness compared to your usual King Gizzard fare but sometimes unable to keep up the pace: No Body works great as a cozy slow jam coming off the long but repetitive Astroturf, but it causes Exploding Suns two songs after it to feel even more sluggish and uneventful as the band takes things even slower without trying to create some sort of interesting ambiance or intriguing mood to keep your focus - even if it was going for a druggy psych-soul feel, the track is too empty and the instrumentation too pallid for that to save it. The largest stumbling block Changes has trouble overcoming is balance, King Gizzard able to fill up a mix like no other but too often at a loss when it comes to making the negative space just as engaging. Changes is a good King Gizzard album, but it never ends up much more than that, succumbing to many of the same issues their albums in a similar vein have had for years and not doing a whole lot to advance their sound in the process, and though they don't always need to be at their most inventive and experimental to make great albums (see Paper Mâché Dream Balloon or K.G.), there has to be some sense of heightened excitement or fresh ideas to take the music to the next level that Changes just doesn't have. It's as solid an album as you'd expect from King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard, and that alone means it's quite hard to knock - as thrilling it is to think of the infinite possibilities for such a prolific group, Changes doesn't need to be all too out of the ordinary for them to have turned such out an absolute delight.

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Particleboard is made by compressing wood chips with glue. In flat-pressed particle boards, the chips are mainly parallel to the surface. 

It is resistant to termites and wood borers. 

It is edged with PVC banding on four sides to avoid contact with water, moisture, and insects, which helps to improve durability. Both sides are laminated on Particleboard to make the furniture heat, scratch, and stain-resistant, which enhances its looks and increases its durability.

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Kitchen Cabinet Door Making CNC Router Machine for Sale

The pneumatic 4 process nesting CNC machine is a multi-function automatic CNC nesting machine, which integrates cutting, chamfering, relief, hollowing, punching, slotting and other processes, while meeting the processing requirements of cabinet doors and cabinets, can realize automatic loading and unloading, save labor, and greatly improve the processing speed and efficiency.It has the advantages of low procurement cost, simple operation and complete functions. Four different bits can be installed to complete various processing functions, such as cutting, engraving and drilling at one time. It is equipped with auto loading and unloading tables. So it can load and unload the materials automatically. It is an ideal machine for large production enterprises, specially for making cabinet.

It can be used with edge banding machine, laminating machine, side hole machine and other machines to customize the whole house.

The CNC router for cabinet making relates to a four process double station double pusher material opening machine. The feeding machine consists of a working bench, which is equipped with a two working table along the length direction of the platform support at the top of the workbench support, and there is a Y moving mechanism above the bench bracket. The two transverse symmetrical Y to the rack in the Y moving mechanism is fixed on both sides of the platform bracket, and the transverse beam in the moving mechanism at the Y. The top is fixed with a X direction rack with a transverse setting of X to the moving mechanism, and a Z direction moving mechanism on the left side of the moving mechanism along the direction of the feeding, and the Z to the driving motor in the Z moving mechanism is fixed vertically on the X slide plate in the X to the moving mechanism, and the Z direction slide plate in the Z moving mechanism is equipped with a processing device. The opening machine can make maximum use of the working time of the opening machine, high processing efficiency, convenient feeding and unloading, and can avoid the droop of the drag chain. The cabinet making CNC router is suitable for kitchen cabinet making, cabinet door making, corner cabinet making, decorative cabinet making, home cabinet making, wall cabinet making, wood cabinet making, base cabinet making and other custom cabinet making in bathroom, garage, living room, and office.

Cabinets Making CNC Router Applications

Cabinet making:CNC router is ideally suitable for furniture decorations, musical instruments, wooden crafts, solid wood furniture, MDF door, wood composite door, cabinet making, kitchen cabinet doors, windows, tables, etc.

Decoration Industry:Art model, wall art, screen relief engraving and cutting, decoration processing, gifts wrapping, waved plate, electrical cabinets panels, sports equipment, and other industrial wood works.

Kitchen Cabinet Door Making CNC Router Machine Advanced Performance

4 kinds of process switching processing, to achieve 0 seconds tool change, greatly improve the work efficiency.

Using HQD6.0kw air cooled automatic tool change spindle, long life, low noise, reliable quality.

IGOLDENindependent electric control cabinet, humanized design, Taiwan Baoyuan system, easy to operate.

Using Taiwan silver guide rail and crescent rack, high positioning accuracy, smooth sliding, reliable quality, long life.

Professional CNC Taiwan Baoyuan control system, easy to learn and easy to operate.

Can increase the automatic loading and unloading platform, save labor costs, fast cost recovery, meet the needs of the production line, automatic intelligent operation, efficiency is greatly improved.

The 4 spindle CNC router is very easy to use.You only need to save the position of the cutters in the tool path, then the system could realize the cutter auto changing according to the cutter code.So this four-axis CNC machine kitchen cabinet machine runs very efficiently and stably.

Powerful 4 Spindle Auto-Change Of Drilling Milling Machine

The Heavy structure adopts thicken steel square which improves the stability of wood CNC 4×8. This Stronger structure is necessary for cutting solid materials such as hardwood. During the 4×8 wood CNC machine cutting and carving process, the XYZ axis remains stationary against external cutting forces.

High Efficiency Cutter Changing Of Multi Spindle CNC Router For Sale

The advantage of This 4 spindle CNC machine kitchen cabinets is that the spindle change speed is fast or we call it tool change. It only takes 2 seconds to turn on the spindle in advance for preheating. And you can use different spindles from 800w to 6.5kw, instead of using 8.5kw ATC spindle for drilling.This 4 spindle CNC router is easy to maintain and easy to replace the spindle; there is no tool change problem, and it will not stop work due to the tool change problem. It is beneficial to the mass production line.

Stable Working Sturcture Of CNC Machine Kitchen Cabinets

As a drilling milling machine,a strong and stable structure is very important,because this machine has 4 spindle,it need to process many material in a very stable environment.So the gantry and base frame of our 4 spindle CNC router is made of tubular steel.and the entire length of the column is welded with reinforcing ribs to achieve a stable beam Components.The Gantry uprights of this machine are cast iron with heavy duty gussets formed into the casting. Each support is machined for housing the various drive assemblies including motors, bearings, belts, and wiring harnesses.Moreover the base frame has a long service life after precision welding.

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Glue for acrylic laminate sheets from the best adhesive brand in India. Choose from water-based and hotmelt adhesives for pasting wood, plywood, PVC, and other materials.

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In the realm of interior design and furniture craftsmanship, attention to detail is paramount. Every element, no matter how small, contributes to the overall aesthetic and functionality of a space. One such detail that often goes unnoticed but plays a crucial role is edge banding, particularly for laminates that aren't flooring materials. Let's delve into the world of edge banding and discover how it elevates the visual appeal and longevity of laminated surfaces.

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Top 5 Mistakes to Avoid When Working with Particle Board

Particle board is a fantastic, cost-effective material for various home and office projects. It’s versatile, easy to work with, and, thanks to brands like Gmica Pre Lam, it’s available in high-quality, pre-laminated finishes that are perfect for DIY projects. But, as with any material, there are some key pitfalls to avoid to ensure you get the best results. Here, I’ll walk you through the top five common mistakes to avoid when working with particle board so you can make your projects look professional and durable.

1. Using the Wrong Fasteners

One of the biggest mistakes beginners make with particle board is choosing the wrong fasteners or screws. Particle board is made from compressed wood particles, which means it doesn’t hold screws as well as solid wood or plywood. If you’re using regular wood screws, they may not bite into the board securely and can cause the board to split or crumble around the fastener.

What to Do Instead: Opt for particle board screws that are specifically designed for this material. These screws have coarse threads that provide a better grip. Another tip is to pre-drill pilot holes slightly smaller than the diameter of your screws. This reduces stress on the board, allowing the screws to go in smoothly without causing cracking or chipping.

2. Ignoring the Weight Limits

Particle board may be durable, but it’s not as strong as solid wood or even some other engineered woods like MDF. It’s crucial to understand and respect its weight limitations, especially if you’re building furniture, shelves, or cabinetry. Overloading particle board can cause it to sag, bend, or even break over time.

What to Do Instead: When planning your project, make sure you distribute weight evenly across particle board surfaces. Avoid placing heavy items in one spot, particularly near the edges, which are more prone to damage. Gmica Pre Lam particle boards come in various thicknesses, so selecting the right thickness for your project is key. Generally, a thicker board will be better suited for heavier loads, but it’s always a good idea to double-check your weight requirements.

3. Failing to Seal or Finish Edges

Unlike solid wood, particle board edges are more porous and can absorb moisture from the environment. If left unsealed, the edges may swell, warp, or degrade over time. Many people overlook this crucial finishing step, but it can make a huge difference in the appearance and longevity of your project.

What to Do Instead: Sealing the edges of particle board is simple but essential. You can use edge banding or apply a sealant to keep moisture out. Edge banding is an easy way to create a clean, finished look, and it’s available in various colors and finishes to match your pre-laminated particle board from Gmica Pre Lam. Alternatively, you can apply wood filler or paint to seal the edges if you’re working on a painted project.

4. Skipping Pre-Laminated Options

One mistake that can really add unnecessary time and effort to a project is not choosing pre-laminated particle board when a laminated finish is needed. Trying to add laminate or a veneer to particle board on your own can be tricky, time-consuming, and prone to imperfections.

What to Do Instead: Choose pre-laminated particle boards, like those offered by Gmica Pre Lam, to simplify your process. With pre-laminated particle board, you get a smooth, ready-to-use surface that’s ideal for furniture, cabinetry, and shelving. You save yourself the hassle of gluing on laminate sheets and dealing with air bubbles or uneven surfaces. Plus, with a variety of finishes, you can find a pre-laminated board that fits your style perfectly.

5. Neglecting Proper Support and Bracing

Particle board needs sufficient support, especially when used for larger pieces like shelves, tabletops, or cabinet panels. Unlike solid wood, particle board can’t withstand bending or flexing as much, so if it’s not properly supported, it may begin to warp or crack.

What to Do Instead: Make sure to add adequate support to your particle board projects. If you’re building shelves, consider adding brackets at regular intervals to prevent sagging. For larger pieces, like a tabletop or a cabinet base, include internal braces or support frames. Using thicker particle boards for larger surfaces also helps, so make sure to consider the board thickness before starting your project.

Final Thoughts

Working with particle board can be rewarding, especially for DIYers looking to create high-quality projects without a high cost. Avoiding these common mistakes can make a huge difference in the longevity and appearance of your creations. Using reliable, pre-laminated particle boards, like those from Gmica Pre Lam, ensures you’re starting with a solid, quality material that’s easier to work with and gives you professional results right from the start.

Remember, a little extra care in choosing the right fasteners, sealing edges, providing adequate support, and selecting pre-laminated options can save you from a lot of frustration and ensure your project not only looks good but stands the test of time. Happy building!

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Exploring Uro Veneer World: A Comprehensive Guide to Veneer and MM laminates with matching edge banding in BangaloreExploring Uro Veneer World: A Comprehensive Guide to Veneer and MM laminates with matching edge banding in Bangalore

For premium plywood options and competitive pricing in Bangalore, visit Uro Veneer World.

In the bustling world of interior design, veneer and laminates have become essential materials for crafting stylish, durable spaces. Among the many suppliers in Bangalore, Uro Veneer World stands out as a premier destination for high-quality veneer, MM laminates, and matching edge banding solutions. In this guide, we’ll dive deep into the world of veneer and laminates, explore what makes Uro Veneer World a top choice, and show how these materials can transform your home or workspace.

Introduction to Veneer and Laminates

Before we get into the specifics of Uro Veneer World, it’s essential to understand the basics of veneer and laminates.

What is Veneer?

Veneer is a thin slice of natural wood that is applied to a surface to give it a high-end, authentic wooden appearance. It offers the beauty of solid wood without the hefty price tag, making it a popular choice in upscale interiors.

What are Laminates?

Laminates are engineered surfaces composed of multiple layers of synthetic materials fused together. They can replicate a variety of textures and finishes, from wood to stone. MM laminates are one of the latest innovations, known for their durability and premium aesthetic.

The Difference Between Veneer and Laminates

While veneer is a natural product, laminates are man-made. Veneers offer the unique grain and warmth of real wood, while laminates provide a more versatile and durable option, often better suited for high-traffic areas.

What is Uro Veneer World?

A Glimpse into Uro Veneer World’s Offerings

Based in Bangalore, Uro Veneer World is renowned for offering a wide variety of premium veneer, MM laminates, and matching edge banding solutions. They are dedicated to bringing both beauty and functionality into modern homes and businesses.

Why Uro Veneer World is a Leading Choice in Bangalore

Their commitment to quality and customization makes Uro Veneer World a trusted name in the industry. With a comprehensive selection of veneer sheets, durable MM laminates, and precise edge banding options, they cater to the diverse needs of interior designers and homeowners alike.

Understanding MM Laminates

What are MM Laminates?

MM laminates, or Micro Matte laminates, are a newer innovation offering a smoother, more sophisticated finish. They are scratch-resistant, easy to maintain, and bring a luxurious touch to interiors.

Key Features of MM Laminates

Scratch and abrasion resistance

Anti-fingerprint technology

Smooth, matte finish

Easy to clean and maintain

Benefits of Using MM Laminates in Interior Design

MM laminates provide a perfect blend of aesthetics and practicality. They are ideal for use in kitchens, wardrobes, and other high-use areas where durability is essential.

Veneer and MM Laminates: Perfect Match for Home Interiors

Veneer for an Elegant Look

Veneer offers unparalleled elegance, bringing the warmth and character of real wood to any space. Whether you're looking for a statement piece or a subtle accent, veneer can deliver.

MM Laminates for Durability and Versatility

For high-traffic areas or homes with kids and pets, MM laminates are the way to go. They can withstand wear and tear without sacrificing style.

Matching Edge Banding: The Final Touch

What is Edge Banding?

Edge banding is a process where thin strips of material (typically laminate or veneer) are applied to the edges of furniture or panels to cover the exposed core, giving it a finished, professional look.

Importance of Matching Edge Banding

Matching the edge banding to your veneer or laminate is crucial for maintaining a cohesive look. It ensures that the edges blend seamlessly with the surface, adding to the overall aesthetic appeal.

How Uro Veneer World Offers Custom Edge Banding Solutions

Uro Veneer World offers tailored edge banding services, ensuring that each project is finished with precision and style. Their extensive range of options means you'll always find a perfect match.

Applications of Veneer and Laminates in Interior Design

Enhancing Furniture with Veneer and Laminates

Veneer and laminates can be used to elevate furniture pieces, from tables to wardrobes. Veneer adds a natural, rich texture, while laminates offer a sleek, modern finish.

Wall Paneling and Decorative Elements

Both veneer and laminates are perfect for wall paneling, providing texture and interest to otherwise flat surfaces.

Kitchen and Bathroom Finishes

Laminates, especially MM laminates, are ideal for kitchens and bathrooms due to their durability and ease of cleaning.

Why Choose Veneer and Laminates for Your Interiors?

Durability and Aesthetics Combined

Veneer gives you the beauty of wood, while laminates provide a tough, resilient surface—together, they offer the best of both worlds.

Cost-Effectiveness of Veneer and Laminates

Compared to solid wood, veneer and laminates are much more affordable, offering high-end looks without breaking the bank.

Ease of Maintenance and Longevity

Both materials are easy to maintain, with laminates being particularly resistant to moisture, stains, and scratches.

Uro Veneer World’s Expertise in Customization

Tailoring Veneer and Laminates to Fit Your Vision

Uro Veneer World specializes in customizing veneer and laminate solutions to match your design preferences, whether you're looking for specific textures, finishes, or colors.

Innovative Design Options at Uro Veneer World

From contemporary to classic, their wide selection of veneer and laminates ensures there's something for every style.

Sustainability and Environmental Benefits of Veneer and Laminates

Eco-Friendly Choices at Uro Veneer World

Uro Veneer World is committed to sustainability, offering eco-friendly veneer and laminate options that help reduce environmental impact.

Veneer and Laminates for Sustainable Interior Design

Both veneer and laminates are more sustainable than solid wood, making them excellent choices for eco-conscious homeowners.

How to Choose the Right Veneer and Laminates for Your Home

Consider Your Interior Style and Theme

Think about the overall aesthetic of your space when selecting veneer or laminates—do you want a rustic, natural feel or a sleek, modern look?

Selecting the Right Colors and Textures

Choose colors and textures that complement your existing furniture and decor. Uro Veneer World offers a variety of shades and finishes to suit any interior.

Importance of Expert Guidance

Consulting with experts at Uro Veneer World can help you make informed decisions about the best materials for your space.

The Cost of Veneer and MM Laminates in Bangalore

Price Range for Different Types of Veneer

Prices for veneer can vary depending on the type of wood and finish. Exotic woods typically come at a higher cost, but Uro Veneer World offers a range of affordable options.

Cost of MM Laminates and Matching Edge Banding

MM laminates are priced competitively, offering premium features at reasonable costs. Edge banding is an additional cost but a worthwhile investment for a polished finish.

Balancing Quality with Budget

It’s essential to find a balance between quality and budget. Uro Veneer World offers various price points to cater to different needs without compromising on quality.

Customer Experience at Uro Veneer World

Testimonials and Reviews

Customers consistently praise Uro Veneer World for their exceptional product quality, variety, and customer service.

Exceptional Customer Service and After-Sales Support

Uro Veneer World provides top-notch after-sales support, ensuring that any issues are promptly addressed.

How to Get Started with Uro Veneer World

Consultation and Design Services

Uro Veneer World offers consultation services to help you choose the best veneer, laminates, and edge banding solutions for your project.

Visiting the Uro Veneer World Showroom in Bangalore

A visit to their Bangalore showroom allows you to see and feel the materials up close, making it easier to make decisions for your space.

Conclusion: Transform Your Interiors with Uro Veneer World

Whether you're renovating your home or designing a new space, Uro Veneer World offers an unparalleled selection of veneer, MM laminates, and edge banding solutions. Their commitment to quality, customization, and sustainability makes them the go-to choice for homeowners and designers in Bangalore. Enhance your interiors with the timeless beauty of veneer and the durability of laminates—your dream space is just a visit away.

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Important Precautions When Using PVC Adhesives

Using PVC adhesives in various applications, especially for bonding materials like PVC sheets, pipes, and edge banding, can offer strong and durable results. However, just like any adhesive, PVC adhesives require careful handling and correct usage to ensure a successful outcome and avoid potential issues. 

Whether you are using PVC glue for household repairs or larger construction projects, taking certain precautions can make all the difference. Below are some key precautions to follow when working with PVC adhesives:

1. Ensure Proper Surface Preparation

One of the most important steps when using PVC adhesives is to prepare the surfaces properly. Before applying any PVC glue, ensure that the surfaces are clean, dry, and free from dust, grease, or any other contaminants. Any dirt or grease can prevent the adhesive from bonding effectively, leading to weak or failed joints. A simple wipe down with a clean cloth or a solvent like acetone can do the trick.

2. Use the Right Adhesive for the Job

Every adhesive has a different function. PVC adhesives are designed specifically for bonding PVC materials, and using general-purpose adhesives, such as wood glue, will not give you the desired results. PVC glue is formulated to chemically bond PVC surfaces together, which provides a long-lasting and durable hold. Always make sure you're using a PVC-specific adhesive for PVC-related tasks.

 3. Ventilation is Key

Most PVC adhesives emit strong fumes during application, which can be harmful when inhaled in enclosed spaces. It is important to use PVC glue in well-ventilated areas to avoid inhaling toxic vapours. If you're working indoors, make sure windows and doors are open, or use fans to ensure good airflow. For extra protection, consider wearing a mask or respirator designed to filter out chemical fumes.

4. Follow Application Instructions

For best results, always follow the manufacturer's instructions regarding application and drying times. Most PVC adhesives require you to apply a thin, even layer of glue on the surface, and some may need application on both surfaces. In the case of PVC edge banding, for example, a high-quality adhesive like Bondtite PVC Bond from Astral Adhesives requires application on one surface for edge banding tapes and on both surfaces for PVC laminated sheets. Adhering to these guidelines ensures strong and effective bonding.

5. Allow Adequate Drying and Curing Time

After applying PVC glue, it is important to let the bond dry and cure properly. While the adhesive might seem dry to the touch within a few minutes, complete curing can take longer. Rushing this process can result in weak joints that may fail over time. Always give the adhesive enough time to fully set before putting the bonded materials to use.

6. Store Adhesive Properly

Improper storage can degrade the quality of PVC adhesive over time, leading to reduced bonding strength when you use it. Store your glue in a cool, dry place, away from direct sunlight. Ensure the lid is tightly sealed after every use to prevent the adhesive from drying out in the container.

Choose the Right Product for Strong Bonds

When working with PVC glue, following these precautions ensures that you achieve durable and lasting results. Whether you're attaching pipes, bonding sheets, or applying edge banding, proper handling of PVC adhesive is important for a successful outcome.

For projects that involve PVC and need wood glue, Astral Adhesive's Bondtite PVC Bond is an excellent option. It provides exceptional compatibility with PVC and acrylic materials, ensuring a strong and durable bond. With superior heat resistance and excellent spreadability, Bondtite PVC Bond is perfect for applications like edge banding and laminating, offering long-lasting performance and saving on costs.

By following these guidelines and using high-quality products like Astral Adhesive’s Bondtite PVC Bond, you can ensure reliable and durable results for all your PVC bonding needs, delivering professional-grade performance with minimal effort.

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Types of Edge Bands Materials and Their Uses

Furniture edge banding tape is a small detail that has a significant impact on the complex world of furniture design and finishing. The significance of edge banding tape is increased when it is included in design elements. It goes well beyond appearances to include strength, use, and the overall design of the furniture piece. Even though it may seem insignificant, a product’s edge width has a significant impact on its overall performance, utility, and appearance. Width is about function, design, and purpose in addition to size.

No Furniture Life Without these Miracle Tapes

A piece of furniture’s finishing touches is what gives it an edge. The edge band highlights the beauty of the furniture and provides more than just protection at the intersection of durability and design. Through careful matching of the edging with different laminates, converts the bare edges into artistically pleasing works of art. The end effect is a tasteful combination that enhances the furniture’s overall design and makes it stand out for both its elegant and utilitarian design. Furthermore, smooth-finished MDF, HDMR, and Pre-laminated boards guarantee a perfect finish while enhancing this elegance even more, ensuring that the edge band does not come out of its fixed position.

Utilitarian Value

Apart from its aesthetic value and perfect match, furniture’s primary purpose is to be of proper use to its owner. No matter how exquisite, a piece of furniture loses its attractiveness if it is not applicable. In addition to ensuring the user’s safety, the edge band makes sure that surfaces stay level, doors close flawlessly, and drawers glide smoothly. It makes all the difference between a piece of furniture that is only attractive to look at and one that fits in well with everyday activities.

Sturdiness & Protection

A key component of protecting furniture from regular wear and tear is using furniture edge banding tapes as you are already aware that furniture’s rough edges are frequently more prone to deterioration and moisture infiltration. Edge banding tapes improve longevity and resilience against deterioration, particularly in materials like MDF. This treatment helps keep the furniture sturdy and preserves its shape and function for many years to come by fending off chipping, peeling, and even swelling with time.

Now comes the most critical question in our mind: what are my options? What material are the edge tapes composed of? Let us focus on some popular materials available in the market provided by edge band tape manufacturers.

Let us begin with the most popular edge band material made by edge band tape manufacturers of India.

PVC Edge Band – The most common material used in edge bands is PVC. It is long-lasting, strong, and reasonably priced. There is no need for a finishing procedure. It’s also simple to fix. They are flexible and come in varied colors, textures and are easily customisable. The material used to make PVC edgebands is Polyvinyl Chloride, or PVC, an artificial thermoplastic polymer. PVC resin, colorants, and additives are combined throughout the production process to produce a flexible material that can be used for edgebanding. PVC edge band manufacturers guarantee to find a perfect match for your desired laminate. Explore through the E3 Edge Band collection to know more.

Veneer Edge Bands: More traditional and natural edge bands, veneer edge banding captures the essence of actual wood. For those who would like a more organic appearance than ornamental edgebands, they are made from genuine wood veneers. Price-wise, they may be more expensive. These Veneer edge band manufacturers make veneer tapes to give furniture pieces a seamless appearance while still giving them the appearance of solid wood.

ABS Edge bands: ABS edge banding ensures furniture protection against unintentional knocks and collisions by offering strength, durability, and high impact resistance. With matching ABS Edgebands from E3 Edge Band manufacturing company in India, you can eliminate the ugly joints that are sometimes visible with laminates. It is thin, light, and highly durable thermoplastic. It strengthens the smooth appearance and feel of high-quality laminated surfaces while safeguarding the edges. It will maintain its beauty for a very long time and is highly resistant to impact, scratches, UV radiation, and daily wear and tear.

Acrylic edge bands: Available in an extensive array of colors and designs, such as wood and metallic provided by Acrylic edge band manufacturing company. With a dash of modern sheen, you can mimic the appearance of high-end materials like granite and solid wood without having to deal with their high cost, heavy weight, or time-consuming maintenance. Additionally, acrylic edge banding has an ultra-glossy appearance. When combined with acrylic boards, you can achieve and create almost any style for the perfect surface. Explore through the E3 Edge Band collection to know more.

uPVC Edge Bands: For the more environmentally conscious, the uPVC edge band manufacturers like E3 Edge Bands provide the best solution. They are lead-free, made using no harsh chemicals, recyclable, and have antimicrobial, antibacterial, and DOP properties. They are highly valued by carpenters, contractors, and furniture makers who are always on the lookout for eco-friendly products.

What is the ideal material for edge banding? Well, that depends on where it is used. PVC is a good material for furniture that will be exposed to moisture. Wood veneer edge bands are an option if you want a natural appearance. Fluted ABS, Acrylic, and Soft Touchor uPVC edgebands are the way to go for furniture that needs a contemporary, safe, 100% match, and fashionable appearance.

From the house of E3, the edgebands proudly manufactured in India satisfy all of your needs and preferences with premium quality and dependability.

To conclude with, the options available in the market are many. We must appropriately select edge bands according to our needs, match, and what suits our pocket. However, you should be aware that there are still decisions to be made when weighing your edge banding selections. Those decisions may seem overwhelming. To make sure you choose the best edge banding solution for your project, E3 Edge Band professionals can guide you through your alternatives. We intend to assist you in comprehending the procedure and to instill confidence in you by demonstrating that our edge band tapes are created with years of manufacturing experience, research, and field-tested performance in mind.

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This diwan storage bed is compact and tidy, with their design intended to only be as wide as the mattress they support and, it's a great space saver for smaller rooms. Also, it comes with a storage unit, 2 drawers are provided for storage external access. The lift-up panel is provided to access the storage space by removing the mattress. This engineered wood is made of multiple wood chips blended with resins & additives, formed in a conveyer belt followed with hot-pressed to compact the particles together and cure the resin trimming and cutting. The edges of the particle board are covered with PVC edge banding to arrest the sharp edges and core visibility. Also, the lamination layer is coated with melamine to avoid scratches and surface peel-off. Diwan top unit is provided with a book fold panel with hinges, to access the large space of internal storage.

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The Ultimate Guide to Choosing the Right Edge Banding for Your Furniture

With consumers becoming smarter day by day the demands of the ever growing interior market has been increasing. Our homes are just an extension of our personality and it reflects our style, preferences and taste, so we need to choose the right furniture, the right colour coordination as an extended expression of ourselves.

Moreover, the ever growing need also comes with the facility of customising furniture to our taste. Good interior manufacturers and suppliers give us the opportunity to see combinations of colours, materials and furniture in the way we might have picturised them. But for that perfect finish to any furniture that compliments as well as prolongs the life of it, edge band is very important.

The right edge band from a PVC edgeband Manufacturing Company In India will compliment the colour coordination of the interior giving the polished finish needed. Now it can definitely get very confusing to choose because there are many colours, finishes and textures available in the market. The answer to that is simple: any pvc edge banding tape supplier will help you make the right choice and the closest colour match to the finished product.

But, you should know the different types of edge bands available and their uses and advantages. Let us understand the details that matter most:

PVC Edge Bands – Polyvinyl Chloride or PVC edge bands are most popular and known to be long lasting. It comes in a wide variety of colour finishes that match best with trending laminates in the market. They have a low cost, save your furniture from moisture seep, come in glossy and matt finishes, are UV resistant and pre glued.

ABS Edge Bands – Acrylonitrile Butadiene Styrene or as popularly known as ABS edge bands are made from ABS resins. They are eco-friendly and thus popularly used for being sustainable. Many architects and designers prefer ABS over PVC as they can be recycled, green product, pre-glued and also come in various colours and finishes.

Veneer Edge Bands – Wood veneer edge bands are thin natural strips of wood used in the furniture industry for its grand feel and look. They tend to be expensive if extracted from exotic species of wood and are a great option for people who want the real deal. They are environment friendly, light weighted and available in many genres of wood.

Acrylic Edge Bands – They are heat resistant and have a superior durability which is suitable for high traffic areas in your house like kitchen countertops and cabinets. They are popular for being resistant to chemicals, UV and are also easy to clean.

After deciding the best choice of material for you, the next focus is on the cost and that is driven best by PVC edge bands made by PVC edgeband Manufacturing Companies In India. Ultimately, the amount of edge bands available could definitely be overwhelming but trust the professionals to help you make the choice.

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