#white villa renovation

[looksdegraphistes]

Christchurch Patio Decking Idea for a spacious, modern front yard patio that has decking and a pergola

[renovilla]

Urban kitchen cabinets

Welcome to the world of urban kitchen cabinets and the Renovilla company. Your kitchen is the heart of your home, and it deserves the best in terms of design, functionality, and aesthetics. In this article, we will explore the importance of kitchen cabinets in urban settings and how Renovilla can be your ultimate partner in creating a dream kitchen.

[donatellawritings]

୨୧ how sugardaddy!rafe found his favorite little muñeca

rafe wasn’t entirely sure as to what it was that piqued his father’s need to go on vacation every few months out of the year, but he wasn’t against it. since returning back to tannyhill, following his brief collegiate stint, rafe needed an outlet — a place where he could go and blow a few tens of thousands of dollars and not be reprimanded, a place where he could lose himself in copious amounts of coke without judgement, a place where he could be the man — the one who was needed, the one who had all the answers.

so, when ward came up with the brilliant idea to send his eldest of kin to the island of culebra, puerto rico — just to keep his volatile son out of trouble … rafe was quick and eager to oblige.

the villa was immaculate, completely renovated from the ground up, with the pristine view of the clear turquoise waters that crashed against the powder white sand. but what caught rafe’s bright baby blues was the little puerto rican girl who stood bent over, tiny white shorts sucked in the soft fat of your plush ass as you carefully picked at the bright fuschia hibiscus flower that grew alone in the patch of crisp green grass. shiny blown out hair cascaded down the small of your back as rafe tongued the inside of his cheek, watching closely as you straightened your posture, the shorts now almost entirely swallowed by your plump ass.

rafe couldn’t help himself, but continue to ogle at you, his bloodshot eyes carelessly drinking in the way your bronze skin shimmered under the sun, as well as the cute hot pink heart-shaped glitter tattoo that sparkled on your lower back. and fuck, it took everything in him to not shove his hand down his pants with the way the fat of your ass sat all heavy and perfectly curved against the flimsy fabric of your shorts.

smiling to himself, rafe obnoxiously clears his throat, causing you to flinch and whip your pretty little head at him, all wide eyed and open-mouthed, “uh, don’t think y’should be pickin’ at other people’s flowers, huh?” he questions, his voice dripping in a condescending cadence as you immediately drop the pretty flower from your small fist, allowing it to fall at your sparkly pink toes.

remaining silent, you awkwardly shift on your feet, blinking your wispy lashes together as you close your mouth, “i’m sorry, i just — hmph,” you sigh, your nose scrunched in frustration as you struggled to find the right words … in english, at least.

cocking his head to the side, rafe chuckles at your fussy state, his stringy bangs masking the way he incessantly stared at the way the swells of your breasts bounced against your one size too small lily pink triangle bikini top. judging by your thick accent, rafe could tell that communicating with you would be a bit of a struggle — lucky for you, he considered himself to be a proactive man of sorts.

taking a step closer to you, rafe feigns a sigh of disappointment, even going so far as to pinch the bridge of his nose “i don’t know, i may just have to tell someone that y’just comin’ here and makin’ a mess of things — i can’t have that, sweetheart,” he shrugs.

your little heart thumped rapidly against your chest as you bit down into your pouty bottom lip, swallowing thickly as you brought your terrified gaze to the ground.

deciding to twist the knife, rafe nudged the point of your chin with the side of his signet-tinged index finger with squinted eyes, “y’parents never taught y’how to talk to people, huh?” he questions, his pupil-blown eyes searching yours as you parted your swollen lips.

furiously shaking your head, you take a short breath, “i-i dunno how — the words are h-hard,” you speak, your voice small and mousey as your eyes meet rafe’s intimidatingly blue ones.

“well, y’gotta learn, yeah?” rafe shrugs.

with bright and naive eyes, you let out an excited gasp, “you can teach me?” you question, swollen lips pursed together as rafe licks over his pink chapped lips, taking another step closer to you as his rough hand grasps the side of your face.

you were a naive little one, a bit too welcoming … but he could fix teach you.

bringing his thumb to curve around your jaw, rafe shushes you, “y’shouldn’t be walkin’ around stranger’s houses dressed like that — your daddy ever teach you that?” rafe lightly pushes your head back, a shit-eating grin now playing on his handsome face as you obediently answer him with a forceful shake of your head.

your bambi eyes now welled with embarrassed tears, you gently attempted to pull your face from the young man’s tight hold, “yo no tengo …” you whimper softly.

shifting your face, rafe raises a corrective brow at you, “english, kid,” he scolds.

poking out your fat bottom lip in a wobbly pout, you lightly stomp your foot in frustration, “i don’t have a daddy,” you whine, a warm teardrop rolling down the apple of your cheek as rafe tutted at you with a knowing nod to himself.

“that’s the problem, huh? y’don’t have a daddy to keep y’little ass in line,” rafe mumbles, bringing his thumb to mush against your swollen and somewhat sticky lips as you stare at him with confused, yet needy little eyes.

letting go of your jaw, rafe runs a hand through his greasy hair, before swiping at the corner of his mouth with his finger, “listen kid, m’gonna take care of you, yeah? buy you whatever girly shit y’like — maybe even take y’home with me one of these days —”

“like a daddy?”

letting out a huff, rafe takes in the way you reach down to grab ahold of the wilted flower, boobs nearly spilling out of your bikini tops as you fist it tightly in your grip, “yes, but i’ll be your daddy —”

“papi!” you beam, a wide smile stretching your swollen lips as you bat your cutesy stacked lashes together, “that’s your name?” you ask politely, reaching your small hands to tug on the waistband of your shorts, unknowingly pulling them further up your ass.

“rafe is my name, pretty girl — but y’can call me papi, okay?” he coos, swiftly snagging the flimsy flower from your hand, causing you to pout as you roll your eyes, leaving rafe to snap his fingers at you, “hey — don’t start that shit, now come here and let me fix y’up,” he commands, internally satisfied with the way you quickly removed the frown from your face and walked over to him, the tips of your toes meeting the tips of his sandals.

curling a ginger underneath the waistband of your shorts, rafe softly pulls on the stretchy fabric, taking a mental note of the frilly thing you wore underneath. placing the flower in your shorts, rafe carefully secures the band of your shorts to hold the flower upright, you dainty belly button ring also catching his watchful eyes.

craning your neck to get a look of your cute new accessory, you scoff with excitement, “aye, es muy bonita, papi!” you squeal, rushing to swing your arms around rafe’s tense and warm neck.

lightly patting the top of the curve of your asscheek, rafe gently pulls you away from him, “listen, kid — y’can’t just trust every person you meet, yeah? not everyone is going to be nice like your papi, hm?” he clasps his hands around your bare shoulders, biting back a smirk as you nod feverishly.

“tell me that you understand,” rafe pushes, silently encouraging you with a small squeeze of your shoulders.

“i und-understand,” you breathe out.

bringing a hand to barely pat your cheek, rafe reaches his free hand down to tug the hem of your shorts down to cover your ass, “good girl — now why don’t y’come with daddy and i’ll buy y’some pretty clothes,” rafe hums, massaging your cheek with his thumb.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This lovely 1928 Spanish villa in New Castle, IN looks in need of repair on the exterior, but the interior is beautiful. 5bds, 4ba, $779k.

Isn't this amazing? It's bringing the outdoors in, b/c it looks like a outside courtyard.

This is so beautiful, I wonder if they would leave the big plants. Look at the stairs and balcony. Love the arches, too. And, look at the wood & lattice leaded glass doorway on the left. The architecture is wonderful.

The ceiling is glass, so to block out too much sun and give it a real outdoorsy look, they've installed a canvas canopy with delightful yellow & white stripes.

The wood doorway opens to this living room with a fireplace and tall ceiling with wood beams.

The fireplace is stunning.

Very large dining room- it has 2 tables. The room has a lovely wall of wood accents and a matching wood ceiling.

Here's a wrought iron rail that blocks a steep step. The home has so many pretty touches. The floors are typically terra cotta in color, but a fancier style.

The kitchen is smallish, but there's a double stove and lots of cabinets.

Part of it is galley style and it's unique. Look at the scrolled wood door.

The mezzanine is beautiful with it's railings and arches.

The bedrooms are all large, but this is the primary. Look at the crown light fixtures.

This bedroom has a pitched wooden ceiling with a built-in desk.

Cute vintage bath.

Upstairs sitting room.

A larger vintage bath. This house has wonderful bathrooms. I hope the new owner doesn't renovate them.

One of the smaller bedrooms is an average size.

Look at the tile in this bath.

They use this basement room for storage, but there's a great stone fireplace down here.

Wow, this is a large wine cellar. It could use a little decor.

And, there's also a workshop down here. Looks like kitchen cabinets. I wonder if there was kitchenette.

There's a very large brick patio with a privacy wall.

The property is 2.90 acres, so there's a lot of land.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/800-Hawthorn-Rd-New-Castle-IN-47362/85350243_zpid/

[thenordroom]

This week on The Nordroom

A Swedish Family Home with a Lovely Garden Room

Antique Furniture and Arched Windows in a Stockholm Apartment

A White Apartment Features a Beautiful Terrace with a View

A Pretty Pink and Green deVOL Kitchen in South London

A Monochrome London Loft Filled with Art

A White English House with a Beautiful Open-Plan Kitchen

Boost Your Home’s Value by Thousands with This Simple Paint Trick!

A Moody Color Palette and Eclectic Interiors in a London Apartment

A Small Renovated 1920s Apartment in Stockholm

A Swedish Apartment with a Yellow Kitchen

A Charming School Conversion in Sweden

Historic Character and Timeless Elegant Interiors in a Restored Belgian Villa

A Sage Green IKEA Bedroom with A Walk-In Closet

[leibal]

The design focused on retaining and exposing the house’s original timber lattice structure, inspired by the Katsura Imperial Villa in Kyoto. The renovation revealed the rich character of the timber floor joists and roof trusses, emphasizing their imperfections. A natural material palette, featuring white walls, stone, timber, concrete, and exposed brick, complemented this approach.

[silvyysthings]

Would it be too bold to allow myself to assume that Tim, Ashton and Armie's visit at Luca’s was at the same time?? And what's more, I don't even dare to guess what they discussed!!! (something we've all been dreaming of for years!!) 💙 ❤️And what is the probability that both T and A visit Luca in the same summer and we are all presented with this information??? We all know very well that nothing is accidental with these guys!

No, it' s only imagination 🤭don' t be delusional!!! Jokes apart I don't know if this was in the same time but they visited him .

👇

"Franceschini "renovates" the splendid villa of director Guadagnino

The villa, for which the company received a contribution of 127 thousand euros from the Ministry of Cultural Heritage in 2021 to renovate, is a splendid country residence, a few kilometers from the capital, surrounded by greenery and surrounded by a large park with centuries-old trees. It is accessed from a fabulous avenue of almost 500 meters bordered by majestic cypress poplars rich in white truffles in symbiosis with the roots."

Thank you @zuzla33 to have found Ashton story ❤

And thank you @dancemonument and @candymay to have found and shared in July all this !!!👏

[teecupangel]

Back to the animal Desmond trope, I can just see a cat Desmond casually walking into various era's, fucking up the Templar's plans by just doing normal cat things, like casually pushing a glass of water onto a letter that never gets sent that would set off murder plans, and then just staring at the nearest Assassin ancestor looking to be carried off somewhere sunny to sleep. He's done his work, human, now worship him as the great cat gods of egypt said he'd be and fetch him a fish lol

For this one, I'm just imagining a white cat with POE gold eyes like this (but lighter golden eyes)

And he’s a cat that appears and disappears whenever he pleases. Everyone thinks he’s some kind of stray and he refuses to eat any of that ‘cat food’ crap.

He will steal your food if you dare give him what counts as ‘cat food’.

Altaïr first sees him after his demotion and the only reason why he even noticed him was because his fur was too white. It was eye-catching and Altaïr didn’t need anyone turning his way because a damn cat was meowing at him and trying to climb his leg. He picked the cat up, earning a purring meow then gives him to the first beggar who tries to ask for alms, surprising both the cat and the beggar and giving Altaïr enough time to run away from both of them, ignoring the indignant howling the cat was now doing. The next time Altaïr sees the cat, it was after the assassination of his target and the cat suddenly swooped down from the roof, slamming its claws to a guard’s face that was about to hit Altaïr from the back while Altaïr was busy taking down three more guards. The guard threw the cat off him but Altaïr was faster, grabbing the cat in midair and taking him with him as he made his escape. The Rafiq had looked at the cat that Altaïr was holding in one hand and just told him that they didn’t have any food to spare for the cat. After that, the cat just pops up every now and then, helping Altaïr by being a distraction or actually trying to air assassinate guards with his claws. He accepts scritches only from Altaïr but any Assassin can pat his head and back. Once Altaïr was the mentor, he cuts part of his red sash and ties it around the cat’s neck, announcing him as part of the Brotherhood. (Altaïr is pretty sure Malik gives him half of his food every time the cat sits next to his plate and stares at him quietly)

Ezio first finds the white cat with the vibrant red ribbon in Villa Auditore. To be more specific, the cat had been sleeping on top of chest armor that was on the pedestal by Altaïr’s statue. The cat yawned and jumped off the pedestal, wiggling out of the bars, and sat in front of Ezio, meowing at him. Ezio scritches his neck which made the cat purr before rolling to his back and batting Ezio’s fingers lightly. After that, the cat seemed to stay in Villa Auditore most of the time but Ezio does see him walking around town as well. Everyone in town loves him and gives him food or just pets him. Only Ezio is allowed to scritch his neck. The cat also seems to have the habit of being in certain areas in town that would yield the most profit if Ezio was to rebuild/renovate them. Then he started appearing in certain sections that would bring more money to the town if he had the architect focus on them as their next project (like the abandoned mine). Claudia believes he’s a cat that brings good fortune. Ezio is simply just happy that petting the cat seemed to be helping their mother in some way. (Then the cat appears in Roma to help Ezio with finances and then in Constantinople to give Ezio tips on where to invest and Ezio, at this point, is pretty sure the cat doesn’t bring good fortune but is actually some kind of god of money and finances. Hey, if Minerva isn’t really a goddess, maybe the god of money and finances is a goddamn immortal cat)

Edward grabbed the first cat he sees when they finally landed somewhere safe after escaping the Spaniards because every ship needs to have a ship’s cat. Not just because they kept rodents at bay but because it’s superstition and sailors/pirates are a superstitious lot so Edward’s not gonna take any chances. Turns out the cat he dragged into the ship didn’t like being grabbed without even a ‘hello, beautiful’ and refused to kill rats. Instead, the cat, for some unknown reason, got all the rodents to be at his beg and call. In one loud yowl, rodents from all over the ship will skitter to his location………… which always turns out to be the captain’s quarters just as Edward was about to go to sleep.

Ratonhnhaké:ton was sure the white cat that appears and disappears all the time was some kind of spirit. That was the only reason he could think of to why he would always hear the same meow in the direction he needed to look at to have enough time to hide or to find whatever his target was. The white cat was also the best hunting partner Ratonhnhaké:ton ever had. What he lacked in strength, he made up with speed and the ability to jump from branches to branches faster than any animal Ratonhnhaké:ton had ever seen………… He also has the habit of suddenly swooping down from the rooftops and slamming into Haytham’s head, clawing his hat and, more than once, actually managing to take the hat off Haytham and running away with it, dragging it to the mud and getting Haytham to run after him where the poor hat ended up in horseshit. Strangely enough, Haytham never got angry at the white cat and when Ratonhnhaké:ton asked why, Haytham simply said…

“You do not anger the Rat Caller.”

[loiladadiani]

The other palaces in the Crimea

The Palace of Koreiz was owned by the Yousupov Family, and the inside photos show an exquisite place. It is worth taking the time to check them out.

The Palace of Kichkine was built by Grand Duke Dmitry Konstantinovich as a place he could enjoy with his nephews.

Dulber means "beautiful" or "heart stealing" in Tartar. This palace was built by Grand Duke Pyotr Nikolaievich. Design and construction were based on his sketches. The Grand Duke had great knowledge of Middle Eastern Architecture and history. The palace has more than 100 rooms.

The Vorontzov Palace (built by Prince Mikhail Vorontzov) is one of the oldest palaces in the Crimea. It has 150 rooms and is surrounded by gardens and parks. Vorontsov's palace started a tradition of imperial residency in the area. Many Russian elite were attracted to build villas and palaces in the Crimea.

Massandra: This palace was initially being built for the Vorontzovs, but a death in the family caused the project to halt. Alexander III bought the palace and had it redesigned. The family never stayed in the palace, preferring their other palace at Livadia (the old Livadia palace, not the beautiful white heaven we all know and love.

The Golytzin Palace: This palace can only be seen on the outside. It has a long and turbulent story. The Golytzin who built it only lived in it for one year.

Harax: Grand Duke George Mikhailovich's wife, Grand Duchess Marie Georgievna, wanted an English country house in the middle of the Middle East. Everybody thought it could not be done but it was. George and Marie spent the best years of their very troubled marriage living at Harax.

Bagçesaray Palace of the Crimean Khans is a compact architectural ensemble consisting of 17 buildings and 9 inner closed courtyards. I have included a photo here because it is a source of much controversy. The palace is said to be magically beautiful and, in 2013, was listed by UNESCO as a potential addition to its World Heritage List. It was the administrative capital of the Crimean Khanate from 1532 to 1783. Apparently, the renovations have been botched. The issues regarding this historic treasure will have to be picked up again once the region has restored peace. Right now, they are not the priority.

The nobility in the Crimea

By the end of the Russian Empire, Crimea had become the most coveted "vacation spot" for the Russian elites. Palaces continued to sprout up. The sun, sea, mountains, flowers...and nobility had each other. Summers in Crimea became almost like an informal season, with teas, picnics, the occasional balls, dinners, etc. And protocol was eased. The Tsar was a frequent visitor to Harax and Dulber (at one point.) He enjoyed sitting outside and smoking. When he was there, the cossacks were there for musical entertainment.

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[ancientrome]

Wall painting on black ground: landscape, from the imperial villa at Boscotrecase. Roman, Pompeian last decade of the 1st century BCE. x

Many private summer villas were located along the coast near Naples. One of the most sumptuous must have been the villa built by Agrippa, friend of the emperor Augustus and husband of his daughter, Julia. It stood overlooking the Bay of Naples from a spot near the modern town of Boscotrecase. The villa was partially excavated between 1903 and 1905 after its accidental discovery during work on a railway. Wall decorations that still survived in four bedrooms were removed. The Metropolitan Museum acquired sections from three rooms and the Archaeological Museum at Naples received the rest.

Agrippa died in 12 B.C. and his son, Agrippa Postumus became the villa's proprietor in 11 B.C. as inscriptions found there indicate. The frescoes must have been painted during renovations begun at the time. Painted by artists working for the imperial household, they are among the finest existing examples of Roman wall painting.

The so-called Black Room was one of a sequence of bedrooms facing south toward the downward slope of the mountain and the sea. The source of light was a wide doorway giving onto a terrace or promenade.

This ambiguous and sophisticated decoration is a masterpiece of the so-called third style of Roman wall painting, which flourished during the reign of Augustus. The theme is a playful rendition of architectural motif. A low red dado serves as the base from which a skeleton of thin white columns appears to rise against a black background. There almost weightless columns support pavilions, candelabra, tripods, and a narrow cornice that runs around the room. They were embellished with jewel-like decorations. On the back wall tiny swans, the bird of Apollo, patron god of Augustus, perch improbably on threadlike spirals, and yellow panels with Egyptianizing motifs must have brought to mind the recent annexation of Egypt after the death of Cleopatra in 30 B.C. This architectural scheme creates almost no sense of depth or volume. The black walls behind appear at once to be flat and to dissolve into limitless space. Tiny landscape vignettes float like islands in the middle of this blackness. Burnished to a high polish, these walls must have appeared magical indeed when illuminated by lamps at night.

[blueiscoool]

Archaeologists uncover ancient mosaic of the living room of brutal Publius Vedius Pollio

In the Pausilypon Archaeological Park, archaeologists from the University of Naples’ “L’Orientale” uncovered an ancient mosaic.

The park is located in Posillipo, which was an elite quarter of Naples in modern-day Italy during the Roman period. The park is accessible via the 770-meter-long “Grotta Seiano” tunnel, which was excavated during the Roman period. This park consists of ancient structures that face the sea but actually extend far below the sea’s surface. In fact, the Pausilypon Archaeological-Environmental Park shares boundaries with the Gaiola Sunken Park.

Pausilypo (“Pausilypon” in ancient Greek means “relieving from pain”) was a luxurious zone where the most famous people of the ancient Roman world, such as senators and wealthy cavaliers, had their extravagant villas.

The main attraction of the park is the villa of Publius Vedius Pollio, Emperor Augustus’ right hand, which was built in the first century B.C. This wealthy Roman cavalier was born into a freed slave family but was best known for his exploits with his own slaves. He became infamous for his luxurious tastes and cruelty to his slaves – when they displeased him, he supposedly had them fed to lampreys in an eel pond. In addition to his villa, he built a theater that could seat 2000 people, an Odeon for small shows, a Nymphaeum, and a spa complex.

When Publius Vedius Pollio’s slave broke a crystal cup, he sentenced him to death and insisted that he be thrown into a pool of moray eels. Emperor Augustus, a close friend of Pollio, told the self-made gagillionaire to spare the slave’s life. Augustus then ordered all Pollio’s expensive drinking vessels smashed and his pool filled in.

Pollio left his estate to Augustus after his death in 15 BC, along with instructions to erect a suitable monument on the site. Up until the time of Hadrian, who passed away in AD 138, the villa was owned by the empire and passed from one emperor to the next.

A mosaic floor from the villa’s initial construction phase has been discovered by archaeologists from the University of Naples “L’Orientale.” The mosaic, which is composed of tiny white tesserae with a double black frame, was discovered purposefully buried beneath renovation projects that Augustus had ordered following Vedius’s passing.

Stratigraphic dating is still missing, but based on the style that hall could date back to the late Republican age or Augustan at the latest”, says Marco Giglio, of the L’Orientale University of Naples, who led the excavation brought to light.

A refined white mosaic carpet with a double black frame delimits the living room overlooking the sea of Naples.

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

Down By The Lake

I know y’all are nasty so here’s the Rosénali smut from Academia AU but for everyone who’s just here for the naughty stuff!

come outside, i wanna show you something

The text had reached Denali just as she shouldered her bag, ready to head out to class. She couldn’t help the roll of her eyes. Of course Rosé had anything but class in her head on a day as hot as this.

Can’t, some of us have grades to keep xx

Unsurprisingly, Rosé wasn’t letting her off that easily.

you are the best dancer this stupid program has, you don’t need every single practice baby!

Unable to stop the smile creeping across her face, Denali shook her head.

I’m top of the class BECAUSE I show up every single practice. Not that you can relate.

Then, a few minutes of silence. Denali knew she should probably get going or she was going to be late, but she wanted to see Rosé‘s answer.

Finally, three dots implied the other girl was typing. And then, a picture.

Rosé’s thighs, naked except for tiny, ripped jeans shorts, pale skin spotted with freckles. A bottle of pink champagne and a whole box of raspberry sorbet in her lap as she sat in her white leather car seat. Denali swallowed heavily.

Another message came in.

i bought a picnic blanket too

Fuck, who could dance in an unacclimatised gym in this weather anyways? Shaking her head at herself, Denali dropped her bag onto her bed. Time to get out of her dance shorts again. Where was that cute little tennis skirt she’d borrowed from Liv?

5 mins

When Denali slid into the passenger’s seat, Rosé‘s grin was even wider than her own.

„I knew you’d come!“

Denali rolled her eyes at that, turning her head away from her. Rosé laughed, starting her engine.

„I don’t blame you, who could say no to this.“ She threw her hair back over her shoulder, pink curls falling free over her shoulders despite the overwhelming heat.

Biting her lip, Denali stayed silent at that. Of course, Rosé was right. Tinted sunglasses on her nose, her little shorts were paired with a cropped shirt, merch of Lagoona’s single, that Rosé had cut so high up that a thin line of skin right under her boobs was exposed. There was a little mole right on her upper rib that Denali had the urge to run her fingers over. But Rosé was driving, and they had a plan! Shaking her head, Denali rolled down the window and stuck her head out instead. The wind blowing into her face was somehow still hot, like a giant blowdrier. Her high ponytail danced in the hot stream of air behind her as Denali watched the meadows on either side of the road. They certainly weren’t driving into town.

„You look cute today“, Rosé said casually, one hand on the steering wheel as the other one reached over to Denali. It found her bare thighs, already covered in a thin layer of sweat despite the air conditioning in the car. She didn’t seem to mind too much though, as her thumb began drawing lazy circles on the tan skin.

„I like the skirt.“

Denali felt the heat rise to her face, and certainly not only there. She wasn’t going to mention that she had changed into this for Rosé, she wasn’t going to inflate the girls ego even more. But the fact that Rosé did notice and certainly appreciated it nonetheless made her heart flutter.

„Where are we going anyways?“, she asked, trying to keep the shaking undertone out of her voice as Rosé‘s thumb wandered up a little further, almost touching the hem of the skirt now.

„Secret spot“, she simply replied, grinning, „one of my favourite spots.“

They took a left turn onto a private road, passing a huge, freshly renovated villa. Denali couldn’t help the gasp escaping her lips at the sight, immediately turning to Rosé. „Do your parents live here?“

At that, Rosé laughed, grip on the inside of Denali’s thigh tightening. The dark haired girl tried her best not to shiver.

„No“, Rosé chuckled, „My dad‘s back in Scotland and mom lives in NYC.“ At Denali’s questioning look she continued, „I have no idea who lives there, but I hate what they did to the house. It used to be way more rustic. Lost all its character.“

The road they’d taken suddenly stopped at a little assemble of pine trees, in the middle of no where. No other houses, the town and campus must be far behind them, and all they had here was a line of trees and a bit of gravel where Rosé parked the car. Denali glanced over at her.

„If this is what I skipped rehearsal for-“

„No, it’s better, I promise!“ Rosé laughed, reaching into the backseat to grab the promised blanket and champagne bottle. Her shirt popped out of where she had tugged it into her jeans, revealing just the smallest line of skin. Denali felt her eyes drawn towards it like magnets, swallowing at the sight of a single birth mark right below the other girls abs. She swallowed, shaking off those thoughts.

It turned out Rosé wasn’t joking.

She lead her through the trees down a small dirt path, and after a few minutes of walking, the trees gave way to some sweet, green grass, an open beach to the lake she knew from campus. They must be on the opposite site of it, the other shore was barely visible.

But unlike on campus or in town, no other people were around. It was just them, the green grass, and a few ducks splashing around in the waves.

Rosé cackled and it was only then that Denali realised her mouth had fallen open.

„This technically belongs to the villa we passed“, Rosé explained, „but those snobs never come here. It’s just us.“

It turned out champagne tasted really good when it was expensive. And it tasted even better shared, while splayed out on a red and white checkered blanket, the sun above them and the green grass below.

They were laughing over stories Rosé told about growing up with two half sisters, about fighting with Jan and pulling pranks on Lagoona.

Denali threw her head back laughing and took a sip of champagne before handing the almost empty bottle over to Rosé.

„Finish that“, she mumbled, gently tapping her stomach. „I can’t handle any more bubbles in my tummy right now.“

„Weak“, Rosé commented, tossing back the last few gulps of sparkling liquor before mindlessly dropping the bottle beside her.

„Hey!“, Denali couldn’t help but pout, round doe eyes golden in the sun. When Rosé just shrugged she shook her head, leaning back on the blanket until her head hit the ground, eyes falling shut as she simply let herself soak up the warmth on her skin.

She looked ethereal. Bathed in bright sunlight, under a clear sky, her bare feet digging into the grass as she leaned back on their blanket, crossing her arms behind her head. Her little crop top rose up just the smallest bit, revealing just a little more of tan skin and toned abs, and Rosé felt her stomach drop.

„Denali“, she murmured, inching closer on the blanket.

„What?“, the dancer chuckled, head turning to face Rosé, her beautiful brown eyes widening at the intensity of the pink haired girl. Rosé was close, close enough to feel her breath against Denali’s skin, and she kept inching closer, leaning over her. Soft lips grazed over her shoulder, light as a feather, and a shiver ran down her spine.

„You’re beautiful.“

It was more of a whisper than anything else, but Denali felt every hair on her skin rise up anyways. A tattooed hand found the hem of her shirt, Rosé‘s fingertips hot on her skin as they slid underneath the fabric, running along the lines of Denali’s muscles.

„Rosie“, she gasped, eyes falling shut at the almost tingly sensation. This was new, but oh, was it good.

Rosé‘s other hand supported herself as she began drawing little circles against Denali’s skin, breathing in the smell of daffodils, fresh grass and Denali’s citrus perfume. Her fingers wandered further up, pushing the fabric with them, and Denali gasped again when she felt them graze her ribcage.

The dark haired girl blinked, eyes finding Rosé hovering over her, pupils dilated with want, her lips parted just the slightest bit. It was like she was a dying man in a desert and Denali was the first source of water in days. Slowly, Rosé inched closer, leaning down towards Denali. The dancer didn’t stop her, that was the last thing she’d do. In this moment, Rosé was the most beautiful thing Denali had ever laid eyes on. Her breath tingled on Denali’s face, it smelled like champagne and Coca Cola.

And then, their lips touched. Rosé leaned down, finally closing the remaining bit of distance between them. Her lips found Denali’s like opposite poles on a magnet, mending together perfectly. She tasted fresh, like soda, mints and sparkling water, like the perfect refreshment for a hot day like this. For a life like this.

Her tongue slipped between Denali’s lips, hot and urgent, and the whine she let out before she could stop herself was swallowed by Rosé‘s kiss.

The hand on Denali’s ribs remained steady, pushing her down onto the blanket, shifting in her position until she was on top of Denali, one knee on each side of her hips, pink curls falling down as she leaned over her to create a rosy veil that shielded them from the outside world, a little vault where it was just them. Their lips reunited and Denali’s eyes fell shut, letting herself get lost in the sensation, lost in Rosé. The older girls hand continued its journey, ghosting over her ribs once more before finally coming up further, pulling the blue fabric of Denali’s shirt up enough to expose her nipples, already hardened from just their kisses. A gentle breeze ghosted over them and Denali shivered.

Suddenly, she remembered where they were. „Rosé!“, she gasped out, pulling away enough to look the older girl in the eyes.

Her lips curled into a small grin, free hand stroking Denali’s cheek. „Don’t worry“, she whispered, „no one ever comes here. This is a private place.“ Before Denali had the chance to reply, her lips met Rosé‘s again, and any form of concern left her mind completely. Her back pushed off the ground, into Rosé‘s lingering touch. She needed more, more than small grazing, more than just her fingertips.

„Please!“, Denali gasped out, a plea that was heard immediately. Rosé’s lips let go of hers, pressing a small kiss to each corner of her mouth, each little dimple on her cheeks before wandering further, along her jaw, even lower. Her palm closed around her left boob, gently massaging the flesh as her lips came to a halt on her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.

A moan escaped Denali’s throat, loud and shameless and she felt Rosé grin against her pulse point, teeth grazing her skin before soothing the spot she sucked on with her tongue, finishing with a small kiss before wandering down just a few inches to do it all over again. Denali knew that there must already be bruises blooming on her skin. Markings of Rosé, signaling who Denali belonged to now. The thought made her head spin.

Suddenly, Denali was the starving man and Rosé was the only thing that could ease her hunger. She needed her, now.

„Rosie“, she whispered, and Rosé‘s head shot up, eyes full of concern all of a sudden. Her hand reached up to gently stroke Denali’s cheek. „Are you okay?“, she asked. „Is this too much?“

Denali almost snorted out at that, quickly shaking her head. „Not at all.“

Her hand found Rosé‘s, and she held eye contact as she brought them to her lips, gently kissing the tips of Rosé‘s middle and index finger. They were soft, nails short. She could see the pink haired girl swallow in response, and it made Denali smile. „I want it“, she husked, the next kiss to Rosé‘s fingers lingering just a little longer. „I want you.“

At that, something seemed to shift in Rosé. Denali felt her weight shift on top of her, felt the heat of her skin, the way her hips pushed down against Denali just a little bit. Tattooed fingers gently pressed down onto her bottom lip, and Denali didn’t hesitate, letting her mouth fall open, fingers slipping inside.

Rosé felt dizzy. Denali was staring up at her with perfect, innocent doe eyes. A complete contrast to the way she started to suck on her fingers, her warm tongue swirling around the digits with precision. She felt her own hips grind down against her, the feeling of butterflies in her abdomen intensifying.

Rosé let Denali suck a little longer, indulging in the sight in front of her, in the heat pooling between her legs at the feeling of Denali’s mouth around her fingers. When she pulled them out at last, Denali almost looked disappointed. Rosé smiled down at her, wet fingers lazily trailing down her neck again.

„Look at you“, she whispered, their foreheads meeting, „being such an angel for me.“

This time, Denali leaned up to close the gap between them, pulling her into a hungry, wanting kiss. Rosé couldn’t help but smile into it, letting her hand trail down further. Her hands found the little tennis skirt again, pushing it up to sit high on Denali’s waist. Now her wonderful, round thighs were revealed fully, as well as her cotton panties, already graced by a large damp spot.

Rosé felt her mouth water, but she slowed down in her movements again, wet fingers on Denali’s thighs.

„Still okay?“

Denali responded with almost a groan, hips bucking upwards into Rosé‘s touch. „Rosie I swear, if you don’t fuck me right now I’m walking home!“

This time, it was Rosé who gasped, eyes darkening at Denali’s directness. Her fingers dug into the soft inside of her thighs, snaking up and around until they rested on her hip. Her fingers drew little circles around her hip bones, eyes fluttering shut at the soft flesh underneath her fingers.

„Rosie“, Denali as much as whined, glancing up at her with round, pleading eyes. Her lips, plush and red from kissing were pulled into a small pout.

As Rosé leaned down to kiss the pout away, her fingers hooked underneath the waistband of the other girl’s cotton panties. She ran her tongue along the inside of Denali’s lips, before pulling away just the slightest bit, their noses still touching. Her grip on the cotton tightened „Okay?“

Denali nodded quickly, with an almost frantic urgency. And Rosé smiled. „Okay.“ The panties were discarded of in one swift motion, leaving Denali’s bottom bare apart from the skirt bunching at her waist.

Rosé had never seen something more beautiful. Her lips attached to the other girls neck, kissing down her jaw and along her collarbones urgently, intensely. The palms of her hands wandered over Denali’s thighs, indulging in the feeling of soft skin and muscle, teasing over her bare ass before wandering back to her front. One hand settled on her hips, a body part of hers Rosé was already obsessed with, as the other slowly snaked closer and closer to her center.

One finger ran over the outside of her labia experimentally, and Rosé sucked in a sharp breath at the slick coating her index finger immediately. Lips pressed against Denali’s pulse point, she mumbled.

„You’re so fucking wet already.“ A chuckle, and then a small bite. „All for me.“

The whine Denali let out was guttural, her hips jerking upwards into Rosé‘s hand, chasing something, anything she could get.

„Please“, she panted, eyes pressed shut in pure, hot need.

Rosé graced the spot she bit with a gentle kiss, her tongue licking along the length of Denali’s neck. „Anything for you“, she promised, and she meant it.

Her hand repositioned, palm pressing down on Denali’s clit and the girl gasped out loudly, pushing up against the new friction. Rosé drank up the sight of it, the sounds of Denali’s pleasure, the feeling of her hot skin against hers a better drug than anything she’d ever tried and will ever try. Nothing could beat this.

She let Denali grind against her, once, twice, before her other hand pushed her hip back down onto the blanket again, eliciting a small cry of frustration from Denali.

Rosé chuckled, leaning up to press a small kiss to her lips. „Relax princess“, she smiled, and Denali audibly sighed into the kiss at the new nickname.

And just as her body relaxed underneath Rosé, the first finger pushed inside her, drawing a teasing circle around her entrance before sliding in with no resistance at all. Denali’s head hit the ground, eyes pressed shut and her mouth falling open at the feeling. A second finger joined, the slick, wet sound music to their ears.

Rosé wasted no time, quickly settling into a fast paced rhythm, pumping in and out relentlessly.

Denali mewled, her hands grabbing for something to hold onto, a request Rosé quickly complied. Her other hand wandered back up her body, along her hip, right in the middle of her chest, goosebumps rising on the sensitive skin. Her hand quickly found Denali’s, fingers interlacing over the other girls head, and the way her hips pushed up into Rosé‘s hand at the new position drove the other girl insane. Rosé’s head dove down, connecting back to Denali’s neck in a fierce, fiery kiss, sucking on the hot skin in sync with her fingers.

Heat built up in Denali’s stomach, a tingling sensation slowly creeping further through her body like spreading mist, until her entire world was nothing but rose tinted heat.

„Rosie, I… I‘m gonna-“, and then, with one more buck of her hips into Rosé‘s pumping fingers, she came undone. The other girls name on her lips, she couldn’t tell if it was a scream or a whisper, body collapsing onto the blanket, her only connection to reality the feeling of Rosé‘s hand holding hers, her thumb running over her palm as she slowly pulled out.

In this moment, they both felt complete.

For Rosé, more than she ever had before. Denali was the missing puzzle piece for her restlessness. She finally made her feel at peace, right here, just live in the moment. She was the only thing that mattered.

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Top 12 Best Beach Resorts In Bali Where You Can Enjoy To The Fullest

Bali One of the Top Destinations in the World Bali, the 'Island of the Gods' welcomes guests from all over the world, and charms them with its dazzling white sand beaches, lush forests and rice fields, serene river valleys and Invites to buzzing nightlife. When it comes to exotic beauty with lush, wildlife-filled forests, stunning lakes and waterfalls, as well as postcard-perfect beaches and crystal-clear warm waters for excellent snorkeling and diving. While many romance seekers come to enjoy its charm, it is ideal for all types of travelers from singles to families. Due to the plethora of beautiful places to visit, Bali has plenty of budget-friendly hotels located near famous streets and beaches, yet away from the busy streets.

1. Nandini Jungle Resort And Spa Bali

Nandini Bali Jungle Resort & Spa Ubud is set on the slopes of the Ayung River valley.Located in Payangan, Nandini Bali Resort & Spa Ubud offers luxury 5-star accommodation, as well as a jacuzzi and a swimming pool. The many facilities provided by this traditional resort include a free shuttle service, a coffee bar and an express check-in and check-out facility. The property offers free bicycles, daily afternoon tea, morning meditation class as well as free Also offers a relaxing 15-minute welcome massage. Nandini Bali Resort & Spa Ubud has been recently renovated and offers 24-hour reception, valet parking and babysitting/child services. Those staying at the property are able to enjoy a book in the on-site library. Each room at the resort has a private balcony and all the necessary amenities for a comfortable stay. Each has a range of entertainment facilities including a flat-screen TV and a DVD player. In addition to the standard of Indonesia Care, all guests enjoy free Wi-Fi in all rooms and free parking if arriving by car. Conveniently located in the Ubud part of Bali, this property brings you close to attractions and interesting dining options.

                Best Facilities Of This Resort

Outdoor swimming pool

Free WiFi in all rooms

Spa and wellness centre

Airport transfer

Bicycle rental

Wild Ginger Restaurant

Room service

Non-smoking rooms

Tea/coffee maker in all rooms

Bar

Breakfast

2. Sumberkima Hill Retreat

Sumberkima Hill is a private villa in a stunning location. Dive into a world of adventure and discovery. Deepen your practice at our Yogashala, learn about the story of the land through the ecology as well as the legends of the temples. Hike through the hills and soak in the sunset, snorkel through our underwater art gallery and dance with the coral. Be inspired and fill your heart with the magic of Sumberkima! Sumbarkima, a seaside village next to Pemuteran near Menjangan Island. Top diving and snorkeling. The villas offer luxury and a Balinese atmosphere with a private infinity edge pool. You can enjoy the privacy of an individual villa, but still have resort-type services at your disposal.Perfect base to explore this side of Bali. Within 3 miles (5 km) of this Pemuteran villa, you'll find Pemuteran Bay and Banyuwedang Hot Spring Water. The Nature Conservation Forum Putri Menjangan and Pemuteran Beach are also within 6 miles (10 km).

                Best Facilities Of This Resort

Outdoor swimming pool

Children Activities (Kid / Family Friendly)

Free WiFi

Minibar

Non-smoking rooms

Family rooms

Free parking

Airport shuttle

Spa and wellness centre

Suma Restaurant

Room service

Tea/coffee maker in all rooms

Very good breakfast

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1928 Spanish style villa on Gibson Island, Maryland has 5bd. 6ba. $5.995M + a whopping $869 mo. HOA fee.

Yes, it’s white, but think of it as a blank slate. After all, if we have $6M to buy it, we should have the money to paint it, right? It’s a shame that the white beams just blend into the ceiling. Beautiful windows, though, w/a great view of the Magothy River.

This is a nice feature with the dining area is raised above the sitting room. 

You walk thru the pantry/bar from the dining room to the kitchen. 

The kitchen also has a great view of the river.

If you’re wondering where the fridge is, it’s in the storage room. 

Interesting stairs- they must’ve been service stairs.

Nice renovated bath.

This looks more like a den than a family room. 

The main bd. has a great view and is on the ground floor.

There’s a closet in the room, plus a walk-in. 

And, this nicely renovated en-suite.

Double doors open to the garden and river.

Stairs to the 2nd fl. bds. and baths.

Nice large room with access to a terrace.

Isn’t this nice?

Seems like all of the bds. are spacious with nice en-suites.

Look at the guest house outside.

1.05 acres of land.

The views of the lake can’t be beat. 

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/714-Skywater-Rd-Gibson-Island-MD-21056/36050471_zpid/

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Into a farm of about 15 hectares with overhanging large building built with stones,currently used partly as a dwelling (well renovated) and partly as a stable,barn and porch for a total of about 500 square meters for 2 floors.

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Dominant position,isolated and convenient to reach

- Connected cellar - Garden,connected apartment - Accessory land

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With my construction company I have built residential,private,commercial,industrial,green,bio and normal construction sites.I managed projects,construction sites,materials,employees,vehicles.But visited also dozens of cities,spaces and properties from lakes to mountains,from the sea to rivers,from hills to plans.I spend a lot of time on my construction sites observing the progress of the works,the workers,the equipment and the technical means,the construction techniques and the materials,as I do for rafting,photography and communication.At first I also followed the real estate agent course and I was also involved in sales.

In this sector,too,I have now held almost all management roles and today construction is the main branch of my company,which split into:

- constructions 360 °; - bioconstructions,green buildings,passive houses. - acquisition and sale of Villas,Hotels,Resorts and Castles.

After the management of an hotel on the sea in Italy,I entered also in a trading round of acquisition and sale of Villas,Hotels,Resorts and Castles,one of the branch of mine present construction company.I also visited dozens of properties in the most exclusive places.

I did 6 months in New Zealand,lived in 3 different places and travelled a lot,where I was also able to visit and see new types of buildings,materials and techniques,useful for my construction company.

Over the years I have made dozens of improvements in my properties and rafting bases.In this last case,for the wooden structures that were added to the existing reinforced concrete ones,I acted as a consultant for an architect who managed European funds for mountain tourism.In addition to designing the wooden structures,I managed the redevelopment of at least three other structures in the valley,with bathrooms,changing rooms,bar,office and parking,relax area,solarium,gift shop,free tents area. In about 25 years of river activities I have tested dozens of rivers,locations here and there,as well as different types of rafts,hydrospeed,kayaks and other means for white water to understand the destination of spots for tourism and sports.

I founded Patrick Carafa Construction offerings range between the different sectors of the scope construction addressing stakeholders and not the field,because the activities aimed at the same are dedicated to individuals and companies that they want to make use of experience,knowledge and competence.News of Patrick Carafa Construction are the green building,bioconstruction,passive houses and restructuring and specializes in property management,as well as in "turnkey" taking care of the preliminary studies of feasibility and the acquisition,design and construction,the finishing and delivery,management,construction,renovation,purchase and sale.Villas,Hotels,Castles and Resorts are in the availability of the company.

Moreover I created a team of experienced professional engineers,architects,interior designer and project managers who create and develop ideas together with clients for custom built homes,villas and residences.We work on projects from the earliest stages of design to develop exterior and interior solutions,a cost plan and construction programme with design services for Interior/Exterior/Landscaping,Building Permits,Project Management & Construction and Additional Services.