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Most faithful Friend

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Made for SL20 // April 2022 // https://www.sl20.org/copy-of-march-2022

Finally I have holidays… Easter Holidays!

I really did desire them this time, as the times at school are really became more and more rough. Covid added it’s part and explaining or talking about the war in Europe to the kids didn’t make it easier either.

When I woke up this morning, it felt like someone took a huge rock off my shoulders. I woke up and with the feeling I just could stay in bed, the day felt so much more nice as it did the past few month. I sounds weird but it really felt like that.

With all my new freedom for the next 2 weeks, I would love to work on some ideas I had in mind over the past months – I hope I can do as much as possible, to get all my visions out of my head into pictures and styles. Todays picture, was made for the actual SL20 magazine and the theme was shoes. I made in total 4 pictures and certainly I had to wear some of my personal favorite shoes.

DRD is one of my favorite store for ages. I admire Jaimy’s texture skills and her incredible creativity. The details on all of her designs are stunning and every time I wear her things I discover more little things I didn’t see before. With the sticker Stompers she just right went into my heart. Those are shoes I wore myself for many years. Her love and eye for the details shows again with all those little stickers and the overall used look of the shoes.

But now… it is time for new visions and adventures in pictures and looks 😉

Clothing

Top: AsteroidBox – “Jodie Shirt” (Maitreya)
Pants: DRD – “Slacker Pants/Light” (Maitreya)
Shoes: DRD – “Sticker Stompers – Colors” (Maitreya)

Accessories

Glasses: [CX] – “Farseer Glasses – Silver”
Piercing (Nose): Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)
Piercing (Mouth): LittleFish – “EziliV2” (Lel. EvoX, Avalon)
Earrings: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Earring Mads all linked” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)
Ear Lobes: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)
Collar: [CX] – “Sinister Summer Collar – Onyx/Silver” (unrigged, Gacha, Common)
Necklace: DRD – “Lamy Necklace – Tarnished Silver” (unrigged)
Nails: RAWR! – “Heavy Metal Nails” (Maitreya, Bento)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: no.match – “No_Freak”

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”
Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3”
Tattoo 1:  .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Moth ( Dark )” (LeL. EvoX BoM)
Tattoo 2:  .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Dark Take Over” (BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Pose: selfmade
Set: DRD – “Neclected Bed Room”
Animal: [Rezz Room] – “Jack Russell Adult Animesh (Companion)”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

“My heart will always belong to you.”

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TUNES

Davy Jones’ final words to Calypso come when she asks him: “and what of your fate… Davy Jones?” Davy responds softly with, “My heart will always belong to you.” Davy fades away while Calypso smiles, showing genuine love between the two characters.

Lately I was watching the ‘Pirates of the Carribean’ series again and when I saw the new head from BeSpoke, I totally had to do a picture inspired by Davy Jones. Davy Jones even got his own theme song for the movies and I had to share that above in the tunes link. I was playing that kinda in circles when I did work on the picture. It so very well describes the 2 souls in Davy Jones chest. He once was a good man and had loving heart and in the end he full of anger and fury – I love how the song does reflect exactly that.

The amazing “Monster Cthulhu” head from BeSpoke you can find at the actual round of Engine Room. It does have neck sizes for male and female and all that amazing skin colors you know from BeSpoke. Engine Room is one of my favorite events during the year, as you can find so many different things for a steampunk or diesel – or aether punk styles and sceneries. I simply love that styles. The lovely coat I am wearing as well is available at the Engine Room. Toksik made this amazing ornamented and incredible textured long coat as their exclusive for the event. I does come with a huge color HUD. For my set I used new leases from Engine Room only, too, to show you what amazing backgrounds you can create 😉

The event is open until the 20th or April if you want to take a look by yourself – taxi is in the credits below, just click the “Engine Room” letters 🙂

Clothing

Outfit: toksik – “Debonair Coat” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Engine Room

Accessories

Hand Accessories: .Drastic.  – “Tentacle Jewelry”

Nails: L’Emporio&PL – “::*Tormento*::”(Maitreya, Bento)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: BeSpoke – “Monster Cthulhu – Head (female neck)” – NEW @ Engine Room

Eyes: Madame Noir – “Iceberg Eyes 1” (BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Pose: selfmade

Backdrop: Spires Society – “Lament of Innocence” – NEW @ Engine Room

Deco 1: -Jane&FInch-  – “Outer Satellite” – NEW @ Engine Room

Deco 2: (:ERG:) – “Water Tank ~Dreaming Fish~ (Large) v1” – NEW @ Engine Room

Deco 3: WLS – “STEAMPUNK AIRSHIP v1.0”- NEW @ Engine Room

Heart: CURELESS[+] – “Valentine’s Heart”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Wicca’s Originals @ NEO Japan // March 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ NEO Japan // March 26th – April 23rd

The lights outside Pyper’s window were bright, almost too bright, They glared throughout the city, illuminated every building as far as the eye could see. Yet beyond, there was only darkness.

Such is the way of space. Light and dark battling for dominance. A station floating among the stars as a refuge: a beacon for intergalactic travelers from the cold darkness of space. To Pyper, it was simply home.

Pyper held the notable distinction of being the first human born on this station, thanks to the fact that her parents were among the first to build this new colony. As word spread, other species arrived, as well as human explorers and settlers.

That was over 50 years ago, based on the Earth calender and the only home Pyper ever knew. When she came into adulthood, Pyper could have boarded a ship and traveled throughout known space or explored beyond. She was well educated, thanks to her parents and highly skilled in engineering, physics and biochemistry. Instead, Pyper chose to remain and follow in the family business. Her parents worked hard all their lives, sometimes at great risk to their own safety and sanity, to see this dream realized. A neutral platform where races across the galaxy could meet and work together.

Dressed in a synthetic, leather-like jumpsuit that stored body heat and reduced the need for room-by-room heating units, Pyper finished dressing as she continued to stare out the windows. While all her wardrobe was standard for the residents, Pyper did indulge in one luxury – her boots.

While they were constructed by the same materials as her clothing, Pyper had them custom made to include platformed wedge to the sole that not only elevated her height, but gave her a feeling of personal power. Her mother once referred to them as ‘ass kicking heels’. Whatever they were called back on Earth, Pyper wore them with more than a bit of attitude.

Seeing time grew short, Pyper gathered the last of her things and left her quarters. The tram system platform that transported residents everywhere in the city was across from her building.

Within minutes Pyper arrived at work. She had taken over for her father after his death at 173 Earth years. Why is it the good die so young?

The doors opened automatically as Pyper approached so she never had to break her stride. Confident, brilliant, fierce, fair-minded – all adjectives used to describe Pyper Inshan when she assumed her father’s duties.

“Good morning, Ambassador Inshan,” Pyper’s aide greeted her with respectful bow, “The Kherillion delegation awaits you in the Great Hall.“

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Hourglass, Freya, Reborn
HUD: 10 Colors & Metals each
Event Location: NEO Japan // March 2022

Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // March 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ The Warehouse Sale // March 23rd – April 18th

Pierce Pressure

“You have to do it, Yhesy! Everyone at school has the piercing.”
Jessie may be my bestie, but at times like this her whiny pleas can really grate on my last nerve. She is the one from the good family and she’s the one pressuring me to bow to peer pressure. Go figure.

It’s Friday afternoon and a half school day, otherwise I would not have let Jessie drag me downtown to a questionable looking tattoo parlor. She’s the one who brought me here. I live not far from here, but even I have never been to this area. Go figure.

It’s not like I am a prude or a snob. My wardrobe runs to the punk/goth side, where Jessie is the preppie cheerleader. I doubt Jessie has ever been downtown in her life, since her family has a huge house on the upper east side. Go figure.

People look at us and whisper that I am the bad influence because I dress differently and my naturally blond hair has dark purple streaks. I am the one getting straight A’s in school and tutoring Jessie in nearly every class so she doesn’t flunk out. Go figure.

Now it is Jessie who is nervous as her fingernails dig into my arm when we walk into the ship. Despite the questionable neighborhood, the shop is clean, well lit and organized. The two guys inside exchange a look as we walk in. I can just imagine what they are thinking about this odd couple. Go figure.

“How can we help you, ladies,” the guy at the far end of the shop asks. He is shirtless and has the most amazing tattoos, but it’s his piercings that have my attention. Though I may still be considered jail bait at 17, I can appreciate a good looking guy a couple years older. Go figure.

“My … my … my friend wants her ear pierced,” Jessie stutters. Yes, the cheerleaders of Walt Whitman High School think more than one ear piercing is edgy and why they all have one extra piercing; all filled with a shiny and expensive diamond stud. Go figure.

The guy closer to the door barks out a laugh while the hottie just shakes his head and leans back in his chair. “That’s what mall jewelry shops are for, little girl. Besides, I don’t work on underage kids. It’s the law.”

“I’m 18,” I say as I step closer, “and I want that piercing.” I point to a picture on the wall of a three spike piercing along the length of a nose. I have secretly longed for such a piercing, but would never admit it out loud. Took Jessie’s whining to join the ‘in crowd’ to take the next step. Go figure.

I hand the guy my driver’s while I continue to stare at the piercing with longing. I ignore Jessie’s whispered protests in my ear and the tug on my arm to move me toward the door. Sure, she wanted me to follow the latest trend, but never expected me to take her ‘pierce pressure’ to a completely different level. Go figure.

“This says your 17, sweetheart,” Mr. McHottie says as he hands back my I.D. I also notice he gives me a very thorough appraisal from head-to-toe that makes me tingle all over. I did a little looking of my own and noticed the advanced online college course on his laptop. Sexy and smart all rolled up in a yummy looking package in a out of the way tattoo place. Go figure.

“My birthday is Sunday,” I admit as I put my I.D. in my pocket. “What’s a day or two? I am here now.”

“A day or two is the difference between my loosing my license and not, sweetheart. If you still want the piercing, come back on Sunday and I will do it for free. We’ll call it a birthday present.”

“I’ll be here Sunday,” I say with confidence and a quirk of a smile. “And my name is Yhesy, sweetheart.” Maybe Jessie’s little push turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Free piercing and another look at hotstuff in tight jeans. Go figure.

“Mine’s Kieran,” he say as he holds out is hand to me. As I take it, I feel the electricity pass between us. Oh, yes, this will be a very memorable 18th birthday.

Go figure.

Sizes: unrigged – unisex // mod/copy/no trans
HUD: 10 Metals (various show/hide options for all kind of different parts)
Event Location: The Warehouse Sale // March 2022

Shall I go and change my point of view?

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TUNES

Neon on my skin
Passing silhouettes of strange illuminated mannequins
Shall I stay here at the zoo
Or shall I go and change my point of view for other ugly scenes
You did what you did to me, now it’s history I see
Things will happen while they can

[- Guano Apes -]
Clothing

Top: AsteroidBox – “Anya Top” (Maitreya Petite)

Accessories

Headpiece: cinphul – “diode [kanzashi set]” – NEW @ NEO Japan // March 2022
Earrings & Plugs: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Uzumaki Female Human EvoX” – NEW @ NEO – Japan // March 2022
Glasses: [CX] – “Farseer Glasses – Silver”
Piercing (Nose): Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)
Piercing (Mouth): LittleFish – “EziliV2” (Lel. EvoX, Avalon)
Bracers: [CX] – “Ruffian Armguards” (Maitreya)
Rings & Nails: L’Emporio&PL – “Ancestral” (Maitreya, Bento)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: No.Match – “No_Tendencies”

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”
Teeth: [CX] – “Strigoi’s Fangs – Silver Type.1 ( Size E / Wider )”
Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3” + “Petite V1.1”
Tattoo:  .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo Seiryu ( Medium )” (LeL. EvoX BoM) – NEW @ NEO – Japan // March 2022

Poses, Props & Tools

Pose: [Empowered] – “Cigarette Poses” (Bento)
Backdrop: .PALETO. – “Backdrop: Nagoya” – NEW @ NEO – Japan // March 2022
Cigarette: [CX] – “Mantid Quellazaire” – NEW @ Engine Room // March 2022

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

There is an answer to the darkest times…

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Finally I am able to post something again. Life is really crazy and kinda turned upside down lately for various reasons. They will calm down again that I know, but it is very tiring and exhausting if life takes so much energy and power at once.

I like to say making pictures is holidays for my brain and it is relaxing. 99% of the time that is true as well, if you do not commit to picture assignments, not knowing that your real life hacks in so bad. But I was able to fulfill all those commitments and now I was able to do my own pictures again.

I am not very talkative at the moment and I hope you do not mind, I will be back with stories and short peeks into my life again soon, as soon as my real life gets more straight and calm again.

Today my styles are filled with a lot of AsteroidBox and Eclipse Art Studio designs. I love those designs and after all the stress I wanted to fool around with things I like out of my own comfort zone *winks* Certainly I have credited all designs below my second picture as always and if you need a location just click the bands names for a SURL to their main stores. If the items out at an event, you just need to click on the event behind the item and you will get your direct TP to that one.

I will get back to work and use the time for more pictures and ideas I have stuck in my mind for the past 2 weeks and hope I can realize a few more over the weekend…

See you soon

♥Wicca♥

Clothing

Top: AsteroidBox – “Alina Shirt” (Maitreya)
Pants: AsteroidBox – “Iris Shorts” (Maitreya)
Tights: Izzie’s – “Tights black” (BoM)
Shoes: AsteroidBox – “Nico Boots” (Maitreya) – NEW @ Equal10 // March 2022

Accessories

Earrings: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Earring Mads all linked” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)
Ear Lobes: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)
Blindfold: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Abel Blindfold Female”
Piercing (Nose): Wicca’s Originals – “Jadeon Piercing” + “Tegan Piercing Set” (unrigged)
Piercing (Mouth): LittleFish – “EziliV2” (Lel. EvoX, Avalon)
Collar: [CX] – “Spellbound Collar” – NEW @
Bracers: Blindfold: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Jordi Forearm” (Maitreya)
Rings & Nails: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Infernal Claw” (Maitreya, Bento)
Belt: Salt & Pepper (S&P) – “Bondage POSH belt” (Maitreya)
Knees: duckie – “Leg Bands black” (Maitreya)

Hair & Makeup

Hair: Exile – “Abby 1”
Branding: Nefekalum Tattoos – “Lucky (Both/Red)” (LeL. EvoX BoM)

Head, Body & Tattoo

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Avalon 3.1”
Body: Maitreya – “Lara V5.3”
Tattoo:  .:Vegas:. – “Tattoo No Remorse ( Dark )” (LeL. EvoX BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Pose (incl. Book): Diversion – “Book Lover – 1M” (Bento)
Backdrop: .PALETO. – “Backdrop: SEWER”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Wicca’s Originals @ Engie Room // March 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ Engine Room // March 20th – April 20th

What To Wear? What To Wear?

It’s another bright, new day in Hornet City. Well, maybe bright, if it weren’t for the heavy layer of smog that hung over the city like a shroud. Decade after decade of mechanisms spewing caustic smoke into the air and everything is permanently marked with soot and smut.

Despite all the pollution, life goes on. After a decontamination shower, since water is affordable only by the uber wealthy, I stand on the reclaimator. Natural resources are long gone, so reclaimators were created to recycle and reuse old items.

What shall I wear today?

Hair – bright red with a black streak, pulled into a ponytail.
Eyes – metallic gold with extended vision capabilities.
Outfit – typical black jumpsuit of the worker class.
Footwear – typical black boots of the worker class.

Ah, but what is this? Something new on the menu! It must be the bonus I was promised for exceeding my monthly production quota. An upgrade!

As instructed, I insert my hands deep into the open slots in the wall. Suddenly my arms are engulfed in a steel cage and I am unable to move away. The sharp pain lasts only seconds, but it is enough to make me dizzy.

I do not know how long I am trapped in the reclaimator’s unrelenting grip when the machine finally beeps three times and releases its hold.

Trembling, I pull my arms free and find my hands and forearms gone and replaced by mechanicals. Cables, pistons and gears move with precision as I flex long, metal fingers. Only my palms are covered by wrapped leather pieces.

The caps on my fingertips appear hinged and an odd button is on the inside of both wrists. When pressed, the fingertip caps flip back and long, sharp metal claws extend out of my fingers another two inches.

My eyes gleam with excitement as I admire my new upgrade.

“Wicked.”

Sizes: Maitreya, Legacy[F], Legacy[M], Jake, Gianni

HUD: 10 Colors & Metals (plus a hide/show version for the claws with fingertip open or closed)

Event Location: Engine Room // March 2022

Imagine…

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TUNES

Imagine there’s no heaven
It’s easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us, only sky
Imagine all the people
Livin’ for today
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion, too
Imagine all the people
Livin’ life in peace
Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will live as one
[- John Lennon -]
Clothing

Top: Wicca’s Originals – “Maia” (Maitreya)

Accessories

Earrings: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Earring Mads all linked” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)
Ear Lobes: .:E.A.Studio:. – “Inazuma Plug” (LeLUTKA EvoX female/human)
Piercing: Wicca’s Originals – “Kieran Piercing” (unrigged)
Gloves: Wicca’s Originals -“Burton Hands” (Maitreya, Bento)

Hair & Makeup

Lashes: (NO) – “Glitter Lelutka Lashes – Set of 3” (LeL. EvoX Applier)
Scar 1: [POUT!] – “OUCH! Face Stitches – Brow (Right)” (LeL. EvoX BoM)
Scar 2: [POUT!] – “OUCH! Stitches – Ear bandaids” (LeL. EvoX BoM)
Scars 3: Hexed – “Killer Scars FULL VERSION (TINTABLE)” (LeL. EvoX BoM)
Face Art: Nefekalum Tattoos – “Lucky (Right/Silver)” // (LeL. EvoX BoM)

Head, Body & Tattoos

Head: LeLUTKA – “EvoX Milan 3.1” – NEW @ Skin Fair // March 2022
Head Skin: leLAPEAU – “Evo X – Lum Skin – GA Ivory (No Brows)” – NEW @ Skin Fair // March 2022
Head/Shoulder Tattoo: Hexed – “Venomous Tattoo BLACK MID” (LeL. EvoX BoM)
Body Skin: Glam Affair – “Body skin Fit – Maitreya ( Ivory )” (BoM)

Poses, Props & Tools

Pose: myself
Butterflies: *PKC* – “Face Butterflies”

Model, Stylist & Photographer

Wicca Merlin

Wicca’s Originals @ WCF 18+ // March 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ WCF 18+ // March 1st – March 31st

Finding Your Inner Self – Part 2

It’s been almost three months since Erin found that first note in her lunch bag. Since then, one appeared each week. The notes made no threats of a public exposure over the racy book that was placed in among her more sedate reading selections. Quite the opposite. The notes implied that Erin might enjoy many aspects of her hidden book.

Erin tried to catch the culprit, stalker, secret admirer; she wasn’t even sure what label to use. Unfortunately, the entrance to the employee breakroom was not monitored and too far from her desk at the entrance to the museum to see who lingered in that area. And with each new note, Erin’s curiosity and interest grew.

Evelyn, the museum’s secretary, approached the reception desk signaling Erin’s lunch break. It took all of Erin’s self control to remain calm and not run to the breakroom. As always, Erin had the room to herself. With her breath held, Erin rushed in and snatched her lunch from the fridge. Without ceremony, Erin dumped the contents. She didn’t care about the food, it was her weekly note she needed more than sustenance.

Nothing. It was Friday and so far, no note made an appearance inside her lunch and for some reason Erin could not explain, this made her sad. Each week, Erin looked forward to a new note with growing anticipation. They made her feel … noticed. They made her feel … wanted. Now, she felt empty.

When had it happened? When was the exact moment her life ceased its boring, mundane drudgery and light began to seep into the tiny cracks those notes opened in Erin’s protective wall? It was Friday, so the brown bag should hold a tuna sandwich. Instead, ham and cheese on rye with mustard, a bag of chips and an orange awaited her. No longer was she held hostage by the habits of her past.

Even her appearance changed. When once Erin wore her mousy brown hair in a tight bun, the style had softened and, even a few times was worn unbound and loose around her shoulders. The buttons at the throat of her blouses were now left undone. Bland old Erin slipped away when those notes began to appear and a new Erin slowly emerged.

Co-workers took notice and often stopped by the reception desk to chat for a few minutes. The first time she was invited out to lunch with a few of the docents, Erin was speechless. Now, it happened several times a week. Erin was even invited to join a large group after work to celebrate a birthday.

But now, the missing note left Erin’s chest tight and tears welled up in her eyes. She mentally scolded herself for putting so much stock in a few anonymous messages. The breakroom suddenly felt very stifling, so Erin gathered her food, purchased a bottle of water from a vending machine and headed outside. Another change made in her life.

Outside a group of co-workers waved Erin over to join them. The people were friendly and the conversation was light-hearted, but Erin’s heart was still heavy. By the time the day was over, Erin was ready to crawl into to bed and stay there for the entire weekend.

The bus ride home was bland and uneventful. The four block walk from the bus stop to her apartment seemed to drag on for miles. Three flights of stairs felt like a mountain trek. All that was left was a walk down a long hallway and Erin would be home. Home and a good cry is what she needed. Erin fished her keys out of her purse and looked down the hall and stepped dead in her tracks.

Leaning against her apartment door was a large white box wrapped with a bright red ribbon. Not knowing what awaited her, Erin took slow, hesitant steps forward. The card affixed to the box read simply ‘Erin’. Once her door was unlocked, Erin picked up the large, long box and carried it inside to her bedroom. Erin’s hand shook as she pulled the note from its envelope.

“I had this made especially for you. As lovely as it is, it does not compare to your beauty, sweet Erin.”
Well now. This was a change from notes in a lunch bag.

Erin tugged the ribbon loose and carefully lifted the lid of the box. Beneath layers of white tissue rested several articles of clothing Erin immediately recognized. They were described in great detail in the book that made its way into her possession. A sleeveless bolero jacket and matching leather corset lay on either side of a metal bra and panty set.

Each article of clothing was carefully lifted from the tissue nest and placed on Erin’s bed. The leather was soft and supple and obviously handcrafted. The metal lingerie looked as if it was molded to the curves of a woman’s body. Though the metal was cool to the touch, Erin’s body heated at the idea of it against her skin.

The curtains over the single bedroom window were pulled tightly closed, but Erin rushed over to check again. Her head swam with excitement over what she planned to do next. In the bathroom, Erin removed every stitch of clothing, taking great care to avoid the mirror. Never brave about nudity, Erin bundled up in her old flannel robe before returning to the bedroom.

As she walked toward the bed Erin realized the gift box was deeper than necessary for the items she removed. After pulling out the multiple layers of tissues Erin gasped at what she found buried beneath – tall, matching leather boots. Just looking at those boots made Erin ache with need. Now more than ever, she was determined to try everything on.

One by one, Erin put each piece on and was amazed to find each a perfect fit. The leather was snug, but not restrictive. The metal appeared cast just for her alone. If it were possible, the outfit made Erin feel truly alive for the first time in her bland and boring life.

Never one to look at herself in a mirror, now it seemed to call to Erin. There was a tall mirror mounted on the inside of her closet, which Erin normally kept covered, but now was the time to take a good, long look at herself. Like pulling the bandage from the skin, Erin yanked away the sheet that covered the mirror and let out an audible yelp.

The woman in the reflection was, well, she was … beautiful. Sexy. A stranger, so unlike the Erin everyone saw each day. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and had a tousled look and her eyes had a wild gleam that almost frightened Erin.

Did the clothing possess the power to change her personality? Or did it just bring out what was there all along. The light hidden deep beneath the dull, gray exterior.
Erin didn’t know how long she stood in front of that mirror before a knock on door startled her out of the trance. She hastily donned her bathrobe and wrapped it tight around her body. Suddenly shy and embarrassed again, Erin would be mortified if anyone saw her dressed this way.

Other than the landlord, no one has ever visited Erin’s apartment, so when she looked out the peephole, Erin’s confusion only deepened. What was he doing outside her apartment?
Leaving the security chain on, Erin unlocked the three deadbolts and opened the door just a crack. Erin peered around the edge of the door to find the tall man smiling back at her. His eyes darkened and took on a flash that made Erin tingle all over.
He leaned forward and whispered through the crack in the door, “I know you are wearing my gift.”

Erin’s eyes grew so big she was sure they would pop from her head and the blush that heated her face had to travel all the way to her toes.
“You,” was all Erin managed to squeak. Not full conscious of what she was doing, Erin released the chain and opened the door to admit him.

He entered the apartment, his eyes never straying from Erin’s face. Erin closed and locked the door again, all the while still clutching the robe tightly closed. She could feel his gaze and it made her scared and excited all at the same time. Then, something inside her just … broke. A wall crumbled. The bland, lifeless lump melted away and a new Erin rose from the ashes.

No longer afraid, Erin left the robe drop to the floor. She watched a slow, knowing smile appear on his handsome face.
“Beautiful,” he said in a deep, husky voice.
Yet, his eyes never left her face.

THE END

Sizes: Maitreya (Lara, Petite), Legacy[F] (Classic, Perky)

HUD: 10 Colors & 10 Metals + several Hide Options (Single ready made colors only have a visibility hide/show HUD NO color/metal change!!!)

LM: WCF 18+ by Flair for Events

Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // February 2022

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Wicca’s Originals @ Kinky // February 28th – March 23rd

Finding Your Inner Self – Part 1

It’s Thursday, so it must be egg salad.
Yes, Erin was that predictable. And that boring. She led a small life in a big city. Just an insignificant speck among a million souls. That mousy girl that people forget was there. And not foolish enough to believe she would aspire to be anything more.

Just like every other day, Erin was alone in the employee breakroom of the museum where she worked. It was a beautiful summer day and everyone else had gone out for lunch. Everyone except plain, old Erin. No one thinks of asking her to go along.

So Erin grabbed her brown paper bag lunch from the fridge, poured a cup of stale coffee and took her usual seat at a table in the corner. For a moment she stared at the brown bag on the table and wished it contained something different, but knew it is the same thing, as it has been every Thursday since Erin was 5 years old.

Monday was chicken, left over from Sunday supper. Tuesday was peanut butter. Wednesday was bologna with butter on white bread. Thursday was egg salad. Friday was tuna (like a good Catholic). Sandwiches were always cut in four perfect little squares. Ten neatly cut carrot sticks; not eight, nor eleven, but ten. One small apple. One thin, white napkin. Like mother, like daughter.

The only child of a librarian and a housewife, Erin’s child was as exciting as white bread. Even her dreams were boring; limited to the safe and bland books her father brought home from the library each week. Yes, safe and bland books for a safe and bland girl.

Now in her early 30’s and all alone since her parents were both gone, Erin lived in a bland little apartment, not even a cat or canary for company. With a sigh, Erin reached for her lunch and shook the contents out onto the table. Out tumbled the egg salad sandwich, carrots, apple, napkin and … a folded piece of paper.

For a moment, Erin was afraid to even touch it, half expecting it to bite her like a snake. Finally, with a rare sense of curiosity, Erin reached for the paper. A gasp escaped her quivering lips as she read the words printed on the sheet. ‘Did you like the book?’

Her face suddenly flushed and Erin’s eyes darted around the room. How did someone find out about … the book? Two months ago, Erin followed her normal Saturday morning routine; bank, library, grocery store and home. Though, when she arrived home, Erin found an extra book in her bag. One she did not check out and wasn’t even a library book. As she began to read it, it was most definitely not a book from the library.

The words Erin read made her face burn, her skin tingle and caused aches in areas of her body she did not know could ache. Erin knew she should put the book down, but no matter how much she squirmed and wiggled on that lumpy old chair of hers, she could not stop reading. When she finally finished, Erin was so embarrassed, she ran to the kitchen and threw the book in the trash. She started to back away, and then fished it from the trash, only to throw it into a junk drawer. She paced nervously around the tiny kitchen for another minute before Erin snatched the book from the drawer and hurried into the living room.

Under the sagging sofa, behind an old, scarred desk, a high shelf in the coat closet – nowhere seems like a good hiding place. Finally, with the book tucked away in a cardboard box, under the shoes she wore only once for her high school graduation, Erin plopped down on the edge of her bed, exhausted.

It was weeks before Erin could finally put that book out of her mind and now this note not only reminded her, but was evidence that someone else knew her embarrassing secret. No longer able to eat, Erin threw everything into the trash. Everything, except the note.

She should tear the note to pieces. Set it on fire. Flush it down the toilet. No, it went into the pocket of her sensible skirt that matched her sensible buttoned up blouse that matched her flat, sensible shoes.

Erin tried to concentrate on her work, but all she could think about was that note in her pocket. Who knew about that book? Who slipped the note into her lunch bag? Was it someone who worked there? Maybe a museum patron? Maybe some crazed lunatic! For the rest of the afternoon, Erin kept looking over her shoulder to see if someone was watching her.

The ride home on the bus was sheer torture and Erin practically ran the four blocks from the bus stop to her apartment. For the rest of the night, Erin sat on the sofa with her arms wrapped around legs and methodically chewed her fingernails down to stubs.

What was she going to do?

To be continued …

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