The Concave Mirror

Bus Stop

ashbethindia — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 15:10:09 +0000

I had to catch a bus the other day. My car was in the shop and all my friends were being shits. I knew I could get a ride home from work … what self respecting female bartender can’t … but getting out there, well, the bus would have to do. It was late, as usual. I mean, really, really late. I got bored. Who says men are the only ones who do it at every opportunity?

Hair: Vixen Hair Apple in Raspberry

Skin: Eye Candi Natalie Ladybug (from MoMo SL Hunt)

Tat: Essential Soul Studios Mehndi Goddess (see LM policy)

Top: Shush (top only) from Strapped Doll Outfit (FTLO Halloween Hunt)

Shoes: Stiletto Moody Bare Lucille

Bus Stop Prop: Props n Poses

Color Challenge: Teal

ashbethindia — Sat, 26 Feb 2011 19:04:11 +0000

She wandered in the forest searching for water. It had been a long day of hiding in the trees, waiting for the beast to go back into his cave for the night. She knew he could smell her. She only hoped that the fires the men made would confuse his senses long enough. A sense of relief washed over her as she made it to the small ravine, drank all that she could, and turned to head back to safety. That sense of safety was short lived as she felt sharpness at the base of her neck. But it wasn’t the beast. It was a man.

Tattoo: Fallen Gods Mithril (comes with Captive post)

Hair: Nomine Louise

Color Challenge: Red

ashbethindia — Sat, 26 Feb 2011 14:25:16 +0000

Yeah, so I’m super behind. That’s the way these things go. Doubt you can be disappointed though, with a kick ass tat from Essential Soul Studio and some Stiletto Moody heels.

I met a man

ashbethindia — Fri, 11 Feb 2011 21:48:33 +0000

Lauren has a man. Ash has a man. And I met a man last night. I picked him up in the alley outside the bar. He was there for a smoke; I was there for him. I first noticed him at the bar drinking Absolut and Red Bull, which immediately said he was my kind of guy. He was alone and it looked like he wanted to stay that way. I wasn’t alone, but I wanted to be. The man sitting with me had been buying me tequila for an hour. I was sober; he needed a cab.

I saw my target speak to the bartender and go out the side door. I summoned the bartender, “If I give you a $50, will you call this guy a cab?” He nodded and swiped my $50. I hopped off my stool and sauntered into the alley. There was my guy, leaning against the graffiti covered stage door with the street lamp highlighting his mohawk. He looked my way. ”You’ve been staring at me all night,” I said. He considered that thought a moment. ”Nope. But I should have been.” He was definitely the silent type, but we eventually got around to names (his is Caleb) and before too long, his hands were right where I wanted them ….

We went back into the bar and had a few more drinks. And then came that moment that’s usually uncomfortable. You know that moment. You’re both ready to leave and that decision has to be made: go home alone, invite him to your place, wait for him to invite you to his, run to that seedy motel across the street, or just fuck in the car. When we reached that moment, Caleb said, “Leave your car, we’ll come back for it tomorrow.” That should have been my first clue that man-of-few-words meant silent meant strong-silent meant dominant. But I hadn’t made that leap yet.

Caleb didn’t have a car; he had a motorcycle. We hopped on and got to his place in 10 minutes flat. We had barely gotten through the door when he started kissing me … stripping me … forcefully. The quiet guy from the bar became demanding and forceful. When I was down to my bra and panties I backed off. ”Hold it, dude.” He just came toward me. I walked to the other side of the room. He followed. He got in front of me. I turned, tripped. He knelt and grabbed me from behind. I wrenched around and tried to hold him off ….

“Relax, girl.” Something in his eyes took my resolve. I let him push my leg to the side. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me up, reaching around to unhook and remove my bra. He laid me back down. ”Take your panties off for me.” I obliged and tossed them to the side. His eyes roved over me for a moment. ”Stay here.”

He was gone just a moment and when he returned he was carrying a length of rope. He stood in front of me, “On your knees.” I didn’t move. He stared hard into my eyes. ”I said on your knees.” I followed his command. He walked around behind me and used the rope to bind my wrists. I turned my head to try and watch him and followed his movements as he walked back around in front of me. He grabbed my hair and said, “Now the real fun starts.”

I promised Caleb I’d stop there. But stay tuned. I hope we’ll have more adventures. And I do kiss and tell.

Sick Day

ashbethindia — Fri, 11 Feb 2011 13:32:39 +0000

I’m having a sick day. I woke up with a headache and stuffy nose and just that general malaise. A good lounge was in order …

Resting on Cheeky Pea's Manflu Lounger

It didn’t take too long, however, before it was time to turn out the lights and sleep. I usually sleep on my side. And I usually sleep topless, if not completely in the buff. I hope I fall asleep soon. That chicken soup should help.

Dragonflies

ashbethindia — Thu, 10 Feb 2011 17:49:58 +0000

I can remember the first time a dragonfly landed on me. I was 12 and had been looking for honeysuckle in the forbidden woods; the woods where those boys were said to have taken that girl, chained her to a tree, and beaten her to death. I wondered how bad those woods could really be if dragonflies lived there. From then on, they’ve been my talisman. If a dragonfly crosses my path, I know I’m on the right track, I feel a sense of calm, my joy can be restored.

Without realizing it, Saraid Dalglish of The Mad Hattery (incidentally one of my favorite stores in SL), brought joy to my impossibly hopeless day today when she laid this on her group ….

The Mad Hattery: Baroque Inspired Hat in Green and Gold ... Group Gift

And there, right in front, is a dragonfly. We have snow on the ground here in Alabama, where the official removal system consists of a bag of sand and a guy with a shovel. He hasn’t made it to my street yet. Which means I can’t get to the store where my daily ration of chocolate resides. Saraid, without knowing it, saved me with a new dragonfly. I added her hat to a fairly new addition to my tat wardrobe and hopped onto some balloons from Baffle ….

I was getting tired, so I pulled up a chaise from {what next} to show you the rest of the tat from Demonic ….

I think I’m going to take a hot bath. With lots of bubbles. And dream of Spring, when this snow will be gone, the man with the shovel will be out of a job, and the dragonflies will be back.

He got me

ashbethindia — Wed, 09 Feb 2011 18:53:37 +0000

We had a deal. I had rules; I would follow them. Breaking them had consequences and I knew this. But I got cocky. I pushed the limits. I took advantage of his tolerance, his kindness, his patience. And then he chose to prove who was in charge.

It was OK at first. I like being bound. Granted, the duct tape on my mouth was uncomfortable. I knew how much it would hurt when he yanked it off. But the binding was nice; even being caged was livable. But then he turned the lights off …

… and he left me. He knows how I panic when he leaves. I don’t just love him. I need him. I have to have him. And he knows it.

A big decision

ashbethindia — Tue, 08 Feb 2011 18:22:35 +0000

I’m tired. I’m tired RL and I’m tired SL. I’m tired of blogging the same old shit. So I’m gonna stop. No, I’m not gonna stop blogging. But I’m gonna stop blogging the same way. Unless something strikes my fancy that must be blogged fully clothed, from this point on, I will only blog in lingerie or less. I’ve thought long and hard about this ….

… and decided that it has tons of advantages …

… like showing off favorite tats …

… and the ability to show the body detail on skins can’t be overlooked …

So there you go. At least for now, and as long as the mood strikes me, this will be a lingerie or less blog. Enjoy.

P.S. Too tired to blog credits, though will say that skin is Nomine, hair is Boon and tat is Hysteria.

I have my ass in A:S:S (or Color Challenge: Black)

ashbethindia — Tue, 08 Feb 2011 16:05:18 +0000

I’m eating Oreos for breakfast. To say I’m on a black and white theme these days is a little bit of an understatement. My mood shifts from angelic (well, that may be stretching it … let’s say not homicidal) to hell seeking. This week’s color challenge, therefore, was at least half appropriate. A:S:S’s current $10L skybox offering (The Touch) is just perfect (join the subscribo, wait two weeks, start buying these yourself or buy them now fullprice … they’re worth it). I tossed on my Belinda lingerie from 5th and Oxford and went to town ….

In a back corner, I rezzed the Brazen Hussy chair from Adorkable Poses and had a little more fun ….

Right now, black works for me. I refrained from doing a scene out of the movie “Saw.” Give me time, though. There might just be a part, two.

Credits … if I must (skybox and lingerie mentioned above):

Skin: Jade, tone 3 – Tuli

Black Fingernail Polish: Black Diamond Dogs Manicure (I like b/c on gloves and tat layer) – Schadenfreude

Hair: Jess Hair, Black Beauty - Raspberry Artistocrat

Heels: Spice Black – Elemiah Designs (new location, please use search)

Fuck Cupid

ashbethindia — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 16:36:39 +0000

I’m on the verge of boycotting SL. Not because of display names or allowing teens onto the main grid or forcing everyone into the 2.0 interface. I’m about to boycott because the entire grid has gone hearts, pink, red, and flowers crazy. Just when one of my favorite skin stores sent me a notecard advertising skins with hearts on the lips (et tu, Brute?), T Junction came to my rescue with a “Fuck Cupid” tee. They have a couple of other good ones, notably “I Hate Valentines,” which I almost got. But I simply couldn’t resist ….

Let’s be clear. It’s not that I’m not in love; I am. It’s not that I don’t want to celebrate that love; I do. It’s the syrup, the flowers (I hate flowers), the schmaltz, and the overdone commercialism. It’s the desire to put a heart on everything. I do not need skins with hearts, pink houses with heart shaped doors, red heart shaped roses, pink tennis shoes with hearts on them, heart shaped earrings, etc., etc., etc. So fuck Valentines ….

Megs told me to be nice. I’m really trying. All y’all who believe in the hearts and flowers fest, enjoy. As for me, I will do the hearts and Webkins thing with pink sprinkled covered donuts for my kids, send them off to school, and then head to the closest theater to see, “The Rite.” What better way to spend the day?

Credits:

Skin – Vamp Red – Mango, Mango! with Telephone Lips from Atomic

Hair – Cordelia Black - Vanity Hair

Shirt – see above for link to marketplace or see inworld at T Junction

Lingerie – Masquerade – Violent Seduction

Shoes – Spice Black – Elemiah Design (she has moved … please use search)

Wrist cuff – store no longer in business

Ciggy – Ciggy for after – Damage

Poses with Voodoo Doll – Sweet Revenge – Adorkable Poses