#bar high tables

[dustinyellin]

L-Shape DC Metro Remodeling ideas for a medium-sized rustic l-shaped home bar with a brown floor and dark wood cabinets, an undermount sink, wood countertops, and a brown and wood backsplash.

[soft--dogs]

SIGHH there's a local queer meetup at a bar right by where i live tonight, thinking about going but ughhhhhhh. fucking hate trying to fit in with groups of people i don't know >_> also at a bar???? ummmm i'm a weed guy not a drinks guy lol

[11oh1]

[saunne]

I wear my headphones very often, because they help me create a sound bubble. Very useful against anxiety when I have to go shopping or against the auditory fuckeries of the world around me when I'm on the move. I wear my headphones when I write, often with music, to be in a bubble of creativity. I also wear my headphones sometimes even without any sound in them, just because the silence is sometimes loud (those who know know).

Anygays, I've been wearing my headphones for about 2 hours and only just realized that they were disconnected from everything, thus being a perfect example of the last point of the previous paragraph.

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

Really feeling the height dysphoria tonight y'all... :))))))

[sillyboigaylus]

So I was eating lunch when I looked down at my sandwich and-

The United States of Ham Sandwich (texas is kind of in the wrong place but ITS FINE)

[petitbeast]

Houston Home Bar Seated home bar - mid-sized transitional seated home bar idea with mirror backsplash, recessed-panel cabinets and blue cabinets

[three--rings]

God that last one. I haven't even DMed a single game yet. I've spent FOUR MONTHS trying to corral the people who originally convinced me to DM for them.

I should not have to act like your parent to try to make you show up somewhere and reply to texts and do your character creation homework, while also doing all the DM work.

Like guys I want to DM here but this playing mommy shit is fucking killing me.

I now understand why in my regular game, my DM kicks out anyone who is at ALL flaky in attendance. It's a privilege to play with a good group and fucking with the DM's time is the #1 way to not get invited back IME.

I cannot emphasize enough that if you dream of having a group like the actual play ones you see on the internet, the number one thing you have to be is reliable and respectful of the DM. I've known so many Very Good Players that people like personally who are not invited back to tables because they piss off the DM.

D&D 5e supposedly has a GM shortage and idk maybe if the player culture of the game didn't treat GMing as a thankless job and the rules of the game as an issue to be fixed by the GM maybe things would be better. Ah well, who knows. Maybe a couple hundred more "we ruined the GM's campaign on purpose" memes will make people enjoy running the game better.

[chelliebelle]

I DON'T SEE A RING ON YOUR FINGER | n. kento

꩜ SUMMARY . . having just finalized his divorce, a bitter kento tries to find the end to his sorrows in the bottom of a liquor bottle. but when a pretty young thing comes fluttering by his side, he decides there's no better time to get laid than now. ꩜ WORD COUNT . . 4.9k words of flith <333 ꩜ CONTAINS . . smut, divorcee!kento, reader is described as slutty, age gap (reader is in her early twenties and kento is in his late thirties), sexual frustration, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, pussy slapping, spanking, rough sex, biting, spitting, they're kind of drunk, choking, bruising, pussy drunk!kento ꩜ AUTHOR'S NOTE . . kento's balls practically shriveled during his sexless marriage so best believe he's gonna enjoy himself!!

Nanami Kento had it all. 

A two-story house in the suburbs, a high-paying job, a beautiful wife—he had the perfect life. And damn did he hate every second of it. He hated waking up in that house to greet his nosy neighbors, hated driving to his soul sucking office job, and especially hated going home to his wife every night. She’d leave him leftovers in the fridge and kiss him goodnight before bed, and Kento would stay up every night wondering how to escape this limbo.

Tonight was the first time he felt free in years. Sitting at some shitty bar he can't remember the name of, he absentmindedly fiddled with his wedding band. Months ago, this little piece of metal meant everything. A loving marriage. A promise of a future. A sign of success. Now? It's just a worn-out ring that he can't throw out.

Kento sighed, setting it down on the table in favor of a glass of whiskey, letting it burn down his throat as he took a sip. He was never a drinker, but maybe it was something he repressed over the years. What else had he missed out on while trying to play Mr. Perfect?

Right, sex.

Kento was so obsessed with a picture perfect life that he even married someone he barely knew. She was pretty and nice enough—boring as fuck now that he thought about it—but that was enough for him to get down on one knee and take her down the aisle. What he didn't take into account was his own needs. All a man needed after a long day of work was some pussy, and he was no different. Mrs. Nanami was beautiful, sure, but one hell of a prude. If he was lucky, he got laid about once a month. Even then, she'd just lay stiff on the bed while he fucked her. If Kento didn't see the rise and fall of her chest, he'd assume he was sleeping with a corpse.

This meant that every night after his wife fell asleep, he'd go to his study to jack off to porn on his computer. It was enough for him to go to bed without a raging hard-on, but only having his hand to rub his cock raw all the time took a toll on him. Kento stopped initiating anything with Mrs. Nanami, opting to go straight online whenever he felt his dick twitch. For years, he lived like this.

Wake up, go to work, get home, say goodnight to wife, jack off.

Until a few months ago when his wife said she wanted a divorce. She must've been expecting him to start a fight, because her face fell when Kento nodded without a second thought. It was a long time coming. Sure, he believed he should've been the one to divorce her, but at least he was gonna be free. The days after she moved out was the happiest he had ever been. Waking up in an empty bed and coming home to an even colder bed filled him with a sense of contentment he thought he'd never feel again.

Cheers to being single, he thought to himself as he ordered another drink. As he waited, he couldn't help but sigh. The ink on his divorce papers hadn't even dried yet and he was already thinking of getting his dick wet. Kento hadn't had good pussy since he was twenty. The thought of cheating never even passed his mind during his marriage, opting the company of his own right hand over breaking the promise he made to his wife. Ex-wife.

He brought the rim of the glass to his lips, eager to drink himself to sleep, until the scraping of a barstool broke his concentration. "Drinking alone, handsome?"

The voice was soft and feminine, making him turn his head in curiosity. It came from a young girl, probably still in college but wearing a tight dress that looked like it came off a stripper. Kento wasn't a boomer by any means, but he still found himself disapproving how there was more skin than fabric on her body.

Kids these days.

Retrieving his gaze, he let out a quiet hmm before turning back to his drink. That didn't deter you, a girlish giggle leaving your lips as you leaned towards him.

"Seriously, there's no way you're here alone. Is this a set up? Where are the hidden cameras?"

College kids were so weird these days. With a scrunch between his brows, he shakes his head as he lets out a low rumble that makes your stomach twist. "Sorry to disappoint, kid. It's just me, no hidden cameras."

When he turns his head to face you, he's surprised at how close you were to him. Kento could smell the vodka shots off your breath. It reminded him of when he was as young as you were, getting drunk off cheap liquor. A soft pink dusted your cheeks, along with a tipsy smile that made his chest warm for some reason. You seemed to catch him staring, reaching out to rest your hand on his bicep.

"You look like...really put together. Like you do your taxes and sleep early or something."

The choked cough he lets out when you touch him makes the whiskey burn up his nose, hand coming up to cover half his face. Just a friendly gesture from a girl made him act like this? Get it together, Kento. Scoffing, he shrugged off your hand as he looked away. You pout as he does so and the sight fills him with regret immediately. Before he can apologize, you knock your head against his shoulder, nuzzling against him like a spoiled kitten. Guilt pools in the pit of Kento's stomach when his cock twitches in his slacks. Not now!

"Do you have a name, handsome mystery man?" you mumble against his shirt, the action making his loins burn. He seriously considers pushing you away but decides you're probably too drunk to function right now. After a few beats pass, he reluctantly grumbles a "Kento" in response. You're quiet save for a soft hum and Kento is left hating himself for getting hard at how clingy you're being.

Poor girl, you're clinging to someone who you think looks dependable in this shady ass bar. Or at least that's what he thinks until you grab his wrist and bring it up to your face. For a moment, he assumes you're trying to get a look at the Rolex around his wrist, the sleek gold glinting in the air. He has to repress a sigh—until he realizes your attention is actually on his hands. Kento's fingers are lengthy from years of typing at his desk everyday, the digits at least twice as thick as yours. Pretty veins run along his knuckles and up his forearms, disappearing under the fabric of his rolled sleeves. You can't help but sigh, eyes flickering up to his with admiration.

"Your hands are like, really...big."

He immediately pulls his hand away with a bewildered look, clicking his tongue as he adjusted the watch around his wrist, ignoring the whine you let out.

"What does that even mean?" he huffs, his fingers twitching at the traces of heat from your delicate hand grabbing his. You giggle at his reaction, slumping against him until your chest presses against his arm.

"I wonder what you can do with them, m'sure you'd know how to use them good."

Oh. Oh. When his gaze connects with your breasts that are almost spilling out the top of your dress and the sultry look in your eyes, only then does he realize that he's being hit on.

"Look, kid. I'm m—" he catches himself before he finishes his sentence. Fuck, was he going to say he was married? The wedding band in his other hand suddenly felt much heavier and he quickly shoves it in his pocket.

"...much older than you, I'm almost twice your age."

Another mellifluous giggle leaves your lips and Kento has to hold himself back from shutting you up so that blood stops rushing to his dick.

"I think you're flirting with me," you tease, rubbing your chest against his arm. If he focuses, he swears he can feel your hardened buds brushing against him through your dress. Not even wearing a bra, you're begging to be fucked. The thought of being the one to take you home tonight passes his mind but he shoves it away. You're drunk and almost half his age, it'd be wrong. All rational thought comes flying out the window when your hot breath fans against his ear.

"But, I also think you're really hot, Kento. So maybe we can..."

Your words fall on deaf ears as his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back. Kento was never a religious man, but in this moment he prayed to the gods above for clarity. You were offering yourself up to him like a hog on a silver platter, tied up with an apple in your mouth for him to devour. He couldn't help but imagine your glassy eyes rolling into the back of your head, your sweet lips hanging open when he drives his cock deep into your tight and wet cunt—

Fuck it.

Will he ever get another chance to bring a pretty young thing like you home? The thought is what drives him as he grabs your wrist to drag you out the bar and into his car.

When you approached the hot stranger earlier, you sure didn't expect that it'd end with you moaning with his hand between your legs.

Drunk out of your mind, your gaze had fell onto the brooding man at the bar, eyeing his rippling muscles under his crisp blue shirt. Now that was a back you'd love to scratch up. It didn't take long for you to stumble on your too-high heels towards the blonde man. You were never this forward but something about him had you squeezing your thighs together. Maybe it was the silent classiness that screamed luxury, the heat in his eyes that burned every time his gaze lingered on you—or maybe it was how he practically flung you over his shoulder and ran all the red lights to take you home.

But never in a million years had you expected that man to be this nasty.

His lips tasted like heavy liquor, tongue sloppily tangling with yours as he slammed you against the door, one hand coming up to cup your jaw. You were used to bad french kisses from frat boys, all teeth and smelly breath, but the way Kento was devouring you made you lightheaded. 

"What a dirty mouth, wonder if you pussy's even wetter."

He pushed your legs apart with his foot and let his hand wander up your inner thigh. You gasp when he finds your mound, panties thoroughly soaked. The scoff that leaves his lips makes your cheeks flush. He cooes as he drag a thick digit along the clothed slit of your cunt, swallowing up your weak moans with his mouth.

"I don't even need to prep you," he chuckles, shaking his head as his thumb prods at your bud hidden beneath your folds.

"You have such a smart cunt, s' already drooling for me."

Kento pulls his hand from between your legs and grabs the back of your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. Head still spinning from the alcohol, you lose your balance, but the death grip he has keeps you upright as he carries you to his bedroom.

It's scantily decorated and you note that the bed it a bit too big for someone living alone, but you forget all about it when your back hits the plush mattress.

His eyes are wide as if he's trying to commit the sight of you to memory, every exposed sliver of skin and plush flesh permanently burned into his mind. Before you know it, Kento's hands are everywhere—gripping your waist, squeezing your thighs, yanking your dress up like he's unwrapping the first real gift he's ever had. Your slutty dress is long forgotten on his bedroom floor, and fuck, he's hard. Painfully so.

How can't he be when your sweet body is all on display for him?

Kento can't find it in him to give a damn about some dress when all he can see are your perky tits, so soft and malleable. He doesn't spare a moment to admire the view, slapping your breasts till they jiggled deliciously. Before you can whine about how mean he's being, he attacks your tender chest, lips wrapping around the mounds of flesh. It catches you off-guard and you tug at his hair, but he only bites down around your nipple, flicking his tongue over the hardened bud.

"Don't." 

His voice is a low growl you never heard before, and damn if it didn't make your clit throb with need. Right on cue, he pries your legs apart and gets on his knees between them, mouth never leaving your breast. The way his hips grind against you is vicious, as if he's been waiting years for this. Which, in a way, he has. Kento has spent too many nights in his cold bed, jerking off to the thought of someone warm beneath him. Now that he has it? Best believe he's not letting you go tonight.

Your heat seeps through the fabric of your underwear and he can tell that you're making a mess all over the front of his slacks, his bulge covered in your slick. Clicking his tongue, he pushes your knees against your chest to come face-to-face with your clothed core. His thumb tugs at the lace of your panties, lifting your hips to slide it over your ass and letting the flimsy fabric dangle on your ankle.

He intended to teach you a lesson, but his brain short-circuits when he sees your weeping cunt. Your chubby lips were glistening with slick from his teasing, that pretty clit hidden under your swollen folds. Kento hasn't had a taste of pussy in years, so he can't resist leaning forward to roll his tongue against your slit.

Immediately he's gone.

He laps at you like a man starved, locking his arms around your thighs to keep you spread open for him. Mrs. Nanami was never this wet for him and it had messed with his confidence for a while, but your sweetness was all it took to bring him back. His cock twitches at the sight of you writhing under him, the front of his slacks now completely stained with precum. Kento nearly forgot to breathe with how absorbed he was in your pussy.

“You're like a piece of candy,” he mouths against your sensitive cunt, pushing the tip of his tongue into your warm entrance. “So sweet, can eat you up all night.”

Your thighs tremble and clamp around his head, the action only pushing him closer against your waiting heat, nose bumping against your clit. Kento moaned as he flattened his warm tongue against you, making out with your cunt with more fervor than when he had kissed you. Eyes rolling into the back of his head, Kento completely forgets about his aching hard-on, hips instinctively rutting against the mattress with every swipe of his tongue. Your lips were so puffy that he couldn't resist biting down, latching his lips onto your neglected bud and sucking hard.

You almost cry out at the sensation, reaching your hand down to pull at his hair as you thrash under him, feeling your thighs quiver. "S'too much! Gonna make me come—"

SMACK.

His palm had landed flat on your cunt.

"None of that. You wanted my attention, now take it." 

The mean rumble of his voice along with the harsh slap against your sensitive heat sent you over the edge, coming onto Kento's face as your back arched off the bed. He was more than eager, lips hanging open as he swallowed up every drop of your sweetness.

Like heaven on his tongue.

Your taste was addictive, making him groan with every bob of his Adam's apple. Kento slurps up all the wetness he can get, chin glistening with your essence once he pulls away. The sudden orgasm had you panting, only coming back to your senses when you heard the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor, lifting your head up at the exact moment Kento tugged his ruined boxers down.

His heavy cock slapped against his sweaty washboard abs, leaking onto his abdomen. You had seen enough subpar dicks in your life to know that he was big, the idea of it stretching you open making your pussy drool. Pretty veins ran along the base, leading up to his thick tip that was already dribbling pearls. It was an angry red, sensitive from rubbing against the fabric of his slacks. You could've sworn his cock twitched when his eyes locked with yours.

He reluctantly rolls on a condom, mumbling something under his breath as he strains against the pink rubber. Should just fuck this pussy raw. Luckily, he still had enough common sense to stop him from begging you to let him go in without protection. Kento grabs your thighs, hefty length dragging down your slit as he positioned himself between your legs. With his cock resting on your mound, you can tell he's gonna be so deep in your tummy that you'll feel him tomorrow.

“I'll make sure of it, pretty girl,” he chuckles, slapping his member against your puffy clit.

Did you actually say that out loud—?

Your cheeks puffed up at his words, an embarassed flush on your face at your little slip-up. He's so heavy between your legs that you wonder how he'll even fit. Kento's hand reaches to pull you flush against him by the ankle, propping your leg up his shoulder, groaning as his cock dragged between your lips.

"You're so wet," he muses, pumping himself lazily before he lined himself up your entrance. "Bet you're gonna take me like a good girl, hmm?"

You gasp when he pushes his flushed cockhead between your swollen folds, struggling past tight rings of muscle. So tight. Fuck, he should've known—you were just a little brat who thought she could handle him. He hisses as your walls clamp down around his tip, nails digging into your hips as he tries to catch his breath. 

"Loosen up, sweetheart. You're gonna snap off my dick."

Kento stayed like that, tip twitching inside your warm pussy, before he pushes forward once more. He's bigger than any cock you've taken before. Unprepared for the stretch, your brows knit together when he bullies his way into your cunt. He barely makes it a few inches in before your eyes start to water. Your insides were being stuffed to the brim. You take a deep breath, weakly shaking your head as your thighs tremble.

"K-Kento, please—" Please? 

You didn't even know what you were begging for, did you? How cute. With a sigh, he pulls out from the comfort of your pussy. You let out a sigh of relief, before a warm liquid hit your bare lips. With the viscosity dribbling between your folds, you realized that was Kento's spit. Your gaze flickered up towards him but he focused on other things—like the way your clit twitched when his saliva hit the neglected bud. Eyes dark and brows knitted, he reached down to thumb at your sensitive nub, a choked moan leaving your lips.

"Ease up, that's right," he praised, using the wetness to roll his hips forward. 

Your walls fluttered around him, your moans egging him on as he continued to feed you more of his monster cock. Kento never needed this amount of prep with Mrs. Nanami, considering she always seemed so...bored. He was even beginning to think he was bad at sex! But the way your eyes rolled into the back of your head told him all he needed to know. A low groan rumbled in his chest when he finally bottomed out, his tip kissing your cervix. After so long with only his hand as company, he worried he'd come the second he was inside you. The way you were squeezing his dick didn't help either. Kento swallowed hard, trying to take deep breaths as he let you adjust to his size.

"How are you so tight?" 

When his panting reached your ears, you let out a slurred mumble, eyes unfocused as you tried to look up. He leaned down, forehead resting against yours to regain his composure. Body covering yours, he only buried himself deeper all the way to the hilt. It was like your mind went blank.

"Ngh—you're just too big!" you managed to shout, eyes glassy from how he kept nudging against your womb.

That was all it took for Kento to lose his mind.

Locking an arm around your leg, he fucked into you, heavy balls slapping against your ass as his hips snapped forward. His pace was merciless, knocking the breath out of your lungs with every mean thrust. 

"Yeah? How deep am I?" he growled, his grip on your waist bruising.

 All the way in my tummy, you try to say, but you were too fucked out to answer. Just a few thrusts had you dumb on his cock, glossy lips hanging open weakly. The sight makes Kento chuckle, holding onto your thighs as his skin smacked against yours.

It had been years since he had been in a pussy this wet and eager for him. He was in love with your cunt. The slickness as he slid past your folds, the way your walls tried to milk him—but the cock drunk look in your eyes was the cherry on top. Kento turns his head to the side, pressing kisses onto your calf as he fucked you. 

Come back, pretty girl.

When he notices your lack of response, he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, emphasized with a harsh thrust that made you scream. "Kento, slow down," you cry out, heat churning in your belly from the cruel pistoning of his hips.

He only chuckles, shaking his head before he sped up his pace. The shocked look in your eyes made him reach down to rub tight circles on your clit for relief. Loud squelches and the slapping of skin-on-skin filled the air, the room reeking of sweat and sex. Kento's eyes locked on the way your ass bounced back against his pelvis with every thrust, cock twitching as he thought of taking you from behind. He continued to jackhammer into you, strings of profanities leaving his lips. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into. As you mumbled incoherently on the verge of tears, a hand wrapped around your throat.

"Shh. Your sweet pussy's talkin' to me," he tuts, squeezing your throat to shut you up. 

His hand completely engulfed your neck, rough palm pressed tightly against your pulse. Gasping for breath, you could feel your head spin from the lack of air. You rake your nails along his back, digging crescents into his skin to try and make him let go. Kento hissed at the sensation, cockhead slamming hard against your g-spot. It was too much—the delicious stretch of his cock, the way his tip kissed your gummy insides with every thrust, his hand around your throat—the knot in your stomach snapped. Even when you tried to push the heat down, your climax ripped through you like white lightning. 

Your back arched off the bed, cursing out Kento's name as your orgasm shook through your body. The man nearly collapsed on top of you, a sharp groan leaving his lips as your walls clamped down and milked his cock so suddenly. His grip on your throat loosens and you thrash under him. 

You might die from how good he's dicking you down. 

Rolling onto your stomach, you stumble as you get on your hands and knees to try and crawl off the bed. A pair of rough hands grab onto your waist, followed by heavy panting that makes your blood run cold.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Kento spits, dragging you back against him. 

He'd be damned if he let the first good pussy he's had in years get away. Even when you try to thrash and break free, your body is too weak from coming so hard! His palm lands a harsh smack against your ass, your arms collapsing under your body as you cried out. Kento pushed your head down into the pillows, propping you up by the back of your knees. Face down, ass up. The sight of you so vulnerable with your glistening pussy on display made him lick his lips, quickly positioning himself behind you. 

"Naughty girl, trying to run away from me," he tuts, swiping his tip up and down your creamy folds.

As punishment, he reached down to pinch your clit, earning a choked sob from you. He rolled the bud between his fingers, resting his free hand on the plush of your ass. Cock throbbing for release, he buried himself to the hilt in one thrust, setting up a mean pace immediately.

Yep, might die from this dick. 

Every slam of his hips against yours had you sobbing into the pillows, the fabric damp with your salty tears. Your body was still reeling from your multiple orgasms, cunt fluttering around him. Even if it was too much, Kento was fucking you so good your insides had molded to every ridge and vein of his cock. Your tits jiggled with every thrust and he wasted no time in grabbing your hefty breasts, playing with your soft nipples. He buried his head in the tender area where your neck and shoulders connected, groaning against you. 

Kento was getting close, you could tell from how frantically he rutted into you. His cock throbbed inside you, pulsing against your gummy walls. You couldn't resist the urge to push your ass back into him, making his dick hit even deeper inside you. You were half sure he was bulging through your tummy at this point. The action made him suck in shallow breaths through his teeth, keeping a death grip on your ass as he bulllied your cunt.

"Fuuuck, I'm gonna come," he groans into your shoulder.

His face scrunched up in pleasure, panting heavily into your skin as he buried his cock deeper and deeper. Seeing such a composed man this broken made your cheeks flush. Your walls were heavenly, every clench pushing him closer to the edge. 

Screw his hand. Coming from your pussy squeezing him was better that jacking off to any porno he could watch online. 

With a strangled moan, Kento shot thick spurts of cum into the condom, as if he hadn't finished in years. He collapsed on top of you, the orgasm rendering him unable to even hold himself up anymore. It was like losing his virginity all over again. You whine as the rubber began to fill up with his load, heavy in your pussy. After a few moments to catch your breath, you tried to push yourself off him, worried he'd spill into you.

"We should probably take that off—" 

Kento shut you up immediately, grabbing your waist to drag your hips back on top of him. Now straddling his lap, his still hard cock prodded new places you had never even touched before, a pathetic moan leaving your lips. His blonde hair was messy and dripping with sweat, eyes glazed over as his cheeks flushed. You felt him twitch inside you when he met your gaze, the same fucked-out look in both your eyes. He definitely wasn't done with you yet.

"It's only midnight, sweetheart."

You'd be lucky to come out of here alive.

You spent the rest of the night going several rounds, trying every position possible before collapsing from exhaustion. What's for sure—sex would never be the same ever again. How could you go back to one night stands with shitty frat bros when an older man just gave you the dicking down of your life? 

The next morning, you roll on your side to see Kento sitting at the edge of the bed. His bare back was wrecked, littered with vicious nail marks and lipstick stains. You chew on your bottom lip, pulling the duvet over your chest. 

"Are we gonna see each other again?" you croak, voice hoarse from last night.

The muscles in his back tensed at your words. Kento didn't want to see the hickeys and bruises on your skin, undeniable marks of the years of frustration he took out on you. He actually slept with a girl almost half his age right after getting divorced.

Talk about issues. 

Though his stomach churned with guilt, the memories of last night flashed through his mind. How eager you were for him, your sopping cunt, your sweet whines. He was even starting to imagine what it'd be like to sink into you raw.

He couldn't deny how addicted he was to your body. Doing this once was one thing, but agreeing to meet you again? Kento let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. After a few moments, he spoke up.

"Let me check my schedule, pretty girl."

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[ahotknife]

popular culture used to be very much about eroticism. rockstars used to be on stage in sequins and thongs and thigh high boots playing guitars like they were masturbating. girls used to wear velvet mini dresses and no bras and red-brick-brown lipstick and mascara on their bottom lashes. people used to have body hair on television and in the movies. people used to be sweaty. people used to touch each other over denim and under cotton. foreplay used to be staring at someone over the rim of a glass across a bar across a park across a dinner table. people used to want. i think we’ve lost something

[kumkumchandak]

Home Bar Furniture: Elevate Your Space with Stylish and Functional Designs

Home Bar Furniture Will Change Your Living Space: Whether you want to have a space for a fancy cocktail or are an everyday drinker at home, there are reasons to invest in the right bar furniture to improve the look of your home as much as its function. We will be discussing different types of home bar furniture and some popular designs and tips for the best setup for your home. In this guide, we'll explore these with you.

Reasons for Home Bar Furniture Investment:

As such, for some people, having a personal space to drink becomes more than a trend; it becomes an integral part of their lifestyle. Be assured, here are the reasons to add modern home bar furniture to your interiors:

Aesthetic Appeal: Very much adds a layer of sophistication to your living space.

Functionality: It allows you to keep your bottles, glasses, and bar tools in one space.

Socialization Point: You can entertain guests at home without the need for outside areas.

Space-Saving Design: When areas are small, they are very efficient in utilizing the available real estate.

Top Home Bar Furniture Designs

1. Timeless Classic Wooden Bar Cabinets

You will be enriched with the cozy and sumptuous design that wooden home bar furniture has to offer, for discrete lovers of tradition. Solid wood, such as mahogany or oak, solid as it is, also carries warmth and sophistication.

2. Minimalist Bar Carts for Intimate Spaces

A portable bar cart for home really is a superb choice if you are constrained on space. These are carts with wheels that can be directed around with ease and have sufficient storage space with various shelves that allow systematic storage of items such as bottles and accessories.

3. Bar Shelves Mounted on Walls

Need a saving space solution? Wall-mounted shelves for bars are perfect for smaller apartments: they keep the spaces free of floor space while offering enough room for storage.

4. Industrial-Style Bar Counters

Bold: A rustic industrial bar counter at home speaks volumes to the eye. The combination of metal and reclaimed wood is just the character and cool, contemporary feel that you add to the environment.

5. Modern LED Illuminated Home Bar Units

For a luxurious feel, modern home bar furniture with LED lighting creates the right atmosphere. The glass shelves fitted with lights allow the perfect setting for an evening occasion.

How to Choose the Right Home Bar Furniture?

Careful consideration is necessary for the selection of the ideal furniture set for a home bar. Here are some astounding tips to help out in making the informed decision:

Evaluate your space: Measure your area before you go ahead to choose a bar unit.

Discover your style: Consider a design that will complement the decor of your home. 

What about storage? Track how many bottles, glasses, and accessories you would like to store.

Material Quality: Go for durable materials that include solid wood, metal, or good quality MDF. 

Functionality: Check for built-in racks, wine storage, or lockable cabinets.

Why Choose Foxfurn for Home Bar Furniture?

At Foxfurn, we offer a premium selection of home bar furniture online that caters to all styles and preferences. Here’s why you should shop with us:

Exceptional Quality: We make every piece of furniture with the finest materials for durability, which lasts long.

Trendy Space Saver Designs: From a compact bar cart to a spacious bar counter, we have it all.

Customization: Select from colors, materials, and finishes in order to match your home.

Pocket-Friendliness: Luxurious bar furniture at highly competitive rates.

Convenient Online Shopping: Browse and order bar cabinets for home from the comfort of your home at Foxfurn.

Final Thoughts

Investing in home bar furniture enhances both the look and functionality of your living space. Whether you prefer a classic wooden home bar cabinet, a sleek modern bar counter, or a space-saving bar cart, Foxfurn has the perfect solution for you. Explore our exclusive collection today and create the ultimate home bar setup!

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. What is the best material for home bar furniture?

 Wood, metal, and MDF are popular choices, each offering durability and style.

2. How do I maintain my home bar furniture?

Regular dusting and occasional polishing will keep your bar unit looking new.

3. Can I customize my home bar furniture at Foxfurn? 

Yes! We offer customization options for materials, colors, and finishes.

4. What are some space-saving home bar ideas? 

Consider wall-mounted bar shelves, foldable bar tables, or compact bar carts.

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Cheers to Flawless Events: Catering Solutions for Every Occasion

Planning an event, whether it’s a wedding, corporate gathering, or an intimate dinner party, can be a daunting task. At Homegrown Kitchen, we understand the intricacies involved in creating memorable experiences. Our mission is to ensure that every detail is perfect, allowing you to focus on what truly matters: enjoying the occasion with your guests.

Wedding Catering: A Day to Remember

Your wedding day should reflect your unique love story, and that includes the food served. At Homegrown Kitchen, our wedding catering services are designed to create unforgettable culinary experiences. We specialize in crafting customized menus that cater to your tastes and preferences. From delectable hors d’oeuvres to multi-course plated dinners, our team is dedicated to delivering exceptional quality and service.

We understand that planning a wedding can be overwhelming. That’s why our experienced staff is by your side every step of the way, ensuring that your dining experience is as magical as the day itself. We also offer in-house planning services and can connect you with trusted coordinators to streamline the entire process.

Corporate Catering: Impress Your Clients and Staff

With a focus on custom menu design and attentive service, we tailor our corporate catering options to meet your specific needs. Our extensive experience in the corporate sector allows us to create events that not only impress but also foster connections among attendees.

Bar Catering: Cheers to Great Memories

An unforgettable event is often accompanied by exceptional drinks. Our bar catering services at Homegrown Kitchen offer a variety of beverage options, from artisanal cocktails to premium wines and craft beers. We work closely with you to curate a drinks menu that complements your event’s theme and satisfies your guests’ preferences.

Our experienced mixologists are skilled in creating unique cocktails that add a touch of flair to your gathering. We also provide full-service staffing, ensuring that your bar is well-stocked and your guests are always taken care of.

Dinner Party Catering: Dine in Style

Hosting a dinner party should be an enjoyable experience, not a stressful one. With our dinner party catering services, you can relax and indulge in the company of friends and family while we take care of all the details. Our dedicated chefs prepare fresh, gourmet meals tailored to your preferences, so you can enjoy a luxurious dining experience in the comfort of your home.

From elegant hors d’oeuvres to sumptuous main courses, we focus on creating an exquisite culinary journey. Our team handles everything from menu planning and grocery shopping to food preparation and service, ensuring that every aspect of your dinner party is seamless.

Private Chef Services: A Personalized Touch

Whether it’s a small gathering or a larger celebration, our private chefs are dedicated to delivering exceptional service and exquisite food. This personalized approach allows you to be the guest of honor at your own event.

Event Planning and Rentals: Comprehensive Support

At Homegrown Kitchen, we believe that a successful event goes beyond just food. Our event planning services ensure that every detail is accounted for, from venue selection to coordinating rentals. We have established relationships with premier rental companies, allowing us to provide everything from tables and chairs to linens and glassware.

Our event coordinators are here to alleviate your stress, handling logistics so you can focus on enjoying your event. With our comprehensive support, you can rest assured that your gathering will be executed flawlessly.

Conclusion

Home grown Kitchen Catering & Events is dedicated to making your events extraordinary. With our range of services — from wedding catering and corporate events to private chef experiences and bar catering — we ensure that every occasion is tailored to your vision. Let us help you create unforgettable memories with fantastic food and exceptional service. Contact us today to start planning your next event!

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Make Your Event Stand Out with Bar Tables in Sydney

Planning an event in Sydney? Whether it's a casual party, corporate gathering, or wedding, bar table hire Sydney can elevate your event’s style and functionality. Choosing the right bar tables not only enhances the atmosphere but also creates convenient spaces for guests to mingle and relax. Here's a guide to why bar table hire is a must for your next event.

Why Bar Tables Are Essential for Events

Bar tables bring versatility to any setup. These sleek and stylish tables are perfect for standing cocktail events, informal conversations, or simply adding a modern touch to the decor. Bar table hire Sydney offers options that fit all themes, from rustic to contemporary.

Beyond their aesthetic appeal, bar tables are practical. They save space while ensuring your guests have a comfortable spot to place drinks and snacks. Whether you're hosting indoors or outdoors, bar tables are an effortless way to add charm and functionality.

How to Choose the Right Bar Tables

Match the Event Theme: Go for wooden bar tables for a rustic vibe or metal/glass tables for a chic, modern look.

Consider the Guest Count: Ensure enough tables are available to accommodate guests without overcrowding.

Outdoor or Indoor Setting: Select weather-resistant options for outdoor events to avoid last-minute surprises.

With bar table hire Sydney, you’ll find a range of customizable options to suit any occasion.

Add Style and Convenience with Event Hire Sydney

Looking for a trusted provider? Event Hire Sydney has you covered. From elegant bar tables to other essential furniture, they make it easy to create a seamless event setup. Transform your vision into reality by choosing high-quality furniture that enhances the guest experience.

When you select bar tables for your event, you’re investing in comfort, style, and functionality. Make your next party or celebration memorable by choosing the right setup that guests will talk about long after the event.

Bar tables are the perfect addition to any event in Sydney. With their style and versatility, they help create an inviting atmosphere while keeping things practical. Whether you’re organizing a small gathering or a grand celebration, bar table hire Sydney is the key to making your event stand out.

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Bar Carts for Home | Bar Cabinets & Trolleys for Small Spaces | Carefree Home Furnishings

Discover a stunning collection of bar carts for home at Carefree Home Furnishings. From compact bar carts for small spaces to elegant bar cabinets and high top bar tables, find the perfect piece to complement your dining and kitchen area.

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