F is for Francoise

we couldn't help but celebrate Francoise with a few screenshots from my videos, enjoy

YouTube #8

Welcome back, nail lovers!

Today we begin with lovely ASMR BR who shows us a video with her beautiful -unfrequently polished- long claws

This next video is about Angela Biotrucco, a beautiful Italian girl, for long hair lovers too

Next video is from Brenda Marques, a brazilian girl

Hairitage93 shows amazing perfection in this clip

that's ok for today

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youtube findings #7

Hi y'all, today's picks:

who loves amazing crazy nails will surely like TruDiva Luper video

Next video shows Bundles OnBundles' nails reaching great length goals

Hjort ASMR is back with more red wine for you in this video

Coisas de Jéssica's channel always spots beautiful non-that-long nails, but she's recently letting 'em grow a lil' bit as you can see in this video, I love their shape and colour

The next video shows Andressa Santiago polishing her long beautiful curved nails in sexy red colour

Hairitage93 is amazing, this video is about her new length record

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Today's youtube #6

Once again a video update from Celina Claws

Queen Killer's videos are getting tight

Leah's video

Archana Sagar Craft starts this video quite clawing her own foot

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Today's youtube #5

Let's see what we've got today

Jocie B ASMR is a nice and gentle girl who has long nails, this video shows 'em in white

ASMRish in no new to us, as I love her red nails I'm posting her update video

ASMR BR video shows you a beautiful intense girl with long clear nails always pointed

We can't help but suggesting video from a girl called Celina Claws

 

enough for today

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Youtube #4

L.O. friends let's what youtube has today:

A video by Aashiyana tips showing her long toenails in green

we continue with a classical amazing beauty from Italy, Dani ASMR, we're lucky to watch another of her intense videos

this next girl is a new contributor, her name's gale crawford, let's take a look at her video 

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YouTube findings #3 - UploadedToday

'llo nail worshippers, here we are with another small set of youtube videos uploaded today

let's begin randomly with Indian youtuber vandana, with a video showing a nice pair of shoes, hypnotizing anklets and long red toenails. 

then take a look at ASMRish video and her red unstoppable long red nails

Let's cloze with Solez Mistress with a video mainly addressed to long toenails lovers

Satanails Chapter Two - Clues

Chapter Two - Clues

Next stop: Julio’s house. She drove her red BMW all the way through city center, staring at every single person she could, finding herself surprised by the urge to kill, to give an escape to all of her hatred.

For the very first time she felt free, free to wear anything she wanted to, to do whatever he may have liked.

Before getting into Julio’s apartment which was on the other side of town, she took a free ride into shopping mall and bought some sexy stuff she had never worn before, maybe because she was too shy, maybe because of her job. Out of the mall she went to a lonely abandoned country place and took some selfies with her beloved journalist’s camera, while wearing new stuff she had bought.

After that she re-dressed in black normal clothes not to attract other’s people attention, as she had to trespass Julio’s house limits entering without keys.

Her red car was way too flashy so she had to park it away from building entrance and walk. Along the way she thought about new ways of making money, an insane thought of sex, cameras and fetish smashed in her head, even if she still didn’t know where she was going to move to, she knew she will have been keeping in touch with that idea in the next future.

Once in the backyard of Julio’s house she wanted to be sure no one was inside and no neighbor could have been seeing her. Then she was soon inside as she knew how to enter from a back window.

Interiors were dirtier than ever, there was a mess, just like if someone had to flee from a hurricane. Ironically the hurricane was her, a girl who had been always shy and submissive. Then, if she was considered a hurricane sure as hell she was going to be a huge one.

  

Searching for clues all over his house she ran into a postcard in the basement, it was sent a year before, it said “greetings from Cape Cod”, stamp spotted location was near Columbus, Georgia. She was feeling rage was mounting in her body as she remembered his former man’s previous year trip to Columbus for a job meeting (at least as she was been told). She sensed her claws were like shaking. Then she turned the postcard and read the message that was written on the back: “Me ha gustado mucho”, which she knew meant “I liked it a lot”. There was no signature or anything else in that postcard, but she was quite sure she had found a pathway to follow. As she was mentally recalling pieces of his past lies and excuses, she was hit by the chance Julio had been having a hidden relation with a Mexican girl near Columbus, or at least a Spanish speaking one. That hit brought her a ferocious state of mind in which she found comfort, a comfort in destroying everything in that basement. She started breaking all glasses, tearing down all shelves and then crushing everything she could with her spiky boots. At that point she found herself sweating in front of an old big mirror, which she was being reflected into. She thought she was like Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver and she said:

- You did this to me? You dared to do this to me? Then you gonna pay?

While she was facing that mirror, she started clawing the air like dominated by a demonic force, she was in a trance, like she had someone in front of her, someone to be scratched till death, someone that surely would have been torn apart. She liked a lot. 

As she regained consciousness, she felt satisfied with that new satanic version of her, as she found herself even excited by her newly discovered demonic pawers, she then decided that Sata was gonna be her new name. She was going to pay a visit to a guy who had been cooperating with the journal, whom she knew she could ask a fake passport to. Her real name then will have been Sata. “Sata what?” she thought, and then her childhood memories came to her mind, time spent in Romania and a woman, who was a witch, called Lina.

- Yes, Lina. My name’s Sata Lina - she said while leaving the basement in a mess.

After that she left Julio’s house and, while walking in the street towards her car, she felt like she wanted to start and live a more intense life, she felt she had to do the first thing she could do in town, an act with no reason or scheduled action. Then she took the road to Charleston with her rock music on. A few miles out of town, while listening to Kyuss, she saw a poster of a new medical clinic that was going to open that day, where everyone was invited to join and eat something.

“My lunch”, she thought, and drove to the near district that hosted that new building. Once arrived she lifted her head and wowed at the majestic height of that skyscraper, the clinic was placed at the first, seventh, and last 10 floors (from 90^th to 100^th), the meeting was held on the roof terrace, that’s where she went spontaneously.

Once on the roof she was thrown into a crowd with hundreds of clinicians, nurses and normal people moving like locusts to and from the buffet table. She didn’t feel quite well. That people, pressed up like sardines, height of the roof and all of her thoughts, threw her in a state of confusion. Some people started watching her, staring at her long nails she had always tried to hide, although she was feeling a change into her mind, a more open view of life, a new fresh air of who-gives-a-fuck-ness, she knew she needed more time to get in touch with this more aggressive and free way of living. Then she left as soon as she could, taking the lift all way down to the garage in the basement floor, where she finally reached her favorite kind of place, a dark spot, with less people as possible, and in contact with the ground, the cement, the pavement, something steady, as she feared big heights.

While going to take her car garage radio was playing General Johnson’s version of The Ramones’ Rockaway Beach, even if she didn’t like that kind of beach pop music, she felt better and a new river of energy got through her veins, like a kind of electric shock reaching the pointed sharp end of each one of her twenty long nails.

end of chapter two

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youtube findings #2 - uploaded today

Starting from now we gonna go thru noticeable long nailed beauties upload, especially on youtube, with pics and links to the uploaded videos:

Beryl Fen

Nail fans are no new to her name, Beryl Fen is one of those Asian beauties who spots clear almost perfect nails, so natural and well shaped, you can’t help falling in love with.

Her video shows her tapping and scratching on table surface.

Dilan Kahve & Tarot Falı

Next video isn't nail-related, but this (maybe Turkish) tarot reader shows really beautiful hands, with quite long real nails pften painted in sexy red, her name's Dilan Kahve. 

Naila Nails

Even if she had spotted longer nails in the past, she's a surprising long nails beauty, watch out for her video in which she spots a manicured set of long nails (I'm not that much into nail art tho). 

Hjort

Hjort is a sweet girl dedicated to ASMR, in this video she shows how she grew her unique long nails. 

Queen Killer

You've been living on Mars if you don't know who she is, let's hear what her fabulous toenails have to tell us in this live video, where she spots sexy red toenails clicking all over the place and unbelievable long talons. 

Leah

Leah Nails is another breathtaking bauty from Asia who shows perfect long nails, watch her video in which she polishes them in a burgundy glittering colour.
Weel, she deserves a second picture:

Whispering Feline

Whispering Feline's nails have been longer in the past, but this video is nice as she polishes her long nails in pink and then she taps in ASMR style. 

Sajawat kuch khas

Let's close with adorable feet and long toenails of Sajawat kuch khas who in this video tries on a pair of flip-flops matching their colour with teonail polish, well done. 

SataNails begins, the novel you nail fetishist have been waiting for so long

CHAPTER ONE - Sata leaves

Sitting by her room window, that night, she could only see dark smoke coming out from the factory across the street. She knew she was about to plan a new life as a head huntress, hunting for him. She also knew that, as soon as she will have found him, her life was going to change. Not only hers, you could read in her eyes it was his life that was going to change dramatically.  

It was a night filled up with new strange feelings, the song “13 candles” performed by “Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats” was coming out of her computer, sounding darker than ever before. She was not sad, she felt full of energy instead, and she seemed to know how that energy was going to be used. She took another sip of scotch and then started tapping on the glass with her overgrown talons. 

That energy, together with alcohol, like a motherfucking caffeine drink, kept her awake all night long. She then used her hyperactive brain to think where Julio, her Mexican former boyfriend, could have been gone.

She was pretty sure he was not in his country because the policia was looking for him, and she also knew he had left South Carolina because of a few traces he had left behind. Maybe he had gone to Alabama or Florida. She was confident that she was going to find out.

Since the day after she started to plan everything meticulously. She was ready to set up a big change in her life. First thing she did was quitting her job as a journalist at the local journal called Modern Times.

That Monday morning, as she felt even more nervous than the night before, she put leather gloves on to cover her claws; she didn’t know exactly why she did it, but she was sensing something new and familiar at the same time, dealing with her nails. She knew they will have been dangerous from that day on.

Her gloves were way much larger than her hands’ actual size, to host her talons and drive her car in comfort.

She arrived at the journal few minutes before her chief. She got up the stairs, step by step, with no hesitations. Once in her office she started collecting all her stuff and putting it into a big card box, that’s when she realized money spent for her home-based gym was no waste at all.

She was happy to leave, her working place sucked and her colleagues were stupid morons, she had always hated them, especially her chief, Rachel Cordoba, who was unable to manage that role and who was always nervous, in a hurry, without a man to love and any friend to rely to.

Maybe Rachel had only been like a mirror for her, an image of a lonely, frustrated single woman, like herself.

That morning she had another reason to hate Rachel Cordoba, that’s because she was of Mexican origins like that fuckin man who had left her so angry and out of her mind.

Once she had finished gathering her books, pens and pictures, she got into her chief’s office room and sat by the window, with her back facing the entrance door. While she was waiting for Rachel, she started to hear all of her colleagues talking and entering each one his own office.

- Hey look, someone stole all Sata’s stuff - she heard from a colleague.  

“Sata”, she hated that name colleagues had been putting to her since they had found out her love for horror movies. Sata stood for Satan, and it was no kind action to call her that way. She felt she was having a breakdown. Tension of waiting, urge of leaving, the rage for people’s stupidity were pressing her. She started clenching her fingers angrily, she stopped as soon as she realized her claws were about to go through her thick leather gloves.

She then sat on the white sofa Rachel Cordoba sometimes used as a bed. Sitting there, for the first time she felt like an urge to scratch and kill, she was surprised by that feeling and excited at the same time. She sensed she was like turning herself into a primitive beast, a Sumerian goddess of wrath, war and pain.

Who knows if that happened because of her increasing madness or instead that was due to an hypothetic ancestral genetic lineage with reincarnation of a satanic witch or demon. 

She was starting to open and close her hands rhythmically on the sofa, just like as if she was driven by an intangible dark force, when Rachel entered.

- What the fuck?! - her chief yelled.

- Stay calm Rachel, I’m leaving.

- No, you won’t. We’ve to talk right now - Rachel said firmly.

- I ain’t got no time to talk. Gotta go.

- I told you many times you can’t talk to me like that, who’s the master in here? When I say you won’t go, goddam you’ll stay here and sit down, right now!

She felt she could’ve killed Rachel if she wanted, her hatred was so big, but she didn’t know how it happened, she sat and talked softly to her chief.

- Alright Rachel, c’mon, what’s wrong?

- What’s wrong?! I told you before not to wear those black clothes, not to dress like a horny Satan’s worshipper, we’re in a respectable office, appearance is the first thing to take care of, and the look is vital.

- Rachel, you know no one coming here has ever seen me, I’m always stuck to that fucking chair in my office.

- …and that dirty way of talking and… - Rachel took a first glance at her gloves - what the fuck are or seem those gloves?

- If you say fuck I’ll say fuck, if you are able to wear that fucking hat, then I can wear those gloves.

- How you dare? Ok, Sata. At least we don’t see your ugly nails. By the way, Sata, take it or leave it, I’ll fire you unless you won’t wear better clothes and talk like a normal girl.

- You are so dumb, Rachel. You’re late. How couldn’t you realize I’m here to leave?

- Just go, Sata, we don’t need you, we never did.

End of first chapter

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F is for Francoise

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E is for Emily

Her nails and toenails were amazing directly from China here it is the ancient fashjioned long talons girl named Emily aka Mood Zhang.

I here remind that no picture is my property, that I use them for a cultural purpose and in no way I'll make money or take any advantage from using them.

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