Podcasts about androgynous

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This one got a little heavy on the inuendos, sorry?    I'm done. No more descriptions. From now on, I'll just write about interesting facts in history. Did you know Nordic Runes have more meaning than just being a letter? Each individual "letter" also has profound spiritual, emotional, and social meaning. The rune making the "S" sound in Elder Futhark, for example, also means sun or victory. Over time, especially after the Viking age, the language used by Danes, Swedes, and Norwegians diverged from each other due to outside cultural and religious influences, with runes dying out almost entirely, except in Sweden, where they were used until the 1800s! I just like the idea of letters inside of names having more, and deeper meaning than just their phonetic sounds. The Vikings were sick. Thank you for listening!! Also, if you read this, look up what the letters in your name mean in Elder Futhark. It's pretty friggen cool.    Email: Hotcrossbunspod@gmail.com Instagram/Tiktok: @hotcrossbunspod

In this episode of ScreenTone Club Elliot and Andy discuss the important things in life - mushy romance and bone-shattering underground fight clubs! Not both at the same time, thankfully.This episode was recorded in mid-2024 just before our Hiatus- from next episode on is all-new fresh material!Series Discussed: ST☆R: Strike it Rich, My Androgynous Boyfriend Vol. 1TIMECODES:0:01:00 - Behind the Scenes0:03:15 - Andy's Pick: My Androgynous Boyfriend0:08:15 - Elliot is Hungry0:12:45 - “Bite”0:27:40 - “Feeling Full” - Dang we were both hungry when we recorded this episode huh0:28:45 - Elliot's Pick: ST☆R: Strike it Rich0:31:00 - Comikey's Slightly Bonkers Monetisation Method0:35:00 - “Ignore the Last 4 Minutes of Synopsis”0:37:45 - Comparison to One Piece?0:44:45 - Unhinged Yet Adorable Cast0:50:00 - “How to Krillin”0:55:00 - Lack of Series Visibility :(0:58:45 - Closedown  If you enjoy this episode, please consider backing us on Patreon - from only US$3 a month you get bonus episodes and other perks as well, including the ability to vote on topics for us to cover!We have a Discord! Join us!We are affiliates on BookWalker - using this link when shopping there will give us a small kickback, helping cover the cost of manga for the podcast!The intro music is Track 8 on Resting State by HOME, used here under the CC-BY 3.0 license.

2 sections- clarification of opinion of R' Yehuda regarding androgynous regarding mitzvos and psak regarding mila (on Shabbos), liability of chatas if one mistakenly swapped babies and did inappropriate mila on Shabbos (mach amoraim within tannaim)

2 sections- clarification of opinion of R' Yehuda about androgynous regarding mitzvot and psak regarding mila (on Shabbat), liability of chatat if one mistakenly swapped babies and did inappropriate mila on Shabbat (mach amoraim within tannaim)

Welcome to “The Breakdown” where we plumb the depths of the Internets most fascinating accounts of this world in which we live, scoop up the weirdest headlines, and serve them up with a side of sarcasm, humor, and a sprinkle of absurdity.

This week, we get into 1985's Gymkata, a spectacle of martial arts, gymnastics, deadly games, tongueless women, men with fake faces on the back of their heads, and a healthy amount of men falling to their deaths with a satisfying splat.  This one's not currently on streaming, but is worth the $4 if you were to indulge in on-demand viewing.  Okay, yelling:  Johnny the gymnast joins a jiu-jitsu journey just to jab a jezebel! It's a movie podcast, not a English tutorial! Mullet-O-Mania! Pitchforking poor people and poorly placed pigs! Aerobic back-alley attack on innocent arabian anybody! Caucasian con and consult! Androgynous elderly caterwauling creeps! Bangladeshing the Parmistani princess! Bright red Sweaters aren't inconspicuous! The farmland of Parmistan! Back alley biker beatings! Bollywood whitewashing wiping out Neil Breen's side scrote! Pommel pummeling, and much, much more on this week's episode of The Worst Movie Ever Made! www.theworstmovieevermade.com

Holy cow! It's the podcast's THREE HUNDREDTH EPISODE, and to celebrate this landmark event, Lauren has brought on the *incomparable* Amber Ruffin (Late Night with Seth Meyers; The Amber Ruffin Show)! Amber is an Emmy and Tony-nominated writer *and* a best-selling author, but most important of all: she and Lauren go back nearly twenty years. Despite being incredibly open to the idea of being queer (not to mention being surrounded by lesbians for most of her career in comedy), Amber only recently realized that she was more than just a *really* good ally. Amber explains how the type of people she's attracted to - androgynous women and non-binary folks - just weren't super visible until recently; also, there was the whole thing where she was married to a man for thirteen years. Amber shares how she accidentally outed herself to her male coworker because phones are hard and discusses how gay butch women have somehow ALWAYS been able to clock her, even before she could clock herself. All this, plus the "gay as hell" leather sweatsuit that Amber owned and wore as a five-year-old child!Amber is at @amberruffin across all social media, but you can also watch her on your TV on Late Night with Seth Meyers and Have I Got News for You. Plus, check out the two books she wrote with her sister Lacey and their hilarious podcast, The Amber & Lacey, Lacey & Amber Show! Lauren was a guest in October!

Comedian Jiaoying Summers returns to “spill the tea” about her new man. They also discuss a Georgia mom who was arrested for letting her son walk to town by himself, a new sink-urinal combo and Adam ordering one for the studio, and watch a video of attack crows in action. Next, Jason “Mayhem” Miller reads the news including stories about a new Jaguar commercial that features androgynous models but no cars, Jay Leno getting hurt falling down a 60 foot hill, Ellen Degeneres & Portia de Rossi moving to UK in response to Donald Trump being re-elected, and Kim Kardashian doing an awkward photo shoot with a Tesla robot. Then, legendary sportscaster Chris Myers joins the show to talk about his new book “That Deserves a Wow”, doing the first interview with OJ after his trials, working with a “spotter” on live broadcasts, interviewing Muhammad Ali at 16 years old, his relationship with Bill Murray, and almost getting killed by Mike Tyson. For more with Jiaoying Summers: ● INSTAGRAM: @jiaoyingsummers ● TIKTOK: @jiaoyingsummers ● WEBSITE: http://jiaoyingsummers.com ● LIVE DATES: ○ The Ice House: Pasadena, CA - Dec. 5th ○ The Stand Up Comedy Club: Bellflower, CA - Dec. 21st For more with Chris Myers: ● NEW BOOK: “That Deserves a Wow” - available everywhere now. ● INSTAGRAM: @chrismyersfox ● TWITTER/X: @the_chrismyers ● WEBSITE: http://chrismyerssports.com Thank you for supporting our sponsors: ● http://OReillyAuto.com/Adam ● http://ForThePeople.com/Adam or Dial #LAW (#529)

Send us a textSeason 4, Episode 535: Queer Erotica and Drag: Embracing Spicy Art Forms with Titus Androgynous. Join Ruan Willow in this captivating episode as she dives into the world of queer erotica and performance art with the talented Titus Androgynous. Titus, a transmasculine, non-binary writer and performer from Toronto, Canada, shares their journey through various art forms, including burlesque, drag, and erotica writing. With works featured in acclaimed publications like Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year and Listen to Your Skin, Titus brings a unique perspective on gender, sexuality, and the art of performance.In this episode, Titus discusses the intersection of gender performance and erotic storytelling, exploring how embracing different gender expressions can be both freeing and empowering. They share their experiences as a drag king and the challenges of leaning into sexiness on stage. Titus also reads their story "Demon Lover," a poignant tale that intertwines themes of mental health, anxiety, and sensuality.Quote from Titus Androgynous: "No one was going to take me seriously until I took myself seriously."Guest Bio: Titus Androgynous (they/them) is a transmasc nonbinary writer and performer from Toronto, Canada. Their queer erotica has been included in several publications including Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year, Volume 6; Listen to Your Skin: An Anthology of Queer and Self-Love; and I Write the Body: Queer and Trans Kink, Desire and Defiance. Titus has performed and created pieces in genres including burlesque, sketch comedy, clown and Shakespeare. They have been performing nationally and internationally as a drag king since 2013. Titus is one of the founding authors of Theo Reads, the newest and best place to read spicy stories online.Book: (affiliate link, podcast may earn a commission) Best Lesbian Erotica of the Year, Volume 6 https://amzn.to/3CHdrRi00:01:30 " You're also a singer and an actor and you do spicy art forms00:02:28 " we can talk about gender and performance00:09:06 " You know that some people will be reading these stories as a form of sexual play00:10:55 " Is there really a difference between drag and burlesque00:14:38 " I'm going back a bit about gender and Gender performance00:19:34 " There's no room for improv in burlesque because you're working with music00:20:25 " For the writing you really have to trust yourself. For the presentation you have to wait00:21:55 " A lot of fiction focuses on that young age and the newness of that00:25:42 " Would you be willing to read something for us? Absolutely. So this is a piece that will be available on Theo Reads00:42:49 " When you sit down to write something, what's the first thing that grips you00:44:05 " Do you consider yourself more of a pantser or a plotter00:49:20 " Community involvement versus watching with someone else and watching their reactions00:54:31 " How many times do male authors get sold compared to female authors00:56:42 " Theo Reads01:01:26 " People are judging those books by their cover, rightheadliner appSupport the showSubscribe for exclusive episodes: https://www.buzzsprout.com/1599808/subscribeSign up for Ruan's newsletters: https://subscribepage.io/ruanwillowhttps://linktr.ee/RuanWillowI Dare You book https://books.ruanwillowauthor.com/idareyouthesaturdaysexchallenge

In this episode we play a fun little game! Em quizzes Kirby on LGBTQIA+ terms. From slang words that were common "back-in-the-day" to terms currently being used by younger generations. Tune in to hear what Kirby's guesses were and learn with us!

The Fools take on HIM. Support us on Patreon at www.patreon.com/CreativeTypo and get additional content at www.afoolsquest.com Cast: Mike Cole = Uorag - Druid Furbolg Shifter. Tony Kinney = Eddie Falzone - Human Wizard. Jess Owen = Adira - Fire Genasi Barbarian. Jesse Wicks = Bill Quiverlance - Human Bard. Nico Rodriguez as your DM. If you would like to follow along with our map, you can find it on our social media pages: www.Facebook.com/afoolsquest / www.Twitter.com/afoolsquest / www.Instagram.com/afoolsquestpodcast Special thank you to our Patreon Executive Producers: Nick Mead and Patrick T ArsenaultDungeon World: https://dungeon-world.com/ Music: Music Provided in part by Midnight Syndicate. www.MidnightSyndicate.com Additional music provided by Algal the Bard. www.youtube.com/user/alvariu and Epidemic Sound

My hot teacher fantasy. A 3-part series.By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. I got a temp job a few months later with a firm near to my old college and I still popped in to see Amy for lunch and the occasional meal, and I started to date more seriously. I'd had a few girlfriends, nothing that ever reached the 'serious relationship' status.Other Ladies.I moved back home and got into the same rut. Nothing long term but I made sure that I did what Amy told me and gave more than I got. I got some of my dates into bed, and I always tried to give them an orgasm, several if they'd let me, but nothing serious; or that lasted over a few months.Three years on and I'd just broken up with the last one without even noticing; she'd gone on holiday to the Mediterranean with some mates and never contacted me again after that. She came to my place the first morning back while I was at work, took the few things she'd left there and that was that. Unfriended and locked out on Facebook, never answered my texts, end of story.She'd been the girl that wanted to 'be in a relationship' and sex was only as small part of it. Right up to the point that we started to make love. From our first night in bed and the crazy morning after, she became a sex beast overnight. I was the first bloke to go down on her it seems, and she was dead against it at first. But we'd done a couple of bottles of wine over dinner, and she got daring.To get us past the whole 'dirty' concept, we stripped naked and jumped in the shower and we just played with each other; the excess of wine meant she let me run wet hands across her cunt, I found her clit and stroked it working her to high anxiety, then slipped wet fingers inside her and scrubbed her G-spot. She came, she cried, right there in the shower, pulling my face into her cunt and grinding herself against me, like some kind of porn star.I was her first on many things it seemed. Not the first shag but the first person to make her come. She then had me repeat the procedure - often. In bed we fucked and sucked, almost non-stop. I would wake up in the night to find her pumping my cock to erection, then climb across me and bounce us both to orgasm. She read the 'Fifty Shades' trilogy that she left at my house so her parents wouldn't find them, and soon I was pulling on the pony tail she started to wear and smacking her fine arse as I took her on her hands and knees.Seems that in the Med she just got worse, and pissed with her mates she met someone that apparently was much more in to her than I was. In fact my best mate's girlfriend told me that the new bloke had gotten into her on the first night of her holiday, in the car park of the hotel complex to be exact.I felt a bit slighted and somewhat lonely for a few weeks, but not like I was going to weep about it or anything.A month or so later I went off on a guys' stag weekend for that best mate, and we spent the weekend in the country, driving quad bikes on the Saturday morning, trap shooting in the afternoon, a huge piss-up in the evening, followed by a rather hung-over paintball session Sunday morning, and a hysterical drag hunt with the hen party in the afternoon, trying hard to stay on horses that almost none of us were used to riding, that didn't want to behave and wanted to jump over low fences and for us to fall off them.Miss White.As we trotted across the countryside on rather uncomfortable saddles I saw a face I thought I recognized, and it wasn't until the barbecue of fantastic steaks, farm sausages and burgers served to us in whole baguettes that I looked across the marquee we were in and I finally remembered where I knew her from.It was Miss White, class tutor of my final year at secondary school.Okay, I'm a bloke right; I should have looked longer at her face, but my eyes went straight at the body of the hottest girl in the place in tight jeans and a linen shirt half buttoned over a tailored vest top that showed a narrow waist and perfect stomach, a fantastic bosom with a fine cleavage, and hips in perfect proportion was an arse to match.I appreciated that great rack I'd only ever seen swamped in suit jackets and baggy white shapeless blouses.Back in the day, Miss White was a bit of a hard arse and extremely tough on her classes. With the benefit of hindsight she was, in the scheme of things, an extremely young teacher, and the secondary school I was at ten years back was a tough place for a twenty three year old straight out of education herself."Fit as fuck isn't she," said my mate the groom snapping me out of my reverie. "That's Jo, Melanie's cousin, but they're close like sisters, even though she's a bit older. She's a school teacher, she can teach me whenever she feels like it.""She did teach me," I said, sipping at my umpteenth bottle of beer from that weekend, "and I swear she never looked like that when she taught me history and sociology in my last year.""You lucky bastard," he grinned, "do I have the greatest idea!""Dave!" I shouted after him as he backed away from me."Mellie!" he called across the room, "minor change of plan;"I called after him again but was ignored, so not wanting the same response from some of my other mates who were also groomsmen or ushers and the like I went back to the barbecue for more steak.What I didn't notice was Jo White looking across the room at me, her cousin Melanie telling her that the fine looking guy she had been making eyes at across the room from her was a guy that worked on the same contract as her Fiancé - his mate Terry.Two weeks later, we were all sat around the large church at the rehearsal running through what we'd have to do on the following Saturday morning, and stood across the pews from me was Miss White - Jo - now wearing the usual loose blouse with her working clothes that I was used to."It is Terry isn't it?"I turned around,"Yes," I said, smiling and offering my hand, "I noticed you at the hen and stag weekend and didn't want to embarrass you.""You wouldn't have embarrassed me," she said squeezing my hand."Yeah, Okay," I grinned, "Perhaps I didn't want to embarrass me!" I grinned, "Don't forget, I was surrounded by my piss-taking mates, all the worse for Dave and Mel's free booze.""Okay, I'll give you that, but I noticed you at the barbeque and thought I recognized you; I had to ask Mellie who you were and as soon as she said Terry White it all came flooding back."Before we could chat more, the priest and the father of the bride called us all to attention, and we took our places. Me at the front of the church to one side of the aisle with the other groomsmen. Then the bride and her father came up the aisle followed by the various bridesmaids. I noticed that Jo was level with me. I guessed that meant that I would be the one to escort her back down the aisle after the service. Sweet.We headed to the nearby pub restaurant almost next door for a drink and a something to eat. It was hardly the fully fledged 'rehearsal dinner' you see on American sitcoms but more of a burger and a cold drink kind of thing. It seemed that most of the other groomsmen were either boyfriends or had 'buddied up' to the maids they would be escorting, I did likewise and we chatted. It turned out she was single, and just eight years older than me.She asked me about my love life, and I saw that despite the fact I was now in my late twenties, she was still maintaining just the tiniest bit of a professional detachment and holding on to her position of superiority she'd had more than ten years previously.Okay, she probably just wanted me to know that she wasn't interested in me, but I kind of got the feeling she was talking down to me. Fine, but I was minded to point out to my former school teacher that I had graduated from Brunel with a First in Engineering, to which I had added a Master's degree in hydro engineering the previous year. While I was impressed she was a teacher, I was probably as well qualified as her, if not slightly better. I knew from reading the jobs pages in the Guardian Newspaper that I was at least 15K a year better off than her.We all said goodbye; promising to look after our prospective bride and groom for the three days until the wedding celebration. I pecked Mel on the cheek, then for reasons I'll never understand Jo, before shaking hands with Mel's father.Like a scene from 'Four Weddings and a Funeral' there were six guys all trying to get the groom sorted before our meeting at the adjacent Wetherspoons for our celebratory full English breakfast. It was great, and the sun shone on us all and we managed not to get any food stains on our morning suits.We arrived at the church in fine form, all laughing with just enough buzz for the day's events. We were pushed around by the photographer into various fun poses before we were ordered into the church and the places we'd rehearsed the previous week.Dave looked nervous and as instructed by the vicar looked to his front. From my place across from the altar I could look down the aisle and see his gorgeous bride to be on her proud father's arm, followed by her five bridesmaids, then I saw Jo, dressed in a pale cream off the shoulder dress that complimented the bride's dress brilliantly. For some reason she took my breath away, her make-up was simple but splendid, her hair was pulled up and away from her face matching the other bridesmaids, and it was all I could do to tear my eyes away from her to look at the bride.The service started and I stood opposite and slightly to one side of Jo, stealing the occasional look at her, at one stage I noticed that she was stealing looks at me - when our eyes met, I saw that she flushed bright red and dropped her eyes with an embarrassed smile.While everyone else was singing 'Love divine, all love's excelling' I looked up from my order of service and looked across at Jo."Wow;" I mouthed across to her silently, "you look fantastic;"She flushed red again and mouthed a silent, "Thank you," back to me hiding her blushes behind her order of service.The hymn finished and we all made our way to the vestry where registers and certificates were signed. Finally, the vicar stepped out and announced,"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Price!" and the organist played the wedding march and off we went, Mel's father holding the hand of his tiny granddaughter while the rest of us took the arm of the person we'd been stood adjacent to.Still holding her flowers, Jo gently put her hand onto the crook of my elbow and we slowly made our way back down the aisle and out of the church, stopping for photos of course and finally followed out by the rest of the guests."Wasn't that lovely," whispered Jo to me with a big grin."Really nice," I said genuinely, "but then Dave and Mel are a lovely couple.""Aw," said Jo, "you a bit of a softie for all this then Terry?""I suppose I am a bit," I said, "Let's face it, we all want something like this don't we.""Do we?" said Jo looking up at me."Yeah right Miss White, I saw your face through that whole service and if you so much as suggest that you weren't carried along by the whole thing, I may have to call you a liar!"She giggled and hid her face behind her flowers, as we came out of the church into the glorious sunshine. There were lots of handshakes and kisses and congratulations, and before long we were being moved around by the photographer.After the bride and groom photos there was a demand that each pair of groomsmen and bridesmaids had a picture so I found myself with my arm around Jo, while she gazed smilingly up into my face, under the instructions of the photographer. I noticed that Mel was particularly evident during this picture along with other friends of both of us. That photo took some time because we both kept laughing.By this stage, it had become common knowledge that Jo had been my teacher at School and we were ribbed gently by our acquaintances, but soon we were on our way to the hotel to make room for the next wedding that was soon to leave the church.At the wedding reception I found I was sat next to Jo, just across from the bride and groom. The food arrived and the wines. Then it was speeches, and the best man made a toast to the bridesmaids, and one especially for Jo, pointing out that she was a school teacher and taking one of her former pupils to one side to make sure he behaved.Her family all giggled and my mates laughed and pointed. We both blushed, and Mel grinned and waved at her cousin.The meal finished, it was time for the first dance and Dave and Mel took to the floor. Next the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. I stood and held my hand out to Jo and she stood.I pulled her close and she reciprocated holding me close and we moved slowly to Mel's favorite love song, 'Wonderful tonight' by Eric Clapton. After a few moments Jo was resting her head on my shoulder.At the end of that song, a second equally slushy one came on and the rest of the guests were invited to join in. After that one the music speeded up somewhat and most of us took to our seats.Most of the ladies disappeared to change out of their long dresses, and Mel was one of the first back, looking gorgeous as you would expect a bride to look on her wedding day. She was soon joined by my mate, her new husband Dave."Terry Darling," she kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you so much for putting up with the Mickey taking and still looking after Jo for us." She looked back over her shoulder turned back to me and began to whisper, "She won't admit it but I think she has a bit of a thing for you; asked about you at the stag and hen after she saw you checking her out, think she was rather put out that you didn't come and talk to her. She never stops asking things about you, seemed most pleased when I said you'd recently broken up with that slapper friend of mine.""Keeps asking me stuff mate," said Dave, "only this morning she asked if you 'really' didn't have someone coming this evening.""Really?" I said, "I wasn't getting that impression.""You wait," whispered Mel, "I told her you have a thing for cleavages, curves, short skirts and long legs; if you remember her from school you'll know that she doesn't like to show off the curves and the lady lumps. She had to learn to walk in heels for today and, Oh yes, and I told her your favorite color is green - not a color she likes by the way; why don't we see what she comes down; Ah, now will you just look;"I turned round; with one hand on her hip and the other on the handrail she was carefully walking down stairs; shit but she looked fucking hot. She was wearing a tight, plunging, form fitting dress in dark green that fitted her every curve, and the heels she wore made her legs look twice as long. She stalked across to the three of us."Evening Mel," she kissed her cousins cheek and looked me up and down."Looking good Jo," Mel said."Feeling' good Mel." Jo looked at me again."Ah," breathed Mel, "My work here is done, almost;" and grinning walked with Dave, to circulate with more of the guests."Can I get you a drink, Jo?" I asked."Champagne," she said, adding, "please." I made for the bar and got two glasses bringing them over, by the time I got back another groomsman had taken her away to dance, and why not; she looked fucking devastating. Ah well, perhaps not.The dancing continued and I danced with some more girls, including Mel."Every time you dance with another girl, Jo makes evil eyes at them; Terry," she said turning us slightly and she waved at Jo stood at the bar talking to family, "She is so into you, mate!" She gave me a little shake."I'm not convinced," I said, "at the rehearsal she was talking to me like I was just out of 10th year.""That's just Jo," she said shaking me ag

Pop goes the cherry. A 3-part series.By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. "Fuck the swimming," she hissed.I picked her up and carried her across to the bed and lay her down, dragging off my T-shirt leaving me in just my shorts. I undid the fastening and let them fall to the ground, my erection hard.“That's just the job.”"Wow!" said Jo, looking down at my cock, "That's what Mel meant when she said you had all the gear.""Not sure how Mel knew, mind you I suppose Sonia told her.""Yeah, and then she told me." She moved up the bed slightly to get a better look at all of me. I stood much as she had a few moments before arms out to the side weight on one leg."You like?""I definitely like," she said, "although I'm not sure all of that is going to go in without making a mess.""Most men fit most women, if you've ridden a horse or done any kind of gym work your hymen was probably shredded years ago. Still," I lay on the bed next to her, "seeing as it's your first time, you can choose how we do it and set the pace and speed and all that sort of thing.""Technical; this shagging business, isn't?" She said."Nah, easy once you know how." I said leaning over her to kiss her again and stroke my hands over this fantastic body I'd been watching so closely for two weeks. "Right, let's have a look then." I said, sliding down to rest with my head level with the apex of her thighs."Mel told me you were an oral expert as well," she said, and I could feel her trembling as I softly parted her legs bringing me level with her sex."No one told me that," I said, "but I do my best.""Thank you. I kinda get the feeling she'd have told me you were a brain surgeon if it would've got us into bed;" she said as if lost for words momentarily. She stopped looking at me, held her hands across her waist and stared at the ceiling; the kind of look you saw in doctor's and dentist surgeries the world over. I grinned and chuckled."What?" she said, seeing my mouth descend to her most private parts.I gently caressed and stroked, looking up I saw her worried looking face looking down past her great tits and between her thighs. I found her clitoris with my finger tip and softly stroked it."Show me how you play with yourself," I said taking her hand."What?""Show me how you pleasure yourself with your fingers, I bet you do."She grinned a little and taking my finger in her hand gently rubbed around the organ slowly occasionally dipping down to find some moisture from her vagina. I took over the action and let the look on her face advise me on my progress.I felt her moving towards that orgasm, and figured I needed to use my tongue on her clit. I very gently eased a finger into her sex realizing that it was actually quite open. I slid up and back finding her G-spot, scrubbing across it with slightly more vigor once I found that rough patch of flesh.She started to writhe,"Stay with me Jo," I said, "I want to be the first bloke to make you come."She gasped and tried to put her legs together but too late. She gasped and bounced her hips up and down and I knew enough to carry on gently manipulating her private parts until she'd finished."Wow, Terry," she breathed out, "That was; wow!""Plenty more where that came from," I said."Hmm;" she grinned."So," I said pushing myself up and over her, "How would you like to do this.""With a condom," she said, reaching into her bag on the bedside table."After that," I said lowering myself onto her wonderful, soft, warm body for the first time."This feels pretty good," she grinned up at me. I rolled to one side taking the box from her and withdrawing the rubber in its sealed pack.I reached down and gently pumped my cock, it was hard enough to do its job but I wanted her to get the feel of my cock before I put it inside her. "Here," I said, "you need to make sure it's hard enough."I took her hand and she placed it over my cock and just felt it up and down."It feels;" she propped herself up on her arm and inspected her new toy, "it doesn't feel like I thought it would.""What did you think it would feel like?""I don't know," she said, "just not like this!" She got used to pumping it and watched the skin move up and down. I split the condom packet open.She removed the condom and fitted it over the end of my cock and slid it down in one movement."Learned that in sex education at school," she said."Perfectly done," I added, looking into her lovely face, "let's do it Jo." I said kissing her.She kissed me back and lay putting her hands to my shoulders to move me over her. She spread her legs trying really hard to keep it natural. Soon my sheathed cock was level with her very wet puss and I slid it up and down across her clit, before slowly and carefully resting it at her entrance. I slid slowly forward feeling first the tip then more of the shaft enter her.She panted and I felt her thighs raise and hold me,"Slowly Terry," she hissed, and I slid in slowly and gently, with her breathing out as I entered her.I felt my groin touch hers,"That's all there is of me Jo," I said, "is it Okay?""It's a bit tight, but very nice." She put her cheek to mine and hugged me tight. I moved slowly and purposefully, trying to remember what it was that Sonia and I had done making love. I had a record of making the women I'd slept with had come during intercourse, and that started with Amy; and I was 100%, up to and including Sonia, and I think that was as much about fingers as it was about fucking. G-spot, I'm sure that was it. She had me ride her quite high so I tried that again, but Jo pushed me down. Still a bit new for that kind of thing obviously.Fuck it, I thought, just get on with it and try the clever stuff next time.But that was it, I wanted there to be a next time. I didn't want this to just be a one night stand, I wanted her to come so much that she would want to repeat the process, many times.Feeling her get comfortable, I speeded up working harder and deeper into her, allowing her reactions to guide me, just as Amy had taught me.She started to gasp, and I pulled my face away from hers so I could see her expression."Oh Terry," she purred, "this is lovely, why did I wait so long." She kissed me."Because you were waiting for the right man.""And the right man was you, was it?""Obviously." I said slowing somewhat, and pushing myself up and off of her for a few moments. Freeing my left hand I used it to great effect to grab her so far untouched arse, and gave it a squeeze, my little finger making an experimental tickle at her anus. She giggled.I also used the opportunity to move my head down so I could feast on her softening nipples, and she guided them into my open mouth, each one in turn until they were red and hard against my tongue."That's nice," she said as I drew them into my mouth again and again."I should hope so," I said, "how about this though." I covered my teeth with my lips and squeezed them hard and she cooed."Oh fuck, Terry," she said, "that is so hot.""I do try.""Let's try another position," she said."Excellent, which one?""Oh I don't know, you're the expert.""Roll onto your hands and knees," I said."No," she said firmly resting her hands on my forearms, "I want to be on top.""Oh," I grinned, "a fine choice and one I heartily agree with." I raised off of her gently withdrawing my cock from her."Hmm," she said, "I could absolutely get used to this.""Look," I said pointing to my throbbing cock, "tiniest trace of blood, no harm done."She pulled my face down to her and kissed me,"It's because you're such a big boy," she said, then she giggled and pushed me onto my back, and quickly sat astride me, landing with a bump. "Oh," she said putting a hand to her red, flushed cunt, "That probably wasn't the best idea. Still," she leaned forward over me raising her bottom so my erection sprung up under her.She put her hands on my shoulders, leaning down to kiss me. Our tongues clashed again, and it was for the first time it was about the passion, rather than just kissing. She raised herself again, and this time she fed my cock inside her. She closed her eyes and slowly slid down."Oh yeah," she gasped, "that's just the job."She was getting more and more into the process, and I hoped I could hold out until she had another orgasm. So I put my hands to her hips and helped her up and down and she approved so I slid my thumb across to play across her clitoris."Come on Jo, come for me honey.""Oh baby!" I thought she might have been taking the piss, but the look on her face was enough to let me know it was working. I could see her boobs bouncing in front of me, so pulled her down slightly so I could kiss and suck her erect nipples. I scraped my teeth along her nips and she cried out to another first, her first orgasm during intercourse and it was enough to push me over the edge and I came with her. She fell across me and we kissed and cuddled, with me withdrawing from her to remove the condom and my healthy fertile sperm it contained. After all, while she wanted to lose her virginity I wasn't sure she wanted to get pregnant.We lay together for a while, catching our breath, kissing and just holding each other. Jo ran her finger through the hair on my chest."How long till we can do that again!" She breathed.It was so hot I felt a bit of a stirring in my loins even though I knew I'd be out of action for a while at least. She rolled off of me, stood and went to the table, pouring the last of the coffee from the jug into one cup. Her body looked fantastic, slightly pink and 101% feminine. She looked over her shoulder and noticed me looking, grinning and looking even pinker than before. She added milk and walked back to bed with it."Here," she said, "a little something to keep your strength up."Round TwoI took the cup from her and drank some, it was just hot enough. She lay back down next to me and took the cup and sipped some. I took the cup back from her finished it, and went back to holding her again. We smooched for another twenty minutes, eventually drifting into a light doze. We woke about half an hour later and bloody hell, I was ready to go again. And we did.This time the foreplay was slightly less because I could see that she was red and puffy from our first round. So this time, I slipped on the condom and climbed over her again and made love in the missionary. I tried to tempt her onto her hands and knees but still she would have none of it. It was still fantastic and we made love, each holding the other close. As she neared her third, or was it fourth, orgasm of the day she clung to me, getting every part of her touching part of me."Oh Terry," she gasped, "Mellie was right, Mellie was so right, please I'm so close," she warbled, "I'm so nearly there, ah!" she cried out in her orgasm and I joined her.We took a shower together and I took every opportunity to touch and stroke her, avoiding the parts I'd already been touching. We had to be out of our rooms by three that afternoon so we couldn't take the time I would have liked.Once dried, I got back into my shorts and T-sh

Pop goes the cherry. A 3-part series.By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. "Fuck the swimming," she hissed.I picked her up and carried her across to the bed and lay her down, dragging off my T-shirt leaving me in just my shorts. I undid the fastening and let them fall to the ground, my erection hard.“That's just the job.”"Wow!" said Jo, looking down at my cock, "That's what Mel meant when she said you had all the gear.""Not sure how Mel knew, mind you I suppose Sonia told her.""Yeah, and then she told me." She moved up the bed slightly to get a better look at all of me. I stood much as she had a few moments before arms out to the side weight on one leg."You like?""I definitely like," she said, "although I'm not sure all of that is going to go in without making a mess.""Most men fit most women, if you've ridden a horse or done any kind of gym work your hymen was probably shredded years ago. Still," I lay on the bed next to her, "seeing as it's your first time, you can choose how we do it and set the pace and speed and all that sort of thing.""Technical; this shagging business, isn't?" She said."Nah, easy once you know how." I said leaning over her to kiss her again and stroke my hands over this fantastic body I'd been watching so closely for two weeks. "Right, let's have a look then." I said, sliding down to rest with my head level with the apex of her thighs."Mel told me you were an oral expert as well," she said, and I could feel her trembling as I softly parted her legs bringing me level with her sex."No one told me that," I said, "but I do my best.""Thank you. I kinda get the feeling she'd have told me you were a brain surgeon if it would've got us into bed;" she said as if lost for words momentarily. She stopped looking at me, held her hands across her waist and stared at the ceiling; the kind of look you saw in doctor's and dentist surgeries the world over. I grinned and chuckled."What?" she said, seeing my mouth descend to her most private parts.I gently caressed and stroked, looking up I saw her worried looking face looking down past her great tits and between her thighs. I found her clitoris with my finger tip and softly stroked it."Show me how you play with yourself," I said taking her hand."What?""Show me how you pleasure yourself with your fingers, I bet you do."She grinned a little and taking my finger in her hand gently rubbed around the organ slowly occasionally dipping down to find some moisture from her vagina. I took over the action and let the look on her face advise me on my progress.I felt her moving towards that orgasm, and figured I needed to use my tongue on her clit. I very gently eased a finger into her sex realizing that it was actually quite open. I slid up and back finding her G-spot, scrubbing across it with slightly more vigor once I found that rough patch of flesh.She started to writhe,"Stay with me Jo," I said, "I want to be the first bloke to make you come."She gasped and tried to put her legs together but too late. She gasped and bounced her hips up and down and I knew enough to carry on gently manipulating her private parts until she'd finished."Wow, Terry," she breathed out, "That was; wow!""Plenty more where that came from," I said."Hmm;" she grinned."So," I said pushing myself up and over her, "How would you like to do this.""With a condom," she said, reaching into her bag on the bedside table."After that," I said lowering myself onto her wonderful, soft, warm body for the first time."This feels pretty good," she grinned up at me. I rolled to one side taking the box from her and withdrawing the rubber in its sealed pack.I reached down and gently pumped my cock, it was hard enough to do its job but I wanted her to get the feel of my cock before I put it inside her. "Here," I said, "you need to make sure it's hard enough."I took her hand and she placed it over my cock and just felt it up and down."It feels;" she propped herself up on her arm and inspected her new toy, "it doesn't feel like I thought it would.""What did you think it would feel like?""I don't know," she said, "just not like this!" She got used to pumping it and watched the skin move up and down. I split the condom packet open.She removed the condom and fitted it over the end of my cock and slid it down in one movement."Learned that in sex education at school," she said."Perfectly done," I added, looking into her lovely face, "let's do it Jo." I said kissing her.She kissed me back and lay putting her hands to my shoulders to move me over her. She spread her legs trying really hard to keep it natural. Soon my sheathed cock was level with her very wet puss and I slid it up and down across her clit, before slowly and carefully resting it at her entrance. I slid slowly forward feeling first the tip then more of the shaft enter her.She panted and I felt her thighs raise and hold me,"Slowly Terry," she hissed, and I slid in slowly and gently, with her breathing out as I entered her.I felt my groin touch hers,"That's all there is of me Jo," I said, "is it Okay?""It's a bit tight, but very nice." She put her cheek to mine and hugged me tight. I moved slowly and purposefully, trying to remember what it was that Sonia and I had done making love. I had a record of making the women I'd slept with had come during intercourse, and that started with Amy; and I was 100%, up to and including Sonia, and I think that was as much about fingers as it was about fucking. G-spot, I'm sure that was it. She had me ride her quite high so I tried that again, but Jo pushed me down. Still a bit new for that kind of thing obviously.Fuck it, I thought, just get on with it and try the clever stuff next time.But that was it, I wanted there to be a next time. I didn't want this to just be a one night stand, I wanted her to come so much that she would want to repeat the process, many times.Feeling her get comfortable, I speeded up working harder and deeper into her, allowing her reactions to guide me, just as Amy had taught me.She started to gasp, and I pulled my face away from hers so I could see her expression."Oh Terry," she purred, "this is lovely, why did I wait so long." She kissed me."Because you were waiting for the right man.""And the right man was you, was it?""Obviously." I said slowing somewhat, and pushing myself up and off of her for a few moments. Freeing my left hand I used it to great effect to grab her so far untouched arse, and gave it a squeeze, my little finger making an experimental tickle at her anus. She giggled.I also used the opportunity to move my head down so I could feast on her softening nipples, and she guided them into my open mouth, each one in turn until they were red and hard against my tongue."That's nice," she said as I drew them into my mouth again and again."I should hope so," I said, "how about this though." I covered my teeth with my lips and squeezed them hard and she cooed."Oh fuck, Terry," she said, "that is so hot.""I do try.""Let's try another position," she said."Excellent, which one?""Oh I don't know, you're the expert.""Roll onto your hands and knees," I said."No," she said firmly resting her hands on my forearms, "I want to be on top.""Oh," I grinned, "a fine choice and one I heartily agree with." I raised off of her gently withdrawing my cock from her."Hmm," she said, "I could absolutely get used to this.""Look," I said pointing to my throbbing cock, "tiniest trace of blood, no harm done."She pulled my face down to her and kissed me,"It's because you're such a big boy," she said, then she giggled and pushed me onto my back, and quickly sat astride me, landing with a bump. "Oh," she said putting a hand to her red, flushed cunt, "That probably wasn't the best idea. Still," she leaned forward over me raising her bottom so my erection sprung up under her.She put her hands on my shoulders, leaning down to kiss me. Our tongues clashed again, and it was for the first time it was about the passion, rather than just kissing. She raised herself again, and this time she fed my cock inside her. She closed her eyes and slowly slid down."Oh yeah," she gasped, "that's just the job."She was getting more and more into the process, and I hoped I could hold out until she had another orgasm. So I put my hands to her hips and helped her up and down and she approved so I slid my thumb across to play across her clitoris."Come on Jo, come for me honey.""Oh baby!" I thought she might have been taking the piss, but the look on her face was enough to let me know it was working. I could see her boobs bouncing in front of me, so pulled her down slightly so I could kiss and suck her erect nipples. I scraped my teeth along her nips and she cried out to another first, her first orgasm during intercourse and it was enough to push me over the edge and I came with her. She fell across me and we kissed and cuddled, with me withdrawing from her to remove the condom and my healthy fertile sperm it contained. After all, while she wanted to lose her virginity I wasn't sure she wanted to get pregnant.We lay together for a while, catching our breath, kissing and just holding each other. Jo ran her finger through the hair on my chest."How long till we can do that again!" She breathed.It was so hot I felt a bit of a stirring in my loins even though I knew I'd be out of action for a while at least. She rolled off of me, stood and went to the table, pouring the last of the coffee from the jug into one cup. Her body looked fantastic, slightly pink and 101% feminine. She looked over her shoulder and noticed me looking, grinning and looking even pinker than before. She added milk and walked back to bed with it."Here," she said, "a little something to keep your strength up."Round TwoI took the cup from her and drank some, it was just hot enough. She lay back down next to me and took the cup and sipped some. I took the cup back from her finished it, and went back to holding her again. We smooched for another twenty minutes, eventually drifting into a light doze. We woke about half an hour later and bloody hell, I was ready to go again. And we did.This time the foreplay was slightly less because I could see that she was red and puffy from our first round. So this time, I slipped on the condom and climbed over her again and made love in the missionary. I tried to tempt her onto her hands and knees but still she would have none of it. It was still fantastic and we made love, each holding the other close. As she neared her third, or was it fourth, orgasm of the day she clung to me, getting every part of her touching part of me."Oh Terry," she gasped, "Mellie was right, Mellie was so right, please I'm so close," she warbled, "I'm so nearly there, ah!" she cried out in her orgasm and I joined her.We took a shower together and I took every opportunity to touch and stroke her, avoiding the parts I'd already been touching. We had to be out of our rooms by three that afternoon so we couldn't take the time I would have liked.Once dried, I got back into my shorts and T-sh

My hot teacher fantasy. A 3-part series.By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. I got a temp job a few months later with a firm near to my old college and I still popped in to see Amy for lunch and the occasional meal, and I started to date more seriously. I'd had a few girlfriends, nothing that ever reached the 'serious relationship' status.Other Ladies.I moved back home and got into the same rut. Nothing long term but I made sure that I did what Amy told me and gave more than I got. I got some of my dates into bed, and I always tried to give them an orgasm, several if they'd let me, but nothing serious; or that lasted over a few months.Three years on and I'd just broken up with the last one without even noticing; she'd gone on holiday to the Mediterranean with some mates and never contacted me again after that. She came to my place the first morning back while I was at work, took the few things she'd left there and that was that. Unfriended and locked out on Facebook, never answered my texts, end of story.She'd been the girl that wanted to 'be in a relationship' and sex was only as small part of it. Right up to the point that we started to make love. From our first night in bed and the crazy morning after, she became a sex beast overnight. I was the first bloke to go down on her it seems, and she was dead against it at first. But we'd done a couple of bottles of wine over dinner, and she got daring.To get us past the whole 'dirty' concept, we stripped naked and jumped in the shower and we just played with each other; the excess of wine meant she let me run wet hands across her cunt, I found her clit and stroked it working her to high anxiety, then slipped wet fingers inside her and scrubbed her G-spot. She came, she cried, right there in the shower, pulling my face into her cunt and grinding herself against me, like some kind of porn star.I was her first on many things it seemed. Not the first shag but the first person to make her come. She then had me repeat the procedure - often. In bed we fucked and sucked, almost non-stop. I would wake up in the night to find her pumping my cock to erection, then climb across me and bounce us both to orgasm. She read the 'Fifty Shades' trilogy that she left at my house so her parents wouldn't find them, and soon I was pulling on the pony tail she started to wear and smacking her fine arse as I took her on her hands and knees.Seems that in the Med she just got worse, and pissed with her mates she met someone that apparently was much more in to her than I was. In fact my best mate's girlfriend told me that the new bloke had gotten into her on the first night of her holiday, in the car park of the hotel complex to be exact.I felt a bit slighted and somewhat lonely for a few weeks, but not like I was going to weep about it or anything.A month or so later I went off on a guys' stag weekend for that best mate, and we spent the weekend in the country, driving quad bikes on the Saturday morning, trap shooting in the afternoon, a huge piss-up in the evening, followed by a rather hung-over paintball session Sunday morning, and a hysterical drag hunt with the hen party in the afternoon, trying hard to stay on horses that almost none of us were used to riding, that didn't want to behave and wanted to jump over low fences and for us to fall off them.Miss White.As we trotted across the countryside on rather uncomfortable saddles I saw a face I thought I recognized, and it wasn't until the barbecue of fantastic steaks, farm sausages and burgers served to us in whole baguettes that I looked across the marquee we were in and I finally remembered where I knew her from.It was Miss White, class tutor of my final year at secondary school.Okay, I'm a bloke right; I should have looked longer at her face, but my eyes went straight at the body of the hottest girl in the place in tight jeans and a linen shirt half buttoned over a tailored vest top that showed a narrow waist and perfect stomach, a fantastic bosom with a fine cleavage, and hips in perfect proportion was an arse to match.I appreciated that great rack I'd only ever seen swamped in suit jackets and baggy white shapeless blouses.Back in the day, Miss White was a bit of a hard arse and extremely tough on her classes. With the benefit of hindsight she was, in the scheme of things, an extremely young teacher, and the secondary school I was at ten years back was a tough place for a twenty three year old straight out of education herself."Fit as fuck isn't she," said my mate the groom snapping me out of my reverie. "That's Jo, Melanie's cousin, but they're close like sisters, even though she's a bit older. She's a school teacher, she can teach me whenever she feels like it.""She did teach me," I said, sipping at my umpteenth bottle of beer from that weekend, "and I swear she never looked like that when she taught me history and sociology in my last year.""You lucky bastard," he grinned, "do I have the greatest idea!""Dave!" I shouted after him as he backed away from me."Mellie!" he called across the room, "minor change of plan;"I called after him again but was ignored, so not wanting the same response from some of my other mates who were also groomsmen or ushers and the like I went back to the barbecue for more steak.What I didn't notice was Jo White looking across the room at me, her cousin Melanie telling her that the fine looking guy she had been making eyes at across the room from her was a guy that worked on the same contract as her Fiancé - his mate Terry.Two weeks later, we were all sat around the large church at the rehearsal running through what we'd have to do on the following Saturday morning, and stood across the pews from me was Miss White - Jo - now wearing the usual loose blouse with her working clothes that I was used to."It is Terry isn't it?"I turned around,"Yes," I said, smiling and offering my hand, "I noticed you at the hen and stag weekend and didn't want to embarrass you.""You wouldn't have embarrassed me," she said squeezing my hand."Yeah, Okay," I grinned, "Perhaps I didn't want to embarrass me!" I grinned, "Don't forget, I was surrounded by my piss-taking mates, all the worse for Dave and Mel's free booze.""Okay, I'll give you that, but I noticed you at the barbeque and thought I recognized you; I had to ask Mellie who you were and as soon as she said Terry White it all came flooding back."Before we could chat more, the priest and the father of the bride called us all to attention, and we took our places. Me at the front of the church to one side of the aisle with the other groomsmen. Then the bride and her father came up the aisle followed by the various bridesmaids. I noticed that Jo was level with me. I guessed that meant that I would be the one to escort her back down the aisle after the service. Sweet.We headed to the nearby pub restaurant almost next door for a drink and a something to eat. It was hardly the fully fledged 'rehearsal dinner' you see on American sitcoms but more of a burger and a cold drink kind of thing. It seemed that most of the other groomsmen were either boyfriends or had 'buddied up' to the maids they would be escorting, I did likewise and we chatted. It turned out she was single, and just eight years older than me.She asked me about my love life, and I saw that despite the fact I was now in my late twenties, she was still maintaining just the tiniest bit of a professional detachment and holding on to her position of superiority she'd had more than ten years previously.Okay, she probably just wanted me to know that she wasn't interested in me, but I kind of got the feeling she was talking down to me. Fine, but I was minded to point out to my former school teacher that I had graduated from Brunel with a First in Engineering, to which I had added a Master's degree in hydro engineering the previous year. While I was impressed she was a teacher, I was probably as well qualified as her, if not slightly better. I knew from reading the jobs pages in the Guardian Newspaper that I was at least 15K a year better off than her.We all said goodbye; promising to look after our prospective bride and groom for the three days until the wedding celebration. I pecked Mel on the cheek, then for reasons I'll never understand Jo, before shaking hands with Mel's father.Like a scene from 'Four Weddings and a Funeral' there were six guys all trying to get the groom sorted before our meeting at the adjacent Wetherspoons for our celebratory full English breakfast. It was great, and the sun shone on us all and we managed not to get any food stains on our morning suits.We arrived at the church in fine form, all laughing with just enough buzz for the day's events. We were pushed around by the photographer into various fun poses before we were ordered into the church and the places we'd rehearsed the previous week.Dave looked nervous and as instructed by the vicar looked to his front. From my place across from the altar I could look down the aisle and see his gorgeous bride to be on her proud father's arm, followed by her five bridesmaids, then I saw Jo, dressed in a pale cream off the shoulder dress that complimented the bride's dress brilliantly. For some reason she took my breath away, her make-up was simple but splendid, her hair was pulled up and away from her face matching the other bridesmaids, and it was all I could do to tear my eyes away from her to look at the bride.The service started and I stood opposite and slightly to one side of Jo, stealing the occasional look at her, at one stage I noticed that she was stealing looks at me - when our eyes met, I saw that she flushed bright red and dropped her eyes with an embarrassed smile.While everyone else was singing 'Love divine, all love's excelling' I looked up from my order of service and looked across at Jo."Wow;" I mouthed across to her silently, "you look fantastic;"She flushed red again and mouthed a silent, "Thank you," back to me hiding her blushes behind her order of service.The hymn finished and we all made our way to the vestry where registers and certificates were signed. Finally, the vicar stepped out and announced,"Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Price!" and the organist played the wedding march and off we went, Mel's father holding the hand of his tiny granddaughter while the rest of us took the arm of the person we'd been stood adjacent to.Still holding her flowers, Jo gently put her hand onto the crook of my elbow and we slowly made our way back down the aisle and out of the church, stopping for photos of course and finally followed out by the rest of the guests."Wasn't that lovely," whispered Jo to me with a big grin."Really nice," I said genuinely, "but then Dave and Mel are a lovely couple.""Aw," said Jo, "you a bit of a softie for all this then Terry?""I suppose I am a bit," I said, "Let's face it, we all want something like this don't we.""Do we?" said Jo looking up at me."Yeah right Miss White, I saw your face through that whole service and if you so much as suggest that you weren't carried along by the whole thing, I may have to call you a liar!"She giggled and hid her face behind her flowers, as we came out of the church into the glorious sunshine. There were lots of handshakes and kisses and congratulations, and before long we were being moved around by the photographer.After the bride and groom photos there was a demand that each pair of groomsmen and bridesmaids had a picture so I found myself with my arm around Jo, while she gazed smilingly up into my face, under the instructions of the photographer. I noticed that Mel was particularly evident during this picture along with other friends of both of us. That photo took some time because we both kept laughing.By this stage, it had become common knowledge that Jo had been my teacher at School and we were ribbed gently by our acquaintances, but soon we were on our way to the hotel to make room for the next wedding that was soon to leave the church.At the wedding reception I found I was sat next to Jo, just across from the bride and groom. The food arrived and the wines. Then it was speeches, and the best man made a toast to the bridesmaids, and one especially for Jo, pointing out that she was a school teacher and taking one of her former pupils to one side to make sure he behaved.Her family all giggled and my mates laughed and pointed. We both blushed, and Mel grinned and waved at her cousin.The meal finished, it was time for the first dance and Dave and Mel took to the floor. Next the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. I stood and held my hand out to Jo and she stood.I pulled her close and she reciprocated holding me close and we moved slowly to Mel's favorite love song, 'Wonderful tonight' by Eric Clapton. After a few moments Jo was resting her head on my shoulder.At the end of that song, a second equally slushy one came on and the rest of the guests were invited to join in. After that one the music speeded up somewhat and most of us took to our seats.Most of the ladies disappeared to change out of their long dresses, and Mel was one of the first back, looking gorgeous as you would expect a bride to look on her wedding day. She was soon joined by my mate, her new husband Dave."Terry Darling," she kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you so much for putting up with the Mickey taking and still looking after Jo for us." She looked back over her shoulder turned back to me and began to whisper, "She won't admit it but I think she has a bit of a thing for you; asked about you at the stag and hen after she saw you checking her out, think she was rather put out that you didn't come and talk to her. She never stops asking things about you, seemed most pleased when I said you'd recently broken up with that slapper friend of mine.""Keeps asking me stuff mate," said Dave, "only this morning she asked if you 'really' didn't have someone coming this evening.""Really?" I said, "I wasn't getting that impression.""You wait," whispered Mel, "I told her you have a thing for cleavages, curves, short skirts and long legs; if you remember her from school you'll know that she doesn't like to show off the curves and the lady lumps. She had to learn to walk in heels for today and, Oh yes, and I told her your favorite color is green - not a color she likes by the way; why don't we see what she comes down; Ah, now will you just look;"I turned round; with one hand on her hip and the other on the handrail she was carefully walking down stairs; shit but she looked fucking hot. She was wearing a tight, plunging, form fitting dress in dark green that fitted her every curve, and the heels she wore made her legs look twice as long. She stalked across to the three of us."Evening Mel," she kissed her cousins cheek and looked me up and down."Looking good Jo," Mel said."Feeling' good Mel." Jo looked at me again."Ah," breathed Mel, "My work here is done, almost;" and grinning walked with Dave, to circulate with more of the guests."Can I get you a drink, Jo?" I asked."Champagne," she said, adding, "please." I made for the bar and got two glasses bringing them over, by the time I got back another groomsman had taken her away to dance, and why not; she looked fucking devastating. Ah well, perhaps not.The dancing continued and I danced with some more girls, including Mel."Every time you dance with another girl, Jo makes evil eyes at them; Terry," she said turning us slightly and she waved at Jo stood at the bar talking to family, "She is so into you, mate!" She gave me a little shake."I'm not convinced," I said, "at the rehearsal she was talking to me like I was just out of 10th year.""That's just Jo," she said shaking me ag

A young man, in praise of the older woman, well two actually. A 3-part series.By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.My Virginity Therapist.I can't say that my schooling was exceptional, over and above some reasonable exam results I did Okay and wasn't in too much shit with either teachers or other pupils. I had a couple of girlfriends, none of which went past the making out in the park after school.I went to college, on the basis of those results I got a good job in Engineering which would sponsor me through University and after a few years was looking for the right girl, or at least the wrong girl in the right place.Don't get me wrong, I was no stud but I'd had a fantastic introduction to sex. Like all the best porn films I'd been led astray by an older woman. During my second year at University I couldn't get a place in the halls of residence and hadn't been able to get cheap rooms on campus and had to go out and rent a room. I was put on to a family member that lived on the outskirts of town, some way off from my University but my landlady worked in town and would drop me off as often as possible.My landlady Amy was in late forties, extremely attractive, positive and vivacious and was nursing her husband Tom who was in the last stages of Parkinson's. Her husband was ten or more years older than her, and had been a high level non-medical manager in the health service who'd gradually succumbed to his illness. I'd met them a couple of times at family parties and weddings and the like but didn't know them that well.Husband Tom was a 'work-hard play hard' type of guy that 'lived life in top gear' or at least gave that impression and liked to show off about his latest golf club, new running shoes and male menopause car, and my Dad confessed that he'd never liked him that much and he'd always seemed a bit 'up himself considering he was just a pushy clerk' but we were all saddened to learn of his illness.Working with medics and knowing that his prognosis for Parkinson's was not good, when he reached a certain point in his condition he'd requested that he could stop eating and drinking, . While his doctors had said that he probably had a couple of years of 'quite reasonable' health he wanted none of it and could not, would not be 'a healthy brain trapped in a twitching, twisted, helpless, dribbling, doubly incontinent body slowly shutting down'.And so with a wildly twitching head and hand he searched the internet on his laptop computer and impressed with what he found, he concentrated as hard as he could to read what was on the screen. It was simple, he decided he would decline food and drink.He asked Amy for his favorite meal that he could still manage and she went to their regular Indian restaurant and remembering him and his sad decline they cooked him a special chicken biryani along with all of his favorite sides.She propped him up in his bed and gave him his tablets, and he took them with his beer. They laughed and joked and he reminded her of their life together. She shed a few tears and he said that with her support, this was to be his final meal and his final drink, and that by his best guess his life should end in a week to ten days.Having watched her wonderful, bright, active husband become this bed-bound twitching wreck had broken her heart and she wasn't sure that she could watch him undertake this final journey and said so.Huge tears slipped down his face and that was enough. When the nurse came to help with his bed time routine he announced his decision. The nurse said that she would have to tell the doctor, but they helped him upstairs and into his own bed where he'd asked that he could spend his final days. His doctor called around the next morning and he knew his patient well; after some pointless discussion he agreed and contacted his staff to that effect.That was that; when the dehydration began to cause him pain, the district nurses put him on to morphine and after 15 long days he finally slipped away.I arrived ten days after his death and a week before his funeral. Amy was a first or second cousin of my Mum - extended family - and much as my Mum had said that I should give everyone time to get over the death and not move in until after, perhaps sleep on a mate's floor or a local B&B. Amy said that I was most welcome and would help to take everyone's minds off of the next few days so I moved in.Amy was curvy and sexy but amazingly sad. I made myself as useful as I could, loading the washing machine, packing the dishwasher, vacuuming etc. I made tea and coffee and tried to help seeing as both of her children were due back from University for their father's funeral, both Tom and Amy had insisted that they should continue studying.They came home the night before and I offered to move out of the spare room to give everyone time to grieve, but none of them would have it. On the day of the funeral I got up at six and threw myself into whatever needed doing, including making breakfast toast, gallons of tea and coffee, greeting the caterers, the funeral directors, mourners and generally making myself indispensable. Being close but not too close the funeral director kind of used me as the sensible family member that could be relied on not to break down in tears."You're a treasure Terry," Amy said on that and so many other occasions.The funeral was one of those 'celebrations of life' and I saw many of my relatives, including my Mum and Dad attending the crematorium and listening to the funnies that Tom's brother Hugh told of his older brother. It was upbeat, sweet but dreadful to the point of cringingly painful and Hugh was trying just too hard. It made the final closing of the curtain all the worse and Amy, the two grown up children, Tom's widowed mother and even comedian Hugh lost it as they slid shut.There was a large wake afterwards in a local pub, and being the only sober one, I drove my landlady and her two children home, all three the worse for the booze they'd put away on that happy, awful day.Amy's children went back to their universities and life carried on; never for one moment was there a suggestion anything at all 'naughty', sorry. We never passed on the upstairs landing with her in a filmy, flimsy see-through negligee, I never saw her in her underwear in the kitchen, had my own bathroom so there was none of that bumping into each other in the mornings.However, she had phone calls from both of her children and seemed very upset one evening during my third month there. It turned out it was his birthday and then a few days after, her silver wedding anniversary and she was of course very upset. I was supportive and despite homework just stayed with her the whole evening.At a little after ten she said I should go to bed, as I had to be up early and I kissed her hand and left. I woke up at about one o'clock to Amy getting into bed with me."I just; I just want; need to hold your hand Terry," she stumbled in her tears, "can I sleep in your bed tonight?""Of course," I said, throwing my duvet back and seeing her in her cotton Pejays. Fortunately for me I was wearing boxer shorts, something I always did when not at home, and she slid into my double bed. We lay together in silence and we reached out for each-others hands, she giving mine a gentle squeeze and a whispered 'thanks Terry.'I woke at six to find the duvet pushed off of her and Amy lying with one arm across my bare chest, and in the pale early light coming through a gap in the curtain I could see one of her boobs down the gap of her Pejay top. Similarly, the stretchy trousers had slid down just enough for me to be able to see the rise or her bottom and the beginning of her buttock cleft.I had a late tutorial that day, so was in no rush to get up. Unfortunately that didn't apply to my cock and I could feel it straining against my shorts. I desperately hoped I could get out of bed without her seeing. My bedroom was quite small and my bed pushed against the wall so technically I would need to climb over her if I wanted to get up first.So I closed my eyes and hoped that I could drift off to sleep and that she'd get up before me. I did sleep for a while stirring when Amy woke up and but obviously not enough to fully realize where she was.Her hand slid down my chest, over my stomach and stopping just above the waistband of my shorts, and touching the top of my erection."Hmm;" she said sleepily and with some contentment. She stroked her hand along the length of my rock hard cock making it even harder!I felt Amy's hand whipped away from my groin as she obviously realized where she was and who she was with. I thought she'd get up and leave, but instead she must have been doing what I'd done a few minutes before and was ogling my body and cock as it strained against the elastic of my boxers.I left her to it, and after it was obvious I wasn't going to get a repeat performance I 'woke up' and she grinned at me,"Thanks Terry," she said pecking me on the cheek, "I slept like a log; I'll go and get some tea." She got up, pulling up her trousers, the shape of her lovely buttocks momentarily clear through the thin worn cotton; she did have a lovely bum, no two ways about it.This was recreated the next night only this time she came in with two mugs of tea, and asked if she could hold my hand again. The Pejays from the night before had changed to a loose vest top over an unrestricted bosom, and clingy shorts and I appreciated the change. She leaned forward to put down the two tea cups and I could see straight down her top at her still full breasts and they looked great.We lay there and chatted easily about Uni and what I wanted to do afterwards, and then she talked about her hopes for her children and the future. Eventually, she turned out the light and we lay back just holding hands. I was dead nervous.Like randy twenty year old virgins of my age I was a prolific masturbator and fantasist, but here I was terrified. In the shower that morning I'd pulled myself off just thinking about her stroking my cock for that brief moment and her wonderful arse I'd all but seen, and my orgasm was almost painful, spitting my youthful semen against the glass wall of the shower stall.Amy was more than twice my age, gorgeous, and a distant relative and I lay there holding her hand and trying not to get an erection, which was of course precisely what happened.I eventually managed to drift off to sleep, but came round at about two to find that I had rolled to one side and that Amy had backed up into me so we were spooning, and somehow my right arm was now across her waist and she was holding it to her flat stomach - under her T-shirt - with my thumb just brushing the underside of her boobs.I so wanted to extend my thumb to touch her breasts; just once, just so I could kid myself that I'd touched real ones which would then inform my masturbation fantasies. Of course my cock swelled just at this thought and the beautiful half naked woman I was holding on to. I tried to get back to sleep, and thought getting my hand back and rolling to the other side, because I'd moved so far away from her I didn't have room, so I was pretty much stuck; what's worse my throbbing cock was bound to touch her at some stage if I stayed as I was.To make it worse, she must have felt me move, or tense up or something because she sighed and moved back into the space I'd just made and rubbed her bottom against my erection and I could feel her wriggle until it was pushed between her buttocks; she gave a slightly stronger sigh, the tiniest wiggle, before taking my hand and pulling it up to lay on soft warm breast. To make matters worse she squeezed my hand with hers and I kneaded soft tit flesh for the first time. As I felt her nipple extend into my palm it was all I could do not to come in my pants there and then.I woke up a while later and my right arm was under me and starting to suffer pins and needles. I tried to get it out from under me, but I was feeling brave seeing as my other arm was still holding her breast. I managed to slide it out from under me, and in a strange wriggly maneuver I slid it up and under my pillow and her pillow, so it ran across her shoulder. Inspired by my own bravery I laid it across her and, more by luck than judgement, it went under her vest top and straight on to her other breast. I squeezed both and pulled her tight to me, and this elicited a further sigh and the addition of her other hand over my other hand, and further push against my now rock hard cock with her bottom. I fell back to sleep almost immediately not thinking how we'd explain this in the morning.When the morning came we were still snuggled up really closely and I was still holding her bare breasts under her T-shirt and she still had one arm across both my hands, with the other reaching back pushed through the waistband of my boxers and on to my thigh. Yes, my erection was pushing between her buttocks.It was obvious she was awake, and it took no time for her to push my hands against her boobs and gently stroke my thigh, her nipples hard again. She turned her still sleepy face back to me and smiled."Thank you again Terry," she again pushed my hands against her bare tits, "I slept like a log again," she rubbed her arse against my cock, "and it seems like you've woken up with one!" she giggled. She rolled over and I disentangled my hands from her boobs and vest top. She took my hand and rested it on her still bare midriff, and looked into my face. "I can't thank you enough Terry," she said dropping her eyes, "I don't think I've 'slept' properly in about five or six months. With Tom's last few months, he could only sleep in a hospital bed downstairs, then he insisted he wanted to go up to our room to die, and seeing as he was staff they let him." She choked up a bit and looked back at my face, "I actually tell people that I lost Tom about six months ago, as that was when he stopped being 'him';" she dropped her eyes, shook her head a bit and looked back at me again. "It was so lovely to actually be held by someone again, thank you Terry." She kissed my cheek tenderly and rested her forehead against mine. She rolled over and got up, her arse looked wonderful. "My turn for the tea and breakfast again Terry, what time do you have to be in college?""Usual time," I said pulling the duvet back over my erection. I'm sure she noticed."Well you jump in the shower Darling, and I'll do breakfast." In the shower I lasted about half a dozen strokes before I shot my come against the glass wall.We had a very relaxed breakfast of marmalade toast and tea, and I took her up on her offer of a lift to college even though I wasn't due in for nearly two hours. I sat in the refectory nursing a coffee and thinking about the last night. She was hot, sexy but as they say in the movies, 'just not that in to me'. I finished my coffee and headed off for my lecture.Would probably never happen again, and what the fuck if I did get a stiffy, she'd spent most of the previous evening rubbing herself against it already. I got a several handfuls of boob into bargain.It was Friday night and I got home to find that she had prepared a really nice meal, had taken the afternoon off to shop and prepare it in fact."Go up and shower and change Terry," she said, "I've prepared us something nice to celebrate the weekend." She was wearing a stretchy floral dress that clung to every wonderful feminine curve and looked so fucking hot it was unbelievable. I showered, and put on the smartest clothes I had. I was a student and not that well supplied with them after all. I went with my black 5 O 1's and a blue denim shirt that I buttoned up under a matching tie. I added a splash of aftershave. As I came into the room I noticed she had turned off the main lights going instead with candles."Look at you," she said, "all dressed up," I could see some red in her cheeks and she turned her back on me."Least I could do Amy," I replied, "have to apologize that I don't even come close to your sexy outfit;" I put my hand over my mouth; shit, I used the S word and that was the one thing we were both trying to avoid, or so it seemed to me."You look sexy as well Terry," she said turning to face me, "trust me!" She popped the top on a bottle of Asti and she poured us both a glass, next she reached into the oven and returned with two plates piled with steak, chips, and mushrooms, next the fridge revealed two plates of salad.She sat down opposite me, and raised her glass,"This is a toast just for me," she said looking to the ceiling, "to my wonderful late husband Tom on the occasion of our silver wedding anniversary, with who I never shared a cross word or deed and who I miss every day," I saw a single tear in her eye, "to you my Darling Tom-Tom, hoping heaven's golf courses never close and you can finally get your handicap below 13." She closed her puffy eyes and took a long draught of wine, draining it in one go.I tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up, and raise the mood just a bit. I stood,"To Amy's Tom," I said looking from the added height straight down the front of her dress at the black bra responsible for her great shape, "You must have been one hell of a guy. But playing off of a 13 with a wife as beautiful as this in love with you? You must be in heaven," I emptied my glass as well.It worked and she giggled, and topped up both of our wine glasses and I sat back down. We spent a very pleasant hour chatting and eating the splendid steak and chips. Amy asked if I could manage something else and said she had an Eton mess in the fridge. I stood up and got it from the fridge placing the large bowl between us and two smaller basins. She spooned out large portions and we tucked in with gusto.I love Eton mess above all other sweets, and it was wonderful, made with my favorite black cherries rather than strawberries. I ate my portion, then laughing Amy took another spoonful for herself then pushed the bowl over to me. And I finished it.She had already started to make coffee, so I began to scrape plates and load them in the dishwasher, along with all the cutlery and crockery we'd used that night.We headed back to the living room with a tray which I carried; we sat on the large sofa with and she turned to face me, knees drawn together and up on the cushion, she rested against the back of the sofa her head on her arm.I'd never been on a date before, and I'd drunk half a bottle of Asti Spuman te. I was slightly tipsy and because I'd never been on a date, I didn't realize I was on one. As the night drew on I noticed we were no longer talking about Tom, and it was more about me. She started to yawn and I stood and indicated that I was heading for my bed. She grinned and said she would follow a bit later."Goodnight Amy," I said, taking her hand and kissing it, "I had a wonderful evening, thank you so much.""You are most welcome Terry," she beamed at me.I headed for my bed with just the slightest wobble and I heard her chuckle. I got to bed and stripped out of my clothes and rolled into bed. I lay awake for a few moments wondering if Amy would come and join me again, but my long day and my great evening soon had me sound asleep.I felt the bed dip as she got in, and I rolled to my side lifting the duvet so she could take up the same spooning position we had the nights before. This time I wrapped both my arms around her and took hold of her great boobs and felt her bottom push against my groin. The message finally reached my Asti fuddled brain some moments later that she was naked, and so was I.I didn't have an erection, at least not when I fell asleep.When the late autumn sun started to creep through the curtains, I definitely did; mind you. Her soft skin felt wonderful against mine, and my cock was not flat against her buttocks or resting in the crease as it had done before but thrusting and pinched between her thighs and resting against her bare cunt. I flinched and she must have felt it."Good morning Terry," she crooned stretching, "you can't go putting that in me without a condom you know," she said, then after a pause, "Luckily I brought some with me." She turned around and disappeared under the covers, "Oh this looks lovely," she said, and next thing I felt her wriggle even further south and what I now know was her mouth as she closed it over my cock's knob.

A young man, in praise of the older woman, well two actually. A 3-part series.By Androgynous other. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.My Virginity Therapist.I can't say that my schooling was exceptional, over and above some reasonable exam results I did Okay and wasn't in too much shit with either teachers or other pupils. I had a couple of girlfriends, none of which went past the making out in the park after school.I went to college, on the basis of those results I got a good job in Engineering which would sponsor me through University and after a few years was looking for the right girl, or at least the wrong girl in the right place.Don't get me wrong, I was no stud but I'd had a fantastic introduction to sex. Like all the best porn films I'd been led astray by an older woman. During my second year at University I couldn't get a place in the halls of residence and hadn't been able to get cheap rooms on campus and had to go out and rent a room. I was put on to a family member that lived on the outskirts of town, some way off from my University but my landlady worked in town and would drop me off as often as possible.My landlady Amy was in late forties, extremely attractive, positive and vivacious and was nursing her husband Tom who was in the last stages of Parkinson's. Her husband was ten or more years older than her, and had been a high level non-medical manager in the health service who'd gradually succumbed to his illness. I'd met them a couple of times at family parties and weddings and the like but didn't know them that well.Husband Tom was a 'work-hard play hard' type of guy that 'lived life in top gear' or at least gave that impression and liked to show off about his latest golf club, new running shoes and male menopause car, and my Dad confessed that he'd never liked him that much and he'd always seemed a bit 'up himself considering he was just a pushy clerk' but we were all saddened to learn of his illness.Working with medics and knowing that his prognosis for Parkinson's was not good, when he reached a certain point in his condition he'd requested that he could stop eating and drinking, . While his doctors had said that he probably had a couple of years of 'quite reasonable' health he wanted none of it and could not, would not be 'a healthy brain trapped in a twitching, twisted, helpless, dribbling, doubly incontinent body slowly shutting down'.And so with a wildly twitching head and hand he searched the internet on his laptop computer and impressed with what he found, he concentrated as hard as he could to read what was on the screen. It was simple, he decided he would decline food and drink.He asked Amy for his favorite meal that he could still manage and she went to their regular Indian restaurant and remembering him and his sad decline they cooked him a special chicken biryani along with all of his favorite sides.She propped him up in his bed and gave him his tablets, and he took them with his beer. They laughed and joked and he reminded her of their life together. She shed a few tears and he said that with her support, this was to be his final meal and his final drink, and that by his best guess his life should end in a week to ten days.Having watched her wonderful, bright, active husband become this bed-bound twitching wreck had broken her heart and she wasn't sure that she could watch him undertake this final journey and said so.Huge tears slipped down his face and that was enough. When the nurse came to help with his bed time routine he announced his decision. The nurse said that she would have to tell the doctor, but they helped him upstairs and into his own bed where he'd asked that he could spend his final days. His doctor called around the next morning and he knew his patient well; after some pointless discussion he agreed and contacted his staff to that effect.That was that; when the dehydration began to cause him pain, the district nurses put him on to morphine and after 15 long days he finally slipped away.I arrived ten days after his death and a week before his funeral. Amy was a first or second cousin of my Mum - extended family - and much as my Mum had said that I should give everyone time to get over the death and not move in until after, perhaps sleep on a mate's floor or a local B&B. Amy said that I was most welcome and would help to take everyone's minds off of the next few days so I moved in.Amy was curvy and sexy but amazingly sad. I made myself as useful as I could, loading the washing machine, packing the dishwasher, vacuuming etc. I made tea and coffee and tried to help seeing as both of her children were due back from University for their father's funeral, both Tom and Amy had insisted that they should continue studying.They came home the night before and I offered to move out of the spare room to give everyone time to grieve, but none of them would have it. On the day of the funeral I got up at six and threw myself into whatever needed doing, including making breakfast toast, gallons of tea and coffee, greeting the caterers, the funeral directors, mourners and generally making myself indispensable. Being close but not too close the funeral director kind of used me as the sensible family member that could be relied on not to break down in tears."You're a treasure Terry," Amy said on that and so many other occasions.The funeral was one of those 'celebrations of life' and I saw many of my relatives, including my Mum and Dad attending the crematorium and listening to the funnies that Tom's brother Hugh told of his older brother. It was upbeat, sweet but dreadful to the point of cringingly painful and Hugh was trying just too hard. It made the final closing of the curtain all the worse and Amy, the two grown up children, Tom's widowed mother and even comedian Hugh lost it as they slid shut.There was a large wake afterwards in a local pub, and being the only sober one, I drove my landlady and her two children home, all three the worse for the booze they'd put away on that happy, awful day.Amy's children went back to their universities and life carried on; never for one moment was there a suggestion anything at all 'naughty', sorry. We never passed on the upstairs landing with her in a filmy, flimsy see-through negligee, I never saw her in her underwear in the kitchen, had my own bathroom so there was none of that bumping into each other in the mornings.However, she had phone calls from both of her children and seemed very upset one evening during my third month there. It turned out it was his birthday and then a few days after, her silver wedding anniversary and she was of course very upset. I was supportive and despite homework just stayed with her the whole evening.At a little after ten she said I should go to bed, as I had to be up early and I kissed her hand and left. I woke up at about one o'clock to Amy getting into bed with me."I just; I just want; need to hold your hand Terry," she stumbled in her tears, "can I sleep in your bed tonight?""Of course," I said, throwing my duvet back and seeing her in her cotton Pejays. Fortunately for me I was wearing boxer shorts, something I always did when not at home, and she slid into my double bed. We lay together in silence and we reached out for each-others hands, she giving mine a gentle squeeze and a whispered 'thanks Terry.'I woke at six to find the duvet pushed off of her and Amy lying with one arm across my bare chest, and in the pale early light coming through a gap in the curtain I could see one of her boobs down the gap of her Pejay top. Similarly, the stretchy trousers had slid down just enough for me to be able to see the rise or her bottom and the beginning of her buttock cleft.I had a late tutorial that day, so was in no rush to get up. Unfortunately that didn't apply to my cock and I could feel it straining against my shorts. I desperately hoped I could get out of bed without her seeing. My bedroom was quite small and my bed pushed against the wall so technically I would need to climb over her if I wanted to get up first.So I closed my eyes and hoped that I could drift off to sleep and that she'd get up before me. I did sleep for a while stirring when Amy woke up and but obviously not enough to fully realize where she was.Her hand slid down my chest, over my stomach and stopping just above the waistband of my shorts, and touching the top of my erection."Hmm;" she said sleepily and with some contentment. She stroked her hand along the length of my rock hard cock making it even harder!I felt Amy's hand whipped away from my groin as she obviously realized where she was and who she was with. I thought she'd get up and leave, but instead she must have been doing what I'd done a few minutes before and was ogling my body and cock as it strained against the elastic of my boxers.I left her to it, and after it was obvious I wasn't going to get a repeat performance I 'woke up' and she grinned at me,"Thanks Terry," she said pecking me on the cheek, "I slept like a log; I'll go and get some tea." She got up, pulling up her trousers, the shape of her lovely buttocks momentarily clear through the thin worn cotton; she did have a lovely bum, no two ways about it.This was recreated the next night only this time she came in with two mugs of tea, and asked if she could hold my hand again. The Pejays from the night before had changed to a loose vest top over an unrestricted bosom, and clingy shorts and I appreciated the change. She leaned forward to put down the two tea cups and I could see straight down her top at her still full breasts and they looked great.We lay there and chatted easily about Uni and what I wanted to do afterwards, and then she talked about her hopes for her children and the future. Eventually, she turned out the light and we lay back just holding hands. I was dead nervous.Like randy twenty year old virgins of my age I was a prolific masturbator and fantasist, but here I was terrified. In the shower that morning I'd pulled myself off just thinking about her stroking my cock for that brief moment and her wonderful arse I'd all but seen, and my orgasm was almost painful, spitting my youthful semen against the glass wall of the shower stall.Amy was more than twice my age, gorgeous, and a distant relative and I lay there holding her hand and trying not to get an erection, which was of course precisely what happened.I eventually managed to drift off to sleep, but came round at about two to find that I had rolled to one side and that Amy had backed up into me so we were spooning, and somehow my right arm was now across her waist and she was holding it to her flat stomach - under her T-shirt - with my thumb just brushing the underside of her boobs.I so wanted to extend my thumb to touch her breasts; just once, just so I could kid myself that I'd touched real ones which would then inform my masturbation fantasies. Of course my cock swelled just at this thought and the beautiful half naked woman I was holding on to. I tried to get back to sleep, and thought getting my hand back and rolling to the other side, because I'd moved so far away from her I didn't have room, so I was pretty much stuck; what's worse my throbbing cock was bound to touch her at some stage if I stayed as I was.To make it worse, she must have felt me move, or tense up or something because she sighed and moved back into the space I'd just made and rubbed her bottom against my erection and I could feel her wriggle until it was pushed between her buttocks; she gave a slightly stronger sigh, the tiniest wiggle, before taking my hand and pulling it up to lay on soft warm breast. To make matters worse she squeezed my hand with hers and I kneaded soft tit flesh for the first time. As I felt her nipple extend into my palm it was all I could do not to come in my pants there and then.I woke up a while later and my right arm was under me and starting to suffer pins and needles. I tried to get it out from under me, but I was feeling brave seeing as my other arm was still holding her breast. I managed to slide it out from under me, and in a strange wriggly maneuver I slid it up and under my pillow and her pillow, so it ran across her shoulder. Inspired by my own bravery I laid it across her and, more by luck than judgement, it went under her vest top and straight on to her other breast. I squeezed both and pulled her tight to me, and this elicited a further sigh and the addition of her other hand over my other hand, and further push against my now rock hard cock with her bottom. I fell back to sleep almost immediately not thinking how we'd explain this in the morning.When the morning came we were still snuggled up really closely and I was still holding her bare breasts under her T-shirt and she still had one arm across both my hands, with the other reaching back pushed through the waistband of my boxers and on to my thigh. Yes, my erection was pushing between her buttocks.It was obvious she was awake, and it took no time for her to push my hands against her boobs and gently stroke my thigh, her nipples hard again. She turned her still sleepy face back to me and smiled."Thank you again Terry," she again pushed my hands against her bare tits, "I slept like a log again," she rubbed her arse against my cock, "and it seems like you've woken up with one!" she giggled. She rolled over and I disentangled my hands from her boobs and vest top. She took my hand and rested it on her still bare midriff, and looked into my face. "I can't thank you enough Terry," she said dropping her eyes, "I don't think I've 'slept' properly in about five or six months. With Tom's last few months, he could only sleep in a hospital bed downstairs, then he insisted he wanted to go up to our room to die, and seeing as he was staff they let him." She choked up a bit and looked back at my face, "I actually tell people that I lost Tom about six months ago, as that was when he stopped being 'him';" she dropped her eyes, shook her head a bit and looked back at me again. "It was so lovely to actually be held by someone again, thank you Terry." She kissed my cheek tenderly and rested her forehead against mine. She rolled over and got up, her arse looked wonderful. "My turn for the tea and breakfast again Terry, what time do you have to be in college?""Usual time," I said pulling the duvet back over my erection. I'm sure she noticed."Well you jump in the shower Darling, and I'll do breakfast." In the shower I lasted about half a dozen strokes before I shot my come against the glass wall.We had a very relaxed breakfast of marmalade toast and tea, and I took her up on her offer of a lift to college even though I wasn't due in for nearly two hours. I sat in the refectory nursing a coffee and thinking about the last night. She was hot, sexy but as they say in the movies, 'just not that in to me'. I finished my coffee and headed off for my lecture.Would probably never happen again, and what the fuck if I did get a stiffy, she'd spent most of the previous evening rubbing herself against it already. I got a several handfuls of boob into bargain.It was Friday night and I got home to find that she had prepared a really nice meal, had taken the afternoon off to shop and prepare it in fact."Go up and shower and change Terry," she said, "I've prepared us something nice to celebrate the weekend." She was wearing a stretchy floral dress that clung to every wonderful feminine curve and looked so fucking hot it was unbelievable. I showered, and put on the smartest clothes I had. I was a student and not that well supplied with them after all. I went with my black 5 O 1's and a blue denim shirt that I buttoned up under a matching tie. I added a splash of aftershave. As I came into the room I noticed she had turned off the main lights going instead with candles."Look at you," she said, "all dressed up," I could see some red in her cheeks and she turned her back on me."Least I could do Amy," I replied, "have to apologize that I don't even come close to your sexy outfit;" I put my hand over my mouth; shit, I used the S word and that was the one thing we were both trying to avoid, or so it seemed to me."You look sexy as well Terry," she said turning to face me, "trust me!" She popped the top on a bottle of Asti and she poured us both a glass, next she reached into the oven and returned with two plates piled with steak, chips, and mushrooms, next the fridge revealed two plates of salad.She sat down opposite me, and raised her glass,"This is a toast just for me," she said looking to the ceiling, "to my wonderful late husband Tom on the occasion of our silver wedding anniversary, with who I never shared a cross word or deed and who I miss every day," I saw a single tear in her eye, "to you my Darling Tom-Tom, hoping heaven's golf courses never close and you can finally get your handicap below 13." She closed her puffy eyes and took a long draught of wine, draining it in one go.I tried desperately to think of something to cheer her up, and raise the mood just a bit. I stood,"To Amy's Tom," I said looking from the added height straight down the front of her dress at the black bra responsible for her great shape, "You must have been one hell of a guy. But playing off of a 13 with a wife as beautiful as this in love with you? You must be in heaven," I emptied my glass as well.It worked and she giggled, and topped up both of our wine glasses and I sat back down. We spent a very pleasant hour chatting and eating the splendid steak and chips. Amy asked if I could manage something else and said she had an Eton mess in the fridge. I stood up and got it from the fridge placing the large bowl between us and two smaller basins. She spooned out large portions and we tucked in with gusto.I love Eton mess above all other sweets, and it was wonderful, made with my favorite black cherries rather than strawberries. I ate my portion, then laughing Amy took another spoonful for herself then pushed the bowl over to me. And I finished it.She had already started to make coffee, so I began to scrape plates and load them in the dishwasher, along with all the cutlery and crockery we'd used that night.We headed back to the living room with a tray which I carried; we sat on the large sofa with and she turned to face me, knees drawn together and up on the cushion, she rested against the back of the sofa her head on her arm.I'd never been on a date before, and I'd drunk half a bottle of Asti Spuman te. I was slightly tipsy and because I'd never been on a date, I didn't realize I was on one. As the night drew on I noticed we were no longer talking about Tom, and it was more about me. She started to yawn and I stood and indicated that I was heading for my bed. She grinned and said she would follow a bit later."Goodnight Amy," I said, taking her hand and kissing it, "I had a wonderful evening, thank you so much.""You are most welcome Terry," she beamed at me.I headed for my bed with just the slightest wobble and I heard her chuckle. I got to bed and stripped out of my clothes and rolled into bed. I lay awake for a few moments wondering if Amy would come and join me again, but my long day and my great evening soon had me sound asleep.I felt the bed dip as she got in, and I rolled to my side lifting the duvet so she could take up the same spooning position we had the nights before. This time I wrapped both my arms around her and took hold of her great boobs and felt her bottom push against my groin. The message finally reached my Asti fuddled brain some moments later that she was naked, and so was I.I didn't have an erection, at least not when I fell asleep.When the late autumn sun started to creep through the curtains, I definitely did; mind you. Her soft skin felt wonderful against mine, and my cock was not flat against her buttocks or resting in the crease as it had done before but thrusting and pinched between her thighs and resting against her bare cunt. I flinched and she must have felt it."Good morning Terry," she crooned stretching, "you can't go putting that in me without a condom you know," she said, then after a pause, "Luckily I brought some with me." She turned around and disappeared under the covers, "Oh this looks lovely," she said, and next thing I felt her wriggle even further south and what I now know was her mouth as she closed it over my cock's knob.

In this episode, Craig marks the 40th anniversary of The Replacements' iconic album Let It Be. He explores how the 1984 release broke new ground for alternative rock, blending punk energy with heartfelt introspection. Craig discusses the album's enduring influence, with tracks like "I Will Dare" and "Unsatisfied" showcasing the band's raw emotion and rebellious spirit. As he reflects on its lasting impact, Craig highlights how Let It Be remains a touchstone for both fans and musicians, cementing The Replacements' legacy as pioneers of the indie rock scene.Shawn shifts the focus to one of his favorite albums from the last 20 years, Bon Iver's For Emma, Forever Ago. He dives into the emotional depth and haunting beauty of Justin Vernon's debut, discussing how its sparse production and introspective lyrics created a sound that resonated with listeners on a deeply personal level. Shawn explores how For Emma helped redefine the indie folk genre, influencing a generation of artists with its raw vulnerability and atmospheric soundscapes.Together, Craig and Shawn explore the power of these two transformative albums—one celebrating a legacy and the other shaping a new era of music. Whether you're a fan of raw, heart-on-sleeve rock or intimate, soulful folk, this episode is a celebration of the timeless music that continues to inspire.

In 1984, The Replacements were gaining a reputation as fun live punk band, always delivering loud, raucous tunes with setlists full of covers and aggressive originals. They intentionally thwarted management's efforts to get them on bigger labels by sabotaging shows they knew record company reps would be attending. The Minneapolis quartet of Paul Westerberg on vocals, Bob Stinson on guitar, Tommy Stinson on bass and Chris Mars on drums carved out a loyal following and had begun to win over fans around the country thanks to opening for REM. But Westerberg's songwriting, especially his lyrics, were too strong to be for only those moshing around through a drunken haze. With Let It Be, the band explores more personal themes (Unsatisfied, Answering Machine, Androgynous) and captured more melody than they had previously. They still had plenty of straight ahead punk songs (We're Comin' Out, Tommy Got His Tonsils Out, Gary's Got A Boner) but also tried to empathize with those who might not understand the world around them and how to relate (Sixteen Blue). Westerberg's lyrics are personal and poignant and still resonate to this day. Plus, there's a KISS cover song on the album so what's not to like? We didn't find this record until later in life but if you're unfamiliar, I think you'll like a lot of what you hear as we delve into deep topics we don't always weigh in on thanks to this punk classic. Ugly American Werewolf in London Website Ugly American Werewolf in London Store - Get your Wolf merch and use code 10OFF2023 to save 10%! Visit our sponsor RareVinyl.com and use the code UGLY to save 10%! Twitter Threads Instagram YouTube LInkTree www.pantheonpodcasts.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

In 1984, The Replacements were gaining a reputation as fun live punk band, always delivering loud, raucous tunes with setlists full of covers and aggressive originals. They intentionally thwarted management's efforts to get them on bigger labels by sabotaging shows they knew record company reps would be attending. The Minneapolis quartet of Paul Westerberg on vocals, Bob Stinson on guitar, Tommy Stinson on bass and Chris Mars on drums carved out a loyal following and had begun to win over fans around the country thanks to opening for REM. But Westerberg's songwriting, especially his lyrics, were too strong to be for only those moshing around through a drunken haze. With Let It Be, the band explores more personal themes (Unsatisfied, Answering Machine, Androgynous) and captured more melody than they had previously. They still had plenty of straight ahead punk songs (We're Comin' Out, Tommy Got His Tonsils Out, Gary's Got A Boner) but also tried to empathize with those who might not understand the world around them and how to relate (Sixteen Blue). Westerberg's lyrics are personal and poignant and still resonate to this day. Plus, there's a KISS cover song on the album so what's not to like? We didn't find this record until later in life but if you're unfamiliar, I think you'll like a lot of what you hear as we delve into deep topics we don't always weigh in on thanks to this punk classic. Ugly American Werewolf in London Website Ugly American Werewolf in London Store - Get your Wolf merch and use code 10OFF2023 to save 10%! Visit our sponsor RareVinyl.com and use the code UGLY to save 10%! Twitter Threads Instagram YouTube LInkTree www.pantheonpodcasts.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send us a Text Message.On this Episode, we welcome the remarkable Kary who has made waves on social media with their non-binary style inspiration! They share their personal journey of self discovery and embracing their nonbinary identity, including growing up in a Catholic environment as well as their experiences going to an all girls Catholic school. We delve into their experiences working for Urban Outfitters and the incredible recognition their work has received, including features on Teen Vogue, The New York Times and even the hit show White Lotus! Tune in for an inspiring conversation about identity, creativity and breaking boundaries in the fashion realm. Strap in for a great episode. Lez Be Honest with one another, and everyone welcome, Kary!!!! You can find me on:Personal Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lilkin_clark?igsh=NzI0ZzlyOGQwdTlw&utm_source=qrPodcast Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lezbehonestpodcastt?igsh=MWt1aGhpaXpxcWcwNA%3D%3D&utm_source=qrThank you for supporting! If you like the episode, don't be hesitant to give it a rating. I appreciate all the love

Liberals utilize talking points in pursuit of fixed objectives; conservatives utilize ever-changing objective in pursuit of cheap talking points. I offer several examples of this through the prism of primary results, some aspects of school choice, and support for subsidizing the child-care cartel. Next, I tackle the discussion of a male boxer pummeling a female. Conservatives are outraged about the dangers of men in female sports, but many of them are missing the broader point. The problem with transgenderism isn't primarily males cosplaying females and certainly not primarily a sports problem. I use a comprehensive Gallup survey to prove how the entire gender confusion is rooted in the feminist androgynous culture that has destroyed femininity among women. This is why the problem is most pronounced by far in Gen Z and exponentially more among women than men. The results of this survey will surprise you. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Would you like to gain the Knowledge of the Chameleon? Just pay very close attention to this installment of Pervert Proverbs, which may well be one of the best ever. www.coolparents.co --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/cool-parents/support

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Nevada Shakespeare Festival's power couple, Matt and Heidi Morgan stop by to pump people up for their latest production of Titus Andronicus as well as possible confess a family murder... Matt tells a friends story from the early days of the Internet. Jacob remembers his brief time with the Nevada Shakespeare company. Jock Vs Nerd Trivia Price Is Skrite.

Welcome to a transformative episode of the Breakfast with Tiffany Show! Host Tiffany Rossdale delves deep into the world of gender pronouns and the significance of embracing diverse identities. Joining her is the remarkable Celia Sandhya Daniels, a pioneering entrepreneur, musician, and fervent non-binary advocate.In this enlightening conversation, we explore the historical usage of "they" in literature, tracing its presence in works by Agatha Christie and Shakespeare, revealing that the singular “they” pronoun has deep roots in our language. Celia shares her personal experiences, shedding light on the challenges faced by the transgender community, emphasizing the diverse spectrum of gender identities.The duo discusses the global perspective on gender diversity, touching on cultural nuances and legal considerations that shape the experiences of transgender individuals around the world. Celia offers invaluable insights into fostering inclusivity and understanding in workplaces, using the power of "they" pronouns as a means of breaking down stereotypes.Join the conversation as Tiffany and Celia challenge societal norms, break down stereotypes, and inspire positive change in the world of gender pronouns. This episode goes beyond the LGBTQ+ community—it's a call to everyone who believes in the power of diversity and strives to contribute to a more inclusive society.Tune in now for a thought-provoking and uplifting journey that celebrates the richness of human identity. This episode offers an engaging exploration filled with insights, laughter, and the joy of embracing our authentic selves. ---Celia Sandhya Daniels (She/They) is an entrepreneur, motivational speaker, D&I champion, blogger, composer, musician, photographer, hiker, and filmmaker. She currently resides in southern California with her family. She is an Asian Indian who identifies as gender non-binary, trans femme. Celia is a management consultant with over 20+ years of success in media, health care, and life science engagements for over 100 companies. Celia has received several awards, such as the 2019 Human Rights Campaign Equality Award for Outstanding Commitment and Service to the Community.You can follow or contact Celia below:Website: https://www.rebekon.com Support the showBreakfast With Tiffany Show Official Facebook Page ~ https://www.facebook.com/breakfastwithtiffanyshow Tiffany's Instagram Account ~ https://www.instagram.com/tiffanyrossdaleofficial/ For coaching sessions & programs with Tiffany, check out her official page ~ https://www.tiffanyrossdale.com Breakfast With Tiffany Show Youtube Channel ~ https://bit.ly/3vIVzhE Breakfast With Tiffany Show Official Page ~ https://www.tiffanyrossdale.com/podcast For questions, requests, collaborations and comments, feel free to reach us via our e-mail ~ breakfastwithtiffanyshow@outlook.com

Sweet dreams were made of ... this? Cows, cellos, and buzz cuts? Yes, back in the 80s, pop duo, Eurythmics, jolted out our senses with new wave, synth pop tunes and, thanks to Annie Lennox, music videos that challenged what a female pop star should look like. But now, decades later, are their videos more like 80s nightmares? The Old Roommates want to abuse you, but instead revisit "Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)" and "Here Comes the Rain Again" through their middle-aged lens. Listen to this.Old Roommates can be reached via email at oldroommatespod@gmail.com. Follow Old Roommates on Instagram and YouTube @OldRoommates for bonus content and please give us a rating or review!#Eurythmics #AnnieLennox #DaveStewart

Attention all you macaroni boys and genderful twinks! Asho joins Haley for a series of ads written by self-acclaimed androgynous lovers. Do you dream of tossing a salad with a cute “she-boy” or maintaining eye contact all the way “through”? Catch these ads before another 30 years passes! Follow Asho on Instagram at @Asho_Buckingham to view & purchase their incredible art!Listen to us on Spotify, Stitcher, Apple Podcast, or wherever you listen to your tunes!Interested in being on the show? Contact us at Q4QPodcast@gmail.com or find us on Twitter @Queerpersonals and Instagram @Queerpersonalspodcast.Cover art by Bekah Rich. Music by Kaz Zabala.Sources: Online Etymology Dictionary, accessed December 2023The Her app slang glossaryLGBTQ fandom Wiki pageMcNeil, Peter (1999-11-01). ""That Doubtful Gender": Macaroni Dress and Male Sexualities". Fashion Theory. 3 (4): 412. doi:10.2752/136270499779476081. ISSN 1362-704X. Fisher, Harriet (2015-01-19). "The Queen of Androgyny – Marlene Dietrich". Barnebys. Archived from the original on 2016-06-16. Retrieved 2016-05-22.Ads: LA Weekly (Los Angeles, CA) 1995 October 10 - Accessed from @LongLostPersonalsFocus Point (Minneapolis, Minnesota), 1994 November 17 Outweek (NYC) 12 Nov 1989Outweek (NYC) 11 July 1990The San Francisco Bay times., Nov 1989Support the show

Exciting appearance by Joe who knows absolutely nothing about college football, yet chooses to gamble on it. E discusses Texas football strengths and weaknesses. Of course, we have the Weekly Digest. Week 5 is almost here people.    As always, here's a link to follow Vince Smoke Productions picks throughout the season: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1V48WV-NzqUkG22Uq3HkqrYhvV6pXimCifWFuNEaXHu8/edit?usp=sharing

For this week, we have the wonderful Paulie Durig from Switzerland who will guide us into the world of holistic mental health coaching, share intimate personal stories, and talk of her thriving career in creating a production line called “Sacré”.  This is PART one of a three-part piece.~~~Paulie Durig in a nutshell: Professionally, Paulie is the founder of The Sacred Space Suisse (Est: 2019) where she provides holistic mental health coaching and guidance to individuals and organizations.  Personally, she is married and a stepmother to 3 kids. Two are 16-year-old twins and a boy at age 10. Prior to moving to Switzerland, Paulie worked in various BPO companies in leadership capacities in Training and Operations for Travel, Banking, Retail, and Shared Services. During their leisure time, Paulie enjoys cooking, hosting Lectures (book review) sessions, spending time in nature, and playing with their 1-year-old French bulldog named Max.At the moment, Paulie is hatching her personal anti-anxiety line of products (soap, body scrub, and body oil), called Sacré. These products are personally hand-made by her and will be made available in Asia by end-of-year.You can view Paulie's Professional full-length bio here:  https://www.linkedin.com/in/paulie-durig-chyp-169278269/ You can follow Paulie on the website and platforms below:The Sacred Space website: https://tinyurl.com/TheSacredSpaceCHFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/paulie.durig.1Instagram: @sacredspacesuisse Support the showBreakfast With Tiffany Show Official Facebook Page ~ https://www.facebook.com/breakfastwithtiffanyshow Tiffany's Instagram Account ~ https://www.instagram.com/tiffanyrossdaleofficial/ For coaching sessions & programs with Tiffany, check out her official page ~ https://www.tiffanyrossdale.com Breakfast With Tiffany Show Youtube Channel ~ https://bit.ly/3vIVzhE Breakfast With Tiffany Show Official Page ~ https://www.tiffanyrossdale.com/podcast For questions, requests, collaborations and comments, feel free to reach us via our e-mail ~ breakfastwithtiffanyshow@outlook.com

At sixteen years old, Jenn Levine sat in a room with her mother and was told by two doctors that she had an extra chromosome, and that because of that extra chromosome, she would never be able to have children. But that wasn't all: they also said that she shouldn't tell anyone about her "birth defect" because people wouldn't understand, and then closed out the conversation by saying "you'll probably never meet anybody else like you." What Jenn *wasn't* told that day was that she was intersex; that was something she wouldn't find out til over a decade later, when she herself undertook a years-long process of obtaining her hard copy medical records from that very appointment. Jenn describes the truly serpentine journey she went through to finally arrive at the point where she now definitively knows "I am not my diagnosis...I am an intersex woman." All this, plus Jenn kvells over the fact that she is living every Jewish woman's dream by being a bagel ambassador for Brooklyn's BagelFest!Follow Jenn everywhere at @jennlevine! Also, follow InterConnect on Instagram at @interconnect_support, and check out their website at interconnect.support to see all that they do! Lastly, if you'd like to join the L.A. LGBT Center's Club Intersex group, you can register at https://socialnet.lalgbtcenter.org/member-registration/. (Intersex-identified folks only, though - allies, check out InterConnect!)This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5207650/advertisement

Hey there space cadets!  Join the fellas for a life altering podcast.  We start off the podcast celebrating freedom and a Bud Light with Kid Rock.   Jason accidently insults the guitarist from O.A.R. while driving him in an Uber.  Chris hates a 10 year old.  We discuss why women don't like the "c" word and why they're wrong like usual.  Was Barack Obama our first gay president?  Did the elites or the Chinese burn down Maui with lasers?  We find out all the answers so tune in buttholes!

On Today's Episode…   In this empowering and celebratory video, I explore the intersectionality of identities and highlight the unique beauty and strength that comes from embracing Queerness from a deeply philosophical perspective. I also highlight the power of androgyny, presenting it to be the spirit of gatekeeping.   Identity is a complex tapestry that weaves together various aspects of who we are, including our race, ethnicity, and sexual orientation. In this video, I focus on the powerful force of androgyny, challenging negative narratives and highlighting the blessings and resilience within Queerness. I emphasize the importance of self-love, community support, and the power of embracing one's true self, despite societal pressures and discrimination.   This video is a celebration of diversity, promoting inclusivity, and fostering understanding. It aims to uplift and empower individuals who identify Queer, while also encouraging empathy and appreciation from those outside these communities.   Join me on this journey of self-discovery and acceptance as I highlight the blessings that come from embracing and celebrating the intersectionality of Queerness and Androgynous as Gatekeeping. Together, let's create a world where every individual feel seen, valued, and celebrated for who they are.   Don't forget to like, comment, and subscribe to my channel for more empowering content that celebrates diversity and promotes inclusivity. Let's spread love, understanding, and acceptance, one video at a time.   Together, we can make a positive difference and create a more inclusive world for all.     Let's Talk About Us!     LINKS:   Full Episode: https://youtu.be/0R7tfPdtXSo   ==============================================================================   Merch:   Uche's Merch: https://uches-merch.creator-spring.com   ==============================================================================   Socials:   Instagram: @uc_images https://www.instagram.com/uc_images/ @LetsTalkWithUche https://www.instagram.com/letstalkwithuche/   Facebook: @LTAUwithUche https://www.facebook.com/LTAUwithUche   Twitter: @LTAUwithUche https://twitter.com/LTAUwithUche   TikTok: @LTAUwithUche https://www.tiktok.com/@ltauwithuche?_t=8V5M407eHqY&_r=1   LinkedIn: @LTAUwithUche https://www.linkedin.com/in/ltauwithuche/   Email: letstalkwithuche@gmail.com   Anchor: https://anchor.fm/uche8   LinkTree: https://linktr.ee/LetsTalkAboutUsWithUche   Website: TheUche.com     ==============================================================================   PLEASE SUPPORT (Thank you):   PayPal: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/LTAUwithUche?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US   CashAPP:  $benjamin139922   Patreon (Thank you): https://patreon.com/user?u=84174215&utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=join_link   ==============================================================================   #Queer #LGBTQ #Androgyny #GateKeeping #Spirituality #Philosophy

Feminists have long held that God must be a woman, particularly because many of our ancestors lived in matriarchal communities. The atheistic non-faith of progressive activists suggests, with sacrilegious intention, that God is either dead or a combination of both male and female, i.e., androgynous. Traditionalists say God is a man. All of these views fundamentally misunderstand the nature of the universal hermaphrodite, however, believing that IT is something of gender or sex. God could not be anything further from this delusional perversion of the esoteric. By male and female it is to be understood that God is THE ALL. Creation is thus the separation of ONE into MANY. When these ideas leave philosophy they can be used by zealots to horrid ends. Recently the Archbishop of York said that we should stop using the word ‘father' to refer to God, something liberal feminists agreed with, stating: “because Jesus called God ‘daddy', we think we have to call God ‘daddy'.” In contrast, conservative Christians criticised the Archbishop for taking his “cue from culture rather than scripture”. Both are incorrect. The fact is that we call God what is familiar to us and if we have poor relationships with women or men we refer to God as the opposite. It is no different than calling the ocean ‘she' or a car ‘her'. God's identity is largely determined today by tribal notions rather than universal notions of nature. The Jewish God is the best example of a deity with human attributes and emotional outbursts. God is MANY from ONE, and therefore GOD is HE, SHE, and IT, all at the same time, and yet none of these things likewise. God is only a hermaphrodite when men and women copulate as in the Yin-Yang or Yab-Yum.This show is part of the Spreaker Prime Network, if you are interested in advertising on this podcast, contact us at https://www.spreaker.com/show/5328407/advertisement

Ben tries to tell the difference between Indiana Jones fans and Neil Young fans.Ione tries to figure out why she isn't feeling upset.Watch the Ben and Georgia Maq's "Androgynous" video, directed by Ione, here:https://youtu.be/Qe_t_HNk16UListen to "Androgynous" here:https://open.spotify.com/album/16r1HPW86jKKefKeNFSmqX?si=CxN2nOuZStmqQmXj6N3NhA Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Being Androgynous & Being Masc (how women may respond)

hey lovers, today's show was a mashup of mine and your topics! #pageboy and #elliotpage, #pride is always, vulnerable feelings are tough but we act tougher, losing loved ones and some other goodies-plus ? I review Ted Lasso. xoxo Jess --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/jessica-wood61/message

0:00 Introduction 1:22 What was your perspective on the divorce conversation with Constantine? Did anything he said push you to re-evaluate your current stance? 8:28 With a non-violent stance (which I share), how do you see church security? To me, it seems to be suspicious of others and prioritizes the lives of believers. 14:41 Is it possible that Adam was not sexed before Eve was created? Thinking through how Adam renamed himself and wasn't "man" until woman was created. 20:18 How involved are supernatural forces in our daily lives? The ancient world recognized much more than we do. Is this important for believers today? 28:30 With all your research into the NT church, do you see any benefits to keeping church sizes intentionally smaller and more localized? 43:57 Given that circumcision was given as a sign of the covenant in Genesis 17, what does this say about women? Did God not make a OT covenant with them? 48:46 Age of accountability. Is this really a thing?? 53:59 Have you maintained a relationship with the Revoice people and what direction do you think it and the Side B movement is going? 1:00:53 Is it sinful for Christians to save money for retirement or other personal financial goals) in light of Scripture's commands to be generous/care for the poor? 1:07:26 I recently asked ChatGPT to make a biblical case for universalism and for eternal torment. Both were compelling. How might AI impact the future of theology? 1:11:55 Thoughts on churches like North Point hosting an LGBTQ conference with primarily affirming speakers, and Saddleback partnering with “The Reformation Project”? 1:17:58 Dino episode: Was God's creation imperfect if death existed before the fall of man? Did God create death? What about Romans 8 talking about creation groaning? 1:26:38 What do you think of rewards in Heaven? To me, it seems to imply inequality in Heaven. And Matt 20:1-16 could be seen as pushing back on it. If you've enjoyed this content, please subscribe to my channel! Support Theology in the Raw through Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/theologyintheraw Or you can support me directly through Venmo: @Preston-Sprinkle-1 Visit my personal website: https://www.prestonsprinkle.com For questions about faith, sexuality & gender: https://www.centerforfaith.com My Facebook public page: https://www.facebook.com/Preston-Spri... My Facebook private page: https://www.facebook.com/preston.spri... Twitter: @PrestonSprinkle Instagram: preston.sprinkle

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In this 1221st episode of Toronto Mike'd, Mike chats with Brad Roberts and Ellen Reid from Crash Test Dummies and the band's beginning, Superman's Song, Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm, Androgynous, Peter Pumpkinhead and more. Toronto Mike'd is proudly brought to you by Great Lakes Brewery, Palma Pasta, Ridley Funeral Home and Electronic Products Recycling Association.

Jordan and Brooke are joined by Caitlin Durante and Jamie Loftus (The Bechdel Cast) to discuss the biggest and best blockbuster of them all. Jimmy C's 1997 epic is one of the greatest love story ever told – but is it also secretly queer? We dive into filmmaker Celine Sciamma's love for this film's freeing subtext, Leo's androgynous look that awakened us all, Rose defying gender norms, Cal's campy villain performance, and gay icon Kathy Bates (aka the Unsinkable Molly Brown).Follow us on Twitter and IG! (And Jordan's Letterboxd / Brooke's Letterboxd)Follow The Bechdel Cast on Twitter and IG!This episode is sponsored by Super Yaki! Use code: SUPERQQ for 10% off

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Actor, writer, and longtime friend of Nicole's, Doug Plaut (Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt; Hurricane Bianca: From Russia with Hate), had what can only be described as a roughhhhh childhood. When Doug (they/he) began exhibiting non-heteronormative traits at an early age ("I was a four-year-old who loved Barbara Streisand"), his parents sought out medical intervention. By late high school, Doug had seen eleven psychiatrists, and been on a whopping *seventeen* different medications. Doug recounts his struggles with exercise bulimia, his hilarious/enviable desire to identify most as "a strange person who, like, lives in the woods," and the incredible 180 his father did in recent years. Also, his beautiful friendship with Charles Busch, and the life-changing production of The Sound of Music in which he and Nicole played von Trapp siblings!Follow Doug on Instagram at @dougplautperson and on Twitter at @DougPlaut.

What's the first thing that comes to mind when you think of "culture"? Androgynous pop star Boy George sing-asking if you really want to hurt him? The active ingredient in the yogurt that Jamie Lee Curtis shills for that makes you have to poop? The Canadian rapper who did the remix of Toto's "Africa" back in the late '00s? (If the third one really is the first thing that comes to your mind ... how? And why?) While all of those are solid answers, this week's episode of The Overlap Podcast will focus on organizational culture at our businesses - a topic that is much discussed within the business community but one that lacks a cohesive collective understanding for almost everyone - culture can be sleuthy and difficult to find, not unlike a karma chameleon. Our boys Sid and Keith will "Tumble 4 Ya" and discuss, dissect and disseminate the dilemma of defining and developing culture in an organization, including a top-notch example from Sid that you really have to listen to the episode to hear - and not just because we're #TeamNoSpoilers. The dialogue and banter in this week's offering is really just too good not to enjoy yourselves, even if our boys may fall short of fully being able to solve the Culture Conundrum in its entirety. But, to be fair, if they did, they wouldn't be able to keep bringing you awesome content week after week, so maybe it's for the best, right? Tune in and turn it up on this week's Overlap Podcast - and if we get over 50 shares across all of our social media sites this week, we'll make Sid and/or Keith dress up in full makeup like the aforementioned Boy George of the famous band Culture Club. How's that for a reward, you loyal friends of the show?

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