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A Cheated-on Halloween Spectre Dead husband returns for revenge on wife and lover. Based on a post by LitEro Cat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The thin curtain between the living and the dead realms is weakest on All Saints Eve. Wraiths like me begin to cross into the living domain at the stroke of local midnight, but at the 3AM. witching hour, the veil briefly ceases to exist. For one hour, we can easily cross both ways. At midnight on All Saints Day, the curtain becomes impenetrable and we are stuck on either side until the next Halloween. I'm here in my former bedroom in San Diego, to avenge my murder, by my not-so-loving wife, not merely to watch her sleeping naked with my former best friend. Dead exactly one year, I've had that long to practice my deathly powers. Our atoms are spread to a tenth of our former density which allows us to appear to fly and to pierce denser objects. The only real new power we have is to affect gravity at a tiny level. That is how I can pull the sheet off my wife and her lover. I can see and feel quite well, even hear, taste, and smell the fresh scent of sex from my bed. The taste of pheromone is strong, especially when I raise her leg and lick her pussy or his shrunken cock. He is still coated in their mixed cum, so she chose not to lick him clean, as usual. I spread her pussy lips and see his cum oozing out of her. So, she shaved her red bush for him. When I lick her clit, she stirs. "Oh Bill, I can't go again. Isn't twice in an hour enough for you?" I started moving his hand off her tit, which wakes him. I raise his dick and squeeze it, as I shove some dense air hard on his balls. Twice in an hour? I was lucky to get it twice a month. "Ow! Kim, there's no need to hurt me. I was asleep. Is that how you treated Ken after sex? No wonder he was always grumpy. Don't treat me like that, or you can end up like he did." "Are you seriously threatening me? You woke me by fingering my pussy and rubbing your cock against my ass." She rolled onto her back, knees up and apart, pussy spread and leaking, big tits sloping sideways to her pits. Her red hair formed a halo around her head. She was as beautiful as I remembered, and gave me an ecto-hard on; well we don't have blood to do it, so ectoplasm has to "fill in" for it. Did I mention that we have no use for clothes so we are naked and use ectoplasm to disguise that when needed? Today, it wasn't needed. My cock swelled bigger than in life, at the thought of eating her. As soon as she dozed off again, I drifted down from the ceiling, planted my face on her wet pussy, and lapped up some cream pie on my way to her clit. My tongue pushed her hood side-to-side until it presented her hard pearly glans. I sucked and nibbled it just as she liked. She gasped and her head shot hard left. A long groan escaped her as her chest, tits and neck flushed. I still had the skills. "Oh Bill, oh. I said no more tonight. I thought you hated cream pie. Ken used to nibble on my clit like that and eat his cum. I forgot how much I miss that. Bill?" Her bright green eyes squinted. Bill was lightly snoring. Angered, she straddled his face, pulled his jaw open and spread her wet pussy to let his spent cum fill his own mouth. His body spasmed and tried to force her off, but she gripped the back of his neck and held on. He had no choice but to swallow his salty cream. He sputtered; she laughed. Seeds of discontent planted, I floated away to look for my laptop. It was in its usual place. In my small desk drawer, sat my collection of flash drives including a new pack of three. I had to create a scalpel to cut open the pack then plugged a new one into the PC. With a delicate touch, I opened WordPerfect and began typing these notes. Once I get them to admit on my USB recorder who killed me and how, I can send that to the police and have my revenge. It's 8AM. and they are eating, naked, as I listen in. They are planning to attend a one-year ceremony for me. Watching my ex bustle around the kitchen makes her sweet ass jiggle, her tits dance, and two cocks stiffen. Bill swings her around to straddle his lap and slides her smoothly onto his cock. Though I hate her, I still crave her fucking awesome body. "Oh, you feel so good, deep inside me. Bill, how long have you practiced that move? I think the first time you pulled that on me, was four years ago, when Ken insisted we go to a carnival commando, all of us. He made the mistake of removing my panties in front of you; then flashing my bare pussy as proof. That was the first time I saw your cock too, when you guys both stripped in front of me. We laughed, but that was the start for us, wasn't it?" "Yes. I recall Ken squeezing my dick and passing it to you to stroke and watch it swell. At the carnival, both of us kept spinning you so your dress flew up and you flashed everyone around. We all laughed. It wasn't until later that night, in this very kitchen, that I pulled that move and impaled you on my cock the first time. Your dress settled on us and we both felt the sparks. Then Ken came in with some wine. You went for glasses, but the fool didn't know I had just claimed your snug pussy. He must have seen me stuffing my cock away, yet said nothing. I guess he trusted us." Four years? I was a fool. That's, that's when she started refusing me sex. So they were fucking for three years before my death. Maybe if I embarrass her enough, and make her blame Bill, I can get them arguing. That will be tough since she likes exposing herself, if she can't be blamed. Wait. Is that the mourning dress she's wearing? It's backless, low on top and high on bottom. At least it's black. It's a cocktail dress for seduction, hardly for mourning. No panties or bra, just a diamond pendant to draw attention to her shapely tits. It tapers at the waist, then has a wide zipper to the bottom. I can work with that. My ceremony was at a small church. The front entrance was across a creek with a 100-foot bridge over it. Parking was near the bridge, then we had to walk it, and everyone took a moment to absorb the quiet landscape. Ignoring the gossip about disrespecting me, they walked hand-in-hand to the bridge. She shook free and walked a step ahead of him; a pretense of respect. Once she was free of him, I acted. Before she reached the middle of the bridge, I lifted her skirt to her ribs exposing her sweet ass and wanton pussy to all our old friends. She fought the dress and scowled at Bill. When she straightened up, I pushed both narrow straps off her shoulders and down to her waist. Both luscious bouncy tits, capped with hard nipples, lit up in the bright sunshine. She squealed, bringing more attention to her beautiful tits. Then glared at Bill, who shrugged innocently. She turned to go back to the car, but Bill stopped her and reminded her how inappropriate it would be to miss her husband's ceremony. She was expected to praise me from a lectern. Her angry glare burned through Bill. He dropped back a few more steps, yet the back of her dress went up above her waist in the breeze I created. Bill had to choose whether to risk telling her. He chose to stay quiet and, with the others, watched her big round naked ass wiggle across the bridge. In the church, Bill wisely chose to sit in the first row, but across the aisle from where Kim sat. The minister came to Kim and clipped a small wireless microphone to her dress. Then he started a recording of the event, to give Kim later. Finally, he opened the meeting and said a few general words. Then he introduced Kim, my "grieving" wife. When she moved into the narrow aisle, I moved her hand behind her and unzipped her dress, then slid it off. With the dress on the floor, she stood naked except for her shoes. She gasped and froze, leaving her sexy, inappropriate ass exposed to everyone. She glanced at Bill who threw his hands up. The minister had a perfect full frontal view, and stood open-mouthed. Now she was finally embarrassed; not at being naked, but at believing that everyone thought She had deliberately stripped. After a long red-faced moment where the entire front row drooled over her big swinging tits, she bent, exposing her pussy and ass hole, as she exclaimed in a loud voice that She didn't do that and it was a cheap prank by her former friend, Bill. As soon as she touched her dress, I licked her pussy which made her squeak and fall on the floor face up and legs apart, facing the gathering and making a lovely spectacle. Dress in hand, big tits dancing, she stumbled to her feet then ran past the minister, to the rest room, while the congregation sat in stunned silence. I flew through the restroom door and stared at her confused face and beautiful naked body. She leaned against a wall and tried sorting things out. When she covered her face with both hands, I ran two ecto-fingers into her wet pussy with care. She gasped. When I rubbed her clit side-to-side and sucked it, she shouted my name. The little wireless microphone caught it. The gathering assumed that was in grief. Her eyes closed, her hands gripped the wall; she began gasping louder. I edged her toward a loud orgasm; she groaned when I stopped. Edging her again got her moaning and calling my name. Sweat ran down her naked body as she twisted and shouted a stream of obscenities until I reached her G spot and twisted another finger into her tight ass. "Oh, Yes, Yes, fuck me Ken. It must be you. Bill doesn't measure up to you. He doesn't know your tricks with my clit, or G-spot, or my ass. I forgot how much, Oh-Oh, I miss sex with you. I'm so sorry we killed you. It was Bill's idea to rub peanut oil in your Halloween mask before the party. Oh-Oh, fuck me harder. After you went into shock, I swapped your mask with a clean one. I'm so sorry! Please, Bill. Please Fuck me like I used to let you!" Someone was banging hard on the door. I leaned my head through it and saw it was Bill. It was time to share a new trick with her. I formed an ecto cock, a foot long. After licking her tasty twat, I pushed my new phantom cock fully into her and made it triple width so it rubbed her lower clit and her G spot together. Her eyes crossed. As she started to climax, I twisted my ecto-finger in her ass and gave her the most intense orgasm she ever had, one that she would never have again. The minister unlocked the door and he and Bill found her confused, rubbing her clit, and drooling on the floor. Bill helped her up and put her dress on her before carrying her out to the car. I rushed home and finished typing these notes and saved them to the flash drive before my murderers arrived. As they pulled into the driveway, I opened the garage door, pulled my bike off the hangers, and rode it past them and down the road. Since they couldn't see me, all they saw was a "living" bike pedal away on its own. I flew back inside quickly. When they approached the only kitchen entry, they found it blocked by all the canned goods from the open pantry. Kim screamed. Epilogue: She accused Bill of stripping her in front of the gathering; he denied it and could not convince her. They broke up that night. The next day, police arrested them both for my murder and conspiracy. The church recording and all the witnesses to the spontaneous confession gave probable cause. I decided to hang around longer than I intended. Since I missed my window to return to the land of the dead, I watched the trial, conviction, and start of their life sentences. While I'm stuck here with the living, I visit Kim in her prison cell and fuck her daily. She scares her Hispanic cellmate when she shudders and cums. The Latina is convinced it's voodoo. The doctor thinks she is epileptic and treats her with stupefying meds and restraints. On random days, during her lunch period, I strip her in front of the lesbian prisoners and guards, bend her over a table, and fuck her to shivering orgasms as they watch. She finishes her lunch naked. I won't say what I do to Bill, daily. Nor what the Sexual predators make sport of doing, after they saw him bent over bare-assed. It will be Halloween every day for her, until I cross back. Revenge is so sweet. Jan's Ghost Guest Pam wants her house back and haunts a housewarming. LitEro Cat Ghost Guest A month after buying a distressed house, then getting it into 'move-in' shape, we threw a housewarming party for friends and new neighbors. Everything was going smoothly that day, I even kept my weekly tennis outing that Saturday. On the way home, I picked up the Deli order and just needed to change into a casual party outfit, before the guests arrived. Arriving home ,I saw the drier had failed to dry the laundry, including my intended party wardrobe choice. So I left on my tennis outfit and helped Jake set out the beverages and snacks. Then the doorbell rang, and I greeted my first guests. The few neighbors who came, were less outgoing than I hoped. Jake invited coworkers their spouses, and his hunting buddies. I invited a few couples, too. They seemed to form their own groups, with shielded whisperings whenever they looked at me or my husband, Jake. I approached one whom I knew from work, Bev, and asked about the secrecy. "Well, Jan, you know; a notorious single woman died in this house. The agent must have told you." She hadn't. Bev filled me in; "Pam was in her forties, divorced, and had a reputation for sleeping around, yet she was bitter and miserable when she got sick. She died suddenly, and no one went to her funeral. She loved this house, especially her 'meditation' room, which you converted into your workout room. Thanks for the open invitation, but don't expect any more to come. Jake's den was her 'special guest' room where she 'entertained.' Some say she still haunts this place and they won't enter." "Isn't that silly, believing in ghosts?" I smirked. A glass slid across the buffet table and crashed on the floor, though no one was near the table. The crowd hushed and stared. "No worries.” I assured them all. “Someone must have bumped the table. Jake, would you clean that up?" House Tour. I continued to show the house. When I got to the meditation room, something swiftly unzipped and pulled my short tennis skirt to the floor. No one was near me. As I quickly fixed it and reached up to show pull bar on the Nautilus exercise machine, my crop top pulled off me with so much force, it pulled me off balance, then it flew across the room. Some guests trembled in fear, others simply smiled knowingly, and looked around. Before I let go of the pull bar, to fetch my top, my bra unclipped and flew across the room. As if baring my tits to my guests wasn't enough, something bonded my grip to the bar and held my arms straight up. Every man there tented his slacks. Still in denial, and refusing to be embarrassed, I begged, "Great gag. Who's doing this?" "Say what I say, or more punishment comes." came a hoarse voice in my ear. Startled, I looked around and shouted to empty air, "No. I won't say that. Who are you?" The crowd of about 15 people looked at me and stared at my dangling tits. Then, my mouth spoke Pam's words, "Everybody Join Me. Show Off Your Tits. Come Look At Mine And Feel Them." Two women then bared their tits, staring at me, entranced. Their men approached me and felt my tits. They pinched my nipples, shrugged, and walked away. When they approached the door, it slammed shut. No one could open it. Though my arms were still held up, Pam was more annoyed and pulled my skirt to the floor again. I shrieked and stood topless in my sheer thong. My guests began to understand my connection to Pam. The same two men circled me and examined my ass with their eyes and fingers as others felt panic rise. Pam finally released my grip, and I sat at the workout bench. The ghost named Pam then forced my arms down, made them unzip the men, and extract their stiff cocks. "Repeat for me, Pam ordered. Then I declared her words; “These Two Happily Married Men, And Others Of You, Frequented My Guest Room, And Tasted My Charms." Pam controlled my hands as I jerked the two men, as their wives and other guests watched. The men resisted, yet stepped out of their slacks as if in a trance, and felt up my flawless ass. When I strained to stop jerking the men, Pam whispered, "Still resisting? Okay." I was pressed onto my back, lying on the workout bench. I was Still stroking two big, stiff cocks, my thong got yanked, then started to slide down. When my minimal bush appeared, the two topless women gasped and rubbed themselves; their husbands smiled. The loss of my thong exposed my stiff clit. Seeing no harm in Pam's control, I began to enjoy showing off my body without shame. Several men moaned, including Jake. When the loss of the thong exposed my swollen labia, as the stretchy little cloth fell to my feet, I was deliciously naked in my housewarming, in front of my captive audience. To keep up appearances, I shouted, "Someone help. What's happening?" I wondered if they could see how wet I was. "We tried to warn you.” Bev said. “Pam was a vindictive bitch. She's not done with you yet." "Well, this is my house now and I make the rules." That may have been too much for Pam to accept. She whispered, "Really? Let's move to the weight bench and see." Against my will, Both my tits rose up as if pulled by my nipples, then dropped heavily. My mouth dropped with the sudden pain. Looking down, I saw my nipples being twisted and pinched though no one touched me. Something kicked my feet apart and spread my lips open for my guests. I felt a cold chill lick me, and then something unseen enter my pussy. It felt bigger than any cock I'd ever had in me. The pain matched the pleasure it gave. My clit shifted and jumped from its hood. I felt teeth scraping it. When my tits were squeezed and released, with my nipples twisting up tall and hard, I screamed out an ear-piercing climax. Hanging my gasping head, I fell to my knees and pulled the two cocks I still held; to my mouth. Already at the edge, my tongue lapping their cocks was enough to make both cum around and in my mouth. As I swallowed their cum, a chilly finger twisted into my ass. I came again and fell on my chest as the cold finger fucked my ass. I'm No stranger to anal, and that was still something wonderful and new. The two wives, already knowing their husbands had sought out Pam for casual sex, watched their men cum on me. Their fingers were quietly in their panties, jilling their pussies and rubbing their clits. They twisted their tall nipples and climaxed when their husbands did. Everyone watched the two women fully strip, then attack each other's husband expecting their stiffness to last longer after their release. Pam smiled knowing the town's secrets and seeing that one exposed. The icy finger left my ass; I sighed. Though I began believing, I said, "This is an elaborate trick. I still won't believe in ghosts." "Really? Explain This." Speaking Pam's words, I said, "No one has helped Jan arrange anything in this room, so no one knows what's in Jan's closet. Yet I do." The closet door swung open, revealing a box which fell open, off the high shelf. In it were several vibrators. One of them lifted up and moved to my hand. Still naked, cum covered, and several feet from anyone, I levitated a few feet. Turned to face the weight bench face down, I felt an angled pillow move under me. When I lay across it with my hips on it, I knew my bare ass was offered to all. With my legs pulled apart, my rear hole and special rear view of my swollen, wet pussy were clearly lit. I heard someone whisper, "Beautiful pussy." I sighed with pride. A spanking paddle flew out of the closet and slammed my ass hard on one cheek. Jake later told me my ass flushed bright red as I screamed. My arms were pinned so I had no defense against the hard whack on my other cheek. "Believe Me Now, Bitch?" "No!" "Now you're just being stubborn. Or are you starting to enjoy this? Can't have that." My sexy cheeks spread, my lusty pussy on display, Pam showed everyone my winking, crinkled hole. The vibrator in my hand flew up and twisted itself into my pussy before turning on. Another vibrator flew from the box and wormed its way into my ass before turning on. The paddle went high, then slapped one cheek hard before rising again and slapping the other. I groaned and climaxed again as if full of two, big cocks. Bev said, "Jan, give up. She will just continue to torture you until you do.” Give her what she demands. Then The fun will end." "OK. I believe you, Pam. Are you satisfied, bitch? Show yourself. What do you want?" In Pam's voice, "I want my home back. But I know I need someone to be my contact. If you refuse, then you must move out." I answered, "If you can live here peacefully with us, we can have fun together. May I have my clothes back?" "Not yet, Jan. Let's move to the new den." I flew off the bench and landed in front of my guests. Bev passed me a napkin to wipe the cum off my face. In the den, Pam spoke through me again, "My Queen bed took most of this room. This is where I fucked most of the men here, and went down with several women. Jan should know who her neighbors are." Jake flew up a few feet, threw up his arms, and his shirt flew off. The rest of his clothes flew off next and he was as naked as I was. Everything on his desk slid to the floor as Jake gently lay on his back there with his stiff cock pointing up. His knees came up with a grunt as his cock bent stiffly down. He moaned, "oh, so cold," as a misty image of a beautiful, shapely, greenish, young woman appeared above him with her cheeks sucking on his cock. Many terrified fingers pointed; Bev said, "That's her; that's Pam.” Another said; “I'd know her perfect tits and ass anywhere. Oops." Her secret was out. It was not to be the last. Pam pointed at Bev and in Pam's voice she said. "Yes, Bev and I were lovers. Jake here was one of my clients for several years, though Jan didn't know. I pushed him to buy my house from probate, so we could continue to fuck, with a provision. I wanted him and Jan to be my daily lovers and all my other clients to be welcome here in my bed. Jake agreed. Do you agree, Jan? Watch what I can make your husband do for me and in you." Jake lurched and grunted several times as he launched a fountain of cum into Pam's mouth and through her head. The plume of cum fell back through her and landed on his balls. "Bev, come lick this up. Jan, we await your decision." Pam was All smiles as Bev approached Jake, hungry for his cum, her clothes fell off with each step. By the time she spread his legs, she was tit-slinging naked in front of her neighbors, yet she didn't mind. She lifted his balls and began licking them clean, his shaft, his crown, and sucking the last of his cream from him. He was so thrilled with the intense warmth of her mouth, he came again, nearly filling her cheeks. I'd never seen my husband launch his cum like that, or Bev naked and hungry like that. When I approached, Bev was sharply bent over. I knelt behind her, spread her smooth cheeks and licked her wrinkled hole as my thumb pumped her pussy and spread her tangy juice around her anus. When I gently shifted her clit, she gifted me with a flood of her nectar. I fingered myself and mixed my juice with hers. The taste made me dizzy. She made Jake cum again and swallowed it all. I stood and settled my sex against her warm ass. Pam, still floating above them, rotated until her legs spread around me and I saw, then tasted her chilly, soaked pussy. Nearly as dense as when alive, I mumbled into her sweet-tasting pussy, "Yes, Yes. I accept. I want this pussy daily and I want all of you to feel free to visit us like this. We'll also have a monthly party for all of you. Thank you, Pam." Based on a post by LitEro Cat, for Literotica.
A Cheated-on Halloween Spectre Dead husband returns for revenge on wife and lover. Based on a post by LitEro Cat. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. The thin curtain between the living and the dead realms is weakest on All Saints Eve. Wraiths like me begin to cross into the living domain at the stroke of local midnight, but at the 3AM. witching hour, the veil briefly ceases to exist. For one hour, we can easily cross both ways. At midnight on All Saints Day, the curtain becomes impenetrable and we are stuck on either side until the next Halloween. I'm here in my former bedroom in San Diego, to avenge my murder, by my not-so-loving wife, not merely to watch her sleeping naked with my former best friend. Dead exactly one year, I've had that long to practice my deathly powers. Our atoms are spread to a tenth of our former density which allows us to appear to fly and to pierce denser objects. The only real new power we have is to affect gravity at a tiny level. That is how I can pull the sheet off my wife and her lover. I can see and feel quite well, even hear, taste, and smell the fresh scent of sex from my bed. The taste of pheromone is strong, especially when I raise her leg and lick her pussy or his shrunken cock. He is still coated in their mixed cum, so she chose not to lick him clean, as usual. I spread her pussy lips and see his cum oozing out of her. So, she shaved her red bush for him. When I lick her clit, she stirs. "Oh Bill, I can't go again. Isn't twice in an hour enough for you?" I started moving his hand off her tit, which wakes him. I raise his dick and squeeze it, as I shove some dense air hard on his balls. Twice in an hour? I was lucky to get it twice a month. "Ow! Kim, there's no need to hurt me. I was asleep. Is that how you treated Ken after sex? No wonder he was always grumpy. Don't treat me like that, or you can end up like he did." "Are you seriously threatening me? You woke me by fingering my pussy and rubbing your cock against my ass." She rolled onto her back, knees up and apart, pussy spread and leaking, big tits sloping sideways to her pits. Her red hair formed a halo around her head. She was as beautiful as I remembered, and gave me an ecto-hard on; well we don't have blood to do it, so ectoplasm has to "fill in" for it. Did I mention that we have no use for clothes so we are naked and use ectoplasm to disguise that when needed? Today, it wasn't needed. My cock swelled bigger than in life, at the thought of eating her. As soon as she dozed off again, I drifted down from the ceiling, planted my face on her wet pussy, and lapped up some cream pie on my way to her clit. My tongue pushed her hood side-to-side until it presented her hard pearly glans. I sucked and nibbled it just as she liked. She gasped and her head shot hard left. A long groan escaped her as her chest, tits and neck flushed. I still had the skills. "Oh Bill, oh. I said no more tonight. I thought you hated cream pie. Ken used to nibble on my clit like that and eat his cum. I forgot how much I miss that. Bill?" Her bright green eyes squinted. Bill was lightly snoring. Angered, she straddled his face, pulled his jaw open and spread her wet pussy to let his spent cum fill his own mouth. His body spasmed and tried to force her off, but she gripped the back of his neck and held on. He had no choice but to swallow his salty cream. He sputtered; she laughed. Seeds of discontent planted, I floated away to look for my laptop. It was in its usual place. In my small desk drawer, sat my collection of flash drives including a new pack of three. I had to create a scalpel to cut open the pack then plugged a new one into the PC. With a delicate touch, I opened WordPerfect and began typing these notes. Once I get them to admit on my USB recorder who killed me and how, I can send that to the police and have my revenge. It's 8AM. and they are eating, naked, as I listen in. They are planning to attend a one-year ceremony for me. Watching my ex bustle around the kitchen makes her sweet ass jiggle, her tits dance, and two cocks stiffen. Bill swings her around to straddle his lap and slides her smoothly onto his cock. Though I hate her, I still crave her fucking awesome body. "Oh, you feel so good, deep inside me. Bill, how long have you practiced that move? I think the first time you pulled that on me, was four years ago, when Ken insisted we go to a carnival commando, all of us. He made the mistake of removing my panties in front of you; then flashing my bare pussy as proof. That was the first time I saw your cock too, when you guys both stripped in front of me. We laughed, but that was the start for us, wasn't it?" "Yes. I recall Ken squeezing my dick and passing it to you to stroke and watch it swell. At the carnival, both of us kept spinning you so your dress flew up and you flashed everyone around. We all laughed. It wasn't until later that night, in this very kitchen, that I pulled that move and impaled you on my cock the first time. Your dress settled on us and we both felt the sparks. Then Ken came in with some wine. You went for glasses, but the fool didn't know I had just claimed your snug pussy. He must have seen me stuffing my cock away, yet said nothing. I guess he trusted us." Four years? I was a fool. That's, that's when she started refusing me sex. So they were fucking for three years before my death. Maybe if I embarrass her enough, and make her blame Bill, I can get them arguing. That will be tough since she likes exposing herself, if she can't be blamed. Wait. Is that the mourning dress she's wearing? It's backless, low on top and high on bottom. At least it's black. It's a cocktail dress for seduction, hardly for mourning. No panties or bra, just a diamond pendant to draw attention to her shapely tits. It tapers at the waist, then has a wide zipper to the bottom. I can work with that. My ceremony was at a small church. The front entrance was across a creek with a 100-foot bridge over it. Parking was near the bridge, then we had to walk it, and everyone took a moment to absorb the quiet landscape. Ignoring the gossip about disrespecting me, they walked hand-in-hand to the bridge. She shook free and walked a step ahead of him; a pretense of respect. Once she was free of him, I acted. Before she reached the middle of the bridge, I lifted her skirt to her ribs exposing her sweet ass and wanton pussy to all our old friends. She fought the dress and scowled at Bill. When she straightened up, I pushed both narrow straps off her shoulders and down to her waist. Both luscious bouncy tits, capped with hard nipples, lit up in the bright sunshine. She squealed, bringing more attention to her beautiful tits. Then glared at Bill, who shrugged innocently. She turned to go back to the car, but Bill stopped her and reminded her how inappropriate it would be to miss her husband's ceremony. She was expected to praise me from a lectern. Her angry glare burned through Bill. He dropped back a few more steps, yet the back of her dress went up above her waist in the breeze I created. Bill had to choose whether to risk telling her. He chose to stay quiet and, with the others, watched her big round naked ass wiggle across the bridge. In the church, Bill wisely chose to sit in the first row, but across the aisle from where Kim sat. The minister came to Kim and clipped a small wireless microphone to her dress. Then he started a recording of the event, to give Kim later. Finally, he opened the meeting and said a few general words. Then he introduced Kim, my "grieving" wife. When she moved into the narrow aisle, I moved her hand behind her and unzipped her dress, then slid it off. With the dress on the floor, she stood naked except for her shoes. She gasped and froze, leaving her sexy, inappropriate ass exposed to everyone. She glanced at Bill who threw his hands up. The minister had a perfect full frontal view, and stood open-mouthed. Now she was finally embarrassed; not at being naked, but at believing that everyone thought She had deliberately stripped. After a long red-faced moment where the entire front row drooled over her big swinging tits, she bent, exposing her pussy and ass hole, as she exclaimed in a loud voice that She didn't do that and it was a cheap prank by her former friend, Bill. As soon as she touched her dress, I licked her pussy which made her squeak and fall on the floor face up and legs apart, facing the gathering and making a lovely spectacle. Dress in hand, big tits dancing, she stumbled to her feet then ran past the minister, to the rest room, while the congregation sat in stunned silence. I flew through the restroom door and stared at her confused face and beautiful naked body. She leaned against a wall and tried sorting things out. When she covered her face with both hands, I ran two ecto-fingers into her wet pussy with care. She gasped. When I rubbed her clit side-to-side and sucked it, she shouted my name. The little wireless microphone caught it. The gathering assumed that was in grief. Her eyes closed, her hands gripped the wall; she began gasping louder. I edged her toward a loud orgasm; she groaned when I stopped. Edging her again got her moaning and calling my name. Sweat ran down her naked body as she twisted and shouted a stream of obscenities until I reached her G spot and twisted another finger into her tight ass. "Oh, Yes, Yes, fuck me Ken. It must be you. Bill doesn't measure up to you. He doesn't know your tricks with my clit, or G-spot, or my ass. I forgot how much, Oh-Oh, I miss sex with you. I'm so sorry we killed you. It was Bill's idea to rub peanut oil in your Halloween mask before the party. Oh-Oh, fuck me harder. After you went into shock, I swapped your mask with a clean one. I'm so sorry! Please, Bill. Please Fuck me like I used to let you!" Someone was banging hard on the door. I leaned my head through it and saw it was Bill. It was time to share a new trick with her. I formed an ecto cock, a foot long. After licking her tasty twat, I pushed my new phantom cock fully into her and made it triple width so it rubbed her lower clit and her G spot together. Her eyes crossed. As she started to climax, I twisted my ecto-finger in her ass and gave her the most intense orgasm she ever had, one that she would never have again. The minister unlocked the door and he and Bill found her confused, rubbing her clit, and drooling on the floor. Bill helped her up and put her dress on her before carrying her out to the car. I rushed home and finished typing these notes and saved them to the flash drive before my murderers arrived. As they pulled into the driveway, I opened the garage door, pulled my bike off the hangers, and rode it past them and down the road. Since they couldn't see me, all they saw was a "living" bike pedal away on its own. I flew back inside quickly. When they approached the only kitchen entry, they found it blocked by all the canned goods from the open pantry. Kim screamed. Epilogue: She accused Bill of stripping her in front of the gathering; he denied it and could not convince her. They broke up that night. The next day, police arrested them both for my murder and conspiracy. The church recording and all the witnesses to the spontaneous confession gave probable cause. I decided to hang around longer than I intended. Since I missed my window to return to the land of the dead, I watched the trial, conviction, and start of their life sentences. While I'm stuck here with the living, I visit Kim in her prison cell and fuck her daily. She scares her Hispanic cellmate when she shudders and cums. The Latina is convinced it's voodoo. The doctor thinks she is epileptic and treats her with stupefying meds and restraints. On random days, during her lunch period, I strip her in front of the lesbian prisoners and guards, bend her over a table, and fuck her to shivering orgasms as they watch. She finishes her lunch naked. I won't say what I do to Bill, daily. Nor what the Sexual predators make sport of doing, after they saw him bent over bare-assed. It will be Halloween every day for her, until I cross back. Revenge is so sweet. Jan's Ghost Guest Pam wants her house back and haunts a housewarming. LitEro Cat Ghost Guest A month after buying a distressed house, then getting it into 'move-in' shape, we threw a housewarming party for friends and new neighbors. Everything was going smoothly that day, I even kept my weekly tennis outing that Saturday. On the way home, I picked up the Deli order and just needed to change into a casual party outfit, before the guests arrived. Arriving home ,I saw the drier had failed to dry the laundry, including my intended party wardrobe choice. So I left on my tennis outfit and helped Jake set out the beverages and snacks. Then the doorbell rang, and I greeted my first guests. The few neighbors who came, were less outgoing than I hoped. Jake invited coworkers their spouses, and his hunting buddies. I invited a few couples, too. They seemed to form their own groups, with shielded whisperings whenever they looked at me or my husband, Jake. I approached one whom I knew from work, Bev, and asked about the secrecy. "Well, Jan, you know; a notorious single woman died in this house. The agent must have told you." She hadn't. Bev filled me in; "Pam was in her forties, divorced, and had a reputation for sleeping around, yet she was bitter and miserable when she got sick. She died suddenly, and no one went to her funeral. She loved this house, especially her 'meditation' room, which you converted into your workout room. Thanks for the open invitation, but don't expect any more to come. Jake's den was her 'special guest' room where she 'entertained.' Some say she still haunts this place and they won't enter." "Isn't that silly, believing in ghosts?" I smirked. A glass slid across the buffet table and crashed on the floor, though no one was near the table. The crowd hushed and stared. "No worries.” I assured them all. “Someone must have bumped the table. Jake, would you clean that up?" House Tour. I continued to show the house. When I got to the meditation room, something swiftly unzipped and pulled my short tennis skirt to the floor. No one was near me. As I quickly fixed it and reached up to show pull bar on the Nautilus exercise machine, my crop top pulled off me with so much force, it pulled me off balance, then it flew across the room. Some guests trembled in fear, others simply smiled knowingly, and looked around. Before I let go of the pull bar, to fetch my top, my bra unclipped and flew across the room. As if baring my tits to my guests wasn't enough, something bonded my grip to the bar and held my arms straight up. Every man there tented his slacks. Still in denial, and refusing to be embarrassed, I begged, "Great gag. Who's doing this?" "Say what I say, or more punishment comes." came a hoarse voice in my ear. Startled, I looked around and shouted to empty air, "No. I won't say that. Who are you?" The crowd of about 15 people looked at me and stared at my dangling tits. Then, my mouth spoke Pam's words, "Everybody Join Me. Show Off Your Tits. Come Look At Mine And Feel Them." Two women then bared their tits, staring at me, entranced. Their men approached me and felt my tits. They pinched my nipples, shrugged, and walked away. When they approached the door, it slammed shut. No one could open it. Though my arms were still held up, Pam was more annoyed and pulled my skirt to the floor again. I shrieked and stood topless in my sheer thong. My guests began to understand my connection to Pam. The same two men circled me and examined my ass with their eyes and fingers as others felt panic rise. Pam finally released my grip, and I sat at the workout bench. The ghost named Pam then forced my arms down, made them unzip the men, and extract their stiff cocks. "Repeat for me, Pam ordered. Then I declared her words; “These Two Happily Married Men, And Others Of You, Frequented My Guest Room, And Tasted My Charms." Pam controlled my hands as I jerked the two men, as their wives and other guests watched. The men resisted, yet stepped out of their slacks as if in a trance, and felt up my flawless ass. When I strained to stop jerking the men, Pam whispered, "Still resisting? Okay." I was pressed onto my back, lying on the workout bench. I was Still stroking two big, stiff cocks, my thong got yanked, then started to slide down. When my minimal bush appeared, the two topless women gasped and rubbed themselves; their husbands smiled. The loss of my thong exposed my stiff clit. Seeing no harm in Pam's control, I began to enjoy showing off my body without shame. Several men moaned, including Jake. When the loss of the thong exposed my swollen labia, as the stretchy little cloth fell to my feet, I was deliciously naked in my housewarming, in front of my captive audience. To keep up appearances, I shouted, "Someone help. What's happening?" I wondered if they could see how wet I was. "We tried to warn you.” Bev said. “Pam was a vindictive bitch. She's not done with you yet." "Well, this is my house now and I make the rules." That may have been too much for Pam to accept. She whispered, "Really? Let's move to the weight bench and see." Against my will, Both my tits rose up as if pulled by my nipples, then dropped heavily. My mouth dropped with the sudden pain. Looking down, I saw my nipples being twisted and pinched though no one touched me. Something kicked my feet apart and spread my lips open for my guests. I felt a cold chill lick me, and then something unseen enter my pussy. It felt bigger than any cock I'd ever had in me. The pain matched the pleasure it gave. My clit shifted and jumped from its hood. I felt teeth scraping it. When my tits were squeezed and released, with my nipples twisting up tall and hard, I screamed out an ear-piercing climax. Hanging my gasping head, I fell to my knees and pulled the two cocks I still held; to my mouth. Already at the edge, my tongue lapping their cocks was enough to make both cum around and in my mouth. As I swallowed their cum, a chilly finger twisted into my ass. I came again and fell on my chest as the cold finger fucked my ass. I'm No stranger to anal, and that was still something wonderful and new. The two wives, already knowing their husbands had sought out Pam for casual sex, watched their men cum on me. Their fingers were quietly in their panties, jilling their pussies and rubbing their clits. They twisted their tall nipples and climaxed when their husbands did. Everyone watched the two women fully strip, then attack each other's husband expecting their stiffness to last longer after their release. Pam smiled knowing the town's secrets and seeing that one exposed. The icy finger left my ass; I sighed. Though I began believing, I said, "This is an elaborate trick. I still won't believe in ghosts." "Really? Explain This." Speaking Pam's words, I said, "No one has helped Jan arrange anything in this room, so no one knows what's in Jan's closet. Yet I do." The closet door swung open, revealing a box which fell open, off the high shelf. In it were several vibrators. One of them lifted up and moved to my hand. Still naked, cum covered, and several feet from anyone, I levitated a few feet. Turned to face the weight bench face down, I felt an angled pillow move under me. When I lay across it with my hips on it, I knew my bare ass was offered to all. With my legs pulled apart, my rear hole and special rear view of my swollen, wet pussy were clearly lit. I heard someone whisper, "Beautiful pussy." I sighed with pride. A spanking paddle flew out of the closet and slammed my ass hard on one cheek. Jake later told me my ass flushed bright red as I screamed. My arms were pinned so I had no defense against the hard whack on my other cheek. "Believe Me Now, Bitch?" "No!" "Now you're just being stubborn. Or are you starting to enjoy this? Can't have that." My sexy cheeks spread, my lusty pussy on display, Pam showed everyone my winking, crinkled hole. The vibrator in my hand flew up and twisted itself into my pussy before turning on. Another vibrator flew from the box and wormed its way into my ass before turning on. The paddle went high, then slapped one cheek hard before rising again and slapping the other. I groaned and climaxed again as if full of two, big cocks. Bev said, "Jan, give up. She will just continue to torture you until you do.” Give her what she demands. Then The fun will end." "OK. I believe you, Pam. Are you satisfied, bitch? Show yourself. What do you want?" In Pam's voice, "I want my home back. But I know I need someone to be my contact. If you refuse, then you must move out." I answered, "If you can live here peacefully with us, we can have fun together. May I have my clothes back?" "Not yet, Jan. Let's move to the new den." I flew off the bench and landed in front of my guests. Bev passed me a napkin to wipe the cum off my face. In the den, Pam spoke through me again, "My Queen bed took most of this room. This is where I fucked most of the men here, and went down with several women. Jan should know who her neighbors are." Jake flew up a few feet, threw up his arms, and his shirt flew off. The rest of his clothes flew off next and he was as naked as I was. Everything on his desk slid to the floor as Jake gently lay on his back there with his stiff cock pointing up. His knees came up with a grunt as his cock bent stiffly down. He moaned, "oh, so cold," as a misty image of a beautiful, shapely, greenish, young woman appeared above him with her cheeks sucking on his cock. Many terrified fingers pointed; Bev said, "That's her; that's Pam.” Another said; “I'd know her perfect tits and ass anywhere. Oops." Her secret was out. It was not to be the last. Pam pointed at Bev and in Pam's voice she said. "Yes, Bev and I were lovers. Jake here was one of my clients for several years, though Jan didn't know. I pushed him to buy my house from probate, so we could continue to fuck, with a provision. I wanted him and Jan to be my daily lovers and all my other clients to be welcome here in my bed. Jake agreed. Do you agree, Jan? Watch what I can make your husband do for me and in you." Jake lurched and grunted several times as he launched a fountain of cum into Pam's mouth and through her head. The plume of cum fell back through her and landed on his balls. "Bev, come lick this up. Jan, we await your decision." Pam was All smiles as Bev approached Jake, hungry for his cum, her clothes fell off with each step. By the time she spread his legs, she was tit-slinging naked in front of her neighbors, yet she didn't mind. She lifted his balls and began licking them clean, his shaft, his crown, and sucking the last of his cream from him. He was so thrilled with the intense warmth of her mouth, he came again, nearly filling her cheeks. I'd never seen my husband launch his cum like that, or Bev naked and hungry like that. When I approached, Bev was sharply bent over. I knelt behind her, spread her smooth cheeks and licked her wrinkled hole as my thumb pumped her pussy and spread her tangy juice around her anus. When I gently shifted her clit, she gifted me with a flood of her nectar. I fingered myself and mixed my juice with hers. The taste made me dizzy. She made Jake cum again and swallowed it all. I stood and settled my sex against her warm ass. Pam, still floating above them, rotated until her legs spread around me and I saw, then tasted her chilly, soaked pussy. Nearly as dense as when alive, I mumbled into her sweet-tasting pussy, "Yes, Yes. I accept. I want this pussy daily and I want all of you to feel free to visit us like this. We'll also have a monthly party for all of you. Thank you, Pam." Based on a post by LitEro Cat, for Literotica.
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On a moonlit night, a king asks his seven sons what they would do under such a sky. While his elder sons give noble and practical answers, the youngest—Jagatala Pratapan—dares to dream beyond imagination. He speaks of ruling from a high throne with wives from the realms of Indra, Varuna, Agni, and the Nagas. Angered by what he sees as arrogance, the king banishes his son. But destiny has other plans.From a humble life as a shepherd under a witch's roof to marrying celestial daughters and fulfilling his bold vision, Jagatala Pratapan's journey proves that great dreams, though mocked at first, can shine brighter than the moon.✨ A magical and inspiring tale from Story Time With Ash Teacher, where imagination becomes reality
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China's top court has underscored the importance of protecting people's right to reputation in cyberspace, urging judges to take a firm stance against online misconduct among fan groups and to encourage rational support for celebrities.中国最高人民法院强调了保护公民网络名誉权的重要性，敦促法官对粉丝群体中的网络不当行为采取坚决立场，并鼓励理性追星。In a case disclosed on Monday, the Supreme People's Court highlighted chaotic online behavior such as verbal abuse, inciting conflict and spreading rumors within highly organized fan circles known as fanquan. The court said these erratic actions, which have triggered frequent public complaints, should be strictly addressed under the Civil Code.在周一披露的一起案件中，最高人民法院强调了在组织严密的粉丝圈（即“粉圈”）中存在的诸如辱骂、煽动冲突和散布谣言等网络乱象。法院表示，这些引发公众投诉的不规范行为应根据《民法典》予以严格处理。Fan circles are composed of devoted supporters who share information about their idols and voluntarily contribute time, money and skills to boost the popularity of performers, typically pop stars or actors.粉丝圈由忠实的粉丝组成，他们分享偶像的信息，并自愿贡献时间、金钱和技能来提升艺人（通常是流行歌星或演员）的知名度。In the disclosed case, a netizen surnamed Wei and three others were fans of different celebrities. After the others posted negative content about Wei's idol online, Wei reported them to the internet regulator.在披露的案件中，一位姓魏的网友和其他三人是不同明星的粉丝。在其他人在网上发布了关于魏某的偶像的负面内容后，魏某向互联网监管机构举报了他们。Angered by Wei's actions, the three published additional posts on social media, including ones labeled "suspect Wei", and shared Wei's private photos and links to Wei's Weibo account. Wei filed a lawsuit in a local court.三人对魏某的行为感到愤怒，在社交媒体上发布了更多帖子，其中包括一些带有“嫌疑人魏某”标签的帖子，并分享了魏某的私人照片及其微博账户链接。魏某向当地法院提起诉讼。The court ruled that the posts constituted personal insults and infringed on Wei's right to reputation. It ordered the defendants to publicly apologize on their Weibo accounts and keep the apology pinned for one week. The court also awarded Wei compensation for emotional distress.法院裁定，这些帖子构成人身侮辱，侵犯了魏某的名誉权。法院判令被告在其微博账户上公开道歉，并将道歉声明保留一周。法院还判令其支付精神损害赔偿金。The top court praised the ruling, saying it clarified that online insults and defamation constitute civil infringements and established clear boundaries for behavior in online fan communities.最高法院对这项裁决表示赞赏，称其明确了网络侮辱和诽谤构成民事侵权，并为网络粉丝群体的行为设定了明确的界限。Citing the Civil Code, the court reiterated that no individual or organization may harm another person's reputation through insult or defamation, and victims have the right to seek compensation.法院援引《民法典》重申，任何个人或组织不得以侮辱、诽谤等方式损害他人名誉，受害者有权寻求赔偿。"The ruling by the grassroots court will help guide internet users to comment responsibly and contribute to a cleaner online environment," the court said.法院表示：“基层法院的这项裁决将有助于引导网民理性评论，共建清朗网络环境。”The Supreme People's Court also released five additional cases on Monday, showcasing efforts to protect public interests and enforce the Civil Code. The cases included rulings on safeguarding the rights of the elderly and addressing workplace sexual harassment.最高人民法院周一还发布了五起案件，展现了法院在维护公共利益和执行《民法典》方面所做的努力。这些案件包括关于保障老年人权益和解决职场性骚扰问题的判决。"The release of these cases highlights courts' ongoing efforts to respond to public concerns, improve people's lives and implement the Civil Code rigorously," the top court said.最高法院表示：“这些案件的发布凸显了法院持续回应公众关切、改善民生和严格实施《民法典》的努力。”The Civil Code, which took effect in January 2021, is China's first piece of legislation formally titled a "code" and plays a foundational role in regulating civil affairs.《民法典》于2021年1月生效，是中国第一部正式以“法典”命名的法律，在规范民事事务方面发挥着基础性作用。defamation/ˌdefəˈmeɪʃn/n.诽谤；中伤infringement/ɪnˈfrɪndʒmənt/n.侵犯；违背distress/dɪˈstres/n.痛苦；悲伤grassroots court基层法院
fWotD Episode 2940: Ezra Pound Welcome to Featured Wiki of the Day, your daily dose of knowledge from Wikipedia's finest articles.The featured article for Friday, 23 May 2025, is Ezra Pound.Ezra Weston Loomis Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972) was an American poet and critic, a major figure in the early modernist poetry movement, and a collaborator in Fascist Italy and the Salò Republic during World War II. His works include Ripostes (1912), Hugh Selwyn Mauberley (1920), and his 800-page epic poem The Cantos (c. 1917–1962).Pound's contribution to poetry began in the early 20th century with his role in developing Imagism, a movement stressing precision and economy of language. Working in London as foreign editor of several American literary magazines, he helped discover and shape the work of contemporaries such as H. D., Robert Frost, T. S. Eliot, Ernest Hemingway, and James Joyce. He was responsible for the 1914 serialization of Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, the 1915 publication of Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", and the serialization from 1918 of Joyce's Ulysses. Hemingway wrote in 1932 that, for poets born in the late 19th or early 20th century, not to be influenced by Pound would be "like passing through a great blizzard and not feeling its cold".Angered by the carnage of World War I, Pound blamed the war on finance capitalism, which he called "usury". He moved to Italy in 1924 and through the 1930s and 1940s promoted an economic theory known as social credit, wrote for publications owned by the British fascist Sir Oswald Mosley, embraced Benito Mussolini's fascism, and expressed support for Adolf Hitler. During World War II, Pound recorded hundreds of paid radio propaganda broadcasts for the fascist Italian government and its later incarnation as a German puppet state, in which he attacked the United States federal government, Franklin D. Roosevelt, Great Britain, international finance, munitions makers, arms dealers, Jews, and others, as abettors and prolongers of the war. He also praised both eugenics and the Holocaust in Italy, while urging American GIs to throw down their rifles and surrender. In 1945, Pound was captured by the Italian Resistance and handed over to the U. S. Army's Counterintelligence Corps, who held him pending extradition and prosecution based on an indictment for treason. He spent months in a U. S. military detention camp near Pisa, including three weeks in an outdoor steel cage. Ruled mentally unfit to stand trial, Pound was incarcerated for over 12 years at St. Elizabeths psychiatric hospital in Washington, D. C., whose doctors viewed Pound as a narcissist and a psychopath, but otherwise completely sane.While in custody in Italy, Pound began work on sections of The Cantos, which were published as The Pisan Cantos (1948), for which he was awarded the Bollingen Prize for Poetry in 1949 by the Library of Congress, causing enormous controversy. After a campaign by his fellow writers, he was released from St. Elizabeth's in 1958 and returned to Italy, where he posed for the press giving the Fascist salute and called the United States "an insane asylum". Pound remained in Italy until his death in 1972. His economic and political views have ensured that his life and literary legacy remain highly controversial.This recording reflects the Wikipedia text as of 00:31 UTC on Friday, 23 May 2025.For the full current version of the article, see Ezra Pound on Wikipedia.This podcast uses content from Wikipedia under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.Visit our archives at wikioftheday.com and subscribe to stay updated on new episodes.Follow us on Mastodon at @wikioftheday@masto.ai.Also check out Curmudgeon's Corner, a current events podcast.Until next time, I'm neural Salli.
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“Obey them not only to win their favor when their eye is on you, but as slaves of Christ, doing the will of God from your heart. Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not people, because you know that the Lord will reward each one for whatever good they do, whether they are slave or free. And masters, treat your slaves in the same way. Do not threaten them, since you know that he who is both their Master and yours is in heaven, and there is no favoritism with him.”Eph.6.6-9
Imaginesitting at a Pharisee's table with Jesus when one of the guests exclaims, “Blessedis he who shall eat bread in the kingdom of God!” Jesus responds with aparable: A man prepares a great supper and invites many guests. When the timecomes, he sends his servant to say, “Come, for all things are now ready.”But the invited guests make excuses. One bought land and needs to see it,another bought oxen and must test them, another just got married and can'tcome. Angered, the host tells his servant to go into the streets and lanes,bringing in the poor, maimed, lame, and blind. Still, there's room, so he sendsthe servant to the highways and hedges to compel others to come, declaring thatnone of the original invitees will taste his supper. Thisparable is a vivid picture of God's invitation to His kingdom, a feast ofgrace, salvation, and eternal joy. The host represents God, the supper is thegospel, and the servant is like Jesus or His messengers, calling us to come.The first invitees, likely representing the religious leaders of Jesus' day,had every reason to attend. They'd already accepted the invitation, yet whenthe time came, they prioritized worldly concerns, their property, work, andfamily over the feast. Their excuses weren't just polite refusals; they wereinsults to the host, revealing hearts more devoted to temporary things than toGod's eternal offer. ButGod's grace doesn't stop with rejection. The host opens his table to theoutcasts, the poor, the broken, those society overlooks. When there's stillroom, he extends the invitation further, to the highways and hedges,symbolizing the Gentiles and all who seem far from God. This shows theboundless reach of the gospel: no one is too lowly, too distant, or toounworthy to be invited. Notice the host's urgency, “go out quickly,” “compelthem to come”. It reflects God's heart to fill His house with people who willaccept His gift of salvation, freely offered through Jesus' sacrifice. Yet,the parable ends with a sobering warning: those who made excuses were shut out.God's invitation is open, but it's not indefinite. Saying “later” to Jesusrisks missing out entirely. The excuses in the story, land, oxen, marriage, weren'tbad things, but they became idols when they took precedence over God. Today, wemight make similar excuses: “I'm too busy with work,” “I'll follow Jesus whenlife slows down,” or “I have other priorities.” This parable should challengeus to examine our hearts. What's keeping us from fully embracing God's call?Are we settling for good things at the cost of the best, God's eternal kingdom? Thebeauty of this story is the feast itself. God's kingdom isn't a duty; it's acelebration! Jesus paid the price for our sins on the cross, so all things are nowready. On the cross, Jesus declared, “It is finished”. Salvation is complete! Thetable is set, and there's room for you. The question is: Will you come? Andwill you, like the servant, invite others to this feast, sharing the gospelwith urgency and love? Today'sChallenge for us:Identify one “excuse” or distraction that is keeping you from fully respondingto God's call. Maybe a busy schedule, a worldly priority, or fear ofcommitment. Pray for strength to put Jesus first and take one step towarddeeper devotion, like setting aside time for prayer or studying His Word. Alsobe willing to invite someone in your life who seems far from God, maybe acoworker, neighbor, or friend. Pray for them, then find a way to share God'sinvitation, whether through a kind word, an act of service, or a conversationabout Jesus. Be the servant who compels others to come to the feast knowing thereis still room.PrayerLord Jesus, thank You for inviting us to Your kingdom's feast. Forgive us forthe excuses we make. Fill us with Your Spirit to prioritize You above all andto share Your invitation with others. May Your house be filled, and may werejoice at Your table forever. Amen.
On today's show Andrew and Bill begin with Taiwanese President Lai Ching-Te designating the PRC a "foreign hostile force," the initial response from the PRC and potential responses to come, rumors surrounding CMC vice chairman He Weidong, and an email wondering about the defense of Taiwan as a core American interest. From there: Sources say Xi Jinping is "angered" by CK Hutchison's deal to sell its ports in Panama, and TikTok talks accelerate as Beijing remains silent on the issue and Oracle heads to Washington to pitch lawmakers on Project Texas 2.0. At the end: Trump says that Xi will visit "soon" but sources tell the FT otherwise, a question about Beijing's reaction to DOGE and Trump 2.0, a question on fentanyl, and a bit more on the memoir of a former Facebook exec.
Årets fotbollsdeal är här! TV4 och Studio Allsvenskan har just nu ett samarbete där du för endast 249 kr/månaden får TV4:s Sportpaket (Allsvenskan, Superettan, Serie A, LaLiga, Svenska Cupen, Sveriges herrlandskamper plus massa mer). Ordinarie pris är 349 kr/månaden så detta erbjudande innebär 100 kr rabatt varje månad! Gå in på https://www.tv4play.se/kampanj/studioallsvenskan för att ta del av erbjudandet!Vi välkomnar BP:s mittfältare Kevin Ackermann till Studio Allsvenskan!Vi går igenom karriären, från klassiska Azalea BK, via Blåvitt och Angered till Häcken och epitetet som supertalang.Hur var det att skriva på för Fiorentina bara för att ett ögonblick senare bli diagnostiserad med allvarligt hjärtfel?Hur var det att vara så nära sin dröm bara för att se den gå i kras?Och hur var vägen tillbaka till elitfotbollen i Örgryte och numera BP?Det blir en hel del om Kevin Ackermanns förmåga att tackla motgångar – men även den enorma kärleken till fotbollen.Missa inte när Kevin Ackermann gästar oss.Ute överallt.Studio Allsvenskan finns även på Patreon, där du får ALLA våra avsnitt reklamfritt direkt efter inspelning. Dessutom får du tillgång till våra exklusiva poddserier där vi släpper avsnitt tisdag till fredag varje vecka. Bli medlem här!Följ Studio Allsvenskan på sociala medier: Twitter!Facebook!Instagram!Youtube!•TikTok! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
It's Thursday, February 27th, A.D. 2025. This is The Worldview in 5 Minutes heard on 125 radio stations and at www.TheWorldview.com. I'm Adam McManus. (Adam@TheWorldview.com) By Jonathan Clark Ugandan Muslims stab Christian evangelist Morning Star News reports hardline Muslims stabbed a Christian evangelist in eastern Uganda earlier this month. The attackers stabbed 39-year-old Robert Kasozi in the stomach and beat three of his co-workers. This came after Robert engaged in open-air preaching and led a 75-year-old widow to Christ. Angered by this, the widow's relatives attacked the Christians and tore up their Bibles. Thankfully, the man is recovering from his wounds in the hospital, but has vowed to file a case with the police upon his return home. Authorities did not arrest any of the Muslim attackers at the time though some were known to area residents. This was the latest of many instances of persecution against Christians in Uganda documented by Morning Star News. Northern Ireland to threaten religious liberty Northern Ireland is considering legislation that could threaten religious liberty. Lawmakers for the region may consolidate existing so-called “equality” laws into one new law. The Christian Institute warns this could undermine religious liberty and “detrimentally affect the work of churches.” Officials previously used equality laws to target a Christian bakery for refusing to participate in celebrating sexually perverted lifestyles. Sam Webster with The Christian Institute told lawmakers, “Laws can be passed very easily, but legislators don't necessarily always see the implications further down the track for other protected characteristics.” Isaiah 10:1 says, “Woe to those who decree unrighteous decrees, who write misfortune, which they have prescribed.” Trump's budget passes the House In the United States, before the vote on President Donald Trump's budget on Tuesday, House Speaker Mike Johnson made these remarks. JOHNSON: “We promised to deliver President Trump's full agenda, not just a part of it. We're not just going to do a little bit now and return later for the rest. We have to do it now. And that ‘one big, beautiful bill' will include securing the border, restoring America's energy dominance, dismantling the deep state, growing our economy, ensuring we don't have the largest tax increase in US history, and a return to peace through strength. “We do not have time to waste. The American people are expecting us to deliver on this, and we will. House Republicans need to unite so we can keep this process moving forward. And I think they all understand that we're working right now to get everybody on board. I think everybody wants to be on this train and not in front of it.” The resolution passed 217-215 with no Democrat support and one Republican voting against it. The proposal lays a framework for enacting President Donald Trump's legislative agenda. It cuts $4.5 trillion in taxes and at least $1.5 trillion in spending and raises the debt ceiling by $4 trillion. The resolution would allow for the defunding of Planned Parenthood which receives hundreds of millions of dollars from the government each year. The proposal heads to the Senate where it must get bipartisan support. Georgia Supreme Court upheld Heartbeat Law The Supreme Court of Georgia once again upheld the state's heartbeat law. The court ruled 6-1 to uphold the Living Infants Fairness and Equality Act last Thursday. The law bans the killing of unborn babies with detectable heartbeats with some exceptions. The latest ruling overturns a lower court ruling in a case brought by abortion activists. Heartbeat laws in other states have been upheld by their respective supreme courts, including Florida, Iowa, and South Carolina. Amazon outpaced Walmart Amazon, the e-commerce giant, outpaced the retail giant Walmart in quarterly revenue for the first time. Amazon brought in $187.8 billion in revenue during the fourth quarter of last year while Walmart brought in $180.5 billion. Walmart has been the top revenue-generating company each quarter for over a decade after outpacing Exxon Mobil in 2012. Walmart is still projected to lead in annual sales, but Amazon is close behind. Decline of Christian identification has slowed A new report from Pew Research found the decline of Christian identification in the U.S. has slowed. Sixty-two percent of U.S. adults identify as Christians currently, down from 78% in 2007. That percentage fell to 71% by 2014 and 63% by 2019. However, the share of self-identified Christian adults has hovered between 60% and 64% over the past five years. Non-Christian religious identification stands at 7.1%, up from 4.7% in 2007. And identification as religiously unaffiliated stands at 29%, up from 16% in 2007 but appears to be plateauing. New plant found in Big Bend National Park And finally, a new species of plant was discovered at a U.S. national park for the first time in 50 years. Park staff members first encountered the plant in Big Bend National Park in Texas last year. The National Park Service noted that the plant's “fuzzy foliage and interesting flower looked like nothing they had seen before.” Researchers analyzed the plant, concluding it is unique enough to be classified as a new species. The plant is officially called Ovicula biradiata and belongs to the same family as daisies. Researchers are also investigating potential medicinal applications of the plant, including anti-cancer and anti-inflammatory properties. Psalm 104:24 says, “O LORD, how manifold are Your works! In wisdom You have made them all. The Earth is full of Your possessions.” Close And that's The Worldview on this Thursday, February 27th, in the year of our Lord 2025. Subscribe by Amazon Music or by iTunes or email to our unique Christian newscast at www.TheWorldview.com. Or get the Generations app through Google Play or The App Store. I'm Adam McManus (Adam@TheWorldview.com). Seize the day for Jesus Christ.
Thanks for joining us today for our podcast. We hope this message encourages and strengthens you to life life free of being easily angered and keeping score towards those who have offended or hurt you. Today can be the day you walk free. Thanks for listening.
Selena Gomez and her fiancée Benny Blanco have given a joint interview, along with some very interesting photos (if you love feet then this is your lucky day) but are they trying a little too hard to promote their love story?Plus, Apple Cider Vinegar, the series based on Belle Gibson, has continued to dominate the Netflix charts. But now it has angered the wrong people and they are speaking up about it.So now it’s time to talk about the real life fallout of Apple Cider Vinegar, from the people portrayed in the show, to the journalists who fell for the lies and even Belle Gibson herself, here’s everything that’s happened since the show premiered. THE END BITSListen:A Brutally Honest Review Of Apple Cider Vinegar What REALLY Happened When I Confronted Belle Gibson - Interview with whistleblower (Live Thursday Feb 20)A Brutally Honest Review Of BabygirlEm Vernem is co-hosting a new Mamamia podcast. BIZ is rewriting the rules of work with no zero generic advice - just real strategies from women who've actually been there. Listen here.Subscribe to The Spill Newsletter by clicking here. Subscribe to Mamamia GET IN TOUCH:The Spill podcast is on Instagram here.Do you have feedback or a topic you want us to discuss on The Spill? Send us a voice message, or send us an email thespill@mamamia.com.au and we'll come back to you ASAP! WANT MORE?If you’re looking for something else to listen to why not check out our hilarious and seriously unhelpful podcast The Baby Bubble hosted by Clare and Jessie Stephens.Or click here to listen to the hosts of Mamamia Out Loud open up about creativity and how they stay inspired. Read all the latest entertainment news on Mamamia... here. CREDITS Hosts: Laura Brodnik & Em VernemExecutive Producer: Kimberley Braddish Audio Producer: Scott Stronach Mamamia acknowledges the Traditional Owners of the Land we have recorded this podcast on, the Gadigal people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their Elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander cultures. Become a Mamamia subscriber: https://www.mamamia.com.au/subscribeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
-Williams was talking with media recently and talking about Tony White's defense at FSU compared to what he had at Nebraska, and said “no offense” to the Huskers but there's more talent to work with…-For the angry fans...what exactly is he supposed to say?Show sponsored by MIDWEST BANKOur Sponsors:* Check out Hims: https://hims.com/EARLYBREAKAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy
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President Trump pardoned the J6 protesters. People on the left are outraged by this, and Col. Allen West joined the program to talk about how their outrage is ridiculous. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
In an extraordinary moment on Tuesday, Donald Trump was treated to a sermon in Washington by Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde, who urged him to show mercy toward the likely victims of his policies, especially undocumented immigrants. Trump reacted angrily and dismissively. Which raises a question: What are the prospects for appeals to decency and humanity, such as this one, to combat the rising cruelty and authoritarianism that Trump is set to unleash? We talked to Vanessa Cardenas, the executive director of the advocacy group America's Voice. She reflects on the difficulties of speaking to people's higher values in this supercharged environment, and urges Democrats to seize the moment and capture for themselves the power of this sermon's message. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
In an extraordinary moment on Tuesday, Donald Trump was treated to a sermon in Washington by Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde, who urged him to show mercy toward the likely victims of his policies, especially undocumented immigrants. Trump reacted angrily and dismissively. Which raises a question: What are the prospects for appeals to decency and humanity, such as this one, to combat the rising cruelty and authoritarianism that Trump is set to unleash? We talked to Vanessa Cardenas, the executive director of the advocacy group America's Voice. She reflects on the difficulties of speaking to people's higher values in this supercharged environment, and urges Democrats to seize the moment and capture for themselves the power of this sermon's message. Looking for More from the DSR Network? Click Here: https://linktr.ee/deepstateradio Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
In an extraordinary moment on Tuesday, Donald Trump was treated to a sermon in Washington by Bishop Mariann Edgar Budde, who urged him to show mercy toward the likely victims of his policies, especially undocumented immigrants. Trump reacted angrily and dismissively. Which raises a question: What are the prospects for appeals to decency and humanity, such as this one, to combat the rising cruelty and authoritarianism that Trump is set to unleash? We talked to Vanessa Cardenas, the executive director of the advocacy group America's Voice. She reflects on the difficulties of speaking to people's higher values in this supercharged environment, and urges Democrats to seize the moment and capture for themselves the power of this sermon's message. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
Orla O'Donnell, Legal Affairs Correspondent, speaks to Dublin woman Linda Travers about how her anger at lies told by the man who abused her drove her on to pursue a prosecution against him.
Spoilers coming your way via reddit.com/r/LanternsTVSeries that might have plot details for the entirety of Season 1 of Lanterns. EPISODE 2: With Hal's help, John and Sheriff Kerrie detain the alien suspects at the local police station. Hal recognizes them as a Horminth Collective, an amorphous flesh blob that can split into multiple shape-shifting bodies. He falls back into his old ways as GL, advising John and Kane to detain the suspects on the moon until they can be transferred to Oa. The Collective begs them for terrestrial containment, and John and Kerrie allow it. Angered by what he sees as lax treatment of a dangerous criminal, Hal relinquishes the ring to John and prepares to leave town again. John returns to investigating. Searching the ranch, he finds the strange energy signature again. It leads him to Alan Scott's depowered ring, discarded in a field, but the stolen lantern remains missing. John interrogates the Horminth Collective, which insists it had nothing to do with Alan Scott's murder but refuses to reveal why it is on Earth. Because of Hal's advice being ignored, the Collective escapes captivity and John fails to stop them. Sheriff Kerrie proposes he ask Hal for assistance due to the former Green Lantern's experience, but John is too proud to accept help. Kerrie goes to find Hal on his behalf, stopping him at a bus station at the edge of town. They discuss what happened to his life, and Hal reveals little while implying that he's made a lot of decisions that he regrets. He decides to reluctantly stay and help John, but only because Kerrie asked him to. They get flirty, but stop short of reigniting any old flame between them due to Kerrie's current marriage and family. John, meanwhile, is angry with himself for screwing up twice. We get some insight on his motivation through flash cuts of the past – he's a war veteran and a former marine with some obvious emotional trauma weighing on him. He hunts down and captures a part of the Horminth Collective and notifies the sheriff that he's done so. Once again, however, he's ambushed by Collective drones from amongst a crowd of onlookers. John is hesitant to use his ring since he can't tell which of the bystanders are innocent and which are Horminth shapeshifters. Sheriff Kerrie and Hal arrive to help, and there's an action scene that mirrors a real-life riot in the downtown area of Hope Springs. Hal meets up with John in the middle of the brawl and coaches the younger GL on how to recognize the Horminth. With Hal's guidance, John drops the entire Collective with one punch to the creature's “brain” (disguised as a small child). The riot ends. Without waiting to detain the Horminth again, Hal begins brutally interrogating the creature in the middle of the street. John is perturbed by what is essentially torture, but Hal gets the Horminth to finally admit why it is on Earth: it was hired by “The Black Hand” to recover and traffic an item called “the Starheart,” and tells them where they can find it. After Hal finishes the interrogation, he tells John to throw the Horminth to the moon. John cannot bring himself to condemn the creature to misery, so he hands Hal the ring. Hal launches the creature into space in a sphere of green light, then cavalierly hands the ring back to John. John is unsettled by the ease with which Hal is willing to inflict pain on another creature. END EPISODE 2
After Poilievre posted his final interview of the year where he describes his strong stance on anti woke ideology and its relationship to antisemitism, which the populist right took notice. The ideas that are being surfaced could lead to new ideological battles happening in the political space. Listen to our Podcast on the go: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/elev8podcast TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@elev8podcast X: https://twitter.com/TheElev8Podcast 0:00 - Intro 0:45 - Poilievre's Post 4:37 - How the Populist Right Responded 11:42 - How the Left Responded
Allison in Twinsburg wasn't happy with her most recent visit to her hairstylist, and posted pics on social media that her hairstylist definitely saw. (to see the pics, go to IG @theqmorningshow and check our stories). Is Allison the Bleephole?
People have allowed their anger to overtake their common sense and decency. Here's a little perspective for you.
Veckopanelen med Linn Svansbo och Henrik Jönsson under ledning av Staffan Dopping. Sillkris och strömmingskollaps i Östersjön. Ska polisen bära hundhuvudet för att det kastas bengaler vid fotbollsderbyn? SVT drog i handbromsen för Stina Wollters naken-tv. Finanspolitikens nya mål splittrar Socialdemokraterna, och Vänsterpartiet utesluter Kristofer Lundberg i Angered. Modern till en gängkriminell har skjutits till döds, och SD:s Charlie Weimers vill att Rawa Majid likvideras.
Veckopanelen med Linn Svansbo och Henrik Jönsson under ledning av Staffan Dopping. Sillkris och strömmingskollaps i Östersjön. Ska polisen bära hundhuvudet för att det kastas bengaler vid fotbollsderbyn? SVT drog i handbromsen för Stina Wollters naken-tv. Finanspolitikens nya mål splittrar Socialdemokraterna, och Vänsterpartiet utesluter Kristofer Lundberg i Angered. Modern till en gängkriminell har skjutits till döds, och SD:s Charlie Weimers vill att Rawa Majid likvideras.
Hour 1 – The Drive opened the show discussing the Kermit video that has fired up the Chiefs for their matchup in Vegas.
Ratan Tata was one of the first backers of ThePrint. He was one of the first ones to even bring up the idea to Editor-in-chief Shekhar Gupta. In this episode of ThePrint's 'First Person Second Draft,' Shekhar Gupta shares this and other anecdotes from his interaction with the industrialist.
What Matters Most | Week 3: Love is Not Easily Angered and Keeps No Record of Wrong // Ryland Walter // Life is all about love. Through this series, our church will be shaped by a developed picture of what love is and is not through scripture (1 Corinthians 13). Learning to love unselfishly is not an easy task. That's why we're given a lifetime to learn what matters most.
You are most like God when you are full of his joy.-------- Thank you for listening! Your support of Joni and Friends helps make this show possible. Joni and Friends envisions a world where every person with a disability finds hope, dignity, and their place in the body of Christ. Become part of the global movement today at www.joniandfriends.org. Find more encouragement on Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, and YouTube.
Today's case is Sanda Dia, a clever, and ambitious young man, had his life tragically cut short during a brutal hazing ritual in 2018. Sanda was attempting to join an elite, wealthy, and predominantly white fraternity called Reuzegom at KU Leuven in Belgium. For nearly 48 hours, he endured unimaginable torture. This case revealed the harsh reality of how racism, classism, and privilege allowed the 18 members involved to avoid serious punishment. The Belgian courts' decision sparked outrage and raised serious questions about whether money always wins when it comes to justice. In 2020, when the Black Lives Matter movement began, calls for justice for Sanda Dia erupted across university campuses in Belgium and the Netherlands. Angered by the trial's verdict, YouTuber Acid exposed the identities of the 18 boys involved. But, his punishment ended up being greater than what was given to those responsible for Sanda's death. Sanda Dia Foundation - https://www.sandadia.be/over-ons/ Hazing Prevention - https://hazingpreventionnetwork.org/about/ Trigger Warning: torture, racism, assault, violence Resources: https://linktr.ee/usualdisclaimer
On this episode of The Hillsdale College Online Courses Podcast, Jeremiah and Juan discuss the thought of Herbert Marcuse Hillsdale before introducing Hillsdale College politics professor Kevin Slack. American politics have drastically transformed over the last few decades as a ruling elite has emerged that, despite being from different parties, largely shares radical ideologies centered around identity politics. The change is not simply the natural conclusion of progressivism, but rather a series of radical movements that have provided new ideas and shifted the Left from the liberalism of Franklin Roosevelt to the Great Awokening of Barack Obama's second term. Angered by the liberals' views towards marginalized groups, the Student New Left advocated the overthrow of “the system” on college campuses in the 1960s. Universities became a central place where radical ideas were formed and spread. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
On this episode of The Hillsdale College Online Courses Podcast, Jeremiah and Juan discuss the thought of Herbert Marcuse Hillsdale before introducing Hillsdale College politics professor Kevin Slack. American politics have drastically transformed over the last few decades as a ruling elite has emerged that, despite being from different parties, largely shares radical ideologies centered around identity politics. The change is not simply the natural conclusion of progressivism, but rather a series of radical movements that have provided new ideas and shifted the Left from the liberalism of Franklin Roosevelt to the Great Awokening of Barack Obama's second term. Angered by the liberals' views towards marginalized groups, the Student New Left advocated the overthrow of “the system” on college campuses in the 1960s. Universities became a central place where radical ideas were formed and spread. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
RHONJ, Season 14, Episode 3. How did we get here? Jen Fessler has come in strong. No longer in Margaret's shadows, The Messler has emerged as her own woman with advice letting us know she loves The Marge but does not want to be The Marge. Smart woman. Jennifer Aydin does not wanna reconcile with Messy G as Jen herself continues to be messy off air. Luis Ruelas slams John Fuda, Tre gets emotional sending Gabriella off to school, Jackie makes an appearance and gets screamed at by Marge, Joey Gorga has a birthday, Frank Catania asks Dolo's permission to marry Brittany, Danielle Cabral tries to help and Rachel Fuda gets angry at Fessler, Tre and much more. All this and more as we are joined by the only Teresa Giudice as played by Andrea Lopez. @andrealopezcomedy @behindvelvetrope @davidyontef Listen Now: https://www.patreon.com/behindthevelvetrope Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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