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Poetry and baring the soul.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Arriving at her house, Leah and I carried my clothes up to the spare bedroom. I thanked Leah once again, then kissed her.Leah softly whispered, “Jorunn is downstairs!”I replied in the same whisper, “Then kiss me quietly.” And she did.I spent the remainder of the day doing my laundry, once Leah showed me how to use her Norwegian washing machine. Leah opened the clothes drying rack, and when done, I laid my clothes out to dry.For dinner, Leah prepared salmon fillets with boiled potatoes. As Jorunn and Leah washed the dishes, I sat on the center seat of the sofa, reflecting on the day. When they finished, both Jorunn and Leah rushed into the living room, extremely excited, and sat down on either side of me. Jorunn turned on the television and switched to Norwegian National Television. I wondered what the fuss was about.“Five more minutes,” yelped Jorunn.After a brief introduction, an old black-and-white movie started. Both Jorunn and Leah snuggled up tight against me and I put my arms around them. It felt great. The show, called “Dinner for One”, featured a 90-year-old countess celebrating her birthday. She invited four friends but outlived them all. Her butler decides to impersonate each of the four missing guests. As he slips into each of the roles, he drinks a toast, and quickly becomes intoxicated, leading to numerous sight gags. It felt good to laugh along with people again. It was rather short, and when it ended, Leah told me it was the most repeated television show of all time and is quite popular in Scandinavian countries and northern Europe.Leah and Jorunn went around rearranging and straightening Christmas decorations, then announced it was time to make Julekurver. I heard of them, but never actually made one. Made of paper, they are heart-shaped and filled with sweets.We quickly cleared the dining room table, then covered it with red and white paper, a plastic rule, a plastic circle, and scissor. Leah and Jorunn both moved quickly, folding a sheet of paper of each color, and I followed their action. Then it was time to measure and cut, and fortunately, they slowed down to allow me to keep up. Using a circle, we marked a half circle and cut the excess away. Then cut strips into the paper, not going all the way across. We wove the red and white papers together in a checkerboard pattern and unfolded them into a perfect heart shape. I thought the process rather inefficient and decided to show off my engineering skills from 3M by making a fancier one. As I unfolded it, Jorunn and Leah laughed, and a moment later, I discovered one way not to make a Julekurver.After a long and active day, I was tired, so I went to bed. Both Jorunn and Leah were talking softly in the living room as I drifted off to sleep.A nocturnal visitorDecember 23rd - Just Before MidnightI was startled awake when I heard my bedroom door close, followed by a soft, “Shush!”I listened closely in the total darkness for footsteps and heard someone approach my bed. Leah must be ready to resume what we started back at the hotel! A hand pulled back the covers, and instinctively I slid toward the middle of the bed to make space. Leah slid in next to me and drew the covers back over us.Leah moved and shifted, and a hand found the back of my head. I expected her lips to follow, and they did. Soft and gentle, a wonderful way for my nocturnal visitor to say hello. Leah told me at the hotel she did not want to feel rushed, so there was no urgency. Her lips retreated, and her hand slid down to caress my cheek, as delicate fingers gently stroked me.I reached out and found her left shoulder as Leah faced me, then marveled at the smoothness as my hand traced her arm downward. Approaching her hand, I extended further to touch her hip. I began softly rubbing, but her ass beckoned, and my hand moved to cup and squeeze her firm cheek. My fingers began shooting sensations of warmth, softness, and inner firmness directly to my brain. I pulled Leah tight against me and discovered she was already completely naked.Leah swung her left leg over me and moved to an upright position, straddling my crotch. Beneath my boxer shorts, my erect cock fought for release. Her hand found my cock within its shelter but did not liberate it. Instead, her hand pushed my cock flat against my lower stomach, and she slid forward, trapping it with the swollen outer lips of her pussy. Leah began slowly gyrating, and even through the fabric of my boxers, I felt her pussy lips spreading as they slid along either side of my hidden cock.The hushed sounds of Leah cooing and moaning barely reached my ears, as dampness built between us. I reached up with both hands, found her small breasts, and used my thumbs to tease her nipples to an erection. A heavy breath followed by a long ‘uh. Oh; Ah!’ brought me close to premature orgasm, but this was not what Leah wanted, so I held back.Leah must have sensed I was close. She stopped gyrating, lifted herself, and then began inching herself up my torso. She paused for a moment and sat on my chest, then her hands reached out to touch my face. Two fingertips began touring my facial features as if Leah wanted to memorize every feature of my face. In the darkness, my senses heightened, her fingers swirled, and circled, and glided over me. I never would have imagined how erotic it felt.Leah resumed moving higher, her knees passing over my shoulders until they rested on either side of my head. I reached up to confirm what lay just inches above my face and grazed the same hairy splendor I sampled back at the hotel. Inhaling deeply, I picked up traces of the same body wash on her thighs. I was ready to dive back in, so I reached up and grabbed Leah’s hips, then pulled her pussy down toward my awaiting tongue. I paused as her short curly hair began painting her scent onto my face. The scent of arousal overpowered my senses. But? Something strange? I froze. The contradiction awoke my twilight dream state.“Why did you stop, Gunnar?” From the darkness came Jorunn’s voice! The dream of Leah's nocturnal visit was replaced by the reality of a beautiful young woman revealing her devotion and desire to this 56 year old guy.I was stunned. I couldn’t reveal the real reason I stopped; was uncertainty. Jorunn’s pussy smelled different than Leah’s! I hadn’t noticed any difference between Leah’s and Jorunn’s tall, fit bodies. If there were any, they were undetectable in the darkness, especially with only my brief exposure to Leah. “I can’t do this with you, Jorunn.” I softly and sincerely spoke.“I want to make love to you tonight, Gunnar. More than anything in the world. Am I not pretty enough? Has not enough time passed since your wife’s funeral? You are the only man in the world I can love to, without fear of being hurt.”“Jorunn, you are an incredibly beautiful woman. For months, I fantasized about holding you in my arms, kissing you, and wishing to be exactly where I am now. But yesterday, I met your mother.”Jorunn asked, “Did she order you not to have sex with me?”I replied, “It’s not that. I think I’m falling in love with Leah. We spent a wonderful day together, and she swept me off my feet. If that love turns out to be mutual, I am prepared to pledge my heart totally to her and her alone. A lifetime commitment, one I will never dishonor. The only reason you and I got this far tonight is that in the darkness and my dream state, I thought you were Leah. I never would have done it otherwise.” But you are a lovely and desirable woman. I respect you and Leah. So much that I cannot be false to either of you. And I cannot dishonor myself, by doing what I know is dishonorable.”Jorunn shifted positions and lay next to me in the bed. In the darkness, Jorunn whispered, “You are so unlike my father. He always put himself first. I was ready to give myself to you tonight. You could have kept quiet and let it happen. Then lied about it to my mother in the morning. But you didn’t. You are a better man than my father ever was, and I know you will make my mother happy. Please don’t be afraid to give her, and yourself, a chance. She really needs someone like you in her life.”I heard a soft sob and reached out to touch Jorunn’s face. She was crying. Jorunn came into my bedroom tonight, looking for someone to love. She didn’t know about Leah and me, or what happened between us at the hotel. I very much doubt her mother would have told her. I admired what Jorunn just did. She was sacrificing her chance at love so that her mother might have one. Jorunn knew that she bore the duty to initiate affection, after so harshly rejecting my romantic advances, last week.Silence followed, before Jorunn finally said, “What you have shown me, Gunnar, is that there are still good men in this world. But I am still afraid to look for them.”I thought back to the day Jorunn and I went sledging. “Remember what you told me at Korketrekkeren? You don’t need to be afraid of looking for a man, Jorunn. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try looking for a man. Promise me that you will push off, just like riding a sledge, and start looking. When you reach the bottom of that scary hill, you will no longer be afraid, and someone you love will be waiting there for you.”“I will, Gunnar. I promise. And thank you.” Jorunn climbed out of my bed and closed the door as she left.Christmas EveDecember 24 - MorningI woke up in the guest room bed. Hearing noises and holiday folk music in the kitchen, I dressed and went downstairs. Leah smiled and said, “God Jul!”, Norwegian's way of saying merry Christmas. Then she made me scrambled eggs with smoked salmon. Afterward, I enjoyed a slice of fruited Christmas Cake with coffee.“Leah, there is something I need to tell you. Jorunn came into my room last night looking for a man to love. In the darkness and my dream state, I thought it was you. It took a moment for me to realize it was Jorunn, and I stopped myself before going too far. Jorunn and I talked, and I confessed my love for you, to her. She understood, and asked that I give that love a chance. I want to do that. I asked Jorunn to no longer be afraid to look for love, and she agreed.”“Thank you for telling me, Gunnar. I have struggled to get Jorunn to go on dates after her father hurt her so badly. You must be a special man to find a place in her heart.”Leah sat down at the table with me, and continued; “I trust Jorunn, and now I trust you. So you will know, I will come to you tonight, bearing a lighted candle.”I said, “That sounds romantic.” My cock jolted to attention, under my trousers. I smiled and winked.Leah replied, “Wait until you see what I will be wearing.” She stood and returned to her baking, as the soft holiday music filled the busy kitchen. Leah's hips softly gyrated to the soft beat as she hummed with the lyrics.Jorunn came down later for breakfast, and after eating, she announced she would be working on edits and voiceovers for her recent videos. Since they were related to Christmas, she wanted to finish them to post them later tonight.Just before lunch, Leah led me back to the television and as we snuggled on the couch, she turned on “Tre Notter til Askepott”, a 1973 Czech reenactment of Cinderella, dubbed into Norwegian. The story was familiar, with Cinderella granted three wishes. It was enjoyable, but the dubbed dialog did not quite match the lips of the actors, so I needed to concentrate on what they were saying. Leah mentioned that this show is so popular in Norway, that storms of protest arose one year when they decided not to broadcast it. They ended up sending it out later in the holiday.Jorunn joined Leah and me for lunch. We ate Risengrynsgrot, which is rice porridge cooked with milk, sugar, and vanilla. We each had a bowl, and hiding in one of the three bowls was an almond. I suspected possible cheating such that I would be the one getting the almond, but as it turned out, Jorunn got the lucky bowl. As her prize, Leah gave Jorunn a chocolate-covered marzipan pig, an oddity for certain, but part of the tradition. There was porridge left over, and Leah said she would use it to make Riskrem, the delicious rice dessert eaten after tonight’s dinner. Solveig’s Riskrem was one of my favorite parts of the holiday season, and I was looking forward to tasting Leah’s.Leah turned to me and said, “If you want to eat, you must help in the kitchen.”Cooking was not something I knew very well, and after Leah led me into the kitchen, I let her know that. But since we were alone, I moved behind her, pulled her blonde hair aside, and nuzzled her neck.Leah said, “If you don’t stop, Gunnar, it will take longer before we eat.” But she wiggled her hips into my crotch before spinning out of my embrace.I helped Leah remove a large roasting pan from the refrigerator and put it in the oven. “That’s a strange-looking piece of meat,” I said.Leah replied, “It is called Ribbe, or roasted pork belly. It is one of the most popular Christmas meals in Norway. I scored the fat layer on top two days ago into a checkerboard pattern. Once cooked, the bottom meat stays tender while the cracklings on top get crispy.”Leah handed me a vegetable peeler and pointed to a bag of potatoes. I needed no further instructions on this. While I worked, Leah flittered around the kitchen, preparing the side dishes. She looked genuinely happy, and we talked and laughed and told tales of Christmases long ago.Just as we pulled the Ribbe from the oven, church bells began ringing from multiple sources. It was 17:00.“It seems like an odd time for church bells,” I said.Leah replied, “In Scandinavia, a new day traditionally starts at sundown, not midnight. Following the old ways, Christmas Day has arrived. It is time to eat.”Jorunn joined us in the mad flurry of activity as places were set, and food moved from the kitchen to the dining room. On the table was Ribbe, boiled potatoes, meatballs, gravy, sausages, sauerkraut, prunes, and lingonberries. Leah poured each of us a tall glass of juleøl, a dark spiced ale, brewed during Christmas all over Norway. She said at one time, a Norwegian king made it illegal to Not brew Christmas Ale. Everything was delicious, and I ate until I could stuff in no more.After dinner, we cleaned up and went into the living room to enjoy coffee, cookies, and a small bowl of Riskrem. I wondered why Leah brought out four bowls of Riskrem. Three topped with whipped cream and a berry sauce, one with only a blob of butter in the middle.Leah said, “We set out a bowl of porridge every Christmas for the fjøsnissen. The tradition evolved from the days when farming families would offer porridge to their barn elf, or nisse. The nisse takes care of the animals in the barn during winter so they don’t get sick. If you don’t do this, the fjøsnissen will play tricks on you.”As we nibbled, Jorunn set the bowl of porridge outside the front door for the fjøsnissen. Then we sat and watched an American Christmas movie on television. After it ended, Leah announced it was time to open the presents. I suspected this would happen and was glad I bought a gift for both Leah and Jorunn. We each dispersed, returned with our packages, and placed them under the Christmas tree.As expected, Leah and Jorunn shared the most gifts for each other, opening the usual mix of chocolates, clothing, and kitchen items. Then Jorunn handed me a gift from her. I opened it and found a DVD labeled, 'Christmas in Norway Tour’, along with a link and instructions to download the video if I preferred. Jorunn told me she made an hour-long video of all the things we did together over the past week, adding music and voiceovers so I would remember the now-completed tour. In exceedingly small letters, at the bottom of the instructions, I saw a link for a story with a similar name and suspected it might be one full of adjectives.Jorunn then opened my gift to her. I remembered the small camera she used this past week and bought her a new top-of-the-line digital camera. From her reaction, I did well.Leah then opened my gift to her. I purchased a genuinely nice Advent star to hang in her window, since she did not have one. It was large and electrically lit and after opening it, she wanted to hang it up right away, which we did. Then we went outside to see how it looked. Leah kissed me and whispered that the Advent Star possessed a special meaning for her this year, a sign of brighter days ahead.Seeing us standing outside, a Julenissen crossed the street and came up to us. The man, dressed in a red jacket with a matching pointed red hat, carried a cloth sack. He was older, and his white beard looked genuine.Jorunn yelled, “God Jul, Julenissen!”As the Julenissen joined us, Leah said, “Nice to see you again, Mr. Bjornstad.”The Julenissen opened a small cloth sack, pulled out a straw goat wrapped with red ribbons, and handed it to Jorunn. Leah explained that the Julenissen come around to houses on Christmas Eve to hand out presents and chocolate to the children. Often, more than one Julenissen would knock on your door during the evening. Unlike America, children get to meet the Julenissen in Norway.“It wouldn’t be the same this year without one of your julebukk!” said an excited Jorunn. Mr. Bjornstad had been coming to Jorunn’s house for a long time, and told us he likes to keep alive the old Norse traditions, such as the julebukk. In addition to handing out hand-made gifts, he tells folklore stories and tales from the days of the Vikings. What a wonderful thing to do to preserve the ancient Norse legacy of sagas and storytelling.Leah excused herself as Mr. Bjornstad started telling such a tale to Jorunn and me. He described Valhalla, where Odin and the brave warriors would train by day, and feast on roast boar and ale at night. Leah returned a moment later with four glasses of Aquavit. We toasted the season and sipped our Aquavit with the Julenissen after the story ended. We then sang a Christmas song together.Then we went back inside and watched the DVD that Jorunn made. The tour sounded exciting and full of fun, which indeed, it was. It also gave Leah another chance to see me in action. It was a full evening, and close to 23:00 when the DVD ended. We were all tired, and it was time for bed. Jorunn told us she was going upstairs to take a shower. Leah and I followed her up to our two bedrooms.A Single CandleDecember 24th - Late EveningFive minutes later, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Opening it, Leah stood there, holding a single candle, and wearing a lavender-colored silk nightgown and robe set. The half-sleeve wrap robe only partially covered her nightgown, leaving the lace-trimmed bustline and hem of her nightgown exposed. She put a finger to her mouth and whispered, “Shhh!” Then she led me by hand to her bedroom. The only light inside came from her single candle.My eyes quickly adjusted, or perhaps it was just my intent stare, “You look incredible.”Leah

Poetry and baring the soul.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Arriving at her house, Leah and I carried my clothes up to the spare bedroom. I thanked Leah once again, then kissed her.Leah softly whispered, “Jorunn is downstairs!”I replied in the same whisper, “Then kiss me quietly.” And she did.I spent the remainder of the day doing my laundry, once Leah showed me how to use her Norwegian washing machine. Leah opened the clothes drying rack, and when done, I laid my clothes out to dry.For dinner, Leah prepared salmon fillets with boiled potatoes. As Jorunn and Leah washed the dishes, I sat on the center seat of the sofa, reflecting on the day. When they finished, both Jorunn and Leah rushed into the living room, extremely excited, and sat down on either side of me. Jorunn turned on the television and switched to Norwegian National Television. I wondered what the fuss was about.“Five more minutes,” yelped Jorunn.After a brief introduction, an old black-and-white movie started. Both Jorunn and Leah snuggled up tight against me and I put my arms around them. It felt great. The show, called “Dinner for One”, featured a 90-year-old countess celebrating her birthday. She invited four friends but outlived them all. Her butler decides to impersonate each of the four missing guests. As he slips into each of the roles, he drinks a toast, and quickly becomes intoxicated, leading to numerous sight gags. It felt good to laugh along with people again. It was rather short, and when it ended, Leah told me it was the most repeated television show of all time and is quite popular in Scandinavian countries and northern Europe.Leah and Jorunn went around rearranging and straightening Christmas decorations, then announced it was time to make Julekurver. I heard of them, but never actually made one. Made of paper, they are heart-shaped and filled with sweets.We quickly cleared the dining room table, then covered it with red and white paper, a plastic rule, a plastic circle, and scissor. Leah and Jorunn both moved quickly, folding a sheet of paper of each color, and I followed their action. Then it was time to measure and cut, and fortunately, they slowed down to allow me to keep up. Using a circle, we marked a half circle and cut the excess away. Then cut strips into the paper, not going all the way across. We wove the red and white papers together in a checkerboard pattern and unfolded them into a perfect heart shape. I thought the process rather inefficient and decided to show off my engineering skills from 3M by making a fancier one. As I unfolded it, Jorunn and Leah laughed, and a moment later, I discovered one way not to make a Julekurver.After a long and active day, I was tired, so I went to bed. Both Jorunn and Leah were talking softly in the living room as I drifted off to sleep.A nocturnal visitorDecember 23rd - Just Before MidnightI was startled awake when I heard my bedroom door close, followed by a soft, “Shush!”I listened closely in the total darkness for footsteps and heard someone approach my bed. Leah must be ready to resume what we started back at the hotel! A hand pulled back the covers, and instinctively I slid toward the middle of the bed to make space. Leah slid in next to me and drew the covers back over us.Leah moved and shifted, and a hand found the back of my head. I expected her lips to follow, and they did. Soft and gentle, a wonderful way for my nocturnal visitor to say hello. Leah told me at the hotel she did not want to feel rushed, so there was no urgency. Her lips retreated, and her hand slid down to caress my cheek, as delicate fingers gently stroked me.I reached out and found her left shoulder as Leah faced me, then marveled at the smoothness as my hand traced her arm downward. Approaching her hand, I extended further to touch her hip. I began softly rubbing, but her ass beckoned, and my hand moved to cup and squeeze her firm cheek. My fingers began shooting sensations of warmth, softness, and inner firmness directly to my brain. I pulled Leah tight against me and discovered she was already completely naked.Leah swung her left leg over me and moved to an upright position, straddling my crotch. Beneath my boxer shorts, my erect cock fought for release. Her hand found my cock within its shelter but did not liberate it. Instead, her hand pushed my cock flat against my lower stomach, and she slid forward, trapping it with the swollen outer lips of her pussy. Leah began slowly gyrating, and even through the fabric of my boxers, I felt her pussy lips spreading as they slid along either side of my hidden cock.The hushed sounds of Leah cooing and moaning barely reached my ears, as dampness built between us. I reached up with both hands, found her small breasts, and used my thumbs to tease her nipples to an erection. A heavy breath followed by a long ‘uh. Oh; Ah!’ brought me close to premature orgasm, but this was not what Leah wanted, so I held back.Leah must have sensed I was close. She stopped gyrating, lifted herself, and then began inching herself up my torso. She paused for a moment and sat on my chest, then her hands reached out to touch my face. Two fingertips began touring my facial features as if Leah wanted to memorize every feature of my face. In the darkness, my senses heightened, her fingers swirled, and circled, and glided over me. I never would have imagined how erotic it felt.Leah resumed moving higher, her knees passing over my shoulders until they rested on either side of my head. I reached up to confirm what lay just inches above my face and grazed the same hairy splendor I sampled back at the hotel. Inhaling deeply, I picked up traces of the same body wash on her thighs. I was ready to dive back in, so I reached up and grabbed Leah’s hips, then pulled her pussy down toward my awaiting tongue. I paused as her short curly hair began painting her scent onto my face. The scent of arousal overpowered my senses. But? Something strange? I froze. The contradiction awoke my twilight dream state.“Why did you stop, Gunnar?” From the darkness came Jorunn’s voice! The dream of Leah's nocturnal visit was replaced by the reality of a beautiful young woman revealing her devotion and desire to this 56 year old guy.I was stunned. I couldn’t reveal the real reason I stopped; was uncertainty. Jorunn’s pussy smelled different than Leah’s! I hadn’t noticed any difference between Leah’s and Jorunn’s tall, fit bodies. If there were any, they were undetectable in the darkness, especially with only my brief exposure to Leah. “I can’t do this with you, Jorunn.” I softly and sincerely spoke.“I want to make love to you tonight, Gunnar. More than anything in the world. Am I not pretty enough? Has not enough time passed since your wife’s funeral? You are the only man in the world I can love to, without fear of being hurt.”“Jorunn, you are an incredibly beautiful woman. For months, I fantasized about holding you in my arms, kissing you, and wishing to be exactly where I am now. But yesterday, I met your mother.”Jorunn asked, “Did she order you not to have sex with me?”I replied, “It’s not that. I think I’m falling in love with Leah. We spent a wonderful day together, and she swept me off my feet. If that love turns out to be mutual, I am prepared to pledge my heart totally to her and her alone. A lifetime commitment, one I will never dishonor. The only reason you and I got this far tonight is that in the darkness and my dream state, I thought you were Leah. I never would have done it otherwise.” But you are a lovely and desirable woman. I respect you and Leah. So much that I cannot be false to either of you. And I cannot dishonor myself, by doing what I know is dishonorable.”Jorunn shifted positions and lay next to me in the bed. In the darkness, Jorunn whispered, “You are so unlike my father. He always put himself first. I was ready to give myself to you tonight. You could have kept quiet and let it happen. Then lied about it to my mother in the morning. But you didn’t. You are a better man than my father ever was, and I know you will make my mother happy. Please don’t be afraid to give her, and yourself, a chance. She really needs someone like you in her life.”I heard a soft sob and reached out to touch Jorunn’s face. She was crying. Jorunn came into my bedroom tonight, looking for someone to love. She didn’t know about Leah and me, or what happened between us at the hotel. I very much doubt her mother would have told her. I admired what Jorunn just did. She was sacrificing her chance at love so that her mother might have one. Jorunn knew that she bore the duty to initiate affection, after so harshly rejecting my romantic advances, last week.Silence followed, before Jorunn finally said, “What you have shown me, Gunnar, is that there are still good men in this world. But I am still afraid to look for them.”I thought back to the day Jorunn and I went sledging. “Remember what you told me at Korketrekkeren? You don’t need to be afraid of looking for a man, Jorunn. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try looking for a man. Promise me that you will push off, just like riding a sledge, and start looking. When you reach the bottom of that scary hill, you will no longer be afraid, and someone you love will be waiting there for you.”“I will, Gunnar. I promise. And thank you.” Jorunn climbed out of my bed and closed the door as she left.Christmas EveDecember 24 - MorningI woke up in the guest room bed. Hearing noises and holiday folk music in the kitchen, I dressed and went downstairs. Leah smiled and said, “God Jul!”, Norwegian's way of saying merry Christmas. Then she made me scrambled eggs with smoked salmon. Afterward, I enjoyed a slice of fruited Christmas Cake with coffee.“Leah, there is something I need to tell you. Jorunn came into my room last night looking for a man to love. In the darkness and my dream state, I thought it was you. It took a moment for me to realize it was Jorunn, and I stopped myself before going too far. Jorunn and I talked, and I confessed my love for you, to her. She understood, and asked that I give that love a chance. I want to do that. I asked Jorunn to no longer be afraid to look for love, and she agreed.”“Thank you for telling me, Gunnar. I have struggled to get Jorunn to go on dates after her father hurt her so badly. You must be a special man to find a place in her heart.”Leah sat down at the table with me, and continued; “I trust Jorunn, and now I trust you. So you will know, I will come to you tonight, bearing a lighted candle.”I said, “That sounds romantic.” My cock jolted to attention, under my trousers. I smiled and winked.Leah replied, “Wait until you see what I will be wearing.” She stood and returned to her baking, as the soft holiday music filled the busy kitchen. Leah's hips softly gyrated to the soft beat as she hummed with the lyrics.Jorunn came down later for breakfast, and after eating, she announced she would be working on edits and voiceovers for her recent videos. Since they were related to Christmas, she wanted to finish them to post them later tonight.Just before lunch, Leah led me back to the television and as we snuggled on the couch, she turned on “Tre Notter til Askepott”, a 1973 Czech reenactment of Cinderella, dubbed into Norwegian. The story was familiar, with Cinderella granted three wishes. It was enjoyable, but the dubbed dialog did not quite match the lips of the actors, so I needed to concentrate on what they were saying. Leah mentioned that this show is so popular in Norway, that storms of protest arose one year when they decided not to broadcast it. They ended up sending it out later in the holiday.Jorunn joined Leah and me for lunch. We ate Risengrynsgrot, which is rice porridge cooked with milk, sugar, and vanilla. We each had a bowl, and hiding in one of the three bowls was an almond. I suspected possible cheating such that I would be the one getting the almond, but as it turned out, Jorunn got the lucky bowl. As her prize, Leah gave Jorunn a chocolate-covered marzipan pig, an oddity for certain, but part of the tradition. There was porridge left over, and Leah said she would use it to make Riskrem, the delicious rice dessert eaten after tonight’s dinner. Solveig’s Riskrem was one of my favorite parts of the holiday season, and I was looking forward to tasting Leah’s.Leah turned to me and said, “If you want to eat, you must help in the kitchen.”Cooking was not something I knew very well, and after Leah led me into the kitchen, I let her know that. But since we were alone, I moved behind her, pulled her blonde hair aside, and nuzzled her neck.Leah said, “If you don’t stop, Gunnar, it will take longer before we eat.” But she wiggled her hips into my crotch before spinning out of my embrace.I helped Leah remove a large roasting pan from the refrigerator and put it in the oven. “That’s a strange-looking piece of meat,” I said.Leah replied, “It is called Ribbe, or roasted pork belly. It is one of the most popular Christmas meals in Norway. I scored the fat layer on top two days ago into a checkerboard pattern. Once cooked, the bottom meat stays tender while the cracklings on top get crispy.”Leah handed me a vegetable peeler and pointed to a bag of potatoes. I needed no further instructions on this. While I worked, Leah flittered around the kitchen, preparing the side dishes. She looked genuinely happy, and we talked and laughed and told tales of Christmases long ago.Just as we pulled the Ribbe from the oven, church bells began ringing from multiple sources. It was 17:00.“It seems like an odd time for church bells,” I said.Leah replied, “In Scandinavia, a new day traditionally starts at sundown, not midnight. Following the old ways, Christmas Day has arrived. It is time to eat.”Jorunn joined us in the mad flurry of activity as places were set, and food moved from the kitchen to the dining room. On the table was Ribbe, boiled potatoes, meatballs, gravy, sausages, sauerkraut, prunes, and lingonberries. Leah poured each of us a tall glass of juleøl, a dark spiced ale, brewed during Christmas all over Norway. She said at one time, a Norwegian king made it illegal to Not brew Christmas Ale. Everything was delicious, and I ate until I could stuff in no more.After dinner, we cleaned up and went into the living room to enjoy coffee, cookies, and a small bowl of Riskrem. I wondered why Leah brought out four bowls of Riskrem. Three topped with whipped cream and a berry sauce, one with only a blob of butter in the middle.Leah said, “We set out a bowl of porridge every Christmas for the fjøsnissen. The tradition evolved from the days when farming families would offer porridge to their barn elf, or nisse. The nisse takes care of the animals in the barn during winter so they don’t get sick. If you don’t do this, the fjøsnissen will play tricks on you.”As we nibbled, Jorunn set the bowl of porridge outside the front door for the fjøsnissen. Then we sat and watched an American Christmas movie on television. After it ended, Leah announced it was time to open the presents. I suspected this would happen and was glad I bought a gift for both Leah and Jorunn. We each dispersed, returned with our packages, and placed them under the Christmas tree.As expected, Leah and Jorunn shared the most gifts for each other, opening the usual mix of chocolates, clothing, and kitchen items. Then Jorunn handed me a gift from her. I opened it and found a DVD labeled, 'Christmas in Norway Tour’, along with a link and instructions to download the video if I preferred. Jorunn told me she made an hour-long video of all the things we did together over the past week, adding music and voiceovers so I would remember the now-completed tour. In exceedingly small letters, at the bottom of the instructions, I saw a link for a story with a similar name and suspected it might be one full of adjectives.Jorunn then opened my gift to her. I remembered the small camera she used this past week and bought her a new top-of-the-line digital camera. From her reaction, I did well.Leah then opened my gift to her. I purchased a genuinely nice Advent star to hang in her window, since she did not have one. It was large and electrically lit and after opening it, she wanted to hang it up right away, which we did. Then we went outside to see how it looked. Leah kissed me and whispered that the Advent Star possessed a special meaning for her this year, a sign of brighter days ahead.Seeing us standing outside, a Julenissen crossed the street and came up to us. The man, dressed in a red jacket with a matching pointed red hat, carried a cloth sack. He was older, and his white beard looked genuine.Jorunn yelled, “God Jul, Julenissen!”As the Julenissen joined us, Leah said, “Nice to see you again, Mr. Bjornstad.”The Julenissen opened a small cloth sack, pulled out a straw goat wrapped with red ribbons, and handed it to Jorunn. Leah explained that the Julenissen come around to houses on Christmas Eve to hand out presents and chocolate to the children. Often, more than one Julenissen would knock on your door during the evening. Unlike America, children get to meet the Julenissen in Norway.“It wouldn’t be the same this year without one of your julebukk!” said an excited Jorunn. Mr. Bjornstad had been coming to Jorunn’s house for a long time, and told us he likes to keep alive the old Norse traditions, such as the julebukk. In addition to handing out hand-made gifts, he tells folklore stories and tales from the days of the Vikings. What a wonderful thing to do to preserve the ancient Norse legacy of sagas and storytelling.Leah excused herself as Mr. Bjornstad started telling such a tale to Jorunn and me. He described Valhalla, where Odin and the brave warriors would train by day, and feast on roast boar and ale at night. Leah returned a moment later with four glasses of Aquavit. We toasted the season and sipped our Aquavit with the Julenissen after the story ended. We then sang a Christmas song together.Then we went back inside and watched the DVD that Jorunn made. The tour sounded exciting and full of fun, which indeed, it was. It also gave Leah another chance to see me in action. It was a full evening, and close to 23:00 when the DVD ended. We were all tired, and it was time for bed. Jorunn told us she was going upstairs to take a shower. Leah and I followed her up to our two bedrooms.A Single CandleDecember 24th - Late EveningFive minutes later, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Opening it, Leah stood there, holding a single candle, and wearing a lavender-colored silk nightgown and robe set. The half-sleeve wrap robe only partially covered her nightgown, leaving the lace-trimmed bustline and hem of her nightgown exposed. She put a finger to her mouth and whispered, “Shhh!” Then she led me by hand to her bedroom. The only light inside came from her single candle.My eyes quickly adjusted, or perhaps it was just my intent stare, “You look incredible.”Leah

Poetry and baring the soul.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Arriving at her house, Leah and I carried my clothes up to the spare bedroom. I thanked Leah once again, then kissed her.Leah softly whispered, “Jorunn is downstairs!”I replied in the same whisper, “Then kiss me quietly.” And she did.I spent the remainder of the day doing my laundry, once Leah showed me how to use her Norwegian washing machine. Leah opened the clothes drying rack, and when done, I laid my clothes out to dry.For dinner, Leah prepared salmon fillets with boiled potatoes. As Jorunn and Leah washed the dishes, I sat on the center seat of the sofa, reflecting on the day. When they finished, both Jorunn and Leah rushed into the living room, extremely excited, and sat down on either side of me. Jorunn turned on the television and switched to Norwegian National Television. I wondered what the fuss was about.“Five more minutes,” yelped Jorunn.After a brief introduction, an old black-and-white movie started. Both Jorunn and Leah snuggled up tight against me and I put my arms around them. It felt great. The show, called “Dinner for One”, featured a 90-year-old countess celebrating her birthday. She invited four friends but outlived them all. Her butler decides to impersonate each of the four missing guests. As he slips into each of the roles, he drinks a toast, and quickly becomes intoxicated, leading to numerous sight gags. It felt good to laugh along with people again. It was rather short, and when it ended, Leah told me it was the most repeated television show of all time and is quite popular in Scandinavian countries and northern Europe.Leah and Jorunn went around rearranging and straightening Christmas decorations, then announced it was time to make Julekurver. I heard of them, but never actually made one. Made of paper, they are heart-shaped and filled with sweets.We quickly cleared the dining room table, then covered it with red and white paper, a plastic rule, a plastic circle, and scissor. Leah and Jorunn both moved quickly, folding a sheet of paper of each color, and I followed their action. Then it was time to measure and cut, and fortunately, they slowed down to allow me to keep up. Using a circle, we marked a half circle and cut the excess away. Then cut strips into the paper, not going all the way across. We wove the red and white papers together in a checkerboard pattern and unfolded them into a perfect heart shape. I thought the process rather inefficient and decided to show off my engineering skills from 3M by making a fancier one. As I unfolded it, Jorunn and Leah laughed, and a moment later, I discovered one way not to make a Julekurver.After a long and active day, I was tired, so I went to bed. Both Jorunn and Leah were talking softly in the living room as I drifted off to sleep.A nocturnal visitorDecember 23rd - Just Before MidnightI was startled awake when I heard my bedroom door close, followed by a soft, “Shush!”I listened closely in the total darkness for footsteps and heard someone approach my bed. Leah must be ready to resume what we started back at the hotel! A hand pulled back the covers, and instinctively I slid toward the middle of the bed to make space. Leah slid in next to me and drew the covers back over us.Leah moved and shifted, and a hand found the back of my head. I expected her lips to follow, and they did. Soft and gentle, a wonderful way for my nocturnal visitor to say hello. Leah told me at the hotel she did not want to feel rushed, so there was no urgency. Her lips retreated, and her hand slid down to caress my cheek, as delicate fingers gently stroked me.I reached out and found her left shoulder as Leah faced me, then marveled at the smoothness as my hand traced her arm downward. Approaching her hand, I extended further to touch her hip. I began softly rubbing, but her ass beckoned, and my hand moved to cup and squeeze her firm cheek. My fingers began shooting sensations of warmth, softness, and inner firmness directly to my brain. I pulled Leah tight against me and discovered she was already completely naked.Leah swung her left leg over me and moved to an upright position, straddling my crotch. Beneath my boxer shorts, my erect cock fought for release. Her hand found my cock within its shelter but did not liberate it. Instead, her hand pushed my cock flat against my lower stomach, and she slid forward, trapping it with the swollen outer lips of her pussy. Leah began slowly gyrating, and even through the fabric of my boxers, I felt her pussy lips spreading as they slid along either side of my hidden cock.The hushed sounds of Leah cooing and moaning barely reached my ears, as dampness built between us. I reached up with both hands, found her small breasts, and used my thumbs to tease her nipples to an erection. A heavy breath followed by a long ‘uh. Oh; Ah!’ brought me close to premature orgasm, but this was not what Leah wanted, so I held back.Leah must have sensed I was close. She stopped gyrating, lifted herself, and then began inching herself up my torso. She paused for a moment and sat on my chest, then her hands reached out to touch my face. Two fingertips began touring my facial features as if Leah wanted to memorize every feature of my face. In the darkness, my senses heightened, her fingers swirled, and circled, and glided over me. I never would have imagined how erotic it felt.Leah resumed moving higher, her knees passing over my shoulders until they rested on either side of my head. I reached up to confirm what lay just inches above my face and grazed the same hairy splendor I sampled back at the hotel. Inhaling deeply, I picked up traces of the same body wash on her thighs. I was ready to dive back in, so I reached up and grabbed Leah’s hips, then pulled her pussy down toward my awaiting tongue. I paused as her short curly hair began painting her scent onto my face. The scent of arousal overpowered my senses. But? Something strange? I froze. The contradiction awoke my twilight dream state.“Why did you stop, Gunnar?” From the darkness came Jorunn’s voice! The dream of Leah's nocturnal visit was replaced by the reality of a beautiful young woman revealing her devotion and desire to this 56 year old guy.I was stunned. I couldn’t reveal the real reason I stopped; was uncertainty. Jorunn’s pussy smelled different than Leah’s! I hadn’t noticed any difference between Leah’s and Jorunn’s tall, fit bodies. If there were any, they were undetectable in the darkness, especially with only my brief exposure to Leah. “I can’t do this with you, Jorunn.” I softly and sincerely spoke.“I want to make love to you tonight, Gunnar. More than anything in the world. Am I not pretty enough? Has not enough time passed since your wife’s funeral? You are the only man in the world I can love to, without fear of being hurt.”“Jorunn, you are an incredibly beautiful woman. For months, I fantasized about holding you in my arms, kissing you, and wishing to be exactly where I am now. But yesterday, I met your mother.”Jorunn asked, “Did she order you not to have sex with me?”I replied, “It’s not that. I think I’m falling in love with Leah. We spent a wonderful day together, and she swept me off my feet. If that love turns out to be mutual, I am prepared to pledge my heart totally to her and her alone. A lifetime commitment, one I will never dishonor. The only reason you and I got this far tonight is that in the darkness and my dream state, I thought you were Leah. I never would have done it otherwise.” But you are a lovely and desirable woman. I respect you and Leah. So much that I cannot be false to either of you. And I cannot dishonor myself, by doing what I know is dishonorable.”Jorunn shifted positions and lay next to me in the bed. In the darkness, Jorunn whispered, “You are so unlike my father. He always put himself first. I was ready to give myself to you tonight. You could have kept quiet and let it happen. Then lied about it to my mother in the morning. But you didn’t. You are a better man than my father ever was, and I know you will make my mother happy. Please don’t be afraid to give her, and yourself, a chance. She really needs someone like you in her life.”I heard a soft sob and reached out to touch Jorunn’s face. She was crying. Jorunn came into my bedroom tonight, looking for someone to love. She didn’t know about Leah and me, or what happened between us at the hotel. I very much doubt her mother would have told her. I admired what Jorunn just did. She was sacrificing her chance at love so that her mother might have one. Jorunn knew that she bore the duty to initiate affection, after so harshly rejecting my romantic advances, last week.Silence followed, before Jorunn finally said, “What you have shown me, Gunnar, is that there are still good men in this world. But I am still afraid to look for them.”I thought back to the day Jorunn and I went sledging. “Remember what you told me at Korketrekkeren? You don’t need to be afraid of looking for a man, Jorunn. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try looking for a man. Promise me that you will push off, just like riding a sledge, and start looking. When you reach the bottom of that scary hill, you will no longer be afraid, and someone you love will be waiting there for you.”“I will, Gunnar. I promise. And thank you.” Jorunn climbed out of my bed and closed the door as she left.Christmas EveDecember 24 - MorningI woke up in the guest room bed. Hearing noises and holiday folk music in the kitchen, I dressed and went downstairs. Leah smiled and said, “God Jul!”, Norwegian's way of saying merry Christmas. Then she made me scrambled eggs with smoked salmon. Afterward, I enjoyed a slice of fruited Christmas Cake with coffee.“Leah, there is something I need to tell you. Jorunn came into my room last night looking for a man to love. In the darkness and my dream state, I thought it was you. It took a moment for me to realize it was Jorunn, and I stopped myself before going too far. Jorunn and I talked, and I confessed my love for you, to her. She understood, and asked that I give that love a chance. I want to do that. I asked Jorunn to no longer be afraid to look for love, and she agreed.”“Thank you for telling me, Gunnar. I have struggled to get Jorunn to go on dates after her father hurt her so badly. You must be a special man to find a place in her heart.”Leah sat down at the table with me, and continued; “I trust Jorunn, and now I trust you. So you will know, I will come to you tonight, bearing a lighted candle.”I said, “That sounds romantic.” My cock jolted to attention, under my trousers. I smiled and winked.Leah replied, “Wait until you see what I will be wearing.” She stood and returned to her baking, as the soft holiday music filled the busy kitchen. Leah's hips softly gyrated to the soft beat as she hummed with the lyrics.Jorunn came down later for breakfast, and after eating, she announced she would be working on edits and voiceovers for her recent videos. Since they were related to Christmas, she wanted to finish them to post them later tonight.Just before lunch, Leah led me back to the television and as we snuggled on the couch, she turned on “Tre Notter til Askepott”, a 1973 Czech reenactment of Cinderella, dubbed into Norwegian. The story was familiar, with Cinderella granted three wishes. It was enjoyable, but the dubbed dialog did not quite match the lips of the actors, so I needed to concentrate on what they were saying. Leah mentioned that this show is so popular in Norway, that storms of protest arose one year when they decided not to broadcast it. They ended up sending it out later in the holiday.Jorunn joined Leah and me for lunch. We ate Risengrynsgrot, which is rice porridge cooked with milk, sugar, and vanilla. We each had a bowl, and hiding in one of the three bowls was an almond. I suspected possible cheating such that I would be the one getting the almond, but as it turned out, Jorunn got the lucky bowl. As her prize, Leah gave Jorunn a chocolate-covered marzipan pig, an oddity for certain, but part of the tradition. There was porridge left over, and Leah said she would use it to make Riskrem, the delicious rice dessert eaten after tonight’s dinner. Solveig’s Riskrem was one of my favorite parts of the holiday season, and I was looking forward to tasting Leah’s.Leah turned to me and said, “If you want to eat, you must help in the kitchen.”Cooking was not something I knew very well, and after Leah led me into the kitchen, I let her know that. But since we were alone, I moved behind her, pulled her blonde hair aside, and nuzzled her neck.Leah said, “If you don’t stop, Gunnar, it will take longer before we eat.” But she wiggled her hips into my crotch before spinning out of my embrace.I helped Leah remove a large roasting pan from the refrigerator and put it in the oven. “That’s a strange-looking piece of meat,” I said.Leah replied, “It is called Ribbe, or roasted pork belly. It is one of the most popular Christmas meals in Norway. I scored the fat layer on top two days ago into a checkerboard pattern. Once cooked, the bottom meat stays tender while the cracklings on top get crispy.”Leah handed me a vegetable peeler and pointed to a bag of potatoes. I needed no further instructions on this. While I worked, Leah flittered around the kitchen, preparing the side dishes. She looked genuinely happy, and we talked and laughed and told tales of Christmases long ago.Just as we pulled the Ribbe from the oven, church bells began ringing from multiple sources. It was 17:00.“It seems like an odd time for church bells,” I said.Leah replied, “In Scandinavia, a new day traditionally starts at sundown, not midnight. Following the old ways, Christmas Day has arrived. It is time to eat.”Jorunn joined us in the mad flurry of activity as places were set, and food moved from the kitchen to the dining room. On the table was Ribbe, boiled potatoes, meatballs, gravy, sausages, sauerkraut, prunes, and lingonberries. Leah poured each of us a tall glass of juleøl, a dark spiced ale, brewed during Christmas all over Norway. She said at one time, a Norwegian king made it illegal to Not brew Christmas Ale. Everything was delicious, and I ate until I could stuff in no more.After dinner, we cleaned up and went into the living room to enjoy coffee, cookies, and a small bowl of Riskrem. I wondered why Leah brought out four bowls of Riskrem. Three topped with whipped cream and a berry sauce, one with only a blob of butter in the middle.Leah said, “We set out a bowl of porridge every Christmas for the fjøsnissen. The tradition evolved from the days when farming families would offer porridge to their barn elf, or nisse. The nisse takes care of the animals in the barn during winter so they don’t get sick. If you don’t do this, the fjøsnissen will play tricks on you.”As we nibbled, Jorunn set the bowl of porridge outside the front door for the fjøsnissen. Then we sat and watched an American Christmas movie on television. After it ended, Leah announced it was time to open the presents. I suspected this would happen and was glad I bought a gift for both Leah and Jorunn. We each dispersed, returned with our packages, and placed them under the Christmas tree.As expected, Leah and Jorunn shared the most gifts for each other, opening the usual mix of chocolates, clothing, and kitchen items. Then Jorunn handed me a gift from her. I opened it and found a DVD labeled, 'Christmas in Norway Tour’, along with a link and instructions to download the video if I preferred. Jorunn told me she made an hour-long video of all the things we did together over the past week, adding music and voiceovers so I would remember the now-completed tour. In exceedingly small letters, at the bottom of the instructions, I saw a link for a story with a similar name and suspected it might be one full of adjectives.Jorunn then opened my gift to her. I remembered the small camera she used this past week and bought her a new top-of-the-line digital camera. From her reaction, I did well.Leah then opened my gift to her. I purchased a genuinely nice Advent star to hang in her window, since she did not have one. It was large and electrically lit and after opening it, she wanted to hang it up right away, which we did. Then we went outside to see how it looked. Leah kissed me and whispered that the Advent Star possessed a special meaning for her this year, a sign of brighter days ahead.Seeing us standing outside, a Julenissen crossed the street and came up to us. The man, dressed in a red jacket with a matching pointed red hat, carried a cloth sack. He was older, and his white beard looked genuine.Jorunn yelled, “God Jul, Julenissen!”As the Julenissen joined us, Leah said, “Nice to see you again, Mr. Bjornstad.”The Julenissen opened a small cloth sack, pulled out a straw goat wrapped with red ribbons, and handed it to Jorunn. Leah explained that the Julenissen come around to houses on Christmas Eve to hand out presents and chocolate to the children. Often, more than one Julenissen would knock on your door during the evening. Unlike America, children get to meet the Julenissen in Norway.“It wouldn’t be the same this year without one of your julebukk!” said an excited Jorunn. Mr. Bjornstad had been coming to Jorunn’s house for a long time, and told us he likes to keep alive the old Norse traditions, such as the julebukk. In addition to handing out hand-made gifts, he tells folklore stories and tales from the days of the Vikings. What a wonderful thing to do to preserve the ancient Norse legacy of sagas and storytelling.Leah excused herself as Mr. Bjornstad started telling such a tale to Jorunn and me. He described Valhalla, where Odin and the brave warriors would train by day, and feast on roast boar and ale at night. Leah returned a moment later with four glasses of Aquavit. We toasted the season and sipped our Aquavit with the Julenissen after the story ended. We then sang a Christmas song together.Then we went back inside and watched the DVD that Jorunn made. The tour sounded exciting and full of fun, which indeed, it was. It also gave Leah another chance to see me in action. It was a full evening, and close to 23:00 when the DVD ended. We were all tired, and it was time for bed. Jorunn told us she was going upstairs to take a shower. Leah and I followed her up to our two bedrooms.A Single CandleDecember 24th - Late EveningFive minutes later, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Opening it, Leah stood there, holding a single candle, and wearing a lavender-colored silk nightgown and robe set. The half-sleeve wrap robe only partially covered her nightgown, leaving the lace-trimmed bustline and hem of her nightgown exposed. She put a finger to her mouth and whispered, “Shhh!” Then she led me by hand to her bedroom. The only light inside came from her single candle.My eyes quickly adjusted, or perhaps it was just my intent stare, “You look incredible.”Leah

Poetry and baring the soul.Based on a post by Jorunn, in 4 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected.Arriving at her house, Leah and I carried my clothes up to the spare bedroom. I thanked Leah once again, then kissed her.Leah softly whispered, “Jorunn is downstairs!”I replied in the same whisper, “Then kiss me quietly.” And she did.I spent the remainder of the day doing my laundry, once Leah showed me how to use her Norwegian washing machine. Leah opened the clothes drying rack, and when done, I laid my clothes out to dry.For dinner, Leah prepared salmon fillets with boiled potatoes. As Jorunn and Leah washed the dishes, I sat on the center seat of the sofa, reflecting on the day. When they finished, both Jorunn and Leah rushed into the living room, extremely excited, and sat down on either side of me. Jorunn turned on the television and switched to Norwegian National Television. I wondered what the fuss was about.“Five more minutes,” yelped Jorunn.After a brief introduction, an old black-and-white movie started. Both Jorunn and Leah snuggled up tight against me and I put my arms around them. It felt great. The show, called “Dinner for One”, featured a 90-year-old countess celebrating her birthday. She invited four friends but outlived them all. Her butler decides to impersonate each of the four missing guests. As he slips into each of the roles, he drinks a toast, and quickly becomes intoxicated, leading to numerous sight gags. It felt good to laugh along with people again. It was rather short, and when it ended, Leah told me it was the most repeated television show of all time and is quite popular in Scandinavian countries and northern Europe.Leah and Jorunn went around rearranging and straightening Christmas decorations, then announced it was time to make Julekurver. I heard of them, but never actually made one. Made of paper, they are heart-shaped and filled with sweets.We quickly cleared the dining room table, then covered it with red and white paper, a plastic rule, a plastic circle, and scissor. Leah and Jorunn both moved quickly, folding a sheet of paper of each color, and I followed their action. Then it was time to measure and cut, and fortunately, they slowed down to allow me to keep up. Using a circle, we marked a half circle and cut the excess away. Then cut strips into the paper, not going all the way across. We wove the red and white papers together in a checkerboard pattern and unfolded them into a perfect heart shape. I thought the process rather inefficient and decided to show off my engineering skills from 3M by making a fancier one. As I unfolded it, Jorunn and Leah laughed, and a moment later, I discovered one way not to make a Julekurver.After a long and active day, I was tired, so I went to bed. Both Jorunn and Leah were talking softly in the living room as I drifted off to sleep.A nocturnal visitorDecember 23rd - Just Before MidnightI was startled awake when I heard my bedroom door close, followed by a soft, “Shush!”I listened closely in the total darkness for footsteps and heard someone approach my bed. Leah must be ready to resume what we started back at the hotel! A hand pulled back the covers, and instinctively I slid toward the middle of the bed to make space. Leah slid in next to me and drew the covers back over us.Leah moved and shifted, and a hand found the back of my head. I expected her lips to follow, and they did. Soft and gentle, a wonderful way for my nocturnal visitor to say hello. Leah told me at the hotel she did not want to feel rushed, so there was no urgency. Her lips retreated, and her hand slid down to caress my cheek, as delicate fingers gently stroked me.I reached out and found her left shoulder as Leah faced me, then marveled at the smoothness as my hand traced her arm downward. Approaching her hand, I extended further to touch her hip. I began softly rubbing, but her ass beckoned, and my hand moved to cup and squeeze her firm cheek. My fingers began shooting sensations of warmth, softness, and inner firmness directly to my brain. I pulled Leah tight against me and discovered she was already completely naked.Leah swung her left leg over me and moved to an upright position, straddling my crotch. Beneath my boxer shorts, my erect cock fought for release. Her hand found my cock within its shelter but did not liberate it. Instead, her hand pushed my cock flat against my lower stomach, and she slid forward, trapping it with the swollen outer lips of her pussy. Leah began slowly gyrating, and even through the fabric of my boxers, I felt her pussy lips spreading as they slid along either side of my hidden cock.The hushed sounds of Leah cooing and moaning barely reached my ears, as dampness built between us. I reached up with both hands, found her small breasts, and used my thumbs to tease her nipples to an erection. A heavy breath followed by a long ‘uh. Oh; Ah!’ brought me close to premature orgasm, but this was not what Leah wanted, so I held back.Leah must have sensed I was close. She stopped gyrating, lifted herself, and then began inching herself up my torso. She paused for a moment and sat on my chest, then her hands reached out to touch my face. Two fingertips began touring my facial features as if Leah wanted to memorize every feature of my face. In the darkness, my senses heightened, her fingers swirled, and circled, and glided over me. I never would have imagined how erotic it felt.Leah resumed moving higher, her knees passing over my shoulders until they rested on either side of my head. I reached up to confirm what lay just inches above my face and grazed the same hairy splendor I sampled back at the hotel. Inhaling deeply, I picked up traces of the same body wash on her thighs. I was ready to dive back in, so I reached up and grabbed Leah’s hips, then pulled her pussy down toward my awaiting tongue. I paused as her short curly hair began painting her scent onto my face. The scent of arousal overpowered my senses. But? Something strange? I froze. The contradiction awoke my twilight dream state.“Why did you stop, Gunnar?” From the darkness came Jorunn’s voice! The dream of Leah's nocturnal visit was replaced by the reality of a beautiful young woman revealing her devotion and desire to this 56 year old guy.I was stunned. I couldn’t reveal the real reason I stopped; was uncertainty. Jorunn’s pussy smelled different than Leah’s! I hadn’t noticed any difference between Leah’s and Jorunn’s tall, fit bodies. If there were any, they were undetectable in the darkness, especially with only my brief exposure to Leah. “I can’t do this with you, Jorunn.” I softly and sincerely spoke.“I want to make love to you tonight, Gunnar. More than anything in the world. Am I not pretty enough? Has not enough time passed since your wife’s funeral? You are the only man in the world I can love to, without fear of being hurt.”“Jorunn, you are an incredibly beautiful woman. For months, I fantasized about holding you in my arms, kissing you, and wishing to be exactly where I am now. But yesterday, I met your mother.”Jorunn asked, “Did she order you not to have sex with me?”I replied, “It’s not that. I think I’m falling in love with Leah. We spent a wonderful day together, and she swept me off my feet. If that love turns out to be mutual, I am prepared to pledge my heart totally to her and her alone. A lifetime commitment, one I will never dishonor. The only reason you and I got this far tonight is that in the darkness and my dream state, I thought you were Leah. I never would have done it otherwise.” But you are a lovely and desirable woman. I respect you and Leah. So much that I cannot be false to either of you. And I cannot dishonor myself, by doing what I know is dishonorable.”Jorunn shifted positions and lay next to me in the bed. In the darkness, Jorunn whispered, “You are so unlike my father. He always put himself first. I was ready to give myself to you tonight. You could have kept quiet and let it happen. Then lied about it to my mother in the morning. But you didn’t. You are a better man than my father ever was, and I know you will make my mother happy. Please don’t be afraid to give her, and yourself, a chance. She really needs someone like you in her life.”I heard a soft sob and reached out to touch Jorunn’s face. She was crying. Jorunn came into my bedroom tonight, looking for someone to love. She didn’t know about Leah and me, or what happened between us at the hotel. I very much doubt her mother would have told her. I admired what Jorunn just did. She was sacrificing her chance at love so that her mother might have one. Jorunn knew that she bore the duty to initiate affection, after so harshly rejecting my romantic advances, last week.Silence followed, before Jorunn finally said, “What you have shown me, Gunnar, is that there are still good men in this world. But I am still afraid to look for them.”I thought back to the day Jorunn and I went sledging. “Remember what you told me at Korketrekkeren? You don’t need to be afraid of looking for a man, Jorunn. What you need to be afraid of is being too afraid to try looking for a man. Promise me that you will push off, just like riding a sledge, and start looking. When you reach the bottom of that scary hill, you will no longer be afraid, and someone you love will be waiting there for you.”“I will, Gunnar. I promise. And thank you.” Jorunn climbed out of my bed and closed the door as she left.Christmas EveDecember 24 - MorningI woke up in the guest room bed. Hearing noises and holiday folk music in the kitchen, I dressed and went downstairs. Leah smiled and said, “God Jul!”, Norwegian's way of saying merry Christmas. Then she made me scrambled eggs with smoked salmon. Afterward, I enjoyed a slice of fruited Christmas Cake with coffee.“Leah, there is something I need to tell you. Jorunn came into my room last night looking for a man to love. In the darkness and my dream state, I thought it was you. It took a moment for me to realize it was Jorunn, and I stopped myself before going too far. Jorunn and I talked, and I confessed my love for you, to her. She understood, and asked that I give that love a chance. I want to do that. I asked Jorunn to no longer be afraid to look for love, and she agreed.”“Thank you for telling me, Gunnar. I have struggled to get Jorunn to go on dates after her father hurt her so badly. You must be a special man to find a place in her heart.”Leah sat down at the table with me, and continued; “I trust Jorunn, and now I trust you. So you will know, I will come to you tonight, bearing a lighted candle.”I said, “That sounds romantic.” My cock jolted to attention, under my trousers. I smiled and winked.Leah replied, “Wait until you see what I will be wearing.” She stood and returned to her baking, as the soft holiday music filled the busy kitchen. Leah's hips softly gyrated to the soft beat as she hummed with the lyrics.Jorunn came down later for breakfast, and after eating, she announced she would be working on edits and voiceovers for her recent videos. Since they were related to Christmas, she wanted to finish them to post them later tonight.Just before lunch, Leah led me back to the television and as we snuggled on the couch, she turned on “Tre Notter til Askepott”, a 1973 Czech reenactment of Cinderella, dubbed into Norwegian. The story was familiar, with Cinderella granted three wishes. It was enjoyable, but the dubbed dialog did not quite match the lips of the actors, so I needed to concentrate on what they were saying. Leah mentioned that this show is so popular in Norway, that storms of protest arose one year when they decided not to broadcast it. They ended up sending it out later in the holiday.Jorunn joined Leah and me for lunch. We ate Risengrynsgrot, which is rice porridge cooked with milk, sugar, and vanilla. We each had a bowl, and hiding in one of the three bowls was an almond. I suspected possible cheating such that I would be the one getting the almond, but as it turned out, Jorunn got the lucky bowl. As her prize, Leah gave Jorunn a chocolate-covered marzipan pig, an oddity for certain, but part of the tradition. There was porridge left over, and Leah said she would use it to make Riskrem, the delicious rice dessert eaten after tonight’s dinner. Solveig’s Riskrem was one of my favorite parts of the holiday season, and I was looking forward to tasting Leah’s.Leah turned to me and said, “If you want to eat, you must help in the kitchen.”Cooking was not something I knew very well, and after Leah led me into the kitchen, I let her know that. But since we were alone, I moved behind her, pulled her blonde hair aside, and nuzzled her neck.Leah said, “If you don’t stop, Gunnar, it will take longer before we eat.” But she wiggled her hips into my crotch before spinning out of my embrace.I helped Leah remove a large roasting pan from the refrigerator and put it in the oven. “That’s a strange-looking piece of meat,” I said.Leah replied, “It is called Ribbe, or roasted pork belly. It is one of the most popular Christmas meals in Norway. I scored the fat layer on top two days ago into a checkerboard pattern. Once cooked, the bottom meat stays tender while the cracklings on top get crispy.”Leah handed me a vegetable peeler and pointed to a bag of potatoes. I needed no further instructions on this. While I worked, Leah flittered around the kitchen, preparing the side dishes. She looked genuinely happy, and we talked and laughed and told tales of Christmases long ago.Just as we pulled the Ribbe from the oven, church bells began ringing from multiple sources. It was 17:00.“It seems like an odd time for church bells,” I said.Leah replied, “In Scandinavia, a new day traditionally starts at sundown, not midnight. Following the old ways, Christmas Day has arrived. It is time to eat.”Jorunn joined us in the mad flurry of activity as places were set, and food moved from the kitchen to the dining room. On the table was Ribbe, boiled potatoes, meatballs, gravy, sausages, sauerkraut, prunes, and lingonberries. Leah poured each of us a tall glass of juleøl, a dark spiced ale, brewed during Christmas all over Norway. She said at one time, a Norwegian king made it illegal to Not brew Christmas Ale. Everything was delicious, and I ate until I could stuff in no more.After dinner, we cleaned up and went into the living room to enjoy coffee, cookies, and a small bowl of Riskrem. I wondered why Leah brought out four bowls of Riskrem. Three topped with whipped cream and a berry sauce, one with only a blob of butter in the middle.Leah said, “We set out a bowl of porridge every Christmas for the fjøsnissen. The tradition evolved from the days when farming families would offer porridge to their barn elf, or nisse. The nisse takes care of the animals in the barn during winter so they don’t get sick. If you don’t do this, the fjøsnissen will play tricks on you.”As we nibbled, Jorunn set the bowl of porridge outside the front door for the fjøsnissen. Then we sat and watched an American Christmas movie on television. After it ended, Leah announced it was time to open the presents. I suspected this would happen and was glad I bought a gift for both Leah and Jorunn. We each dispersed, returned with our packages, and placed them under the Christmas tree.As expected, Leah and Jorunn shared the most gifts for each other, opening the usual mix of chocolates, clothing, and kitchen items. Then Jorunn handed me a gift from her. I opened it and found a DVD labeled, 'Christmas in Norway Tour’, along with a link and instructions to download the video if I preferred. Jorunn told me she made an hour-long video of all the things we did together over the past week, adding music and voiceovers so I would remember the now-completed tour. In exceedingly small letters, at the bottom of the instructions, I saw a link for a story with a similar name and suspected it might be one full of adjectives.Jorunn then opened my gift to her. I remembered the small camera she used this past week and bought her a new top-of-the-line digital camera. From her reaction, I did well.Leah then opened my gift to her. I purchased a genuinely nice Advent star to hang in her window, since she did not have one. It was large and electrically lit and after opening it, she wanted to hang it up right away, which we did. Then we went outside to see how it looked. Leah kissed me and whispered that the Advent Star possessed a special meaning for her this year, a sign of brighter days ahead.Seeing us standing outside, a Julenissen crossed the street and came up to us. The man, dressed in a red jacket with a matching pointed red hat, carried a cloth sack. He was older, and his white beard looked genuine.Jorunn yelled, “God Jul, Julenissen!”As the Julenissen joined us, Leah said, “Nice to see you again, Mr. Bjornstad.”The Julenissen opened a small cloth sack, pulled out a straw goat wrapped with red ribbons, and handed it to Jorunn. Leah explained that the Julenissen come around to houses on Christmas Eve to hand out presents and chocolate to the children. Often, more than one Julenissen would knock on your door during the evening. Unlike America, children get to meet the Julenissen in Norway.“It wouldn’t be the same this year without one of your julebukk!” said an excited Jorunn. Mr. Bjornstad had been coming to Jorunn’s house for a long time, and told us he likes to keep alive the old Norse traditions, such as the julebukk. In addition to handing out hand-made gifts, he tells folklore stories and tales from the days of the Vikings. What a wonderful thing to do to preserve the ancient Norse legacy of sagas and storytelling.Leah excused herself as Mr. Bjornstad started telling such a tale to Jorunn and me. He described Valhalla, where Odin and the brave warriors would train by day, and feast on roast boar and ale at night. Leah returned a moment later with four glasses of Aquavit. We toasted the season and sipped our Aquavit with the Julenissen after the story ended. We then sang a Christmas song together.Then we went back inside and watched the DVD that Jorunn made. The tour sounded exciting and full of fun, which indeed, it was. It also gave Leah another chance to see me in action. It was a full evening, and close to 23:00 when the DVD ended. We were all tired, and it was time for bed. Jorunn told us she was going upstairs to take a shower. Leah and I followed her up to our two bedrooms.A Single CandleDecember 24th - Late EveningFive minutes later, there was a knock on my bedroom door. Opening it, Leah stood there, holding a single candle, and wearing a lavender-colored silk nightgown and robe set. The half-sleeve wrap robe only partially covered her nightgown, leaving the lace-trimmed bustline and hem of her nightgown exposed. She put a finger to her mouth and whispered, “Shhh!” Then she led me by hand to her bedroom. The only light inside came from her single candle.My eyes quickly adjusted, or perhaps it was just my intent stare, “You look incredible.”Leah

Nå er julen rett rundt hjørnet, men er alle like takknemlige for det? Og kanskje viktigst av alt – er julen en skeiv høytid? Tune in, og kanskje du får noen svar på disse spørsmålene – og flere!Denne uka er det... en form for julestemning i studio. Jo, det er jo det! Ho ho hoe? Melinda og Mar Valo har i det minste fått med seg en veldig juleglad gjest i studio, nemlig Carina, og hun ELSKER jul. Det er faktisk den tiden av året hun liker aller best! Men er Melinda og Mar Valo på samme bølgelengde som Carina, eller blir det en sledekollisjon? Du vet... fordi «slede» + «kjedekollisjon». Hehehe.Likte du det du leste nå? Da bør du i hvert fall høre på denne episoden, men det burde du jo uansett da, for hva er vel bedre enn å høre på Lobbyen?

Gjengen fra Skumma Kultur ønsker dere alle en god 1.desember! Er vi alle kommet i riktig stemming, hvilke tradisjoner har vi, og hva syns vi egentlig om Tre Nøtter Til Askepott? I studio: Sindre Aadland, Kristin Kaldheim og Hanne Olsen. Produsent: Synnøve Hefte. Ansvar redaktør: Vilde Havn.

Silje Osmundsen er stand-up komiker, improvisatør og prosjektleder. Hun har tenkt at anger er stort og skummelt, men har funnet ut at det er lite og at hun går raskt videre fra det. Vi snakker bl.a. om å jobbe i eventbransjen i julebordsesongen, om å være voksen, men ikke føle seg som det, og helst skulle ha hjelp av en voksen til mye, å aldri hatt en spesiell drøm om verken humor eller teater, men at drømmene hennes alltid har inneholdt en scene, om storebroren som mente at hun burde prøve stand-up, og at hun er veldig glad for at hun gjorde det i dag, om improteater og kunne lære å spille på flere strenger, at å stå på store scener legges godt merke til av mannen i gata, men at det er like viktig med de små scenene, å ikke bare få fri fra skolen for å spille på Rogaland teater, men i tillegg få betalt for det, sjefer som er glad i stand-up generelt og booker det til julebord uten at andre kanskje er så interessert, om å være stemmen på bussen i Rogaland og få stygge kommentarer om feil uttale på holdeplasser og en god del om Askepott, ostis og prosecco, et ambivalent forhold til jul og livsfarlig cruise med Rednex.Programleder: Sivert MoeSupport this show http://supporter.acast.com/anger. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Erik Jørgensen – ei ekte eldsjel i kulturlivet på Stord. Han har skrive og sett opp musikalar og teater i fleire tiår, og no er han aktuell med stykket Mr. Halloween sin magiske butikk.Vi snakkar om oppvekst, bandlivet på 70- og 80-talet, korleis Askepott-rocketeateret vart til, og kvifor han aldri har gitt seg med å skape noko nytt. Her får du høyre om galskapen, dugnadsånda og gleda som driv fram store prosjekt – og kvifor han meiner at du må elske det du gjer, elles kan du berre gløyme det.Dette er historia om ein mann som har sett djupe spor i kulturlivet – med mykje humor, kreativitet og varme!Kjøp bilett til Mr. Halloween sin magiske butikk her!Sponsor: Peppes Pizza Stord Peppes Pizza Stord finn du i Hamnegata 4 på Leirvik – ein samlingsplass for alle som elskar ekte pizzaglede!Her får studentar og vernepliktige 20 % rabatt.Peppes handlar om lidenskap for smaken – og smaken startar alltid med råvarene. Difor er dei stolte av å bruke dei beste kvalitetsingrediensane på alle pizzaliner. Alle pizzaane blir laga for hand og toppa med nøye utvalde kombinasjonar som gir den ekte Peppes-smaken, likt og delt i over 50 år.Er du bedriftskunde? Då kan du få eigne fordelar som kundenummer, betaling på faktura, ingen utlegg – og leveringsgaranti.Send ein e-post til peppes@peppes.no for å opprette bedriftskonto i dag.Peppes Pizza Stord – smaken av lidenskap, midt i hjartet av Leirvik.

I denne episoden av Filmfrelst presenterer vi en ny utgave av prosjektet Regirommet – en serie samtaler der to norske regissører i dialog fordyper seg i regifaget med en ny norsk film i fokus. Foreningen Norske Filmregissører (NFR) har invitert Filmfrelst til å være podkasthjem for Regirommet, og i tidligere episoder har vi tatt del i møter mellom regissører som blant annet Eirik Svensson/Hans Petter Moland, Yngvild Sve Flikke/Johanna Pyykkö og Hisham Zaman/Eskil Vogt. I denne nye samtalen står body horror-eventyret Den stygge stesøsteren av Emilie Blichfeldt i fokus, og regissøren møter kollega Patrik Syversen til dialog om sitt arbeid. Den stygge stesøsteren hadde verdenspremiere på Sundance-festivalen i USA i januar, etterfulgt av Europa-premiere i Panorama-seksjonen på Berlinalen i februar, før den ble lansert på norske kinoer fredag 7. mars. Den stygge stesøsteren er Blichfeldts spillefilmdebut, og i filmen får det velkjente eventyret om Askepott en ny vri når hennes stesøster Elvira trer frem som fortellingens hovedperson. «Allerede fra de første drømmeaktige bildene og de rosa fontene i introsekvensen er det åpenbart at regissør og manusforforfatter Blichfeldt har storkost seg med å hugge løs på stereotypier og drømmescenarioer,» skrev professor Anne Gjelsvik i sin analyse her på Montages. Regirommet-samtalen mellom Emilie Blichfeldt og Patrik Syversen ble gjennomført etter en spesialvisning av Den stygge stesøsteren på Vega Scene i Oslo, torsdag 6. mars 2025. Episoden introduseres av Montages-redaktør Karsten Meinich og NFRs nestleder Ingrid Liavaag. God lytting!

Hvordan balanserer man kreativitet og prestasjon over tid? Cecilie Mosli, regissør bak blant annet Askepott og Snøsøsteren på Netflix, deler ærlig om hvordan hun jobbet mentalt for å unngå utbrenthet. Hun snakker om verdibaserte valg, kunsten å bruke GRIT når det trengs, og viktigheten av å stoppe opp i tide. En inspirerende samtale om å prestere med balanse og bevissthet.Cecilie Ystenes Myhre er eier og daglig leder av Raw Performance as.Selskapet leverer mental-og ledertrening på organisasjons-, gruppe-og individnivå.Se mer på www.rawperformance.no. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Askepott og den kranglevorne stesøstra.

Kurt Nilsen er på besøk og forteller om hva han gjør mens resten av familien ser på Tre Nøtter til Askepott. Han får også være med på å åpne siste luke i Verdens Morsomste Julekalender: Klarer Kjetil å få Kurt Nilsen til å le? God jul deg fra oss! Episoden kan inneholde målrettet reklame, basert på din IP-adresse, enhet og posisjon. Se smartpod.no/personvern for informasjon og dine valg om deling av data.

Askepott! Askepott! Hva i all verden har denne undervurderte juvelen med HamKam å gjøre? Sportssjef Jørgen Bjørn oppsummerer sesongen 2024 og gir oss et knippe spennende førjulsnyheter rundt både tropp og støtteapparat. Sammen med Knut og Mehran, som gjør så godt de kan en siste gang i 2024, letes det fram til årets tre beste kamper, de beste øyeblikkene og de mest åpenbare forbedringspunktene inn i et oppsiktsvekkende spennende 2025. Kamerater-redaksjonen takker for øvrig ydmykt for følget i podkastens debutår! Responsen har vært overveldende og vi har allerede begynt planleggingen av den vanskelige andresesongen. God jul og godt nyttår, kamerater!

I "Jul på 80-tallet" kan du vinne ein Philips kassettopptakar som kan ta opp heile 30 minutt med samanhengande lyd! Meir treng ikkje Arild Wærness og Knut Robert Knutsen for å gå gjennom årets Disney-julehefte, inkludert Fant ("Må vi?") og Askepott. Den uoffisielle julepocketen "Julemagi" for heiderleg omtale, men Arild Midthuns Donald er eit høgdepunkt i år igjen.

Karsten Fullu er tekst- og manusforfatter. Han har jobbet med Norges mest kjente komikere og TV-programmer, deriblant Dagfinn Lyngbø, Raske Menn, Rune Andersen, Hege Schøyen, Are Kalvø, Nytt på Nytt, Løvebakken, Senkveld, Hos Martin og Storbynatt med Bård og Harald. Han har også skrevet humor- og barnebøker, og var fast bidragsyter til radioprogrammet Hallo i Uken.Han har 44 titler på IMDB, deriblant Kurt blir Grusom, Kutoppen, Valens Rikskringkasting, Solan og Ludvig - Jul i Flåklypa og Herfra til Flåklypa, Dyrene i hakkebakkeskogen, Helt Perfekt, Side om Side, Nesten Voksen, Månelyst i Flåklypa, Battle, Kaptein Sabeltann og den magiske diamant, Fjols til fjels, Neste Sommer, Tre Nøtter til Askepott, Førstegangstjenesten, Olsenbandens Siste Skrik, Folk og Røvere i Kardemomme By og Bukkene Bruse på Badeland!

God filmjul allesammen. Vi slår hodene sammer og ønsker dere et godt nytt år og prat om hva som kommer av norsk film i 2024. Her vanker det en overraskelse eller to! Lytt med.FILMER NEVNT:Fridtjofs jul (2006)Jul i Flåklypa (2013)Hjem til Jul (2010)Mongoland (2001)Mongoland 2 (skrinlagt)Tre nøtter til Askepott (1973, 2021)Reisen til julestjernen (1976, 2011)Snøsøsterne (2024)Nr 24 (2024)Quislings siste dager (2024)Shout It Out Loud (2024)Trier film nr 6 (Arbeidstittel)KONTAKT OSS:Epost: post@norskfilmer.nohttps://www.facebook.com/norskfilmerhttps://www.instagram.com/norsk_film_er/Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/norsk-film-er/donations

I denne julespesialen skal vi sammen med to gode gjester, snakke om fire julefilmer. Vi skal snakke om "Reisen til Julestjernen" 1976 & 2012, og "Tre Nøtter til Askepott" 1973 & 2021. Vi skal diskutere om nyinnspillinger av gode klassikere er noe bra, og selvfølgelig skal vi velge den mest "julate" julefilmen! Njut!..........Disclaimer: Vi eier ikke musikken i denne podkast episoden, musikken eies av de som har opphavsretten til den. Dette er en hobby podkast som går i minus, vi benytter derfor musikken under beskyttelsen "fair use".

Get ready for the Cinderella of a lifetime y'all. This is our Game of Thrones Cinderella, a remake of the original 1973 Three Wishes for Cinderella and it was incredible. I believe we have collectively talked more about this movie before, during, and after the record than any other Cinderella.Please subscribe, give us some stars or a rating, tell your friends, or share this episode, it really helps us out!Follow us @cinderpod on Twitter and InstagramLike our Facebook pageEmail us at TheCinderellaPodcast@gmail.comSupport us at Patreon.com/cinderpodOur music is Bad Ideas (distressed) by Kevin MacLeodLink: https://filmmusic.io/song/3412-bad-ideas-distressed-License: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

Hør Lene Skalleberg fortelle om denne folkekjære eventyrballetten.

I fjorårets juleepisode var det også snakk om årets elbiler, men i tillegg ble det solide refleksjoner rundt hva de forskjellige karakterene i Tre nøtter til Askepott villet kjørt i dag. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Det er lillejulaften! Trioen åpner med litt vakker julesang som fører til en latterkrampe som er vanskelig å gi slipp på. Ragnhild avslører en hemmelighet hun synes er vanskelig å fortelle, angående det å passe inn som ung som fører til løgn og bedrageri. Tomas avslører og spør om sex offentlig og hos gjester, er det ufint eller helt naturlig? Episodens russiske rulett er "Hvem er mest..." hvor de blant annet snakker om hvor viktig det er å slappe av iblant! Ragnhild tar opp at det er viktig å være kildekritisk til saker man deler på sosiale medier og tenke over påvirkningen det har både godt og vondt. De avslutter episoden med å fortelle om deres planer i pensjonist tilværelse. De snakker videre om ulike juletradisjoner hvor Tomas plutselig begynner å snakke svensk, og de krangler over Tre Nøtter til Askepott. Er det en flop?Gledelig jul, fra alle i Beautybloggerne❤️

Gjennom hele desember har gjengen i Frokost sendt og åpnet julekalender til hverandre. Hver dag løses en ny utfordring i studio, gjerne med så lite forberedelser og planlegging som mulig. I denne episoden får du blant annet høre hvordan karakterene i "Tre Nøtter til Askepott" har det etter filmens handling, en overraskende spennende spisekonkurranse og to variende limerick. Frokost er tilbake på Radio Nova fra mandag 09. januar 2023. Abonner for mye gøy gjennom hele ferien! God jul!

Julaften er rett rundt hjørnet, så i dag spør vi hverandre hva som er viktigst å se på julaften?

Hva leser du, ser du på og lytter du til i jula? Er du et vanedyr som må ha med deg det samme hvert år, eller er du åpen for å skape nye tradisjoner? I personalgruppa vår svarer vi ja og nei på dette spørsmålet om hverandre, og i denne podkastepisoden deler vi våre tips med deg. Enten du foretrekker å lese gammel grøsserkrim eller nyere julefortellinger, se den gamle versjonen av Tre nøtter til Askepott eller den nye, lytte til klassiske julesanger eller heavy metal-versjoner – her er tips til deg. Riktig god jul fra alle oss på Kongsberg bibliotek!

Det blir stor sorg i studio, når Stian og Carinas kjære kollega, Tobias er savnet. Heldigvis blir det fort god stemning igjen, når Stian kan fryde seg over Studio Ghibli og Myazaki som har teaset sin nye film

Vi gir deg tre "NOT'er" til Askepott, snakker om en ladbar VM-ball, Ghanas hevn, VMs rareste mål, deler ut post i koppen og hyller Mbappé. Hør episoden i appen NRK Radio

Betyr røde stearinlys i vindu noe spesielt? Hvorfor dukker Aunt Lydia fra Handmaid's Tale opp i nyinnspillingen av Tre Nøtter til Askepott? Når måtte man bli enten fotballspiller eller kriminell? Er ordspill nok til å få gjennom ideer til julekalendere på krinken nå? Hvor rævva kan en julefilm bli? Hvor julepynta kan en julefilm bli? Skal vi ha juletre på badet? Er Tøydokke Anna kjent med konseptet toalett?

Panelet snakker om siste ukes marked og handler, emisjoner, Doffen har ikke daua men går mot rekonstruksjon, ny flyemisjon, novemberrally, vi får besøk av landslagstrener Alexander Stöckl, problemer i eiendomsmarkedet, nektes uttak, utvalg ga kursfall, bullshit på sosiale medier, oppstuss om emisjoner, tre nøtter til Askepott, julekuler på gang, er rigg fortsatt digg?, 3-dagers regel og ukens favoritter. Bidra i Investorenes juleinnsamling på https://www.spleis.no/project/301216 . Lenke til vår hovedsponsor www.ig.com/no

I denne episoden av Gullvaffel-podden snakker vi om aktivitetsglede på høyt nivå.Vi vet at mange barn og unge prøver å tilpasse seg, finne sin idrett eller aktivitet og oppleve sosial og fysisk mestring. Og finne anerkjennelse for det de gjør og den de er. I dag har vi en gjest som overoppfyller alle disse kriteriene. Cengiz er aktuell på mange måter akkurat nå. Han deltar i Viaplay-serien Fenris, reality serien forræder, han har en av hovedrollene som prinsen i Askepott-filmen. Nå er han kanskje mest kjent som kongen av sportsdans!Vi får en latterfylt time sammen med Cengiz hvor han forteller om hvordan han bruker toppidrettens metoder for å yte best. Han forteller oss om hva hans ønskeprosjekt er, og hvorfor det å gå mot strømmen er viktig som ungdom. Vi setter pris på ytterligere én Gullvaffel. Denne gangen noe så passende som en fra dans. Sett deg ned (eller være i bevegelse) men nyt en time sammen med oss! Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Blasfemi i dagens pod, altså. Hvilke andre julefilmer gjør seg med norsk dub? Episoden kan inneholde målrettet reklame, basert på din IP-adresse, enhet og posisjon. Se smartpod.no/personvern for informasjon og dine valg om deling av data.

Hvordan kan man bruke verdiene sine som kompass i karrieren? Hvordan er det å ha regi på en av verdens største TV-serier? Og hvordan løser man konflikter når man ikke er glad i å såre folk? Cecilie Mosli er en anerkjent skuespiller og regissør. Hun står bak kinosuksessen “Tre nøtter til Askepott” og har hatt regi på den kjente TV-serien “Grey's Anatomy”. Cecilie er også en av få som har kommet inn på Statens teaterhøgskole ved første forsøk. I episoden forteller hun om hvorfor det er viktig å ansvarliggjøre seg selv, hvordan hun tok steget fra å være skuespiller til å bli regissør, og om å utfordre kjønnsroller i arbeidet sitt. Enjoy! Programleder er @yrjaoftedahl. Episoden er produsert av Fremantle for E24. Prosjektledere hos E24 er Kristine Aadne og Jonas Jøranson

Et av spørsmålene vi stilte tidlig i Becoming podcasten var: Hva er din hovedunnskyldning? Hva er den ene tingen, mennesket eller situasjonen som holder deg igjen fra å leve det livet du egentlig ønsker å leve? Aller mennesker har en eller annen form for hovedunnskydning, noe de kan skylde på når ting ikke går helt som det skal. Et eller annet som kan være ansvarlig for noe de selv ikke vil føle på. Isabelle snakker om hvordan hun ikke kunne delta i et offesielt løp fordi hun hadde en familie med løpere, mens Belinda ikke kunne trene fordi hun hadde to søsteret som var for spreke. Som alt annet er det et hinder som holder deg igjen fra å bli den personen du var ment til å bli. Hvis du ønsker å lære hvordan Isabelle og Belinda jobber med sine hoved unnskyldninger, om Askepott mentaliteten og livet generelt så anbefaler vi deg å høre på dagens episode. Har du lyst til å følge oss på Instagram så finner du oss på @becomingthepodcast, Belinda på @Belindajakobsen og Isabelle på @IsabelleengelhartSend oss gjerne en melding på Instagram hvis du har et forslag til episode eller andre tilbakemeldinger. Our GDPR privacy policy was updated on August 8, 2022. Visit acast.com/privacy for more information.

Hva er intro, outro, bro og vignett og hvordan lager man dette? Hvordan kan du som formidler bruke storytelling for å heve innholdet? Hvilken publiseringsplattform bør jeg velge? I denne episoden ser Camilla Cahill og Pia Lorentzen Skjennum fra Lingu, sammen med Ebba Køber og Kari Olstad fra Fleksibel utdanning Norge, på hvordan man forvandler en lydfil til en helhetlig podcast-episode. Vi mener det er litt som å gi Askepott den nødvendige overhalingen for å kunne dra på ball. Helhetlige episoder bidrar til å merkevarebygge ditt produkt og viser lytterne dine at du kan formatet. Så nå er det din tur! Gjør research, velg publiseringsplattformen som oppfyller dine behov og som gir deg den dataen du trenger. Kos deg med å skape lydbildet for episoden din, og ikke vær for streng med deg selv! Relevante lenker og litteratur til episoden: Hør og se - en håndbok i bildeskapende radio   Generell beskrivelse av Poddskolen Gjennom 10 episoder snakker Camilla Cahill og Pia Lorentzen Skjennum fra Lingu om hvordan du enkelt kan begynne å lage lydinnhold.  Camilla har skrevet og produsert over 80 podcast-episoder til ulike podcaster, og har skrevet manus og laget lydfiler til ulike tv-produksjoner. Uten forkunnskaper laget hun sin første podcast for Lingu i 2019 med språklæringspodkasten “Norskpodden” som i dag har lyttere i 153 ulike land.  I denne podcasten deler Camilla sine erfaringer med å jobbe med lydproduksjon med enkelt lavkostnads-utstyr og for deg uten forkunnskaper. Camilla og Pia loser deg gjennom hva du bør - og hva du ikke bør gjøre når du skal lage underholdende og lærerikt lyd-innhold med et overordnet pedagogisk formål. Med på reisen er også podcast-nybegynnerne Ebba Køber og Kari Olstad fra Fleksibel utdanning Norge som skal i gang med sin egen podcast! Podcasten er produsert av Lingu, med støtte fra EPALE Norge.

Letzte Woche haben wir mit der Hauptdarstellerin und dem Regisseur von Soul of a Beast gesprochen, diese Woche besprechen Marco und Nicolas den Film selbst und ob er «für en Schwiizer Film» noch ganz gut ist. Ausserdem reden Petra, Marco und Nicolas über Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore, das Harry-Potter-Spinoff-Retcon-Prequel, die spanische Komödie Official Competition sowie die drei Streaming-Tipps The Map of Tiny Perfect Things, Tre nøtter til Askepott und Finding You. Im Nicolas' Ketchup gehts um den hart gefloppten, aber mittlerweile kultigen Last Action Hero. Thema nächste Woche: Massive Talent, The Northman, The Lost City und The Electrical Life of Louis Wain Nicolas' Ketchup für Folge 224 oder 225, mal luege: Lawrence of Arabia! Themen: Intro - (0:00) Tre nøtter til Askepott - (1:31) The Map of Tiny Perfect Things - (3:23) Finding You - (5:52) Official Competition - (8:33) Soul of a Beast - (15:51) Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore - (30:10) Nicolas' Ketchup: Last Action Hero - (58:37) Abschluss und Outro - (1:37:33) Website: www.outnow.ch Facebook: www.facebook.com/OutNow.CH/ Twitter: twitter.com/outnow Instagram: www.instagram.com/outnow.ch/

Hein er gubbete og surver over emojibruk

Sesong 5. Episode 10.

Forslag sendt inn av Lilly (7)!

Ukas gjest har Wikipediaside på fire forskjellige språk! Hun har sunget på Lerkendal Stadion, fylt Operaen, sjokkert hele Norge med Maskorama og kopiert både Askepott, Grevinnen og utfordreren til Obama. Ja det var et dikt, og det er jo kanskje passende da gjesten er glad i litteratur! Hun har vært Hamsun-guide, hun har blitt håndplukket av Mette Marit til å snakke om bøker og har studert Latin Amerikansk kultur og litteratur! Hun har Bodø Glimt i øyet og har stått opp med Ronny Brede Aase et helt halvt liv. Ukas gjest er tidligere ansatt ved Spar Hamarøy og besøksvenn i Røde Kors, Silje Therese Reiten Nordnes. Silje forteller om gleden hun kjente på da hun så Ecuador kvalifisere seg til VM i fotball. Om å elske å reise på cup, men ikke være så opptatt av å spille selv. Om å elske kontraskjæret, kalkun og Marit Bjørgen og mye mye mer! Send oss gjerne en e-post med ris, ros eller tips: heiafotball@nrk.no. Vi er også på Twitter @p3heiafotball. Hør episoden i appen NRK Radio

Vi er tilbake! Som etter sommerferien tar vi en spesial hvor vi kun går igjennom hva vi har sett siden sist uten noe videre hovedtema. Vi får både høre Pers dom over den nye norske filmen 'Tre Nøtter til Askepott', Pål har oppdaget ekte filmglede med Jackie Chans 'Police Story' og Tommy tar tempen på 'The Matrix'-filmene. Vil du sende inn spørsmål kan du enten gjøre det på instagram: Filmfeber eller mail: filmfeberpod@gmail.com. God lytting!

Presset øker på regjeringen - ølkranene må åpnes igjen. Akkurat slik regjeringspartiene fikk gjennomslag for da de satt i opposisjon. Hva er annerledes nå? Tvungen utleie av private hytter? En god ide ifølge fylkespolitiker fra SV - reinspikka kommunisme tordner Frp Hun var superstjerne og en virkelighetens Askepott, nå er hun kjent skyldig i milliardsvindel. Vi ser på historien til vidunderet Elizabeth Holmes som nå risikerer mange tiår i fengsel Den eneste sikre måten å forhindre leirskredsulykker, er å avstå fra å bygge på leirjord, sier geolog. - Umulig, sier NVE og kommunene. Velkommen til Dagsnytt 18 tirsdag - jeg heter Espen Aas, der vi også skal snakke om privat behandlingsvalg og hvorvidt vernede vassdrag bør legges i rør for å sikre energiforsyning i kongeriket. Hør episoden i appen NRK Radio

Alle stemmene i Askepott

Julen ringes atter inn og Jerngrep-redaksjonen lar seg rive med! Episoden inneholder blant annet julegavetips, kåring av årets julelåt og julenøtter ala Askepott. Heavy christmas to you!

Øystein drar til Postens hovedkontor på Alnabru for å møte pakkedetektiv, Åse Lerfald. I 19 år har hun sporet opp eierne til julegaver og pakker uten adresse. I luke 22. gjemmer det seg en gjest som er kjent for å være både streng og artig, hvem kan det være? Bjørn har aldri sett filmen 'Tre nøtter til Askepott', den blir han tvunget til å se under sending. Øystein deler at mange har brukt morgenkåpa si feil. Episoden kan inneholde målrettet reklame, basert på din IP-adresse, enhet og posisjon. Se smartpod.no/personvern for informasjon og dine valg om deling av data.

Nå er det jul! Men hva er det egentlig som gir deg julestemning? Må du lese ei spesiell bok hvert år, se akkurat den filmen eller høre en bestemt julesang for å endelig kjenne at julefreden senker seg? Eller handler det mer om moro, marsipan og julebrus? Vi tok runden i personalgruppa og kan avsløre at ikke alle må se på «Tre nøtter til Askepott» på julaften. Nei, det er et rikt utvalg filmer vi koser oss med! Og slettes ikke alle må lese ei julebok heller. Og sjøl om mange av oss liker O' helga natt, er det også noen som hører på metal... Lytt til bibliotekets juletips – og riktig god jul! Tusen takk til alle som deltok!

Julen kommer tidlig i år her på "Norsk film er". Vi har plukket ut 5 spennende norske julefilmer som vi mener du bør se. Her er spennet bredt med bl.a. snørekorder, lavbudsjetts-komedie og en liten "cheesy" film. God jul!Snekker Andersen og Julenissen (2016)Mongoland (2001)Fritjofs jul (2006)Jul i Flåklypa (2013)Tre nøtter til Askepott (1973)SHOW NOTATER:Hjemme alene (1990)Flåklypa Grand Prix (1975)Den Spanske flue (1990)Donald Duck og vennene hans / From All of Us to All of You (1958)Grevinnen og hovmesteren (1963)Hjelp, vi er på juleferie / Christmas Vacation (1989)Tomten är far till alla barnen (1999)NRK: Snekker Andersen og Julenissen (Opplest og illustrasjon)https://tv.nrk.no/program/FBUA00006773Knut Risan og Tre nøtter til Askepotthttps://730.no/historien-bak-tre-notter-til-askepott/Tre nøtter til Askepott (2021)https://no.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tre_n%C3%B8tter_til_Askepott_(2021)Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/norsk-film-er/donations

Den tsjekkiske filmen fra 1973 som heter Tre Nøtter til Askepott er blitt en juletradisjon uten like her i Norge. Siden 90-tallet har den gått hver eneste julaften på NRK1, stort sett fra klokken 11, og utallige nordmenn setter seg ned med julestrømpen for å få med seg denne klassikeren. Vegard og Espen snakker litt om sine tradisjoner rundt denne filmen, og kommer med noen ting du kanskje ikke visste om denne produksjonen. Har du lyst til å støtte oss? Sjekk ut www.patreon.com/gamingklubben

Hvordan kan du som leder eller arbeidstaker håndtere presset og de høye forventingene fra deg selv og de rundt deg? Mentaltrener Cecilie Ystenes Myhre er aktuell med boka STÅ STØTT. Målet med boka er å gi deg innsikt i effektive strategier, verktøy og teknikker som vil hjelpe deg til å løse de utfordringene du står i. I denne samtalen forteller Cecilie Ystenes Myre om hvorfor hun har skrevet boken, hva hun ønsker at effekten skal være og ikke minst deler hun noen av de verktøyene som gjør at du står stødigere i arbeidslivet. Møt også Cecilie Mosli, som jobber som regissør og er nå høyaktuell med produksjonen av den nye oppsettingen av Askepott. Mosli har lenge jobbet med Cecilie og hennes verktøy. Her deler hun erfaringene sine med å jobbe med både mental trening og ledertrening. Velkommen til en spennende og lærerik samtale ledet av Sara Lossius! Du kan lese mer om Cecilie her: www.rawperformance.no Link til kjøp av bok: https://www.norli.no/sta-stottSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Wolfgang Wee Uncut #115: Öde Spildo Nerdrum er kunstner og sønn av Odd Nerdrum.I denne podcasten snakker vi om: Farmen, Puccini, Tarantino, Tre Nøtter Til Askepott, Norsk Film, Etikk og Moral, Alkohol, Øde Nerdrum, Odd Nerdrum, Pixar, Sokrates, Dostojevski, Feminisme, Kirken og homofili.Se hele episoden her: https://youtu.be/4qQpNAMYd3UWebshop: https://www.pod-cast.no/webshop/HjemmesideInstagramFacebookTwitterHør Wolfgang Wee Uncut (Høydepunkter) i Spotify Hør Wolfgang Wee Uncut i SpotifyHør Wolfgang Wee Uncut i Apple PodcastSe Wolfgang Wee Uncut på Youtube See acast.com/privacy for privacy and opt-out information.