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A deep dive into Tolkien's oldest stories about the Dwarves uncovers all sorts of interesting details, as Alan hands the reins of the PPP to Sara for her expertise on the Dwarves. Join The Man of the West and The Shieldmaiden of Rohan as we explore the origin, awakening, culture, and language of Tolkien's Dwarves as we take a sidebar into several volumes of The History of Middle-earth. From their early nature as evil creatures, to the fact that they all — women and babies, too — have beards, learn more about the Dwarves than you ever thought you could. Alan and Sara discuss recession-proof industries, dutifully avoid Disney jokes and figure Durin must have asked Aulë: “How could you just leave me standing alone in a world so cold?” Also, Sneezy and Bashful were the hardest. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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She's the fairest but she isn't always the brightest. We get into the making of and nitty gritty details of 1937's Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, the FIRST DISNEY ANIMATED FEATURE FILM. As we talk plot and marvel at this animated classic, we also ask the hard questions: Did inhaling a bar of soap kill Dopey? Is Grumpy just a misogynist? What kind of message does this movie send to girls and women... and to men too? Plus, we get Superbad in the MouthGarf Report, and play a little I See What You Did There.Watch Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs now on Disney+Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_White_and_the_Seven_Dwarfs_(1937_film)Please give us a 5 star rating on Apple Podcasts! Want to ask us a question? Talk to us! Email debutbuddies@gmail.comListen to Kelly and Chelsea's awesome horror movie podcast, Never Show the Monster.Get some sci-fi from Spaceboy Books.Get down with Michael J. O'Connor's music!Next time: First Ultramarathon

Fleeing from the Evil Queen, Snow White finds refuge with Dopey, Bashful, Grumpy, Sneezy, Happy, Doc and Sleepy. When the palace guards embark on a mission to bring her back, a commoner and his group of woodland bandits band together to protect her. Starring Rachel Zegler, Gal Gadot, Andrew Burnap. Where to find the crew: @makeitacombopod on Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok Jesse @LordLenix on Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok Jr @a.jr.combo on Instagram and @ajrcombo on Twitter All Our Podcasts on Make it a Combo Productions: Dream Talk @dreamtalkthepodcast on Instagram

Pete and Trevor, AKA Talley and Watchy, join Doc, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy, Bashful, Sneezy, and Dopey to see the new live-action Disney remake Snow White. Starring Rachel Zegler and Gal Gadot, this is a remake and reimagining of the 1939 animated classic. In a world full of bad remakes, this might be the worst. Listen to hear our immediate reactions after leaving the theatre. This week we continue with our ongoing project to watch every Aardman movie with Shaun the Sheep and Early Man. We are also entering the closing days of our draw the giveaway a year's subscription to Letterboxd Patron: https://boxd.it/DIrFgIntro and history with Disney live-action remakes (0:00)Shaun the Sheep review (20:20)Early Man review (25:59)Spoiler-free review of Marc Webb's Snow White (36:46)Spoiler-talk (1:02:20)

Happy Wednesday! Lauren is still out this week, but now it takes three women to replace her... Natalie, Ava, and Logann stop by today to chat with Karen about Steel Magnolias. Get in touch! @downstageleftpc downstageleftpc@gmail.com downstageleftpodcast.com

Disney's Snow White is here, but does it capture the magic of the original? We dive into the film's visuals, performances, and story, discussing what stands out, what falls short, and whether this live-action remake is a worthy addition to Disney's legacy. Disney's Snow White premieres exclusively in theatres March 21, 2025.  Check out Geekcentric onYouTube | Instagram | Twitter | TikTokJoin the Geekcentric Discord HERE

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From Lost In Eros – Book 1Don & Toshia wake up in strange circumstances. In 10 Parts By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.It wasn't an unusual dream for Don. He was chasing his best-friend and perpetual unrequited love interest Toshia through an ever shifting landscape of parking structures, Moroccan ruins and crowded shopping malls. This time there were no evil robots or monsters chasing them, only some kind of generally tag-like game they were playing. Ultimately, Don caught up to his elusive quarry. There was some nonsensical banter, and then the dream Toshia, who at that moment looked a lot like the actress Alyson Hannigan, grabbed Don's head and kissed him hard, almost painfully. This intense moment was followed by a chaotic flood of erotic sensations and images impossible to make sense of. This chaos gradually sorted itself out and Don was lying in bed watching Toshia undress. Toshia now looked like herself, fit and slim, with narrow hips and perfect small tits; honey brown hair, straight, falling to her shoulders in a tousled mess from the chase; pretty gamin face smiling at him mischievously. Don couldn't see her beautiful violet eyes in the darkness but he felt them dancing with playful wit. She slowly peeled herself out of the harlequin costume she was inexplicably wearing, and then, with supple grace and speed she slipped under the silk top sheet and snuggled up to Don, her back spooned against his front. She then promptly fell asleep.Of course, Don could not sleep, even in a dream, with Toshia's warm naked body pressed up against him. He could smell the floral scent of her hair, his hand could feel her tit pressed against his palm, and her feet were against the tops of his own. Not least, her firm ass was pushed back against his erection, which was rather insistent in its demand for attention. Don cautiously gave Toshia's tit a gentle squeeze, and then moved his hand to run up along her arm, which was crossed in front of her belly. He ran his hand down along the side of her body, caressing the curve of her hip. Raising his head, he kissed her round shoulder. His hand moved down to her upper thigh, as his lips moved slowly, lightly up her shoulder toward her neck. Reaching around a bit further, Don gently slipped his hand between her thighs. Toshia rolled back toward him a bit and parted her legs a little for him. His lips reached her neck, and he paused there, lingering, as he felt her moist sex with his questing fingers. Toshia pushed her behind back against him a bit, parted her legs a bit further, and let out a quiet sigh.And, that was when Don realized he was no longer dreaming. There was actually a naked woman lying up against him and responding to his touch. Moreover, he was sure it was actually Toshia. Confusion pushed itself to the forefront of his mind, shoving a loudly protesting arousal out of the way. Perhaps responding to a change in Don's caress, Toshia's body stiffened a little in his arms. Then she was twisting around and pulling away.“What the hell?!” she looked around in the dark, and then down at Don's own confused face. “Don?”“Yeah,” he croaked, appreciating for the first time that he had just been deeply asleep. In retrospect he would realize that he should here have taken the high ground, but Toshia got there first.“This isn't funny!” she exclaimed. “Where's Sarah?”“I'm not laughing, am I?” Don managed, “And I have no idea. How did you get in here?”“Me? What are you doing in my bed?”“Your bed?” Don frowned and then, for the first time since waking, looked at something other than Toshia. “Well, I don't have silk sheets, so it's not my bed, but is this really your bedroom?”He knew of course that this was not her bedroom, because this room was immense. The enormous four poster bed, which Don guessed must be about the size of four king-sized beds put together, was situated in the middle of the largest bedroom Don had ever seen in person. He imagined there must be palaces with bedrooms this big, but nothing that either Toshia or he could possibly afford to even rent. All about the room were small tables, and some bureaus with drawers, that had candles on them. The ceiling was at least fifteen feet overhead, and was paneled in the same dark wood as the walls.“Where the hell are we?” Toshia demanded.“Seriously, do you honestly think I have any idea?” Don asked.“Yeah, I guess not,” Toshia grudgingly admitted. “But still, what the hell is going on?”Don shrugged, and clambered over to the side of the bed and sat up, putting his feet down on the soft plush carpeting that covered the floor from wall to wall. He stood up and took a few steps toward the nearest bureau.“Yep, you're naked alright,” Toshia said from behind him.He looked back over his shoulder with a smile, to see her crawling across the bed to join him, and said, “I'm pretty sure you are too.”“Yeah, I noticed,” she scowled. “Do you see any clothes lying around?”“Not even a little,” Don admitted. “What's the matter? Bashful?”“Ha!” she laughed as she got out of the bed, and moved toward him. Don couldn't help but gape a bit at the sight of her body, which he was seeing naked for the first time. He was a little surprised that she looked pretty much as he had imagined, even down to the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. She frowned a little at his attention, and said, “I can see you're not bashful.”“Well, it's not like,  Oh!” he noticed that she was looking at the hard-on that was standing out proudly in front of him. Don laughed, “Well, what can I say? You're hot.”“It's not just that,” she said as she stepped ahead of him toward the bureau. “Don't think I didn't notice what you were up to when I woke up.”Deciding to change the subject, Don said, “I'm pretty sure these candles weren't lit a few minutes ago.”“You mean when you were groping me?” she scowled over her shoulder at him, catching him looking at her ass.“Um, yeah, then.”“Make it a habit of molesting any woman you wake up next to?”Don frowned for a second before saying, “Well, yeah. Should I be apologizing for that? Look, I was, at best, half-asleep. I stopped as soon as I realized I wasn't dreaming.”“You didn't take your hand away,” she observed with a wry smile.“You didn't give me a chance.”“Uh huh.”“Hey, you weren't exactly unresponsive,” Don pointed out.Toshia shook her head, and said, “Fine, we were asleep, and you didn't kidnap me and try to rape me.”“Exactly,” Don nodded. “But, really, did you need to throw ‘rape' into the conversation?”Toshia looked around the room angrily, “Well, somebody sure as hell is up to something like that. We've been kidnapped, stripped and put into bed together. This is either going to turn out very badly or we're the victims of some really elaborate and twisted practical joke.”“Yeah,” he nodded, “that does seem to be about the size of it.”“Now, let's see if we can find some clothes.” Toshia pulled the top drawer of the bureau open.“Well, we can't wear those,” Don observed.After what felt like a long moment, Toshia swallowed and said, “No, that one can be worn.”The black-felt-lined drawer had an interesting array of dildos of various types, colors and sizes lined up inside it. Toshia was right; the one furthest to the right was a strap-on.Toshia pushed the drawer closed emphatically, and then rather forcefully opened the next. This one held a variety of other sex toys, including a number of tubes of what were labeled as simply “LUBRICANT”.“What, no brand name?” Don wondered as he took one of the tubes to examine more closely.Toshia ignored him and opened the third and final drawer, only to find a number of whips, flogs and riding crops. She slammed this drawer shut angrily, and stormed off to the next bureau. Don trailed after her, still looking at the tube of LUBRICANT.“This really is weird,” he pointed out. “Not only is there no brand name, there's nothing else at all on this. No manufacturer, no ingredients list, no expiration date, no instructions or warnings. Nothing.”Toshia stopped, the handles to the next drawer in her hands, and looked slowly around the room. Don looked up, saw her, and also took a moment to look around the room. Almost simultaneously, they said, “No doors.”“This is less and less funny by the minute,” Toshia scowled. Opening the drawer in front of her, she snapped, “More fucking sex toys!”Don fought back the urge to point out that that was a bit redundant; Toshia was clearly in no mood for silly comments. Instead he said, “You know I really think what I said earlier about the candles was important.”“You really think they lit all by themselves when we woke up?” Toshia asked while continuing to open drawers in the dwindling hope of finding any kind of garment.Don, who thought their state of undress was the least of their troubles, stopped to look at one of the candlesticks more closely. He said, “Well, I had the distinct impression that it was very dark when I started ,  'groping' you. I'm certainly sure it wasn't this bright.”There seemed to be nothing unusual about the candle. He took the candle in hand and pulled it out of his holder. Tipping it to the side only resulted in a trickle of melted wax running onto the carpet. Don felt a pang of guilt for messing up someone's carpet, but quickly got over it. Whoever had abducted them, out of mischief or malice, deserved to have their carpet messed up, at the very least. He blew the candle out, and it stayed out. He put the candle back in place and it promptly glowed back to life.“Fucking hell,” he said. “Did you see that?”“Damn it, Don,” Toshia said from the other side of the room. “There's nothing but sex toys in this place. What the hell is going on?”“A couple of things come to mind. Probably the least alarming is some kind of Candid Camera thing,” Don suggested as he looked around a bit more carefully at the walls, peering into the dark corners.“Yeah! They must be watching us somehow,” Toshia began to glare at the walls, looking for any sign of a camera.Don picked up another candle and moved closer to the wall, working his way toward the corner. “The trouble is,” he said, “that if it's a webcam it could be extremely small, and if it's up near the ceiling we probably won't be able to find it. Of course, the video quality will suck, particularly at that distance.”“You've given this way too much thought, Don,” Toshia said from her side of the room, where she had taken a candle of her own and was examining the wall for lenses.“Not really; just now. The thing is that whoever did this went to a lot of trouble for a crappy video of us. I mean, look at this place. They must have piles of money; you'd think there'd be a big two-way mirror in here somewhere.”Toshia stopped and looked back at him, “Seriously, you're not helping.”Don shrugged, and then turned around to look at her. “I just thought of something else.”“What?” she asked, turning to see him.“I don't feel drugged at all.”“Me either,” she shrugged. “Oh, yeah. How did someone get us here, undressed and in bed together without drugging us? Or, at least one of us?”“Hey, you said you believed me!”Just at that moment, there was a kind of scraping sound from the direction of the bed. Tense from the strange circumstances of their predicament, both Don and Toshia turned quickly; in time to notice that one of the panels over the bed had slid open, and before three bodies tumbled out of the opening and onto the bed. This was all accompanied by at least a pair of high pitched shrieks and followed by a chorus of giggling laughter. An enthusiastic feminine voice said, “Look what you did!”Another said, “It wasn't me!”A third said, “Well, it wasn't me!”Three completely naked young women had fallen into their room, onto the enormous bed, without any obvious injury, and now were proceeding to boisterously tickle each other, in the apparent hope of soliciting a confession of some sort. Meanwhile, the panel over the bed slowly slid closed. Don and Toshia looked at each other with confused expressions. Don then Toshia blew out their respective candles and set them down on the closest bureau. Then, moving cautiously, as if afraid to draw the three new women's attention, they came together about twenty feet from the nearest side of the bed.“A psychology experiment of some kind?” Toshia suggested quietly.“A good one!” Don whispered with a grin.She jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow, and hissed, “Focus! We've been kidnapped, remember?”Before Don could respond, one of the three brawling young ladies caught sight of them and gave a delighted squeal. “Hello there!” she said, and then, “Look girls, we've got company!”There was a chorus of happy noises as the three bed crashers disentangled themselves and clambered for the edge of the bed. Don was surprised to feel Toshia's hand steal into his. He smiled a little as her fingers intertwined with his. He didn't think the three women coming toward them looked like sadistic cannibals, but this was a very weird situation, and he appreciated Toshia's concern. In any case, anything that made her hold his hand was a good thing in his book, at least as far as he was concerned at that moment.Don saw that the three girls before him seemed very young and were rather short. He had long ago given up guessing the ages of women in their late teens and early twenties, but he guessed that these three were in the former set. The fact that none of them had the slightest bit of pubic hair reinforced this impression. As to their height, Toshia was a couple of inches shorter than his own five foot eight, and none of these girls came up past her nose.“Hi there!” said a slender brunette with straight black hair that hung down the length of her supple back. She seemed completely comfortable with meeting two strangers in the nude. She made no effort to cover either her tiny rigid nipples or her bare nether region. She batted big brown eyes at both of them, and said, “You're new, aren't you?”“Um, yes, we're new,” Don said.“Oh! New playmates!” the other two girls exclaimed with delight in a somewhat off-putting unison.The brunette was looking both Don and Toshia over with blatant interest. She licked her lips, smiled and said, “Welcome! Introduce yourselves, girls.”At that moment, Don had to admit that the creepiness factor was a bit high, and feeling Toshia's hand squeezing his was reassuring.The buxom blonde took a step forward, and did a little curtsy, which was odd considering that she was stark naked. Her hair was very light and cut short, in kind of a pageboy. She had blue eyes and distractingly large tits. She smiled broadly and said “Hello, I'm Chastity.”“Chastity?” Don couldn't help asking. Then his innate sense of manners kicked in and he said, “Pleased to meet you.”The third girl, a leggy redhead, with long curly hair hanging down around her face and over her full, but reasonably medium-sized tits, leaned forward a bit. She flashed a warm smile and startling green eyes at them both and said, “I'm Modesty.”“Hello Modesty,” Don nodded.“And I'm Virginia,” said the thin brunette who seemed to be the trio's leader.“Of course you are,” Toshia said under her breath.If Virginia heard, she did not pay any attention. Instead she said, “And together they call us, ”“The Nymphets!” all three girls exclaimed together.Grinning at the absurdity of the situation, Don looked over at Toshia who was similarly amused. Shaking her head a couple of times to try to regain a straight face, Toshia said, “It's very nice to meet you girls. I'm Toshia and this is Ron. We were wondering if you might tell us where we are?”“You're right here,” Chastity laughed.“Yes, but besides that, where is here?”“This is a bedroom,” Modesty pointed out. She then slipped forward to stand next to Don. She put her a

University of Minnesota researcher Thomas Gabel discusses his research on ecosystem interactions between wolves and beavers in Minnesota. This is part of "The Iconic Beaver," a series that investigates the influence of this keystone species in Minnesota. "The Iconic Beaver" is produced by Mark Jacobs.

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Ever celebrate a friend's birthday at the stroke of midnight, drunk on their porch? We found two guys who did. We crowned our "Asshat of the Week," then got swamped in phone calls over our bathroom habits at work. Plus of course, it's a Football Friday, so Dave gave out his "Pigskin Picks" for Week 2! See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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A new case is phoned in, but the home bound Nero Wolfe isn’t inclined to leave his easy chair, until he learns it involves the florist, and a shipment of…

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Surprise!  An unexpected episode for your long weekend.  You're welcome. Topics this week include: My many issues and overthinking about where to urinate in the bathroom I debate whether certain insults are actually insults at all I get a MRI and have trouble shutting my perverted brain off Some television shows and movies that I've consumed recently  All this plus all the self loathing and stupidity you'd expect from the best and maybe only podcast to come from beautiful Delmont PA! If you would like less of the crap running through my demented brain at any given moment and more of what YOU are interested in hearing...drop me some topics in the ANONYOMOUS BOX.  Link pinned to the top of the show's social media pages. HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT: What is your biggest regret?  If not your biggest, then what is one thing that you regret or one thing you would have done differently if you were given the chance? The anonymous box is your direct path to let your voice be heard on the show. IT'S COMPLETELY CONFIDENTIAL AND ANONYMOUS.  The link is pinned to the top of the shows social media pages. This podcast could not be possible without the amazing anonymous contributions of listeners like you! LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD AND BE PART OF THE SHOW!

S5E17 - Gotta love one of the BMO adventure episodes, and we see BMO take on the wilderness with nothing but a homesick heart and a bashful bubble to join the journey. 

Whoesoever; A Sci Fi Fantasy Story. Ryan makes a visit to the West Service Rooms. In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. And Whosoever Will Be First Among You, Let Her Be Your Servant. Ryan looks up at the stately building. He last visited here on a Grade 6 field trip, seven years ago. This would be a very different experience. Ryan walks through the main door, passes through a scanner at a security checkpoint, and follows signs downstairs to the West Service Rooms, where another security guard waits behind a window. [[MORE]] "I'm Ryan Ganter, I have a 1400 hours appointment," he says to the guard. "ID, please?" Ryan shows him an ID, and the guard swipes it on his computer. "Yes, you're in W7. This is your first time, it says. Welcome. You're quite early; fourteen is actually the time we expect you to check in, and your service will start later. Here is your key." The guard hands him a grey plastic ring. "You put it on your finger. When I buzz you through the doors, you'll need to press it up on the reader at the same time. You'll also use it for your locker. Put absolutely everything you have in your locker: all your clothes, your phone, any jewelry you may have, absolutely everything you have except that key. There are wraps for you to wear; that and your key are all you can bring inside. Once everything you have is in your locker, you can go through screening and into the waiting room. Got it?" Ryan nods, and the guard buzzes him through a pair of doors into a locker room. There's two other men there, a burly one taking off his clothes, and another one wearing glasses putting his back on. Ryan says nothing, finds a locker and begins putting his jacket and shoes into it. He notices the man taking his clothes off has finished, and has taken a cloth from a stack on a shelf and wrapped it around his lower torso, from his midsection to just above his knees.. Ryan takes a wrap too and continues undressing. He has only his underwear on when he puts the wrap around himself and seals the Velcro. "Hey, you should know, they won't let you in with underwear on. Just the wrap," says the man in glasses. "Oh, thanks," says Ryan, and pulls his underwear down without taking the wrap off. He puts it in the locker and locks it, now with nothing at all except the wrap around his lower torso and the plastic ring key on his finger. Ryan looks around and notices that the connecting passages are labeled To Waiting Room and Washrooms/Showers. A digital clock on the wall reads 1300. Ryan thinks to himself that maybe being clean would be a good for this, so he goes into the washroom, where he is alone. The shower area is communal, with several shower heads coming out from the walls. He puts his wrap on a hook and enters the showers. He's lathering himself up when another man enters the washroom, wearing a wrap. Bashful, Ryan covers his crotch with his hands. The man says "Kid, you better get used to being naked if you're going to come here." As if to prove it, he removes the wrap and puts it over his shoulder before going up to a urinal. Ryan looks away and finishes showering. By the time he's done, the other man is gone, so he dries himself off with a towel and puts the wrap back on. Back out in the locker room, the clock now reads 13:10. Ryan heads down the hallway marked To Waiting Room. He turns a corner and sees a security checkpoint, with a young male guard and a full-body scanner. He enters the full-body scanner and a door closes behind him, enclosing him on all sides. "Sir, I need to conduct a visual on you. Please remove your wrap." Ryan slowly unfastens the wrap and holds it in his hands. The guard closely examines Ryan's body, from head to toe, and asks Ryan to turn so the guard can see all sides. Ryan is very uncomfortable but complies. After the guard finishes, satisfied, he says. "Ok, you may put your wrap back on, sir." Ryan does, and then the guard operates the scanner. It is silent, and the guard opens a door to let him proceed. 'Very well, sir. The waiting room is beyond the next door. When she's ready, you'll hear an announcement. Enjoy your service, sir." Ryan says "Thanks," unlocks the next door with his key and walks through to a waiting room. While he's getting his bearings Ryan hears an announcement: "Mr. Bennett, please accept service now in W5. Mr. Bennett, W5." A man gets up and, using his key, goes through a door marked To Service Rooms. Ryan sees magazines on the side tables, and a television on one side of the room displaying a soccer match silently, with captions. A number of men sit around the room, some looking at magazines or at the television, and some looking at a series of framed photos on all the walls. Around the room there are framed photos of naked women, just their faces and torsos, with their legs off the edge of the photo. Looking closer, Ryan sees that each woman is in the middle of intercourse, although all you can see of the man is his penis, coming in from outside the frame to enter the woman. Ryan finds the sight of this a bit much. He sees a reader with a display on the wall, and tests his key: sure enough, it displays his name, the number of his locker, and "13:15, 14:00 appt, W7 15:10." So Ryan guesses he'll be here for nearly two hours before he will actually get in. Fortunately, he likes soccer. He watches the match until it's over, and then begins reading a sports magazine. Eventually, he hears his own name: "Mr. Ganter, please accept service in W7." He gets up, unlocks the To Service Rooms door with his key, and enters a hallway. Following signs, he turns to the right and continues to the door for W7. Hesitating just a bit, he uses his key to unlock that door, and walk in. The door closes behind him before he can take in what he's seeing. A woman, who looks to be about thirty-five though Ryan knows she is older, kneels on the floor before him, wearing only the sheerest of robes, which hides nothing. Her long light brown hair reaches down to touch her breasts, which are round and high on her body. With a professional smile, she says, "Hello, my name is Judy. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?" Ryan can hardly get a word out. "Wow..." Judy's smile becomes more genuine. "Thank you, sir. I'm glad my appearance pleases you." Ryan continues to stare. "Um.. well... could you.. maybe... get up so I could see all of you?" "Of course, sir." Judy gets up off the ground and pushes the small bench she was kneeling on over to the side of the room. She opens her arms wide, spreads her legs slightly, and turns in a full circle. Her robe hides nothing; he can see her breasts, her derrière. She is hairless, so he can see her cleft. "I can see you find this arousing, sir. May I remove your wrap?" Ryan can't speak but nods. Judy pulls the wrap off with one hand and runs her other hand down his erect penis before turning to hang the wrap on a hook by the door Ryan had used. She turns back to him and again kneels, this time on the floor. "Sir, I am here to serve. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?" Ryan starts off, "Pre" before Judy interrupts him. "No, sir, in here I am just Judy. Please call me Judy, sir." Ryan nods and says "Judy. I want to ... I want to fuck you." "Of course, sir," says Judy. "What if I lie on the bed, and you get on top?" Not waiting for an answer, she removes her robe and hangs it on a hook on the far side of the room. Ryan finally notices the bed against the wall as, now fully naked, she lies on it. "Sir, please come here and fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me." Ryan doesn't wait for a second invitation. He gets up on the bed, crawls to a point between her legs and points his penis toward her vagina. "Just a minute, sir," she says, as she guides him inside her. "Yes, please sir, please fuck me." Ryan begins thrusting. But, though an effort of will, he stops himself and pulls out, sitting up in front of her. "No! Not yet. I want more." Judy looks up at him quizzically. "Of course, sir. How may I serve you?" Ryan says "I want... I want to touch you." Ryan gets off the bed and begins using his hands: he gropes Judy's breasts, rubs her nipples with his fingertips, and reaches down and moves his fingers up and down through her outer lips, which makes Judy moan slightly. "Sir, that's good." Ryan turns her away from him onto her side, and begins groping her buttock. "Please, sir, not too hard... ah, thank you sir," says Judy. After a moment of this he begins using one hand on her buttock and reaches the other around her and holds her breast, squeezing gently and then rubbing, which elicits an " Ah, Ah," from Judy. Finally, Ryan has her get on hands and knees, gets behind her on the bed, and enters her vagina from behind. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy, sir," says Judy. This time Ryan doesn't stop himself and he comes. Breathing heavily, he pulls out, rolling away from Judy, pushing his back against the wall. After a moment, Judy gets up off the bed, kneels, and starts to speak. "On—" "Wait," interrupts Ryan, "do we have any more time?" Judy says "Yes, sir, we've only been a few minutes. Are you not satisfied with your service?" "Yeah. I just wanted to ask a couple of questions." "Oh. Sir. I can't answer anything about what I do on the outside in here, sir." "No, I just wanted to know... how can you do this? Out there, you're... you. In here, you begged me to fuck you. You don't even know me. I mean, that's so wild." Judy pauses. "Well, sir, I asked you to fuck me because I knew it's what you wanted — although I wanted it too. In here or out there, I'm a woman. My pussy may not be on display when I'm outside, but it's always there underneath my clothes, and sometimes I get horny and wet and I want to have a cock like yours inside." "But whatever my feelings are, when I'm in here, I'm here to serve you, sir, and the men who come after you. That's what Sexual Equity is, the system we live under, the bargain we made so I can do what I do. And I believe in that system, sir, truly. My service in here makes me better at what I do, out there." Ryan stares at her, nonplussed. "Sir, I can tell you don't understand. Let me try again." Judy rises from the floor and sits on the side of the bed next to Ryan, who moves to lie on his back, looking up at her. She reaches out to his penis with one hand and begins to stroke it. "I don't just do this because it's a condition of my job. When people give service to others, in any way, it changes us for the better. Service gives us a sense of purpose and satisfaction. By easing stress, it makes us happier and healthier. And when we serve others it not only helps others feel closer to us, but also helps us feel closer to them. Giving of ourselves helps us see the kindness and generosity in others. I don't know if you're a Christian, sir, but Christ commands us to serve others, as He served the people in His days on earth." Judy gets up on the bed, kneeling alongside him, facing him. She picks up Ryan's hand and places it on her breast, and then begins to use both her hands to massage him, alternately lightly touching his scrotum and stroking and squeezing his penis, which is beginning to harden again.. "Sex is another way that people become closer together — literally, since we touch each other, but being open and vulnerable with our bodies makes us feel open and vulnerable emotionally, too. You must feel closer to me now, sir, than you did when you came in." Ryan manages to grunt, "uh-huh." His penis is again becoming fully erect. "This is even more true for women. When you're inside me, and I'm all around you, it feels like you're not separate from me, but part of me." Judy moves over to sit astride Ryan; she opens her labia with one hand and guides Ryan's penis to enter her vagina with the other. "And when it's over, you come in me, and my body absorbs the fluid. You literally do become part of who I am." She moves herself up and down slowly on Ryan's penis; he moans. "So if serving you makes me feel close to you, and sex makes me feel close to you, then serving you with sex makes me feel as close as I can ever feel with another person." "You're right, sir, I don't know you; I'll never know your name." She picks up his hand off her breast and kisses it, then takes both his hands and pulls them around to her derrière. "Sir, hold my ass, pull me in tight. I don't learn your name because in this room you are not just yourself, but a representative of all the people of our country. I serve you, and fuck you, so that I can feel as close as possible to all the people you represent. Feel as though everyone in the country is part of me." She continues moving herself up and down, grinding on Ryan's genitals. "My service to you makes my feelings, wants and needs as closely aligned with my country's as they can possibly be. And that's why doing what we're doing now makes me better at what I do outside this room." She moves up and down more quickly, grinds harder. "I hope this feels good, sir. I want to make you come, sir, so I can feel closer to everyone. Sir, can you come one more time for me?" Ryan could. Judy slowly gets off Ryan and lies on the bed. Ryan's still on his back; she's on her side, her face next to his. After a moment, she kisses his cheek and says, "Is there any other way I can serve you, sir?" Ryan shakes his head no. He can hardly move; he is drained. She moves closer and whispers in his ear, "I love my country, sir, and right now, you are my country." She lies there for two minutes, resting her hand on his arm, their naked bodies touching. Nothing more is said. Eventually she kisses his cheek again and leaves the bed. She takes the very thin robe from its hook, and puts it on; Ryan can't see why, since it doesn't hide anything. She then kneels on the floor; Ryan turns to look. "Sir, I have to go now." She looks at a clock on the wall. "It won't be long before they ask you to leave so they can clean. Your ring key will open the exit door." She then recites, "On behalf of His Majesty's Government, thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service." She rises and moves toward the rear door. Ryan calls, "Wait!" She looks questioningly back at him. "Could you just turn around, let me look at you one more time? I want to remember this." Judy smiles, and again holds out her arms and does a slow twirl, while Ryan stares at her body. "Um, thanks," Ryan says. "Of course, sir. And I mean it sincerely when I say, thank you for letting me serve you." She turns to type a code into a hidden keypad, unlocking the rear door; she exits the room. Ryan lies there for another moment before getting off the bed, putting the wrap back around himself and using the ring key to open the door he had come in. Judy closes the door behind her and exhales. Going to the closet, she places her robe in a hamper. She checks the clock again, regrets that she doesn't have time to take her usual shower, and begins to put her clothes back on: underwear, white silk top, navy blazer and skirt, dark stockings and low pumps. She takes just a moment to brush out her hair, and exits. Her assistant is outside the Service Office entrance. "Prime Minister." "Hello, Jules," says Judy. "Well. It's been a long time since I've had a first-timer. It's better than I remember. Anyway. What's next?" "Well, Prime Minister, they're waiting in your office for your Question Time briefing, and then you have the Transport Minister at 16:30." "When's my next service appointment?" "Tonight at 20, and tomorrow morning you have two in a row, at seven-thirty and eight-thirty, before prime minister's questions start at ten." "Thanks. I'd better get ready for Question Time," says Judy. They head up the stairs. To be continued in part 2, by oolonroosevelt for Literotica

Whoesoever; A Sci Fi Fantasy Story. Ryan makes a visit to the West Service Rooms. In 4 parts, by oolonroosevelt. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. And Whosoever Will Be First Among You, Let Her Be Your Servant. Ryan looks up at the stately building. He last visited here on a Grade 6 field trip, seven years ago. This would be a very different experience. Ryan walks through the main door, passes through a scanner at a security checkpoint, and follows signs downstairs to the West Service Rooms, where another security guard waits behind a window. [[MORE]] "I'm Ryan Ganter, I have a 1400 hours appointment," he says to the guard. "ID, please?" Ryan shows him an ID, and the guard swipes it on his computer. "Yes, you're in W7. This is your first time, it says. Welcome. You're quite early; fourteen is actually the time we expect you to check in, and your service will start later. Here is your key." The guard hands him a grey plastic ring. "You put it on your finger. When I buzz you through the doors, you'll need to press it up on the reader at the same time. You'll also use it for your locker. Put absolutely everything you have in your locker: all your clothes, your phone, any jewelry you may have, absolutely everything you have except that key. There are wraps for you to wear; that and your key are all you can bring inside. Once everything you have is in your locker, you can go through screening and into the waiting room. Got it?" Ryan nods, and the guard buzzes him through a pair of doors into a locker room. There's two other men there, a burly one taking off his clothes, and another one wearing glasses putting his back on. Ryan says nothing, finds a locker and begins putting his jacket and shoes into it. He notices the man taking his clothes off has finished, and has taken a cloth from a stack on a shelf and wrapped it around his lower torso, from his midsection to just above his knees.. Ryan takes a wrap too and continues undressing. He has only his underwear on when he puts the wrap around himself and seals the Velcro. "Hey, you should know, they won't let you in with underwear on. Just the wrap," says the man in glasses. "Oh, thanks," says Ryan, and pulls his underwear down without taking the wrap off. He puts it in the locker and locks it, now with nothing at all except the wrap around his lower torso and the plastic ring key on his finger. Ryan looks around and notices that the connecting passages are labeled To Waiting Room and Washrooms/Showers. A digital clock on the wall reads 1300. Ryan thinks to himself that maybe being clean would be a good for this, so he goes into the washroom, where he is alone. The shower area is communal, with several shower heads coming out from the walls. He puts his wrap on a hook and enters the showers. He's lathering himself up when another man enters the washroom, wearing a wrap. Bashful, Ryan covers his crotch with his hands. The man says "Kid, you better get used to being naked if you're going to come here." As if to prove it, he removes the wrap and puts it over his shoulder before going up to a urinal. Ryan looks away and finishes showering. By the time he's done, the other man is gone, so he dries himself off with a towel and puts the wrap back on. Back out in the locker room, the clock now reads 13:10. Ryan heads down the hallway marked To Waiting Room. He turns a corner and sees a security checkpoint, with a young male guard and a full-body scanner. He enters the full-body scanner and a door closes behind him, enclosing him on all sides. "Sir, I need to conduct a visual on you. Please remove your wrap." Ryan slowly unfastens the wrap and holds it in his hands. The guard closely examines Ryan's body, from head to toe, and asks Ryan to turn so the guard can see all sides. Ryan is very uncomfortable but complies. After the guard finishes, satisfied, he says. "Ok, you may put your wrap back on, sir." Ryan does, and then the guard operates the scanner. It is silent, and the guard opens a door to let him proceed. 'Very well, sir. The waiting room is beyond the next door. When she's ready, you'll hear an announcement. Enjoy your service, sir." Ryan says "Thanks," unlocks the next door with his key and walks through to a waiting room. While he's getting his bearings Ryan hears an announcement: "Mr. Bennett, please accept service now in W5. Mr. Bennett, W5." A man gets up and, using his key, goes through a door marked To Service Rooms. Ryan sees magazines on the side tables, and a television on one side of the room displaying a soccer match silently, with captions. A number of men sit around the room, some looking at magazines or at the television, and some looking at a series of framed photos on all the walls. Around the room there are framed photos of naked women, just their faces and torsos, with their legs off the edge of the photo. Looking closer, Ryan sees that each woman is in the middle of intercourse, although all you can see of the man is his penis, coming in from outside the frame to enter the woman. Ryan finds the sight of this a bit much. He sees a reader with a display on the wall, and tests his key: sure enough, it displays his name, the number of his locker, and "13:15, 14:00 appt, W7 15:10." So Ryan guesses he'll be here for nearly two hours before he will actually get in. Fortunately, he likes soccer. He watches the match until it's over, and then begins reading a sports magazine. Eventually, he hears his own name: "Mr. Ganter, please accept service in W7." He gets up, unlocks the To Service Rooms door with his key, and enters a hallway. Following signs, he turns to the right and continues to the door for W7. Hesitating just a bit, he uses his key to unlock that door, and walk in. The door closes behind him before he can take in what he's seeing. A woman, who looks to be about thirty-five though Ryan knows she is older, kneels on the floor before him, wearing only the sheerest of robes, which hides nothing. Her long light brown hair reaches down to touch her breasts, which are round and high on her body. With a professional smile, she says, "Hello, my name is Judy. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?" Ryan can hardly get a word out. "Wow..." Judy's smile becomes more genuine. "Thank you, sir. I'm glad my appearance pleases you." Ryan continues to stare. "Um.. well... could you.. maybe... get up so I could see all of you?" "Of course, sir." Judy gets up off the ground and pushes the small bench she was kneeling on over to the side of the room. She opens her arms wide, spreads her legs slightly, and turns in a full circle. Her robe hides nothing; he can see her breasts, her derrière. She is hairless, so he can see her cleft. "I can see you find this arousing, sir. May I remove your wrap?" Ryan can't speak but nods. Judy pulls the wrap off with one hand and runs her other hand down his erect penis before turning to hang the wrap on a hook by the door Ryan had used. She turns back to him and again kneels, this time on the floor. "Sir, I am here to serve. May I serve you with my hands, my mouth, or by intercourse?" Ryan starts off, "Pre" before Judy interrupts him. "No, sir, in here I am just Judy. Please call me Judy, sir." Ryan nods and says "Judy. I want to ... I want to fuck you." "Of course, sir," says Judy. "What if I lie on the bed, and you get on top?" Not waiting for an answer, she removes her robe and hangs it on a hook on the far side of the room. Ryan finally notices the bed against the wall as, now fully naked, she lies on it. "Sir, please come here and fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me." Ryan doesn't wait for a second invitation. He gets up on the bed, crawls to a point between her legs and points his penis toward her vagina. "Just a minute, sir," she says, as she guides him inside her. "Yes, please sir, please fuck me." Ryan begins thrusting. But, though an effort of will, he stops himself and pulls out, sitting up in front of her. "No! Not yet. I want more." Judy looks up at him quizzically. "Of course, sir. How may I serve you?" Ryan says "I want... I want to touch you." Ryan gets off the bed and begins using his hands: he gropes Judy's breasts, rubs her nipples with his fingertips, and reaches down and moves his fingers up and down through her outer lips, which makes Judy moan slightly. "Sir, that's good." Ryan turns her away from him onto her side, and begins groping her buttock. "Please, sir, not too hard... ah, thank you sir," says Judy. After a moment of this he begins using one hand on her buttock and reaches the other around her and holds her breast, squeezing gently and then rubbing, which elicits an " Ah, Ah," from Judy. Finally, Ryan has her get on hands and knees, gets behind her on the bed, and enters her vagina from behind. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy, sir," says Judy. This time Ryan doesn't stop himself and he comes. Breathing heavily, he pulls out, rolling away from Judy, pushing his back against the wall. After a moment, Judy gets up off the bed, kneels, and starts to speak. "On—" "Wait," interrupts Ryan, "do we have any more time?" Judy says "Yes, sir, we've only been a few minutes. Are you not satisfied with your service?" "Yeah. I just wanted to ask a couple of questions." "Oh. Sir. I can't answer anything about what I do on the outside in here, sir." "No, I just wanted to know... how can you do this? Out there, you're... you. In here, you begged me to fuck you. You don't even know me. I mean, that's so wild." Judy pauses. "Well, sir, I asked you to fuck me because I knew it's what you wanted — although I wanted it too. In here or out there, I'm a woman. My pussy may not be on display when I'm outside, but it's always there underneath my clothes, and sometimes I get horny and wet and I want to have a cock like yours inside." "But whatever my feelings are, when I'm in here, I'm here to serve you, sir, and the men who come after you. That's what Sexual Equity is, the system we live under, the bargain we made so I can do what I do. And I believe in that system, sir, truly. My service in here makes me better at what I do, out there." Ryan stares at her, nonplussed. "Sir, I can tell you don't understand. Let me try again." Judy rises from the floor and sits on the side of the bed next to Ryan, who moves to lie on his back, looking up at her. She reaches out to his penis with one hand and begins to stroke it. "I don't just do this because it's a condition of my job. When people give service to others, in any way, it changes us for the better. Service gives us a sense of purpose and satisfaction. By easing stress, it makes us happier and healthier. And when we serve others it not only helps others feel closer to us, but also helps us feel closer to them. Giving of ourselves helps us see the kindness and generosity in others. I don't know if you're a Christian, sir, but Christ commands us to serve others, as He served the people in His days on earth." Judy gets up on the bed, kneeling alongside him, facing him. She picks up Ryan's hand and places it on her breast, and then begins to use both her hands to massage him, alternately lightly touching his scrotum and stroking and squeezing his penis, which is beginning to harden again.. "Sex is another way that people become closer together — literally, since we touch each other, but being open and vulnerable with our bodies makes us feel open and vulnerable emotionally, too. You must feel closer to me now, sir, than you did when you came in." Ryan manages to grunt, "uh-huh." His penis is again becoming fully erect. "This is even more true for women. When you're inside me, and I'm all around you, it feels like you're not separate from me, but part of me." Judy moves over to sit astride Ryan; she opens her labia with one hand and guides Ryan's penis to enter her vagina with the other. "And when it's over, you come in me, and my body absorbs the fluid. You literally do become part of who I am." She moves herself up and down slowly on Ryan's penis; he moans. "So if serving you makes me feel close to you, and sex makes me feel close to you, then serving you with sex makes me feel as close as I can ever feel with another person." "You're right, sir, I don't know you; I'll never know your name." She picks up his hand off her breast and kisses it, then takes both his hands and pulls them around to her derrière. "Sir, hold my ass, pull me in tight. I don't learn your name because in this room you are not just yourself, but a representative of all the people of our country. I serve you, and fuck you, so that I can feel as close as possible to all the people you represent. Feel as though everyone in the country is part of me." She continues moving herself up and down, grinding on Ryan's genitals. "My service to you makes my feelings, wants and needs as closely aligned with my country's as they can possibly be. And that's why doing what we're doing now makes me better at what I do outside this room." She moves up and down more quickly, grinds harder. "I hope this feels good, sir. I want to make you come, sir, so I can feel closer to everyone. Sir, can you come one more time for me?" Ryan could. Judy slowly gets off Ryan and lies on the bed. Ryan's still on his back; she's on her side, her face next to his. After a moment, she kisses his cheek and says, "Is there any other way I can serve you, sir?" Ryan shakes his head no. He can hardly move; he is drained. She moves closer and whispers in his ear, "I love my country, sir, and right now, you are my country." She lies there for two minutes, resting her hand on his arm, their naked bodies touching. Nothing more is said. Eventually she kisses his cheek again and leaves the bed. She takes the very thin robe from its hook, and puts it on; Ryan can't see why, since it doesn't hide anything. She then kneels on the floor; Ryan turns to look. "Sir, I have to go now." She looks at a clock on the wall. "It won't be long before they ask you to leave so they can clean. Your ring key will open the exit door." She then recites, "On behalf of His Majesty's Government, thank you for this opportunity to serve. I bid you farewell until your next service." She rises and moves toward the rear door. Ryan calls, "Wait!" She looks questioningly back at him. "Could you just turn around, let me look at you one more time? I want to remember this." Judy smiles, and again holds out her arms and does a slow twirl, while Ryan stares at her body. "Um, thanks," Ryan says. "Of course, sir. And I mean it sincerely when I say, thank you for letting me serve you." She turns to type a code into a hidden keypad, unlocking the rear door; she exits the room. Ryan lies there for another moment before getting off the bed, putting the wrap back around himself and using the ring key to open the door he had come in. Judy closes the door behind her and exhales. Going to the closet, she places her robe in a hamper. She checks the clock again, regrets that she doesn't have time to take her usual shower, and begins to put her clothes back on: underwear, white silk top, navy blazer and skirt, dark stockings and low pumps. She takes just a moment to brush out her hair, and exits. Her assistant is outside the Service Office entrance. "Prime Minister." "Hello, Jules," says Judy. "Well. It's been a long time since I've had a first-timer. It's better than I remember. Anyway. What's next?" "Well, Prime Minister, they're waiting in your office for your Question Time briefing, and then you have the Transport Minister at 16:30." "When's my next service appointment?" "Tonight at 20, and tomorrow morning you have two in a row, at seven-thirty and eight-thirty, before prime minister's questions start at ten." "Thanks. I'd better get ready for Question Time," says Judy. They head up the stairs. To be continued in part 2, by oolonroosevelt for Literotica

When Jamal "Stormtrooper" Pogues walked into his old gym, a nickname was born out of an encounter as memorable as any Star Wars saga. That same charisma and presence fill our latest episode where Jamal, the heavyweight sensation, shares his transformation from a bashful giant to a knockout artist in the octagon. It's a tale that dives into the nitty-gritty of a fighter's life – the good, the bad, and the Star Wars decor. Life in the UFC is more than just the bright lights and the roar of the crowd; it's about weathering storms. Jamal opens up about the daunting mental and physical challenges every fighter faces – from childhood struggles with confidence and identity, to regaining his footing post-injury. With stories of perseverance through adversity and sage advice on personal growth, this conversation is a testament to the grit and resilience at the heart of professional fighting. To cap it all off, we take a lighter turn, reminiscing about the time I shared with legends like Jon Jones and Daniel Cormier. Through laughter and candid moments, Jamal and I explore the highs and lows of fame in MMA, the importance of genuine connections, and how to navigate the complexities of life both in and out of the ring. This episode doesn't just pack a punch – it's a knockout blend of inspiration, camaraderie, and the raw truths of an athlete's journey. Join us for an unforgettable conversation that's as diverse as it is deep. --------- EPISODE CHAPTERS --------- (0:00:01) - The Stormtrooper (0:06:56) - Overcoming Adversity in Fighting Careers (0:10:54) - Journey to UFC With Jason House (0:14:50) - Navigating Fame and Adversity in MMA (0:19:19) - Fighter Conversations (0:26:56) - Predictions and Analysis of Upcoming Fights (0:31:38) - Amsterdam Adventures and Beauty Standards (0:39:37) - Relationship Growth and UFC Talk (0:45:22) - Casual Conversations About Life and Relationships (0:52:17) - Don't Give Up

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The cities of the Imperium are cloaked in night at the best of times, and a darkened alleyway carries no special menace. But even Scoundrels dread to venture beneath the docks, close to the blackest Sea. It is here that the nervous Ditri must go to make ends meet. Later, Pippin puts Jean-Claude in his place. Drix lends a helping hand. Andrel spies someone weird.Find special guest David on his podcast Trials of the Apocalypse here! Follow them on twitter @TotaPodcastGhost Lines by John Harper. Music by Sebastian Black and TJ Woods. Art by Yoshiko Agresta.Donate to an Abortion Fund. Twitter Thread with funds for Trigger Law States here. Donate to Equality Texas and Trans Texas. https://ukrainewar.carrd.co/ https://www.navajowaterproject.org/ Follow us on Twitter @ghosts_train, and if you have questions or suggestions for the train email them to ghosttrainpod@gmail.com or leave a voice message at https://anchor.fm/ghosts-on-a-train/message and you might hear yourself on the showWe are a proud member of the Faustian Nonsense Network of podcasts! Join the Faustian Nonsense Network discord here, and support us by joining the FN Patreon!Help the Show by Rating and Reviewing on Apple Podcasts

Don & Tascha wake up in strange circumstances. From Lost In Eros, Book 1, The Manor Part 1 of 20 By BradentonLarry.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.It wasn't an unusual dream for Don. He was chasing his best-friend and perpetual unrequited love interest Tascha through an ever shifting landscape of parking structures, Moroccan ruins and crowded shopping malls. This time there were no evil robots or monsters chasing them, only some kind of generally tag-like game they were playing. Ultimately, Don caught up to his elusive quarry. There was some nonsensical banter, and then the dream Tascha, who at that moment looked a lot like the actress Alyson Hannigan, grabbed Don's head and kissed him hard, almost painfully. This intense moment was followed by a chaotic flood of erotic sensations and images impossible to make sense of. This chaos gradually sorted itself out and Don was lying in bed watching Tascha undress. Tascha now looked like herself, fit and slim, with narrow hips and perfect small breasts; honey brown hair, straight, falling to her shoulders in a tousled mess from the chase; pretty gamin face smiling at him mischievously. Don couldn't see her beautiful violet eyes in the darkness but he felt them dancing with playful wit. She slowly peeled herself out of the harlequin costume she was inexplicably wearing, and then, with supple grace and speed she slipped under the silk top sheet and snuggled up to Don, her back spooned against his front. She then promptly fell asleep.Of course, Don could not sleep, even in a dream, with Tascha's warm naked body pressed up against him. He could smell the floral scent of her hair, his hand could feel her breast pressed against his palm, and her feet were against the tops of his own. Not least, her firm butt was pushed back against his erection, which was rather insistent in its demand for attention. Don cautiously gave Tascha's breast a gentle squeeze, and then moved his hand to run up along her arm, which was crossed in front of her belly. He ran his hand down along the side of her body, caressing the curve of her hip. Raising his head, he kissed her round shoulder. His hand moved down to her upper thigh, as his lips moved slowly, lightly up her shoulder toward her neck. Reaching around a bit further, Don gently slipped his hand between her thighs. Tascha rolled back toward him a bit and parted her legs a little for him. His lips reached her neck, and he paused there, lingering, as he felt her moist sex with his questing fingers. Tascha pushed her behind back against him a bit, parted her legs a bit further, and let out a quiet sigh.And, that was when Don realized he was no longer dreaming. There was actually a naked woman lying up against him and responding to his touch. Moreover, he was sure it was actually Tascha. Confusion pushed itself to the forefront of his mind, shoving a loudly protesting arousal out of the way. Perhaps responding to a change in Don's caress, Tascha's body stiffened a little in his arms. Then she was twisting around and pulling away.“What the hell?!” she looked around in the dark, and then down at Don's own confused face. “Don?”“Yeah,” he croaked, appreciating for the first time that he had just been deeply asleep. In retrospect he would realize that he should here have taken the high ground, but Tascha got there first.“This isn't funny!” she exclaimed. “Where's Sarah?”“I'm not laughing, am I?” Don managed, “And I have no idea. How did you get in here?”“Me? What are you doing in my bed?”“Your bed?” Don frowned and then, for the first time since waking, looked at something other than Tascha. “Well, I don't have silk sheets, so it's not my bed, but is this really your bedroom?”He knew of course that this was not her bedroom, because this room was immense. The enormous four poster bed, which Don guessed must be about the size of four king-sized beds put together, was situated in the middle of the largest bedroom Don had ever seen in person. He imagined there must be palaces with bedrooms this big, but nothing that either Tascha or he could possibly afford to even rent. All about the room were small tables, and some bureaus with drawers, that had candles on them. The ceiling was at least fifteen feet overhead, and was paneled in the same dark wood as the walls.“Where the hell are we?” Tascha demanded.“Seriously, do you honestly think I have any idea?” Don asked.“Yeah, I guess not,” Tascha grudgingly admitted. “But still, what the hell is going on?”Don shrugged, and clambered over to the side of the bed and sat up, putting his feet down on the soft plush carpeting that covered the floor from wall to wall. He stood up and took a few steps toward the nearest bureau.“Yep, you're naked alright,” Tascha said from behind him.He looked back over his shoulder with a smile, to see her crawling across the bed to join him, and said, “I'm pretty sure you are too.”“Yeah, I noticed,” she scowled. “Do you see any clothes lying around?”“Not even a little,” Don admitted. “What's the matter? Bashful?”“Ha!” she laughed as she got out of the bed, and moved toward him. Don couldn't help but gape a bit at the sight of her body, which he was seeing naked for the first time. He was a little surprised that she looked pretty much as he had imagined, even down to the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. She frowned a little at his attention, and said, “I can see you're not bashful.”“Well, it's not like,  Oh!” he noticed that she was looking at the hard-on that was standing out proudly in front of him. Don laughed, “Well, what can I say? You're hot.”“It's not just that,” she said as she stepped ahead of him toward the bureau. “Don't think I didn't notice what you were up to when I woke up.”Deciding to change the subject, Don said, “I'm pretty sure these candles weren't lit a few minutes ago.”“You mean when you were groping me?” she scowled over her shoulder at him, catching him looking at her butt.“Um, yeah, then.”“Make it a habit of molesting any woman you wake up next to?”Don frowned for a second before saying, “Well, yeah. Should I be apologizing for that? Look, I was, at best, half-asleep. I stopped as soon as I realized I wasn't dreaming.”“You didn't take your hand away,” she observed with a wry smile.“You didn't give me a chance.”“Uh huh.”“Hey, you weren't exactly unresponsive,” Don pointed out.Tascha shook her head, and said, “Fine, we were asleep, and you didn't kidnap me and try to rape me.”“Exactly,” Don nodded. “But, really, did you need to throw ‘rape' into the conversation?”Tascha looked around the room angrily, “Well, somebody sure as hell is up to something like that. We've been kidnapped, stripped and put into bed together. This is either going to turn out very badly or we're the victims of some really elaborate and twisted practical joke.”“Yeah,” he nodded, “that does seem to be about the size of it.”“Now, let's see if we can find some clothes.” Tascha pulled the top drawer of the bureau open.“Well, we can't wear those,” Don observed.After what felt like a long moment, Tascha swallowed and said, “No, that one can be worn.”The black-felt-lined drawer had an interesting array of dildos of various types, colors and sizes lined up inside it. Tascha was right; the one furthest to the right was a strap-on.Tascha pushed the drawer closed emphatically, and then rather forcefully opened the next. This one held a variety of other sex toys, including a number of tubes of what were labeled as simply “LUBRICANT”.“What, no brand name?” Don wondered as he took one of the tubes to examine more closely.Tascha ignored him and opened the third and final drawer, only to find a number of whips, flogs and riding crops. She slammed this drawer shut angrily, and stormed off to the next bureau. Don trailed after her, still looking at the tube of LUBRICANT.“This really is weird,” he pointed out. “Not only is there no brand name, there's nothing else at all on this. No manufacturer, no ingredients list, no expiration date, no instructions or warnings. Nothing.”Tascha stopped, the handles to the next drawer in her hands, and looked slowly around the room. Don looked up, saw her, and also took a moment to look around the room. Almost simultaneously, they said, “No doors.”“This is less and less funny by the minute,” Tascha scowled. Opening the drawer in front of her, she snapped, “More fucking sex toys!”Don fought back the urge to point out that that was a bit redundant; Tascha was clearly in no mood for silly comments. Instead he said, “You know I really think what I said earlier about the candles was important.”“You really think they lit all by themselves when we woke up?” Tascha asked while continuing to open drawers in the dwindling hope of finding any kind of garment.Don, who thought their state of undress was the least of their troubles, stopped to look at one of the candlesticks more closely. He said, “Well, I had the distinct impression that it was very dark when I started ,  'groping' you. I'm certainly sure it wasn't this bright.”There seemed to be nothing unusual about the candle. He took the candle in hand and pulled it out of his holder. Tipping it to the side only resulted in a trickle of melted wax running onto the carpet. Don felt a pang of guilt for messing up someone's carpet, but quickly got over it. Whoever had abducted them, out of mischief or malice, deserved to have their carpet messed up, at the very least. He blew the candle out, and it stayed out. He put the candle back in place and it promptly glowed back to life.“Fucking hell,” he said. “Did you see that?”“Damn it, Don,” Tascha said from the other side of the room. “There's nothing but sex toys in this place. What the hell is going on?”“A couple of things come to mind. Probably the least alarming is some kind of Candid Camera thing,” Don suggested as he looked around a bit more carefully at the walls, peering into the dark corners.“Yeah! They must be watching us somehow,” Tascha began to glare at the walls, looking for any sign of a camera.Don picked up another candle and moved closer to the wall, working his way toward the corner. “The trouble is,” he said, “that if it's a webcam it could be extremely small, and if it's up near the ceiling we probably won't be able to find it. Of course, the video quality will suck, particularly at that distance.”“You've given this way too much thought, Don,” Tascha said from her side of the room, where she had taken a candle of her own and was examining the wall for lenses.“Not really; just now. The thing is that whoever did this went to a lot of trouble for a crappy video of us. I mean, look at this place. They must have piles of money; you'd think there'd be a big two-way mirror in here somewhere.”Tascha stopped and looked back at him, “Seriously, you're not helping.”Don shrugged, and then turned around to look at her. “I just thought of something else.”“What?” she asked, turning to see him.“I don't feel drugged at all.”“Me either,” she shrugged. “Oh, yeah. How did someone get us here, undressed and in bed together without drugging us? Or, at least one of us?”“Hey, you said you believed me!”Just at that moment, there was a kind of scraping sound from the direction of the bed. Tense from the strange circumstances of their predicament, both Don and Tascha turned quickly; in time to notice that one of the panels over the bed had slid open, and before three bodies tumbled out of the opening and onto the bed. This was all accompanied by at least a pair of high pitched shrieks and followed by a chorus of giggling laughter. An enthusiastic feminine voice said, “Look what you did!”Another said, “It wasn't me!”A third said, “Well, it wasn't me!”Three completely naked young women had fallen into their room, onto the enormous bed, without any obvious injury, and now were proceeding to boisterously tickle each other, in the apparent hope of soliciting a confession of some sort. Meanwhile, the panel over the bed slowly slid closed. Don and Tascha looked at each other with confused expressions. Don then Tascha blew out their respective candles and set them down on the closest bureau. Then, moving cautiously, as if afraid to draw the three new women's attention, they came together about twenty feet from the nearest side of the bed.“A psychology experiment of some kind?” Tascha suggested quietly.“A good one!” Don whispered with a grin.She jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow, and hissed, “Focus! We've been kidnapped, remember?”Before Don could respond, one of the three brawling young ladies caught sight of them and gave a delighted squeal. “Hello there!” she said, and then, “Look girls, we've got company!”There was a chorus of happy noises as the three bed crashers disentangled themselves and clambered for the edge of the bed. Don was surprised to feel Tascha's hand steal into his. He smiled a little as her fingers intertwined with his. He didn't think the three women coming toward them looked like sadistic cannibals, but this was a very weird situation, and he appreciated Tascha's concern. In any case, anything that made her hold his hand was a good thing in his book, at least as far as he was concerned at that moment.Don saw that the three girls before him seemed very young and were rather short. He had long ago given up guessing the ages of women in their late teens and early twenties, but he guessed that these three were in the former set. The fact that none of them had the slightest bit of pubic hair reinforced this impression. As to their height, Tascha was a couple of inches shorter than his own five foot eight, and none of these girls came up past her nose.“Hi there!” said a slender brunette with straight black hair that hung down the length of her supple back. She seemed completely comfortable with meeting two strangers in the nude. She made no effort to cover either her tiny rigid nipples or her bare nether region. She batted big brown eyes at both of them, and said, “You're new, aren't you?”“Um, yes, we're new,” Don said.“Oh! New playmates!” the other two girls exclaimed with delight in a somewhat off-putting unison.The brunette was looking both Don and Tascha over with blatant interest. She licked her lips, smiled and said, “Welcome! Introduce yourselves, girls.”At that moment, Don had to admit that the creepiness factor was a bit high, and feeling Tascha's hand squeezing his was reassuring.The buxom blonde took a step forward, and did a little curtsy, which was odd considering that she was stark naked. Her hair was very light and cut short, in kind of a pageboy. She had blue eyes and distractingly large breasts. She smiled broadly and said “Hello, I'm Chastity.”“Chastity?” Don couldn't help asking. Then his innate sense of manners kicked in and he said, “Pleased to meet you.”The third girl, a leggy redhead, with long curly hair hanging down around her face and over her full, but reasonably medium-sized tits, leaned forward a bit. She flashed a warm smile and startling green eyes at them both and said, “I'm Modesty.”“Hello Modesty,” Don nodded.“And I'm Virginia,” said the thin brunette who seemed to be the trio's leader.“Of course you are,” Tascha said under her breath.If Virginia heard, she did not pay any attention. Instead she said, “And together they call us, ”“The Nymphets!” all three girls exclaimed together.Grinning at the absurdity of the situation, Don looked over at Tascha who was similarly amused. Shaking her head a couple of times to try to regain a straight face, Tascha said, “It's very nice to meet you girls. I'm Tascha and this is Ron. We were wondering if you might tell us where we are?”“You're right here,” Chastity laughed.“Yes, but besides that, where is here?”“This is a bedroom,” Modesty pointed out. She then slipped forward to stand next to Don. She put her arm around him and began to caress his chest.“And, um, where is this bedroom exactly?” Don asked.“Right here, silly,” Chastity giggled. Following Modesty's lead, Chastity moved up close to Don, and promptly began to stroke his cock, which had become considerably less stiff during the searching of the room, but was, naturally enough, quickly responding to this new attention.Tascha stared at the two girls brazenly fondling Don with a look of shock and amazement. He looked back at her with a confused expression of amusement, which was obviously not one of objection. Tascha decided to try another tack. She asked, “Where did you girls come from?”“From the hole over the bed,” Virginia said, with a tone that added ‘obviously.' She smiled at Tascha and reached out to caress her shoulder reassuringly.Tascha looked at the hand on her shoulder and then back to Virginia, and asked, “And before that?”Virginia's hand had left Tascha's shoulder and moved slowly down her arm. Virginia cocked her head to the side a bit and then traced her fingers over the skin of Tascha's breast, circling her nipple with her fingernails. Don felt Tascha shiver. Finally, Virginia said, “Well, before that we must have been upstairs, I suppose.”At a loss for words, Tascha tore her eyes off the brunette who seemed to be very, very close to her now, and looked to Don for help. Don met her eyes, and then nodded downward, directing her to notice the fact that Chastity had dropped to her knees in front of him and was slowly but purposefully sucking on his cock, which was now again extremely hard.Modesty leaned in and ran her tongue over Don's nipple, and he found his free arm slipping around the pretty redhead's body. He looked back at Tascha, who still clutched his other hand but had her eyes closed. Virginia's mouth was on Tascha's tit, sucking on her nipple. Don made what seemed to him to be a herculean effort and managed to ask, “Do you know what we're doing here?”Modesty gave his nipple a playful nip, then looked up at him with a glimmer in her emerald eyes, and said, “We're having fun.”Chastity took Don's cock out of her mouth long enough to add, “Silly.”Don struggled to come up with a response to that, or a new question to ask, but Modesty then got down to her knees next to Chastity, and the two girls began to take turns sucking on his cock, licking it, and kissing each other, all with happy enthusiasm. He looked back over to notice that with her free arm Tascha was holding Virginia's head to her breast, and that Virginia had worked one hand up between Tascha's legs, and seemed to be slipping at least one finger up inside Tascha's pussy, while pressing her palm against Tascha's clit. The sight of Tascha standing naked next to him, obviously experiencing intense sexual pleasure was riveting.Then Don was distracted by the fact that Chastity and Modesty had abruptly stopped orally pleasuring him. He looked down and saw that they were whispering and giggling about something. Before he could ask what was going on, though, he felt Tascha pulling on his arm. Looking up, he saw that Virginia was drawing Tascha toward the bed. Tascha followed almost as if Virginia's mouth and fingers had bewitched her. Soon, Don felt Tascha's fingers loosen, and he let her hand go. In another moment, Virginia had fallen back on the huge bed, pulling Tascha down with her.Don looked back down, only to see Modesty and Chastity getting to their feet. Chastity still had his very hard cock in her hand.“We were trying to decide who gets to fuck you first,” Modesty explained with a happy grin.“Ah,” Don smiled. “Don't I get a say in that?”Modesty laughed, and said, “And make you hurt one of our feelings?”The two girls put their arms around him and guided him, quite willingly, toward the bed, where he saw that Virginia had rolled Tascha over on her back and was working her way down Tascha's body.Reaching the bed, Chastity let go of Don and crawled up on the bed, only a short distance away from where Tascha was arching her back while Virginia buried her face between her legs.As Don climbed back onto the bed, he asked Modesty, “Well, who won?”“Oh, we'll all win,” she laughed. She swatted him playfully on the ass, and said, “Now lie on your back.”Happy to oblige, Don lay back on the silk sheets, looking to the side to see Tascha, one hand tangled in Virginia's dark hair, and the other cupping her own breast tightly. Then, Don's attention was dragged back to himself, as he felt Chastity straddling his abdomen. He looked up to see this beautiful blonde young woman smiling happily down at him as she reached down and took his cock in her hand. As Don reached up to get his hands on the girl's luscious tits, Chastity rubbed the head of his organ all along her very wet lips. Modesty came up behind her friend and reached around, adding her hands to Don's on Chastity's tits. As Chastity pushed Don's cock into the mouth of her pussy, Modesty began to kiss her friend's neck. Slowly, Chastity lowered herself, letting Don's eager penis fill her. Don's cock, already over stimulated by the strange events prior to this, almost exploded at once. Fortunately, Chastity stopped for a moment.“That's a big cock, isn't it?” Modesty asked.“Um-hum!” Chastity nodded.“She hasn't had a nice big cock in a long time,” Modesty smiled down at Don, before going back to kissing and nibbling on Chastity's neck.Chastity put her hands on Don's chest and began to slide slowly up and down on his shaft. Don and Modesty squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. The erotic intensity of the sight of this blonde beauty riding him with the redhead waiting her turn was only matched by the sensation of having Chastity's warm, tight pussy milking Don's cock. Modesty began to nibble and suck on Chastity's ear, which caused the blonde to cry out happily and to reach up over her shoulder to hold Modesty's head to her. Now supported with one hand on Don's chest, and his own hands on her full breasts, Chastity sank down fully on his cock and began to grind back and forth on him. His cock slid in and out of her, while she pressed her clit down against his lower abdominals.Next to him on the bed, Tascha's arm suddenly flew out and grabbed his bicep in a vice-like grip. Her whole body tensed and she cried out as Virginia made her come hard and long. Don watched raptly, almost distracted from the fact that a sexy young woman was riding his body to an impending orgasm of her own.Then, though, Don felt fingers stroking his balls, and noticed that Modesty had let go of Chastity's tits. After a few moments of this, Modesty said from over Chastity's shoulder, “She loves this.”Chastity held still for a moment, and Don felt pressure against the underside of his cock. He realized that Modesty had pushed at least one finger up into Chastity's ass. Chastity gasped, lowered herself a bit, so that her big breasts were almost in Don's face. Then she began to rock on him. Don could feel Modesty working her finger(s) in and out of her friend's butt while his body was being used to fill Chastity's pussy and to rub against her clit. It wasn't long before Chastity squealed out and began to shake and quiver on top of Don. He felt her pussy squeezing and pulling on his cock as she came. She seemed to come and come in a series of gradually diminishing orgasms.Eventually, the pretty blonde collapsed onto Don's chest, breathing hard. Don noticed that there was motion on Tascha's side of the bed, but before he could see what was happening, Modesty's impish face appeared over Chastity's naked, sweat-glistened shoulder and said, “My turn!”Chastity laughed good-naturedly, and slowly pulled herself up off Don's cock, then gave him a quick kiss on the lips before rolling off to the side. Modesty, who was already straddling Don's legs, didn't waste a moment. She scooted up over him, took his wet and slippery cock in her hand, and positioned it at the mouth of her pussy. She sank down on it in one greedy motion.“Um, now that's good!” she grinned down at him. Modesty brought her knees up, and planted her feet on either side of Don, so that she was squatting down on top of him. He took her narrow waist in his hands as she began to piston up and down on his shaft enthusiastically. Soon she was shouting, “Yes! Yes!” as she drove herself down again and again on him. Throwing her mane of red hair back, she finally pushed down on him one last time and held still while she trembled and shook with her orgasm.Don's thoughts slowly started to wander back toward what a strange series of events he was caught up in. But then, Virginia said, “It's my turn!”“Aw, I'm not done with him,” Modesty pouted.“You only let me have one turn,” Chastity pointed out with a giggle.“Oh, fine.” Modesty slowly released Don's cock, leaned down to kiss him, and then rolled off to tackle Chastity.Looking around a bit, Don saw Virginia up on her hands and knees, facing what Don was thinking of as the foot of the bed, where she and Tascha had been just a few minutes earlier. Virginia tossed her dark hair over her shoulder and said, “Come fuck me, Don.”Shaking his head a little in bemusement, Don managed to get up on his knees and behind Virginia. While doing this he was looking around for Tascha. He eventually saw her moving along a section of a wall, pushing and prodding at it. Suddenly drawn back to the actual particulars of his and Tascha's predicament, he realized that she was looking for a secret panel. This was an excellent idea, though he was surprised she had thought of it in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Obviously, he wouldn't have thought of it, not while the Nymphets were distracting him. He thought about joining Tascha in her search, but then thought that it might be a good idea to continue to put on a show for whoever was probably watching, giving Tascha a chance to possibly look without being watched herself.In any case, Don thought, as he pushed his cock slowly into Virginia's exceptionally tight and hot vagina, to leave the party on the bed now would just be rude. He took hold of Virginia's very narrow waist with both hands and began to fuck in and out of her slowly and almost to the full length of his cock. At her quite vocal encouragement, he began to pick up the pace, driving in and pulling out of her almost violently. He felt Virginia's fingertips brushing against the underside of his cock as she reached back to play with her clit. She tossed her long hair back, out of her face. Don, on a whim, reached forward and took hold of a large bit of that dark hair, up close to her scalp and pulled her head back, using that grip on her hair and the hold on her waist to keep her in place while he fucked her from behind.Somehow, knowing that Tascha was looking for an escape made it easier to resist the almost overwhelming urge to come. Every fiber of Don's body wanted to fill this incredibly sexy and wanton girl's pussy with his cum, but he was able to hold back, fucking her hard and deep, until she was gasping and crying out that she was coming. Chastity and Modesty squealed with delight and crowded around their partner in sexual mischief, kissing and stroking her quivering body.Eventually, Virginia pulled away from Don, and fell into Modesty's welcoming embrace. Chastity, on the other hand, threw herself on her back on the bed with her smooth legs wide, and said, “Oh! My turn again! Fuck me, Don!”Don smiled down at the cute little blonde who was grinning up at him and squeezing her big tits, and moved over between her legs. When he lowered himself so that he could push his cock into her, Chastity threw her legs around his waist, pulling him into her. With a very satisfied look on her face, she began to rock against him.Up near Chastity's head, Virginia and Modesty had quickly gotten into a tight 69. Don looked from that to the cute face of the girl he was fucking, felt the pussy squeezing and pulling his cock, and new that it wouldn't be long at all before he would be coming. Losing all sense of restraint, he began to fuck in and out of Chastity with abandon. She grinned broadly above her jiggling tits and said, “Yes, fuck me hard!”It was right then that Don heard Tascha calling his name. With tremendous strength of will, he turned his head and saw her standing at the wall, in front of an opening of some sort. She was gesturing at him emphatically. Now?! he thought to himself. Don closed his eyes tightly, reminded himself that he really did love Tascha, and then opened his eyes and smiled down at Chastity.“I'm terribly sorry, my dear, but I have to go now.”“Oh, poo!” she said with an exaggerated, but, somehow he was sure, entirely sincere pout.He leaned down and gave her a kiss, and said, “But it was lovely to meet you, and I'd be happy to do this again soon.”“Oh good!” she beamed, and kissed him again.Don pulled out of her and crawled across the bed toward Tascha. Looking back, he saw that Virginia and Modesty had already included Chastity in their playful pile of oral sex. Padding across the floor with his raging hard on bouncing before him, Don thought, This had better be good.To be continued. In The Secret PassageBy BradentonLarry for Literotica

The_Bashful_Body

J & Z talk about peeing, wet dreams, and more

Don't be BASHFUL about listening to this episode! We know there are things you don't know and we want to help you! Join Aly, LJ, and Becki talk about the things you don't want to ask about! And if you think you're a Disney pro, listen to see if you agree with us! Hosts: Aly Thomas, LJ Johnson, and Becki Smedley Editing: Scott Frazier Ready to plan your magical Disney vacation with a podcast co-host? Fill out our 1-minute form here and we'll be in touch: https://pages.letsdisney.com/disney-trip-questionnaire-smart-moms-plan-disney-podcast https://smartmoms.typeform.com/dopeymoment Ads in this episode: Join our podcast community on Facebook to catch the Happily Ever After Show weekly, and take part in the conversation. We want to connect with you! Join us here: https://www.facebook.com/groups/smartmomsplandisneypodcast ⁠ Planning Disney with Babies, Toddlers, and Preschoolers with Katie Boone https://www.facebook.com/groups/plandisneywithlittleones/  Becki Smedley with the Disney Bounding Community on Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/groups/598178735396589/?hoisted_section_header_type=recently_seen&multi_permalinks=710230097524785

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SAG/WGA Strike: They've done it! The actors are on strike, joining the writers and Hollywood is SHUT DOWN! WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE!? Tom Cruise: Mission Impossible Dead Reckoning Part 1 is now in theaters and Tom Cruise's position as KINO boy is in question!? HOW DARE YOU!!? WONKA: You didn't ask for it, but you're going to get it! Timothee Chalamet brings us the young Wonka origin story we don't need. FALLOUT OF YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS!, MISSION IMPOSSIBLE FALLOUT!, TOM CRUISE!, PICKET LINE!, SCABS!, STRIKE!, SAG!, SCREEN ACTORS GUILD!, THE MEANS OF LABOR!, MORE FOLLOWERS ON KICK!, ON THE BARBIE!, PISSAH!, PACKIE!, KANGAROO!, TOM CRUISE DEFENDERS!, OBLIVION!, AFTER EARTH!, BILLIONAIRES!, WORKING ACTOR!, REPLACED BY ROBOTS!, ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE!, NOBLE!, ANDOR!, SECRET INVASION!, SPOILERS!, BOOKS TO READ!, DIABLO!, PODCAST!, EXOPRIMAL!, JERKING THAT COCK!, MIKE'S DREAM!, REBAR!, HUGE!, ARI ASTER!, A24!, RON PERLMAN!, POETRY!, SONS OF ANARCHY!, LOSING THEIR HOUSES!, TOUGH GUY!, HISTORIC DEAL!, VEILED THREATS!, KATHLEEN KENNEDY!, STIR SHIT UP!, INDIANA JONES AND THE DIAL OF DESTINY!, BOB IGER!, SOCIAL MEDIA!, 2008!, JACKED IN!, ON THIS DAY!, OLD TWEETS!, FLICKCHART!, MICHAEL AND MICHAEL!, THREADS!, SURVIVOR!, FRAN DRESCHER!, RONALD REAGAN!, ENGAGEMENT!, INVASION!, REALITY SHOWS!, KARDASHIANS!, THE NANNY!, RESIDUALS!, THE WIRE!, STREAMING!, CRITICAL MASS!, CAPITALISM!, GROWTH YEAR OVER YEAR!, PLASMOIDS!, CINEMA!, LETTERBOXD!, TOP 4!, TOM CRUISE SLANDER!, MAGNOLIA!, PAUL THOMAS ANDERSON!, OSCAR!, THERE WILL BE BLOOD!, NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN!, THE MASTER!, MINORITY REPORT!, VANILLA SKY!, JERRY MAGUIRE!, WAR OF THE WORLDS!, NICOLE KIDMAN!, AMC!, REGAL!, AMC A LIST!, REGAL UNLIMITED!, CINEMARK!, 2002 OSCARS!, KINO BOY!, 9/11!, DON'T CALL MER SHIRLEY!, DANNY TREJO!, PEPSI!, SCREENING!, POSTER!, PIN!, BARBIE!, OPPENHEIMER!, BARBENHEIMER!, I LOVE YOU DR JONES!, SHORT ROUND!, SANKARA STONE!, WILLY WONKA!, PADDINGTON!, TWINK!, MISCAST!, TOM HOLLAND!, SNL SKETCH!, DIGITAL SHORT!, TIM BURTON!, JOHNNY DEPP!, BEN AFFLECK!, BATMAN!, HARRY POTTER!, WIZARDING WORLD!, OOMPA LOOMPA!, HUGH GRANT!, SNOW WHITE!, LIVE ACTION!, NOT DWARVES!, REAL ONE!, DOPEY!, DOC!, SNEEZY!, BASHFUL!, HAPPY!, OPTICS!, PRINCE!, HUNK!, BAD HOMBRES!  You can find the videos from this episode at our Discord RIGHT HERE!

Did you notice sexual humour is making its comeback on the dance floor? For this week's episode Kikelomo is talking to MCR-T and Miss Bashful about the legacy of sexually explicit songs in dance music. The couple just released what they call their “first born”: “Tootsie Pop”. Their debut album is full of horny club bangers. Plus: a pledge to boycott face-scanning at live venues, “The Warehouse” being declared a permanent landmark, Drake's cringey book of IG captions, amazing sound design in the new Zelda and your weekly recommendation – this week with Nathan Micay calling in from Berlin. The Week is a production by Telekom Electronic Beats and ACB Stories.

As sure as the days grow longer and the temperature creeps higher, the Summer of Summers will return to the feed of the Professional Contestants. Once again we find ourselves facing a game show made for childen, that we as grown men are extremely capable of winning. We just need to place our intelect into something that can actually participate in the game. Something like a Boy Bot. A Boisterous Boy Bot. And if he isn't Bashful then he'll Bash the competition. We're sorry. Zach openly dislikes Ryan Seacrest, Jared dreams up a wonderful Itallian story on the spot, and Adam purports to be a maze expert. Talking Points Include: The Summer of Summers, Summer Vibes, Perpetual Consenters, Which Candy Land Character Are You, A Low Slime Rating, Muddy Pokemon Maze, Wheel of Fortune Current Events, Buongiorni the Fruit Vendor, A Non-Bashful Boisterous Boy Bot

this week michael and david are definitely absolutely not bothered by people pointing out their shoddy journalism - instead they debate madonna boob sieves (you know the ones), the making of a gherkin and michael bemoans his genoise (again). remember to send in your submissions for the olymp-icks!want to get involved? email us at stickybunboys@gmail.com with any dating disaster stories, baking questions or taste tests.we are on instagram and twitter @stickybunboys and check out extra content on our onlyflans over at patreon.com/stickybunboys. recorded and edited by alex preston. artwork by haiminh lee, music courtesy of the artisans beats and david thomas for sonic boom audio ltd.the sticky bun boys are not endorsed by or affiliated with love productions, the great british bake off or any of its subsidiaries. all views and opinions are our own. Get bonus content on Patreon Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Hello friends! Thank you for your patience as my life has been a little wonky. With the end the school year approaching I will be taking a short break as to not burn out until June 3rd! To round out this season, we will end with a double feature of fan requests! Thank you so much for listening, we will see you on June 3rd. In the mean time you may enjoy League of Loreheads, Lore of Legends, Leaguecast, or League of Legends Audiobooks (all on Spotify and other platforms). If you visit them, let them know I sent you!

Why do some covert narcissists pretend to be shy or bashful? Welcome my channel! If this is your first time seeing my face or hearing my voice, my name is Lee and I am a self aware narcissist. I have narcissistic personality disorder ( NPD ) and I've been in therapy for my personality disorder since 2017 and it has definitely changed my life because without it, I would have lost everything. The point of these videos is to help bring awareness from the other side of the narcissistic *buse spectrum. All my videos give perspective on why many narcissists do what they do and the possible different reasons behind them. The victims and survivors get validation and the Narcissists (those that are willing) get to see that you can get help and that you are not alone. Website - www.mentalhealness.net 1 on 1's and all my links - https://beacons.page/mentalhealness Orlando Florida 5/20 - https://www.rawmotivationscoaching.com/workshop Self Love Journal - https://a.co/d/70L3zKb Thank you so much and lets HEAL together --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mentalhealness/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mentalhealness/support

The Ramsey Call of the Day is a quick, daily dose of advice on life and money in under ten minutes. Hear from experts like Dave Ramsey, Ken Coleman, Rachel Cruze, Dr. John Delony, George Kamel & Jade Warshaw. Part of the Ramsey Network. Delivered to you five days a week. Learn more about your ad choices. https://www.megaphone.fm/adchoices Ramsey Solutions Privacy Policy

This week on the podcast the gang get European as we delve into the world of Krautrock, we ask where has all the salad gone, spaghetti westerns, Earth or should I say Black Sabbarth and Peter gives us his funeral plans.Join in with the chat by sending us an email on apintwithpeter@gmail.com or if your on tweet use @apintwithpeter. You can now support the podcast even more by buying us a pint on https://www.buymeacoffee.com/pintwithpeter. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/a-pint-with-peter/message

Dave Ramsey & Jade Warshaw answer your questions and discuss: "I don't know what to do next", Why whole-life insurance sucks, from the blog: What Is Whole Life Insurance? "How can the FDIC afford to insure everyone's money?" from the blog: Why Your Money Is Safe in a Bank: A Look at FDIC Insurance and What It Covers. How Rocket Mortgage is screwing their customers. Support Our Sponsor: Neighborly Have a question for the show? Call 888-825-5225 Weekdays from 2-5pm ET Want a plan for your money? Find out where to start: https://bit.ly/3cEP4n6 Listen to all The Ramsey Network podcasts: https://bit.ly/3GxiXm6 Learn more about your ad choices. https://www.megaphone.fm/adchoices Ramsey Solutions Privacy Policy

Some of my old vinyl LP's get a bit of an airing this week, with the likes of Lester Flatt & the Nashville Grass, the Marshall Family, Collins & Blackwell & the Dixie Bluegrass Boys, and ‘Bashful' Brother Oswald. From the CD shelves comes Chris Henry & the Hardcore Grass, Kathy Kallick, the Waller Brothers, Australian band ‘Old South', and the Po' Ramblin' Boys. There's some fine banjo playing from Beth Stevens & Edge, and a 16-year-old Carl Jackson – just a broad spectrum of bluegrass music.

Full show - Monday - Nightmares with Dream Expert Lauri Loewenberg - Steve is a bear expert - OPP - Bashful in the bedroom - Advent calendars - Erin wants to be buried alive

Ken's relationship was going great until recently. She asked if they could try something pretty wild in the bedroom, and Ken isn't sure he can ever look at her the same again! Is their relationship over? What should he do?

Halloween etiquette; gopher farming; the brief unhappy life of Mr.Know It All; Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy and Yeezy; and Cats, Cats, Cats on this Whad'ya Know Podcast--

Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Grumpy, Happy, Sleepy and Yeezy & All the News That Isn't

Today's episode is about a snail named Norman and a group of roses in a garden. Follow along as roses Blush and Bashful learn a difficult lesson about the value of confidence and inner beauty.Draw us a picture of what you think any of the characters in this story look like, and then tag us in it on instagram @storiespodcast! We'd love to see your artwork and share it on our feed!!If you would like to support Stories Podcast, you can subscribe and give us a five star review on iTunes, check out our merch at storiespodcast.com/shop, follow us on Instagram @storiespodcast, or just tell your friends about us!Check out our new YouTube channel at youtube.com/storiespodcast. If you've ever wanted to read along with our stories, now you can! These read-along versions of our stories are great for early readers trying to improve their skills or even adults learning English for the first time. Check it out.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Best way to fish top waters from the boat Lower-coast summer tips and trends with Capt. Dean Thomas, Tarpon heating up – putting the odds in your favor, Reading bait at the jetties , WWSD? WWCD? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices