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***Guest AppearanceCredits to:https://www.youtube.com/@EG_Developer "The Art of Raising Capital"https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oo0HNrZOvtI If you're a real estate investor or developer wrestling with the age-old question—how do I find funding for my deals?—You're not alone. Most of us start in the same place: we turn to banks, endure rigorous credit checks, and cross our fingers that the funds come through. But as veteran investor Jay Conner shared in his interview with Eugene Gershman, there's a better way: Raising Private Money.In this episode, we'll break down Jay's method for leveraging private lenders—a system that not only allows you to fund deals quickly but puts you firmly in the driver's seat.The Bank Shutdown That Sparked a ChangeJay's journey into private money began out of necessity. For years, he'd relied on banks, but in 2009, his line of credit was abruptly closed. With deals under contract and no financing in sight, he asked himself, “Who do I know that can help?” That call led him to the world of private money, where individuals, often using their retirement funds, can invest in real estate for higher, safer returns.Don't Beg for Money: Teach InsteadOne of Jay's core philosophies? Don't chase money—attract it by teaching. Instead of pitching individual deals with desperation, Jay developed a private money “program.” He educated potential lenders on what private money is, how it works, and why it's mutually beneficial—all before bringing any specific investment opportunity to the table.By wearing his “teacher hat,” he positioned himself as a knowledgeable, trustworthy guide rather than someone begging for help. This simple shift allowed him to raise over $2 million in 90 days.The Secret: Separate the Funding Conversation from the DealJay Conner emphasizes that the worst time to raise money is when you need it urgently for a deal; desperation has a scent that savvy investors can detect. Instead, he recommends cultivating interest in your program beforehand. Explain your investment approach, outline your terms (like 8-10% interest, first or second lien position, borrowing up to 75% of after-repair value), and show potential lenders how their money is protected.When a deal arises, you call with “great news”—not a desperate plea. The money is already pledged, and investors are ready and waiting.Indirect Outreach: Ask for Referrals, Not FundsA genius part of Jay's approach is the indirect ask. Rather than pitching investments directly, he'd connect with well-networked locals (like the town's original Zenith TV dealer!), share that he's helping people earn high rates of return, and ask for referrals. More often than not, people would express interest themselves or spread the word to their circles.This reflective, relationship-driven technique allowed Jay to build a network of 47 private lenders, most of whom had never even heard of private money lending before he educated them.Scaling Up: From Small Deals to MillionsIs this approach scalable? Absolutely. Whether you need $500,000 or $10 million, Jay's model works by adapting your outreach. For example, he's raised nearly a million dollars in a single luncheon by teaching his program to a room of community influencers. He regularly uses presentations, podcasts, and word-of-mouth to reach potential lenders, rather than relying solely on one-on-one conversations.The Role of Self-Directed IRAsA powerful hack in the private money world is using self-directed IRAs. Many investors have retirement funds languishing with low returns. By educating them on how to use these funds for private lending, J

Hot sex to go with that hot wax. by ClochardCeleste, listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. We pulled in to the gas station and he put the truck in park. “You want to tell me we're at a gas station at one in the morning instead of in bed at my apartment?” I pointed to the long, squat building adjacent to the gas station, its drive-in conveyorized tunnel car wash. I'd done a little recon on it, knew how it ran, knew all the levels of service it provided, and knew exactly how long the Ultimate Supreme Wash Plus service lasted. I'd run my own car through it last week. I knew that in exactly eight minutes your car got the Simoniz double bond, the wheel brite brake dust cleaner, the tire shine, UV protectant triple foam polish, and a hot wax and shine treatment.“We never get each other alone like this, and you want to spend our time getting the truck washed?” “Come on,” I said. “No one's in line.” He shook his head, but put the truck in drive again and steered it into the entrance bay. As I looked over at him scanning the instructions on the payment console, my body was already tensing up in anticipation. “Ultimate Supreme Wash Plus,” I said. He grinned at me. “Are you telling me my truck is filthy?” No, I wanted to say, I'm telling you that I am. A minute later, the door to the wash slowly opened and he drove his truck onto the conveyor. The candy-colored lights on the entrance arch blinked, encouraging us to drive forward. Forceful sprays of pre-wash and water hit the undercarriage. As he concentrated on getting the truck in just the right spot on the conveyor, I quietly unbuckled my seat belt. As soon as the door closed behind us, I'd only have eight minutes. A loud buzzer sounded and the lights on the arch glowed red. As the door squealed shut behind us, he put the truck in park and looked over at me. “You're acting very weird.” “Put your seat back,” I said. “All the way back.” The way he looked at me, I knew he was starting to understand. He did as I said. “Now push the steering wheel all the way up.” He did this, too. Then I crawled across the center console and straddled him. I pulled my shirt over my head and leaned into him. Putting my lips on his ear, I whispered, “I'm going to make you feel so good.” I could feel his heart thundering in his chest; between my legs, his cock was already hard. Slipping off him, and onto my knees, I was grateful for the roominess of his F150, and also grateful, for once, for my petite stature. I could feel the reverberations of the undercarriage wash as I knelt there, running my hands up the inside of his thighs. I let my fingers dance ever so lightly over the crotch of his track pants, his hard cock making the fabric taut. He laid his head back on the headrest and I heard him take several deep breaths. I reached up into his waistband and pulled his cock out. I ran my tongue around the tip, licking up the glistening pre-cum. I took him in my mouth, sucking just a little at first, and flicking the tip of my tongue against the underside of the head. I felt his hand in my hair, gently pushing it away from my face so he could watch me as I sucked him. I leaned forward and took more of him in my warm mouth, working my way down his shaft until I had taken his entire length and I could feel him at the back of my throat. I pulled back a little and let my tongue run along the throbbing vein that ran the length of his cock. His groan turned me on so much that I could feel my pussy start to pulse. “Look at me as you work that cock,” he whispered. I lifted my eyes to his face with his cock in my mouth. The way he looked down at me made me so hot that I reached down under my skirt and ran my fingers over my pussy. They came away wet. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock and moved my mouth up and down his length, increasing my suction and letting my tongue swirl against the underside of his shaft. At the same time, with my other hand, I put my finger deep into my pussy and used my thumb to rub my clit. The sounds he made as I pleasured him were such a turn-on. I was so wet I couldn't even finger-fuck myself properly. Suddenly, the windows went opaque with cream-colored cleanser and I saw we were headed for the rolling brushes. Six minutes left. I climbed back onto him, but was surprised when he reached down and pressed the button to recline the seat flat. As it went horizontal, he edged himself away from under me and pointed to the seat. “Lie down and scoot up. It's my turn. I want to eat that little pussy right now.” This wasn't part of the plan. This was going to be me pleasuring him for the length of time it took to get a car washed. And besides, I didn't think we had time for this detour, considering the different ways I wanted to fuck him before the car wash was over. But the way he looked at me, I didn't waste a moment scrambling up the seat so that I could rest my elbows on the back seat. He pushed my skirt above my hips and lifted me so that my knees were on his shoulders. Then he edged my thighs open with his head. The moment his lips touched my pussy, I had to stop myself from grinding myself into his face. As the rollers rocked the car back and forth, he ran his tongue first down one side of my clit, then down the other. Then he let it run gently over the top and I felt like I was going to come right then. Being inside a private, enclosed space, with the roar of car wash implements in the background, stripped away my inhibitions, and instead of biting back my sounds of pleasure, I let them come. “I love the way you sound when you're getting fucked,” he said. “Put your fingers in me,” I said breathlessly. “Fuck me with your fingers as you eat me out.” He immediately put a finger in me, but it wasn't enough–I needed more. He pulled out and worked two in. That was better. He leaned back into me and bathed my clit with his tongue as he thrust his fingers in and out. I opened my legs wider and wider until I had one foot on the driver's side window and the other on the dashboard. He looked so good between my thighs. I moved against his fingers, my pussy gripping them tight. “That is so fucking good,” I panted. The car lurched forward and was doused in an enormous splash of water, sending the creamy foam streaming down the windows. I realized we were now in the UV foam wash. We had four minutes left. He drew back and wiped his mouth with a handful of fabric from my skirt, and laughed. “You are dripping.” I pulled his head to mine. “I want you in my pussy right now.” He grinned at me and ran his tongue over the edge of his front teeth in that way that drove me insane and I felt myself on the edge of losing control. “Then I want that bra off,” he said. I've never taken a bra off so fast. His hot tongue was on my nipple in a second, and I could feel the stimulation as keenly as if he'd been licking my clit. I groaned and opened my legs wide again, raising my hips to meet his hard cock. “Please fuck me now.” He guided himself into my tight cunt slowly at first and he felt so good that I tried to pull him in the rest of the way, but he pinned my arm against the seat and tortured me by making me take him inch by inch. With my free arm, I reached down for my clit. “I am going to come so hard on your cock, daddy.” He gave me that sexy grin again. “Oh, are you going to come on my cock?” “Yes, Daddy.” He pushed himself deeper into me, and a look of pure pleasure crossed his face. “Oh my god,” he groaned. The soap rained down the sides of the window as the car was jostled by the foam brushes. He pulled back a little so he could watch his thick cock moving in and out of my pussy. I kept playing with myself as he fucked me. “That's right, rub that clit while I fuck your tight little pussy.” He released my arm and pushed my right leg up so that it was on his shoulder. “Can I fuck you harder?” “Daddy, you can do anything you want to this pussy.” He started pounding me so hard I couldn't tell if the truck was rocking from the foam brushes or from us. Water flowed down the windows again as the conveyor moved the truck forward, and I saw, for the first time, a security camera trained on the belt. I don't know why I hadn't even considered this possibility–I seized up a little, and he noticed. “What's wrong?” I pointed to the camera, and he wrenched around to look at it. “What if someone's watching us right now?“He ran his hand over my breasts and tweaked my nipple. “You mean, what if the night clerk is in the back room, watching us on the security feed right now?” I nodded. He started fucking me again, this time with slow, deep, long strokes. “If he's watching you get your pussy pounded like this,” he whispered in my ear, “then he's stroking his cock.” The idea of another man jerking himself off as he watched me get fucked was such a turn-on–I pictured him standing in front of the closed-circuit TV, spitting in his hand, and then jerking off his stiff cock as he watched another man get his cock off in my pussy. “That's so hot,” I whispered. “You like that, baby?” he growled, speeding up his thrusts. “Yeah, I know you want him to get himself off watching you get fucked so good.” This idea was so intensely hot that my orgasm crept up on me without warning. It bore down on me like a freight train; there was no way to stop it. I imagined the night clerk groaning as he stroked, watching me get fucked, then imagined his roar of pleasure as the cum exploded from his cock and streamed over his hand. My orgasm sent my body into a convulsion. “Fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming so fucking hard, oh my god, don't stop!” I clamped down on his hips with my thighs and my pussy throbbed. I threw my head back and cried out so loud that I was sure I could be heard over at the gas station. “God, I'm about to fill you up,” he said, as the truck lurched forward again, into the last segment of the wash, the hot wax. Though I was still swimming in the waves of pleasure from my orgasm, I put both hands on his chest and pushed him off me. We only had two minutes left. He looked down at me, confused. “What are you doing?” I pulled my legs up and flipped over so that I was lying on the inclined seat face-down. “I want you to finish in my ass.” I heard his sharp intake of breath behind me. He gently ran his hands across my buttocks. “Are you sure?” I looked over my shoulder at him, biting my lower lip. “What are you waiting for?” He fingered my pussy and used my post-orgasm wetness to lubricate my asshole, then pushed his cock back up my cunt to get it wet. As I watched the hot wax droplets sprinkle onto the rear windshield, he used his hand to push on the small of my back so my ass was raised up. I reached behind me and pulled my cheeks open so he could push the head of his cock inside me. He went slowly, pushing against the resistance, and for a moment, I couldn't imagine there was any way he could get his big cock inside that tiny hole. He reached underneath me and hooked his finger in my pussy while, with his other hand, he continued to thread his cock into my ass. I gasped as I began opening up to accommodate him–a strange sensation, edged with pain. I knew beyond it was an entirely different kind of pleasure, the kind that was impossible to put into words, but he had to push himself entirely inside my ass to get me there. He continued lubricating his shaft with my juices, easing his way into me. “Holy shit,” he groaned. I rocked my hips against him to take him those last couple inches, and finally I felt his body against my ass. He was balls-deep and slowly started working his cock in and out of my tight hole. He pushed my head down and tangled his fingers in my hair. “Beg for it,” he whispered. “Tell me how bad you need to get your ass fucked.” I clenched against his cock, barely able to speak. He pulled my hair harder. “Beg for it.” “Oh, daddy, I fucking need that cock in my ass.” He reached around beneath me and found my clit. He flicked it rhythmically in just the right place, faster and faster as he fucked me. The sensation was so good it was almost unbearable. I ground my hips against him. “Fuck yes,” he growled, “milk that cock.” I felt the truck come to stop on the belt. The air dryers roared on. I knew the door would be opening any moment. There couldn't be more than thirty seconds left before we were exposed to the world again. He took hold of the edge of the seat for leverage, using it to push himself as deep in my ass as he could go. “Right there,” he whispered. “Right…fucking…there. I'm gonna come, I'm gonna fucking come.” Hearing his voice, hoarse with pleasure that I was giving him, sent me careening toward the edge, and before I even understood what was happening, I was coming again, just as he exploded in me. He roared as he filled me up with his cum. I could see the tunnel growing lighter as the door slowly opened, but I could barely move; my legs were quivering. As the hum of the giant dryers ceased, he helped me sit up. The blinking lights of the exit arch lit up his face as he smiled down at me. He started to say something, then just shook his head, and tucked himself back into his track pants. As I pulled my shirt back on and smoothed my skirt, I could feel his cum dripping out of me, but I didn't care. I fell against the window like a rag doll. I was completely used up. He readjusted the driver's side seat and reset the rear-view mirror, which I'd kicked askew. The door was all the way open now, revealing the bays of fuel pumps and illuminated lottery signs. As he steered his truck out of the car wash and past the gas station, I saw a single figure in front of the window, watching us as we drove away. by ClochardCeleste for Literotica

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“During the time of us rehearsing (112), we would watch Jodeci, Boyz 2 Men, Blackstreet and we would say that was going to be us one day” ~ Q Parker of 112 Q Parker of the legendary R&B group 112 skips class with Lalaa Shepard of The Progress Report to speak about singing since age 4, discovering his voice at home with his mother, growing up COGIC in church, proud jock and scholar in High School, landing his record deal in the early 90s with Diddy, contract issues with 112 and eventually going solo, solo album ‘The MANual” which released in 2012, adjusting to the new era of music, legacy and writing songs, salutes Jagged Edge for staying together 20+ years, his 2024 single “Beg”, and plans for new music. 0:00 Q Parker Skipping Class drop 0:09 introduction 0:35 born and raised in Atlanta, GA (Cleveland Ave) 2:08 grew up COGIC in the church 2:34 first realizing he could sing at age 4 3:49 vocal development 4:30 teacher support/ parent support 5:05 played football, basketball, ran track, and played tennis as a kid 5:45 college or record deal 6:49 singing for Puffy 7:10 first thoughts meeting the other members of 112 and forming the group (Slim, Mike, and Daron) 9:10 getting kicked out of 112 9:50 the culture 10:15 secular music conflicting with church background 12:10 making subtle love music 13:30 hardships of being in a group and eventually going solo 15:54 Jagged Edge staying together 20+ years 16:33 solo album ‘The MANual” released 2012 18:00 112 talented vocalists 19:04 reassurance 19:30 adjusting to the new era of music 21:04 TikTok 22:22 112 music going viral 24:03 creating the ‘Bridge Project' during Covid to help artists come together/ artists being influenced by each other with R&B and gospel music 25:25 Brothers United of Atlanta project 25:50 giving back to the community 27:30 Q Parker Legacy Foundation 27:51 writing “I Should Have Cheated” for Keyshia Cole 28:33 other records written by Q Parker 28:47 Kevin Littles/ 112 sample 29:45 residual legacy income 31:33 thoughts on artists having to perform still/ RIP Angie Stone! 34:45 original contract issues with 112 35:52 importance of accolades 37:01 relationship with Jagged Edge 39:12 112 appearing on a 1996 episode of Moesha 41:07 new music and 2024 single “Beg” 43:33 wifey 43:45 what does our keyword “progress” mean to Q Parker Website: https://linktr.ee/TheProgressReportMediaGroup Listen to us on the Revolt Podcast Network: https://tr.ee/GxMmkTcj7o Listen to us on Apple Podcasts https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-progress-report-podcast/id1494070183 Listen to us on Spotify Podcasts https://open.spotify.com/show/5sBgF6wWa7NmHraP2QuBEv?si=a0f5f19b8a494fb5 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/qparker112/ https://www.instagram.com/lalaashep/ https://www.instagram.com/theprogressreport101/ https://www.instagram.com/tprmediagroup1/ Website: https://TPRMediaGroup.com #TheProgressReport #112 #QParker #Diddy #JaggedEdge #KeyshiaCole #LalaaShepard #SkippingClass #AngieStone

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**CUT TO:** INT. RACHEL DRATCH'S OFFICE - DAY RACHEL DRATCH (50s, comedic actress, eating a bagel) sits at her desk. The door bursts open and SCIENTIST 1 rushes in. SCIENTIST 1 Hey—uh— RACHEL DRATCH Rachel looks up, annoyed. RACHEL DRATCH What, dammit; what?! I just sat down with my bagel! SCIENTIST 1 I know but— I need your help— interpreting something? RACHEL DRATCH What is it? Gibberish? SCIENTIST 1 Not really, it's— RACHEL DRATCH I'm an expert in Gibberish— SCIENTIST 1 I know; but— RACHEL DRATCH Classical and neo-modern. SCIENTIST 1 Yeah, it's not that. RACHEL DRATCH What is it. SCIENTIST 1 Alien, I think. RACHEL DRATCH Which species. SCIENTIST 1 Species. RACHEL DRATCH WHICH— ugh— give me that! Rachel snatches a piece of paper from Scientist 1 and produces a MONOCLE, placing it on her eye. SCIENTIST 1 Since when did you get a monocle? RACHEL DRATCH since when we changed insurance companies which supplies said ‘monocologists' and covers such expenses sans-coh-pay. SCIENTIST 1 You mean copay? RACHEL DRATCH Shut up. Hm. Looks to be Unrealian in orgim but I could be mistaking this dialect. SCIENTIST 1 What. RACHEL DRATCH Could also possibly be AAHHMEK. SCIENTIST 1 Ahmek? RACHEL DRATCH Ano, AAAAH— nevermind. Is this an actual apostrophe? SCIENTIST 1 Beg your pardon. RACHEL DRATCH The apostrophe— is it human derived, or the human pseudo translation replacement for a afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh? SCIENTIST 1 Say again. RACHEL DRATCH Is it an actual apostrophe, or is the mark mean to insinuate the commonly used extraterrestrial character afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh? SCIENTIST 1 …I don't know. RACHEL DRATCH WELL, then—I'm afraid I can't help you until you forgive that out— SCIENTIST 1 What. RACHEL DRATCH Depending on what the mark is, those could be two veerrrrry different things. SCIENTIST 1 Would you just, RACHEL DRATCH Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to presume the consumption of my RAISINBagel. SCIENTIST 1 You know what. Scientist 1 stares at Rachel, exasperated. SCIENTIST 1 -_- -_- -_- …fine. Scientist 1 snatches the paper and walks away angrily. Rachel starts to schmear her bagel, mumbling to herself. RACHEL DRATCH —wants me to translate, but doesn't know the difference between an apostrophe, and a afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh. Please! **CUT TO BLACK.** Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. C'cxell Soleïl

**CUT TO:** INT. RACHEL DRATCH'S OFFICE - DAY RACHEL DRATCH (50s, comedic actress, eating a bagel) sits at her desk. The door bursts open and SCIENTIST 1 rushes in. SCIENTIST 1 Hey—uh— RACHEL DRATCH Rachel looks up, annoyed. RACHEL DRATCH What, dammit; what?! I just sat down with my bagel! SCIENTIST 1 I know but— I need your help— interpreting something? RACHEL DRATCH What is it? Gibberish? SCIENTIST 1 Not really, it's— RACHEL DRATCH I'm an expert in Gibberish— SCIENTIST 1 I know; but— RACHEL DRATCH Classical and neo-modern. SCIENTIST 1 Yeah, it's not that. RACHEL DRATCH What is it. SCIENTIST 1 Alien, I think. RACHEL DRATCH Which species. SCIENTIST 1 Species. RACHEL DRATCH WHICH— ugh— give me that! Rachel snatches a piece of paper from Scientist 1 and produces a MONOCLE, placing it on her eye. SCIENTIST 1 Since when did you get a monocle? RACHEL DRATCH since when we changed insurance companies which supplies said ‘monocologists' and covers such expenses sans-coh-pay. SCIENTIST 1 You mean copay? RACHEL DRATCH Shut up. Hm. Looks to be Unrealian in orgim but I could be mistaking this dialect. SCIENTIST 1 What. RACHEL DRATCH Could also possibly be AAHHMEK. SCIENTIST 1 Ahmek? RACHEL DRATCH Ano, AAAAH— nevermind. Is this an actual apostrophe? SCIENTIST 1 Beg your pardon. RACHEL DRATCH The apostrophe— is it human derived, or the human pseudo translation replacement for a afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh? SCIENTIST 1 Say again. RACHEL DRATCH Is it an actual apostrophe, or is the mark mean to insinuate the commonly used extraterrestrial character afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh? SCIENTIST 1 …I don't know. RACHEL DRATCH WELL, then—I'm afraid I can't help you until you forgive that out— SCIENTIST 1 What. RACHEL DRATCH Depending on what the mark is, those could be two veerrrrry different things. SCIENTIST 1 Would you just, RACHEL DRATCH Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to presume the consumption of my RAISINBagel. SCIENTIST 1 You know what. Scientist 1 stares at Rachel, exasperated. SCIENTIST 1 -_- -_- -_- …fine. Scientist 1 snatches the paper and walks away angrily. Rachel starts to schmear her bagel, mumbling to herself. RACHEL DRATCH —wants me to translate, but doesn't know the difference between an apostrophe, and a afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh. Please! **CUT TO BLACK.** Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. C'cxell Soleïl

**CUT TO:** INT. RACHEL DRATCH'S OFFICE - DAY RACHEL DRATCH (50s, comedic actress, eating a bagel) sits at her desk. The door bursts open and SCIENTIST 1 rushes in. SCIENTIST 1 Hey—uh— RACHEL DRATCH Rachel looks up, annoyed. RACHEL DRATCH What, dammit; what?! I just sat down with my bagel! SCIENTIST 1 I know but— I need your help— interpreting something? RACHEL DRATCH What is it? Gibberish? SCIENTIST 1 Not really, it's— RACHEL DRATCH I'm an expert in Gibberish— SCIENTIST 1 I know; but— RACHEL DRATCH Classical and neo-modern. SCIENTIST 1 Yeah, it's not that. RACHEL DRATCH What is it. SCIENTIST 1 Alien, I think. RACHEL DRATCH Which species. SCIENTIST 1 Species. RACHEL DRATCH WHICH— ugh— give me that! Rachel snatches a piece of paper from Scientist 1 and produces a MONOCLE, placing it on her eye. SCIENTIST 1 Since when did you get a monocle? RACHEL DRATCH since when we changed insurance companies which supplies said ‘monocologists' and covers such expenses sans-coh-pay. SCIENTIST 1 You mean copay? RACHEL DRATCH Shut up. Hm. Looks to be Unrealian in orgim but I could be mistaking this dialect. SCIENTIST 1 What. RACHEL DRATCH Could also possibly be AAHHMEK. SCIENTIST 1 Ahmek? RACHEL DRATCH Ano, AAAAH— nevermind. Is this an actual apostrophe? SCIENTIST 1 Beg your pardon. RACHEL DRATCH The apostrophe— is it human derived, or the human pseudo translation replacement for a afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh? SCIENTIST 1 Say again. RACHEL DRATCH Is it an actual apostrophe, or is the mark mean to insinuate the commonly used extraterrestrial character afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh? SCIENTIST 1 …I don't know. RACHEL DRATCH WELL, then—I'm afraid I can't help you until you forgive that out— SCIENTIST 1 What. RACHEL DRATCH Depending on what the mark is, those could be two veerrrrry different things. SCIENTIST 1 Would you just, RACHEL DRATCH Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to presume the consumption of my RAISINBagel. SCIENTIST 1 You know what. Scientist 1 stares at Rachel, exasperated. SCIENTIST 1 -_- -_- -_- …fine. Scientist 1 snatches the paper and walks away angrily. Rachel starts to schmear her bagel, mumbling to herself. RACHEL DRATCH —wants me to translate, but doesn't know the difference between an apostrophe, and a afahmblunsenphOuallentprprh. Please! **CUT TO BLACK.** Copyright © The Festival Project, Inc. ™ | Copyright The Complex Collective © 2019 ™ All Rights Reserved. C'cxell Soleïl

Murska Sobota je danes gostila Prvi program Radia Slovenija v sklopu projekta Talenti EU-regij. Tema? Beg možganov. A na terenu smo spoznali nekaj ljudi, ki možganov niso posojali drugim.Spoznajte dr. Mitjo Lainščaka, vrhunskega kardiologa in svetovno priznanega raziskovalca srčnega popuščanja, ki kljub globalnim priložnostim ostaja zvest rodnemu kraju – Murski Soboti. Je znanstveni gigant, ki svojo svetovno kariero gradi na periferiji – in dokazuje, da tudi Prekmurje lahko bije v svetovnem ritmu.In potem sta tu Katja Fras Čibej in Boris Čibej – ona, socialna delavka, on, legendarni novinar, Delov dopisnik iz Moskve, Washingtona, Kijeva in Dunaja ter ustanovitelj prve slovenske spletne strani Mat’kurja. Danes živita na Goričkem. On piše o vojnah z domačega vrta, ona kulturno prebuja vasico s projektom Košček sreče. Skupaj dokazujeta, da se svet ne konča, kjer se konča asfalt. Poslušajte pogovore, ki razbijajo stereotipe o življenju na robu. Je lahko obrobje novo središče sveta? Kako ostaneš pronicljiv novinar iz Domanjševcev? In zakaj bi Putin moral poslušati Kuzle? »Vsebina je nastala s finančno pomočjo Evropske unije. Za vsebine projekta Talenti EU regij je odgovorno uredništvo in ne odraža nujno stališč Evropske Unije.« Poglavja: 00:02:25 Pogovor z dr. Mitjo Lainščakom 00:07:52 Pogovor s Katjo Fras Čibej in Borisom Čibejem

Ko se je tistega dne, prvega v tednu, zvečerilo in so bila tam, kjer so bili učenci iz strahu pred Judi, vrata zaklenjena, je prišel Jezus, stopil v sredo mednje in jim rekel: »Mir vam bodi!« (Jn 20,19) Strah, ki je navdajal učence pred Judi, jih je zaprl v dvorano zadnje večerje, kjer so zaklenili vrata. Koliko ljudi danes po svetu dneve in noči preživlja po kleteh in po zakloniščih, ker jih je strah bomb, ki padajo z neba, ker jih je strah izstrelkov, ki rušijo in ubijajo. Kako zelo potrebujejo ljudi, ki vstopijo v njihov strah in tudi njim prinesejo sporočilo: »Mir vam bodi!« »In glej, prav tisti dan sta dva izmed njih potovala v vas, ki se imenuje Emavs in je šestdeset stadijev oddaljena od Jeruzalema. Pogovarjala sta se med seboj o vsem tem, kar se je zgodilo.« (Lk 24,13-14) … Silila sta ga in govorila: »Ostani z nama, kajti proti večeru gre in dan se je že nagnil.« In vstopil je, da bi ostal z njima. (v. 29). Ne, ta pot v Emavs ni bilo potovanje. Potovanje je pot k novim spoznanjem, k novim doživetjem, k širšim obzorjem. Njuni koraki iz Jeruzalema proti Emavsu so bili beg. Beg pred nevarnostjo, beg pred razočaranjem, beg od življenja brez prihodnosti. Reke ljudi tečejo po poteh in brezpotjih sveta, ker bežijo. Bežijo pred nasiljem, pred vojno, pred lakoto, bežijo pred revščino in pred obupom. Tudi na tem begu so izkoriščani, preganjani, prezirani, deležni pa so tudi sočutja in usmiljenja. Kako zelo potrebujejo ljudi, ki jim spregovorijo spoštljivo besedo, ljudi, ki ostanejo z njimi, ki hodijo z njimi, ki jih povabijo k svoji mizi. Žene, ki so prišle z Jezusom iz Galileje, so si ogledale grob in kako je bilo položeno njegovo telo. (Lk 22,55). Kdo bi mogel izmeriti solze mater, žena in otrok, ki jih jočejo ob grobovih svojih sinov, mož in očetov. Solze, ki jih nihče ne more osušiti, ker tečejo iz praznine ob izgubi in srčne bolečine. Žene, ki so prišle k Jezusovemu grobu, je nagovoril angel: »Vstal je, ni ga tukaj!« Koliko angelov bo moralo priti k vsem grobovom sveta in žalujočim prinesti sporočilo o vstajenju in o življenju. Zato tebe, Gospod Jezus Kristus, ki si ob tisti veliki noči v Jeruzalemu vstal iz groba in prinesel življenje vsem, ki jih ogrinja senca smrti, prosim, da tudi za letošnjo veliko noč prideš v srca vseh, ki odločajo o življenju drugih, da se bo v njihovih srcih zaslišala tvoja beseda: »Mir vam bodi!«; da tiho stopiš ob tiste, ki bežijo, da bi živeli ter hodiš z njimi, da se jim bodo ob srečanju s teboj odprle oči; da se tiho dotakneš vseh objokanih lic, da bodo ob tvojem nežnem dotiku deležni tolažbe in upanja. Gospod Jezus, pridi s svojim sporočilom vstajenja v naš svet, stopi v naša življenja, da bomo polni upanja deležni tvoje obljube odrešenja. Dragi dobri ljudje, vsem vam voščim blagoslovljeno veliko noč Jezusovega in našega vstajenja. msgr. Stanislav Zore OFM ljubljanski nadškof metropolit

Thanks Donna for selecting today's drug name! She left a voicemail asking for pronunciation help via the contact page on my website https://www.thepharmacistsvoice.com.   In this episode, I divide Myrbetriq and mirabegron into syllables, tell you which syllables to emphasize, and share my sources. Written pronunciations are helpful! They are below and in the show notes on www.thepharmacistsvoice.com/podcast (select episode 326).    Myrbetriq = meer-BEH-trick Meer, like a mirror BEH, like Belize (a country in Central America)  Trick, like “Trick or Treat” Emphasize the middle syllable - BEH Sources: (1) Prescribing Information for Myrbetriq (patient information section) on the FDA's website, (2) ispot.tv, and (3) Myrbetriq's website https://www.myrbetriq.com/    Mirabegron = MIR-a-BEG-ron MIR, like a mirror A, which is a short “A” sound (uh) BEG, like a dog begs for a treat Ron, like Ron Weasley (Harry Potter's friend) Emphasize MIR and BEG. BEG gets the most emphasis.  Sources: MedlinePlus and the USP Dictionary Online    If you know someone who would like to learn how to say Myrbetriq or mirabegron, please share this episode with them. Subscribe for all future episodes. This podcast is on all major podcast players and YouTube. Popular links are below. ⬇️   Apple Podcasts   https://apple.co/42yqXOG  Spotify  https://spoti.fi/3qAk3uY  Amazon/Audible  https://adbl.co/43tM45P YouTube https://bit.ly/43Rnrjt   Recommend a drug name for this series via email: kim@thepharmacistsvoice.com or leave a voicemail message for me through the contact tab on my website https://www.thepharmacistsvoice.com.   ⭐️ Sign up for The Pharmacist's Voice ® monthly email newsletter! https://bit.ly/3AHJIaF   Host Background: Kim Newlove has been an Ohio pharmacist since 2001 (BS Pharm, Chem Minor). Her experience includes hospital, retail, compounding, and behavioral health. She is also an author, voice actor (medical narrator and audiobook narrator), podcast host, and consultant (audio production and podcasting).    Links from this episode  Prescribing information for Myrbetriq on FDA's website. (Accessed 4-17-25)  Myrbetriq commercial (ispot.tv) https://www.ispot.tv/ad/wcLD/myrbetriq-enough-is-enough Myrbetriq's website https://www.myrbetriq.com/ Mirabegron on MedlinePlus (accessed 4-17-25) https://medlineplus.gov/druginfo/meds/a612038.html USP Dictionary Online (Subscription-based resource)  USP Dictionary's pronunciation guide (Free resource, American Medical Association's website)  The Pharmacist's Voice Podcast Episode 324, Pronunciation Series Episode 52 (liraglutide)  The Pharmacist's Voice Podcast Episode 322, Pronunciation Series Episode 51 (ketamine) The Pharmacist's Voice Podcast Episode 320, Pronunciation Series Episode 50 (Jantoven) The Pharmacist's Voice Podcast Episode 318, Pronunciation Series Episode 49 (ipratropium) The Pharmacist's Voice Podcast Episode 316, Pronunciation Series Episode 48 (hyoscyamine) The Pharmacist's Voice Podcast Episode 313, Pronunciation Series Episode 47 (guaifenesin) The Pharmacist's Voice Podcast Episode 311, Pronunciation Series 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Im Januar 2025 haben Großbrände in Kalifornien massive Schäden verursacht. Dutzende Menschen starben. Begünstigt wurden die Feuer durch ungewöhnliche Trockenheit, befördert durch den Klimawandel. Ein Feature von Nils Dampz, Antje Sieb und Reinhard Speigelhauer. Von Nils Dampz, Antje Sieb und Reinhard Spiegelhauer.

(03:00): Kendt restauratør-par er flygtet til Guatemala: Nu svarer de på kritik. Medvirkende: Flemming Schiøtt Hansen, tidligere ejer af Stedsans. (15:00): Begår Donald Trump insider trading? Medvirkende: Kasper Meisner Nielsen, professor og centerleder på Copenhagen Busniess School med insider trading som forskningsområde. (33:00): Tidligere PET-chef kritiserer ny lov. Medvirkende: Hans Jørgen Bonnichsen, tidligere operativ chef for Politiets Efterretningstjeneste, PET. (41:00): Naser Khader revser Fyns Politi: Det er amatøragtigt. Medvirkende: Naser Khader, tidligere politiker og nuværende debattør. Værter: Kasper Harboe & Mathias Wissing.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

(02:00): DIGNITY kritiserer forsvarsaftale med USA. Medvirkende: Rasmus Grue Christensen, direktør i DIGNITY. (12:00): S forsvarer trillebørnehaver, "ingen" har bedt om. Medvirkende: Jonas Manthey, kandidat til kommunalvalget i Københavns Kommune (S). (30:00): Chefredaktør: De kriminelle indvandrere er umulige at smide ud: Danmark bør øjeblikkeligt forlade konventionerne. Medvirkende: Jan Schouby, chefredaktør på Århus Stiftstidende. (38:00): Mette Thiesen kræver redegørelse om betjents tjenestemisbrug: - Der skal rulle hoveder. Medvirkende: Mette Thiesen, retsordfører for Dansk Folkeparti. (45:00): Begår Donald Trump insider trading? Medvirkende: Kasper Meisner, professor og centerleder på Copenhagen Business School med insider trading som forskningsområde. Værter: Kasper Harboe & Mathias Wissing.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Begär ut ministrarnas aktieinköp så sitter du lugnt i stormen, Moa överraskar med sin recension av den nya offentliga utsmyckningen på Sergels Torg Fredad plats, och om när 90-åringar vägrar lämna jobbet, Kristofer gör upp med ålderismen. Lyssna på alla avsnitt i Sveriges Radio Play. Nanna Olasdotter Hallberg, Kristofer Andersson och Moa Wallin om kulturveckan som gått.

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Le ContreCast, c'est quoi ? C'est un podcast de passionné.e.s, qui savent parler avec amour d'un sujet qui leur a plu dans les semaines passées. On y parle de jeux vidéo, films, jeux de plateau, livres, ou tout autre plaisir distractif. Dans tous les cas, on essaie de vous présenter avec passion des choses qu'on aime, et on essaie aussi de vous donner envie ! --------- Dans tous les sujets, comme dans la vraie vie, la communication est la base de quelque chose qui dure. Bref, parlez-vous, parlons-nous ! Ah oui, et c'est la première de Mat Satonaka --------- De quoi on parle dans l'épisode : Beg, nous raconte son aventure sur le jeu vidéo Split Fiction. Célia, nous détaille son visionnage de la série Bref 2. Mat Satonaka, nous promeut son amour la licence Persona, via le jeu vidéo Persona 3 Reload. --------- Liens utiles dont on parle dans l'épisode : Le jeu vidéo Split Fiction Le jeu de questions / réponses avec Joseph Fares de Split Fiction Le ContreCast n°45 où Ketrus parle de Everything, everywhere, all at once La série Bref 2 sur Disney Plus Le jeu vidéo Persona 3 Reload Les livres Persona de chez Third Éditions volume 1 et volume 2 La vidéo Iceberg de Persona La vidéo de Feldup, celle de sa série Findings La BD Regards chez Glénat Le groupe Men I Trust Le compte Tiktok de Enora Hope Le compte Instagram de Enora Hope Le film Mickey 17 --------- Vous pouvez nous retrouver : Sur Apple Podcasts. Sur Spotify. Partout ailleurs ici. Le Patreon du Vaisseau Hyper Sensas (si vous souhaitez nous soutenir, c'est ici que ça se passe). Le discord du Vaisseau Hyper Sensas. Et sinon sur les réseaux sociaux : Sur Twitter : @LeContreCast Sur Instagram : @LeContreCast --------- Remerciements : JohnCouscous, pour les éléments graphiques. CaliKen, pour le générique et les virgules. JohnCouscous, pour le derushage et le montage. Le ContreCast est un podcast animé par JohnCouscous. Vaisseau Hyper Sensas © 2025

We had the pleasure of interviewing sym fera over Zoom video!Los Angeles-based sym fera are a duo that make atmospheric electronic rock music (reminiscent of early Nine Inch Nails) with an interesting twist - nobody knew who was in the band. This mysterious nature and captivating melodies had intrigued listeners, with their single 11/8 amassing over 400,000 streams. The song was also placed within the hit television series, Ozark, creating further interest in the band. The group recently released a remix package of 11/8 (orchestral and electronic remixes). sym fera recently  drop their newest single, ‘Beg'. At the same time as the release, they will reveal their identities (Nick Simmons – the son of Gene Simmons and Vinnie Ferra – co-founder of Beehive).Their first EP was released under State of The Art Records, helmed by Ian McEvily, Marc Jordan, and Mike Clemenza, who themselves did not know the real names of the band members before they made an offer to sign them. The reason for hiding their identities was to create a social experiment in a time when name and social following seem to be the most common reasons for artists to garner any support or movement early on. Would they be successful without using any industry ties? Could they break through the noise and garner a following without millions of followers? The answer is, yes. We want to hear from you! Please email Hello@BringinitBackwards.comwww.BringinitBackwards.com#podcast #interview #bringinbackpod #symfera #NickSimmons #VinnieFera #NewMusic #ZoomListen & Subscribe to BiBhttps://www.bringinitbackwards.com/followFollow our podcast on Instagram and Twitter! https://www.facebook.com/groups/bringinbackpodBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/bringin-it-backwards--4972373/support.

Send us a textGreeting PE Nation!In this episode I share my accidental invention of "Splatball," a creative PE game using water-filled tennis ball canisters that explode on impact. This game emerged while seeking wind-resistant alternatives to traditional bowling pins for outdoor play.• Game involves two teams trying to knock down opponent's water-filled canisters• Can be played with bowling balls, hockey sticks, or other equipment• Students whose pins get knocked down join offensive play so no one sits out• Works best outdoors where splashing water evaporates quickly• Various modifications possible based on age group and available spaceGrab the free Splatball PDF in the episode notes to try this game with your students, and check out the video link to see the game in action. Take care,DaveFREE Splatball PDFSplatball Video 1Splatball Video 2Join my Substack newsletter, where I share PE tips, games and strategies.***New FREE Video Course!!!***Beg, Borrow, Build and Steal ebook with links, Free game PDFs and my personal grant writing files: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Product/Beg-Borrow-Build-and-Steal-Equipment-13063549Become a guest on the show: podcast signup formFREE E-Book on setting up your PE programMy website: https://www.supersizedphysed.comGet my book: High Fives and Empowering Lives: A Physical Educator's Quest for ExcellencePaperback or download: HEREAmazon Ebook: HEREWebsite for the book: https://www.teacherchefhockeyplayerbook.com/

Hello Everyone!Have you ever felt invisible in ballet class, like no matter how hard you work, you're not getting the corrections or attention you hoped for? In this episode, we dive into why this happens, how to shift your mindset, and what you can do to stand out for the right reasons.We'll also discuss the dangers of instant gratification and why true progress in ballet (and life) comes from patience, consistency, and focusing on the work, not just the outcome. If you've ever struggled with feeling unnoticed or frustrated with slow progress, this episode is for you.

Hello Everyone, What does it take to reach the top, and stay there? In this episode, we break down the mindset of champions, drawing inspiration from Roger Federer's incredible commencement speech at Dartmouth. Federer shares powerful insights on handling pressure, staying adaptable, and embracing the journey, no matter the obstacles. His words go beyond tennis, they apply to anyone striving for success in their field.Tune in for motivation, practical takeaways, and a fresh perspective on what it truly means to achieve greatness.

Throwback to one of the wildest and most unforgettable nights of my Broadway career—the opening night of Ain't Too Proud - The Life And Times Of The Temptations on March 21st, 2019, and performing on The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon. Playing live on national TV was already a huge deal, but throw in a mad dash through Times Square with a police escort to make it back to the Imperial Theatre for opening night? That took it to another level.After performing on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon at 5 PM, we still had to race across town to the Imperial Theatre for our Ain't Too Proud opening night. Traffic leaving Rockefeller Center was brutal, and for a moment, it looked like we might not make it. But somehow, we pulled up just in time.I had a click track in my ears during this Tonight Show performance—same with the music director. The band and lead vocals were 100% live, but the background vocals were pre-recorded and locked to the click.Here's a little secret that not many folks—maybe not even most of my Ain't Too Proud cast and bandmates—know: between “Get Ready” and “Ain't Too Proud to Beg,” I had four clicks to cue me into the next tune. I was supposed to kick things off with that classic Benny Benjamin intro fill… but with the adrenaline rushing, nerves firing, and Questlove and The Roots watching from the wings, I skipped the fill and went straight into the groove.Thankfully—it worked. But man, knowing millions of people were watching, then thinking about how we had to jet across town and race to opening night right after this? My head was spinning.Looking back, I'm grateful for moments like that—creating something meaningful, making people smile, and sharing the stage with some of the best in the business. Ain't Too Proud should still be running, no doubt—but that's a convo for another day. For now, I'm just appreciating the journey. And with what I'm working on over the next few weeks, maybe there's one more Broadway run in my future.But if not? I'm good. I've had my shot—and I truly hope you get yours. There's nothing like the feeling of playing a show. It's one of the most rewarding experiences a musician can have.Have you ever had one of those moments where you knew the show or song like the back of your hand—but then one little thing throws you off? Let me know. I know I'm not the only one. Leave a comment here: Clayton Craddock founded Broadway Drumming 101, an in-depth online platform offering specialized mentorship and a carefully curated collection of resources tailored for aspiring and professional musicians.Clayton's Broadway and Off-Broadway credits include tick, tick…BOOM!, Altar Boyz, Memphis The Musical, Lady Day at Emerson's Bar and Grill, Ain't Too Proud – The Life and Times of The Temptations, Cats: The Jellicle Ball, and The Hippest Trip: The Soul Train Musical. As a skilled sub, he's contributed his talents to Motown, Evita, Cats, Avenue Q, The Color Purple, Rent, SpongeBob SquarePants: The Musical, Hadestown (tour), and many more. He has also appeared on major shows, including The View, Good Morning America, Jimmy Fallon, The Today Show, and the TONY Awards, and performed with legends like The Stylistics, The Delfonics, Mario Cantone, Laura Benanti, Kristin Chenoweth, Kerry Butler, Christian Borle, Norm Lewis, Deniece Williams, Chuck Berry, and Ben E. King.Clayton proudly endorses Ahead Drum Cases, Paiste Cymbals, Innovative Percussion drumsticks, and Empire Ears.Learn more about Clayton Craddock here: www.claytoncraddock.comThis Substack is reader-supported. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. Get full access to Broadway Drumming 101 at broadwaydrumming101.substack.com/subscribe

Send us a textHelmets on PE Nation!In this episode we explore how to create a bike program for PE classes. Learning to ride bikes in PE class gives students both essential physical skills and valuable road safety knowledge while creating memorable experiences.• Started with a one-day professional development course on biking for PE teachers• District offered a bike trailer program with bikes and scooters for schools• Created obstacle courses teaching road safety, signals, and proper crossing techniques• Students learned through both structured activities and free riding time• Used hairnets under helmets to address hygiene concerns• When district funding ended, began planning a DIY approach through donations• Storage remains the biggest challenge - considering outdoor shed options• Looking into grants, PTO funding, and police department helmet programs• Applies to any PE activity: "If you dream it, build it, make it work, make it happen"Let's ride,DaveLink to article with the "Biking Tree" picture!Join my Substack newsletter, where I share PE tips, games and strategies.Beg, Borrow, Build and Steal ebook with links, Free game PDFs and my personal grant writing files: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Product/Beg-Borrow-Build-and-Steal-Equipment-13063549Become a guest on the show: podcast signup formFREE E-Book on setting up your PE programMy website: https://www.supersizedphysed.comWebsite for the book: https://www.teacherchefhockeyplayerbook.com/

I'm pleased to present the International Women's Day edition of DJ cypher's PSYCHOBILLY FAMILY POWER HOUR! Lots of my favorites in the mix this time, including The Creepshow, HorrorPops, The Young Werewolves, Imelda Mae, Rocket to Memphis, The Cramps, The Hillbilly Moon Explosion, Wanda Jackson, Kitty in a Casket, The Wolfgangs, and Janis Martin. I hope you'll give it a spin! If you like what you hear, I invite you to join the PFPH family at http://www.facebook.com/groups/psychobillyfamilypowerhour and to follow me on your preferred streaming platform. Reposts are particularly appreciated! Promo materials may be directed to darknationradio@gmail.com. DJ CYPHER'S PSYCHOBILLY FAMILY POWER HOUR Broadcast #52 (11 March 2025) The Creepshow, “The Devil's Son” The Hillbilly Moon Explosion, “Beg, Borrow or Steal” Carolina & Her Rhythm Rockets, “Back Home” The Hellflowers, “I Cried” Wanda Jackson, “Shakin' All Over” The Cramps, “Bikini Girls With Machine Guns” HorrorPops, “Dotted With Hearts” Rocket to Memphis, “Zombie Rumble” The Rhythm Shakers, “Voodoo” The Young Werewolves, “Twelve Steps to Rock and Roll” Back Alley Barbers, “Among the Crowd” Kitty in a Casket, “Kreepsville 666” Vatti & the Hellcats, “Banging on the Foor” Ninja Dolls, “Who Am I Fooling?” The Wolfgangs, “Funnel of Love” Imelda Mae, “Sixth Sense” Janis Martin, “Wild One” Playbacks http://www.mixcloud.com/cypheractive Downloadable http://www.hearthis.at/cypheractive Social Media: http://www.facebook.com/groups/psychobillyfamilypowerhour

He agrees to be her ‘focus group' for demoing toys in the adult toy store. (fetish) By Norweger.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. ‘Can I help you?' I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the ‘Toys; male, solo' shelf hadn't noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze. ‘I, ah…' Fuck. Going to an adult toy shop shouldn't be embarrassing, should it? My cheeks and earlobes grew pretty pink. ‘Well, I'm just browsing, to be honest, I…'She nodded. 'Those are real good, by the way.' She giggled. ‘Well, good quality. Easy to keep clean. Rugged. For obvious reasons, I haven't taken one for a test drive myself.' I chuckled, feeling my awkwardness recede a bit. That's one way of putting it. ‘For obvious reasons…' I thought before answering ‘Well, I could hardly expect you to have, could I? That being said, shops like this are quite particular, no? Normally, asking the shopkeeper for recommendations and whether she'd used the product herself would be reasonable, but here, I guess it would get me me-too'd right away? How do you actually reply if someone holds up something and asks, well, is this one any good?' I smiled weakly while feeling my cheeks getting rosier again, hoping I hadn't overstepped any bounds. I got a chuckle for my trouble. ‘Well, please try to keep the exciting images out of your mind, but to tell you the truth, we do test quite a lot of the stuff we sell.' She blushed a little, herself. ‘Well, we must buy them, of course, though at a steep discount.' She turned her gaze down as the sentence trailed off, giving me a chance to look her over without being too obvious about it as the images she'd been warning me about started to manifest themselves to my inner eye. I guessed she could be in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. Quite cute, slender, narrow hips, a loose-fitting, turquoise sweater doing its best to hide her ample bosom… I'd already undressed her in my mind, trying to imagine her testing the huge dildos in the glass display cabinet right behind her. Oh no, I hadn't been blushing earlier. Now; NOW I was blushing. She lifted her gaze again and giggled. ‘Let me guess. Exciting images?' I could hardly deny it, and she could hardly take affront, either. I turned my own gaze down, intensely studying my rather rumpled leather boots. There was no way in hell I'd be able to meet her stare while saying it. ‘Oh, guilty as charged.' I made a helpless gesture with my arm towards the toys on display ‘I imagined both this and that, I'll admit.' ‘Well, there's a reason we don't have fitting rooms, you know!' Her giggle turned to a quick laugh which she stifled as quickly. I felt my mood rise just by hearing it; it had a chirping quality, sounded almost like a bird's cry. In improving spirits; and, frankly, quite turned on; this young, cute woman had more or less told me that she test ran a lot of the toys in the store. Now my eyes wandered around the room, desperate not to meet her stare, while every time I saw something titillating I imagined her using it on herself. Not that there was anything extraordinary about a woman in her thirties enjoying herself, but the mere thought, as she was standing two feet away from me… Fuck. I was rock hard. I hoped it wasn't too obvious. Here goes nothing. Had I first said A, I might as well say B, too. I felt a bit braver, thinking we could spin a bit on this, while still keeping it innocent. She looked amused, too. ‘That's kind of unfair, though, isn't it? Any woman walking into this store can get, ah, expert advice, whereas I, as a man, will have to take your word for it ‘Oh, this one is good; I haven't tried it, but it is good, believe me!' She laughed. Loud. ‘I swear to all that's holy, had we ever had a male shop assistant here, he'd be loaded down with all the male solo toys we could muster and be told to test the hell out of them; and take notes while he was at it!' She turned serious. ‘Wouldn't do you much good, though; I'd be most surprised if there's even a single man in town who'd casually ask another if that sex toy of his was any good or not.' I'd have to give her that. Chitchatting about sex did come a lot easier when I did it with a woman. ‘Just that. There's a reason we're all women working here,' she smiled. ‘Women sell better to both men and women than, say, a fifty-something, balding, pudgy male in a soiled T-shirt and sweat pants.' She chuckled. ‘Beg your pardon for letting my prejudices shine through, by the way.' I laughed out loud again, realizing I was getting close to asking her what she did once she'd closed shop; she had, in a few minutes since I'd become aware she even existed, shown herself to be one of those all too rare people who could get me in a good mood simply by being there; and that she could quip about sex and seemingly be at ease was an added bonus. Plus, of course, she was incredibly cute. I caught the warm, brown eyes peering out under her unruly mop of reddish hair, trying to come up with a suitable response before the silence became awkward or she trotted on through the shop, ending our moment. She glanced down at her watch, and my heart sank like a stone; opportunity wasted, I thought; until I heard what she had to say. ‘Look… Now I want you to be real careful; not getting the wrong idea as to what I am suggesting, okay? You are not going to have sex with me, capisce?' Well, she had my full and undivided attention, even if I wouldn't get to sleep with her. I nodded, firmly. No fucking her. OK. ‘I'm about to close shop, now. If you, ahem, would like to test the fleshlight before you buy it, you can do so, okay? But, you're going to have to buy it afterwards, obviously. The lube is on the house.' I gawked at her. Wow. I nodded, numbly. This couldn't be, could it? But I wouldn't want to miss this for the world. I nodded again, vigorously. She smiled a quick smile, then went to the entrance to lock the doors, glancing over her shoulder at me as she did so, throwing me another smile. Returning, she grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf, and motioned for me to follow her as she walked past. As if I needed any prodding. ‘It'd probably be best to use our office, rather than have you go at it here under the bright lights,' she suggested softly. I just shrugged. I'd follow her anywhere. My cock was rather a simpleton. As we exited a door with a 'staff only' sign at the back of the shop, we entered the kind of storeroom you'll find somewhere in any shop in the world; shelves stocked with all kinds of goods, except… Well, these goods were very much adult toys. Darting past a crate packed to the gunwales with inflatable dolls; inflated!, she giggled ‘Meet last year's Christmas decorations; we couldn't sell them, but neither could we bring ourselves to throw them away…' I shook my head, dumbfounded. She nodded towards a green door near the corner of the storeroom ‘That's where you'll get to find out if the fleshlight is any good…' She opened the door, hinges groaning. ‘I've been meaning to grease those for ages, wonder if I can use this lube?' she mused as we entered a small-ish, run-down office. Lots of papers were covering just about any horizontal surface; a desk with a computer and a phone on it and a small coffee table in front of a battered old sofa tucked into a corner; piles of merchandise along the far wall. Nodding towards the sofa, she suggested I take a seat before seating herself on the office chair by the desk. ‘I hope you don't mind me watching. After all, I have a certain, um, professional interest in seeing how you get along with it, you know.', throwing me another smile; a warm, seemingly genuine one. She didn't appear to be wholly untouched, herself. I fumbled with the packaging. What sadist had invented welded plastic? Probably a good thing when it came to protecting sex toys on display, but when you were about to unwrap it to try it out? Not so much. My audience reached for a pair of scissors and motioned for me to lob her the fleshlight. ‘You get out of your jeans, I'll get this out, OK?' she suggested. I nodded, still not trusting my voice to bear. I hardly needed any more encouragement. I tugged at my belt, seconds later dropping my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. My briefs were unceremoniously shoved down my thighs, and as I rose again, my almost painfully erect cock pointed arrogantly at the ceiling, the shopkeeper raising her eyebrows a little and giggling softly as she took the sight in while cutting open the packaging separating me from instant bliss. With a satisfied ‘Hah! Finally!' she pulled the fleshlight from its by now shredded plastic cover and reached over to hand it to me. I shamelessly ogled her cleavage before reverting to holding her gaze. ‘As I said, this is good shit. You won't be able to destroy this one during normal use…' She proceeded to explain how important it was to clean it after use, stressing that they had both suitable toy cleaner and disinfectant in the store. ‘Most gentle for the silicone, that stuff; unlike the dish soap most people tend to use…' Her sentence trailed off, apparently she got struck by the same thing I had; that this was an absurd time to discuss maintenance. ‘My apologies, I got a bit carried away. Here.' Accepting the toy, I glanced over at the bottle of lube perched on the edge of her desk. Turning around, she reached the bottle and spun back to present it to me. ‘There you go, put lots in the fleshlight, some around the entrance and a little on your johnson, and you're good to go.' Nodding, I did as she had suggested; an ample spurt of lube into the pale, pink thingy, then a little around the sculpted pussy lips. Bah, in a way it would have been better if they hadn't tried so hard to make it look like the real thing. ‘Seeing as you wanted my observations, I think it would have been better if it was just an opening, not modeled to look like a real pussy; you know, no matter how good this may turn out to be, it can't possibly compare to the real thing…' ‘Doh,' she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. ‘I should have mentioned that, there's a neutral version, too; and, believe it or not, a few which are supposedly modeled after famous porn stars' pussies, whether you believe it or not. Anyway, they probably all feel the same; just look at something, anything else while you're using it.' I'd be lying if I claimed I thought it would matter much what it looked like once it was wrapped around me. Squirting a wee bit of lube in the palm of my hand, I stroked myself a couple of times, ensuring I got some on the purplish, swollen head, too; unless I slipped in unhindered, I'd be sore afterwards, of that I was certain. Positioning the fleshlight against the glans, I looked over at the shopkeeper. She stared back, eagerly anticipating my next move; not that she'd have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that would be. Gently pressing the fleshlight towards me, I slid into my first silicone pussy. It was just tight enough to feel natural-ish, I'd hand the designers that; but it felt rather cold and, well, dead. ‘What's it like?' she asked, voice quivering slightly. ‘Oh, not too bad,' I replied ‘Though it does feel a bit cold and. ah, dead, if I may say so at the moment, but that should improve shortly…' Giving it a couple of strokes, I could already feel it begin to warm up. She raised her stare from my fleshlight-wrapped member to meet mine. ‘Fuck me, I really am not doing my job properly, now; I just remembered that the manufacturer recommend that you put it in warm water for a few minutes before use, precisely to avoid that corpse bride-feeling. My apologies.' I nodded. ‘That'd probably do the trick, I'm sure. However…'; I let it slide back and forth a few times, feeling the soft silicone caress my oh-so-erect cock; ‘it does feel really good, don't get me wrong; and it keeps getting warmer by the second!' Having said that, I stroked myself in silence for a few moments, slowly, deliberately; pulling it off me until my cock emerged from it, exposing the swollen, lube-glistening head for my very attentive audience, then shoving myself into it again. Oh yes, it felt better and better. While no one would ever mistake it for the real thing; well, no one who had ever had the good fortune to have the real thing wrapped around oneself, anyway; it definitely felt good, much better than a simple handjob. ‘It keeps getting better,' I grunted. ‘Would work better still if one could take it out of the casing, though; you know, to adjust the pressure, using it as a sleeve over my cock; would feel more alive, then.' She nodded. ‘I'll keep that in mind, in case someone asks. I believe you can take it out for cleaning, by the way; so you could probably, um, go au-naturel on it, if that's your preference.'; before again staring at my cock sliding in and out of the toy, mesmerised. I felt like I was being on display; quite naturally, seeing as that was just what I was; but caught myself enjoying it. My audience was really cute and sexy as hell; well, truth be told, I'd probably find even Margaret Thatcher hot as fuck if she had stared at my masturbating with that sultry look my watcher now sent me; but I digress. I was turned on, way beyond what I would have been had I been doing the deed at home, alone. I coughed softly, then slowing the pace a bit as I caught her stare again. ‘Uh, I know there won't be any actual sex, that's not what I'm fishing for now, but… Would you mind, ah, could I… Well, have a little glimpse of your charms? Some bare skin? Just to help me over the edge?' I must have looked like a pleading puppy, as she burst into laughter, luckily a good-natured one. After first shaking her head, she apparently had second thoughts and nodded. I swallowed. This intensely erotic moment was about to become even hotter. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and revealed a black, low-cut bra and ample cleavage. Lovely, pillowy, full breasts. My pace picked up. ‘Don't you think about touching me, don't even reach for me, OK?' she said, sternly. I nodded, hoping I looked like I'd be true to my word. God knows how reliable one looks when masturbating to the sight of the girl asking you to keep your hands off her. She apparently found my promise good enough, and, after reaching behind her back for a second, the bra fell into her lap and her breasts swung free. I swallowed again, almost in disbelief. They were really beautiful; round, full and pillowy, large, but not so large as to be saggy; they proudly stood form her chest, slightly pear-shaped, milky white and crowned by the largest, weakly drawn areolas I'd ever seen, pale pink, crested with nipples looking as if you'd be able to cut glass with them, so hard were they. She was amazing, and I wasted no time telling her so as my cock hardened further still inside the silicone wrapper I was now doing my best to fuck the daylights out of while keeping my eyes locked on the shopkeeper, occasionally falling to her wonderful breasts, but mostly maintaining eye contact. She leant back in her chair, her breasts gently parting. My turn to be mesmerised. I could already feel the familiar tingling telling me my strokes were numbered and my orgasm forthcoming; I'd be done for shortly. The fleshlight was now at body temperature, and felt much, much more lifelike, albeit still no match for a woman, I grunted through clenched teeth ‘no muscles milking me, no body thrust against mine, no hands feverishly stroking over my back, hugging me close as orgasm approaches; but it does feel pretty… pretty damned good!' Nodding absentmindedly, she stroked a hand over her right breast, cupping it, then pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger, moaning softly. ‘I'm about to cum,' I grunted, snapping her back to reality. ‘Oh, please do it in that one, huh?', she nodded to an empty mug on the table between us. ‘I want to see you cum.' I nodded, feverishly working my cock with the latest addition to my meagre sex toy collection. ‘Lean forward, please', I snapped ‘I want to see those lovely tits swaying under you…' Laughingly, she obliged, leaning forward, then rocking side to side. ‘Like this, huh?' she teased, smiling warmly at me as the heavy globes swayed back and forth under her. Yes. Just like that. There was no use trying to hold back. Two more strokes, and I could feel my orgasm erupting, a tad before I'd expected it to. And here I was, figuring I had it under control… I jerked the fleshlight off my cock, throwing it on the floor, sending spurt after spurt of cum over the table, grasping for the mug, missing, shooting another spurt halfway across the room towards her; at least it felt like it; before finally grabbing the mug and shooting the last, feeble spurt into it. I felt my earlobes glow with embarrassment as I came in for landing after the massive orgasm, only to see the mess I'd made; cum streaks over invoices, a pack of cigarettes, the table itself, a lighter… My companion laughed, totally losing it in a fit of laughter, her breasts jiggling as she shook ‘You should've seen yourself!!!', she eventually gasped, regaining some control over herself. ‘It was the most absurd sight I've ever seen, so incredibly hot, you in the midst of such an orgasm, frantically trying to grab my old mug…' I joined her, a bit hesitantly at first. It had indeed been comedy hour. I hoped there wasn't a surveillance camera here, for if it did, I'd be bound to find myself on some amateur blooper reel shortly. ‘Never mind, though,' she giggled. ‘I'll get that cleaned up in no time. Without getting her sweater back on, she left the room. Seconds later I heard the tell-tale sound of water pouring from a faucet and paper being torn from a roll. She returned, hand full of tissue paper, and handed me some. ‘Here, clean yourself up; then I'll show you how to clean your latest conquest afterwards.' She leaned in over the table and cleaned up any trace of my little indiscretion. I really had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the lovely form right in front of my eyes; but managed. I'd promised, after all; and I'd had a wonderful experience, I wouldn't want to ruin it by doing anything which might scare or offend her in any way. I leaned back in the sofa while cleaning most of the lube off my semi-erect cock, softly caressing it as I stared hungrily at her, finishing up the table. I followed her to the cupboard next to the office; standing close to her; still dressed like Venus of Milo, only with arms; in the tiny room, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as she fumbled the fleshlight open, taking out the silicone innards. ‘Just hold it under lukewarm water, first, to get rid of your cum and the lube, then wipe it clean with a little bit of the toy cleaner I'll give you when we're back in the shop and it'll be ready for its next outing.' She glanced up at me, noting my attention was on her, rather than on the most useful instructions she were supplying. ‘Better leave it outside its sheath overnight to allow it to dry properly,' she said. ‘Well, unless you find you prefer to use just the inner sleeve, of course.' Quick smile. With that, she handed the toy back to me. ‘Just head back out in the shop, you. I'll be with you in a minute, just need to get dressed.' I was treated to a smile too cute to be believed, and I was bright enough not to overstay my welcome by asking for just a few more glimpses of her. I threw a last, longing glance at her beautiful, curvy shape, met her gaze; a rather lustful one at that!; and smiled at her. ‘I'll do some window shopping, then, see if I find more playthings catching my fancy.' I then turned and briskly headed back into the shop, again passing the surreal pile of inflatable dolls, one still sporting a santa's cap. She sure took her time getting dressed; I imagined she'd figured she needed a release, too. Hell, yeah - when she appeared in the door from the storeroom, she was still basking in that wonderful post-orgasmic bliss you can spot from a mile away. ‘Getting a bit carried away, are we?' I quipped in a mock stern tone. ‘How professional is it really to masturbate in the rear while there's customers waiting in the shop, huh?' She smiled sheepishly. ‘Busted. Fuck, I was so horny while you did your thing I almost leapt at you!' I laughed. ‘Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, too; and with any luck you now know a bit more about, ah; your inventory?' She giggles. ‘Sure do, I can't wait until the next time some sod comes by, cheekily suggesting I can't possibly know how this one feels…' She worked the till. ‘I'm giving you this at a discount,' she laughed. ‘It is the first time I've ever sold a used toy. The lube and cleaner is on the house, promise me you'll take good care of your new friend!' I promised, and took my chances embracing her briefly. ‘Mind if I come back for some more shopping sometime?' I asked, voice thick with lust. She looked at me, quizzically, then shrugged. ‘Well, I happen to have another couple of toys which I could use some user feedback on…' she suggested with a smile. ‘I'll be back in a couple of weeks,' I said by way of goodbye. Heading for the doors, I realised I'd be pounding the fleshlight again seconds after returning home. I was already hard again… By Norweger for Literotica

Send us a textHello PE Nation!Today I discuss how I implement SOLO Taxonomy in my PE class. This model offers a powerful framework for structuring learning progression in physical education, taking students from basic knowledge to creative application through five distinct stages. • SOLO stands for Structure of Observed Learning Outcomes• The five stages progress from pre-structural (knowing nothing) to extended abstract (creating something new)• Using Legos as an example: level 1 is not knowing what Legos are, level 5 is creating original designs without instructions• Similar progression with musical instruments: from holding a guitar to jamming and creating new songs• Modified approach using numbered magnets makes the system more kid-friendly• Implemented successfully with dance, hockey, soccer, football, and pickleball units• Students track their own progress and clearly understand what skills they need to advance• Higher-level students can help teach others and create new games or activitiesTake care,DaveLEGO videoSOLO hand signal videoSample SOLO PDFJoin my Substack newsletter, where I share PE tips, games and strategies.Beg, Borrow, Build and Steal ebook with links, Free game PDFs and my personal grant writing files: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Product/Beg-Borrow-Build-and-Steal-Equipment-13063549Become a guest on the show: podcast signup formFREE E-Book on setting up your PE programMy website: https://www.supersizedphysed.comWebsite for the book: https://www.teacherchefhockeyplayerbook.com/

In this Beg-a-Thon live show, "Ancient Rome and the False Histories Inspiring Musk & the MAGA World," with guest Dr. Sarah E. Bond, we discuss Sarah's new book, Strike: Labor, Unions, and Resistance in the Roman Empire, and how Elon Musk and everyone in his MAGA orbit appropriate the aesthetics of Rome while understanding almost nothing about the history they're seemingly so infatuated with. Originally livestreamed on YouTube on Wednesday, February 19.      

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Economists in both the United States and Europe are now warning that Donald Trump's policies and actions are about to cause a major recession - and it will be entirely his fault. The main driver at this point is actually not the tariffs or the mass deportations (although those are large factors, too.) The REAL problem we're about to have is potentially hundreds of thousands of unemployed government workers, which economists say will create a "Snowball effect" throughout the economy and send us into a recession. Donald Trump and Elon Musk began the process of firing hundreds, possibly thousands, of air traffic controllers, and now they've realized that they apparently made a huge mistake. Musk took to Twitter this week to BEG former air traffic controllers that had either retired or left the field to return to their old jobs because, as he put it, "we have a shortage." The shortage exists because of HIM and his idiotic decisions.Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt mocked members of the press during a recent podcast interview for not having any fun as they cover the Trump administration, and Donald Trump, specifically. Leavitt claimed that Trump is having "the time of his life" during his second term. But the amount of fun that Trump and Leavitt may be having is not being felt by anyone else across the country, as Trump's poll numbers plummet and the economy barrels towards a recession. Farron explains why this is anything but "fun."Text and and let us know your thoughts on today's stories!Subscribe to our YouTube channel to stay up to date on all of Farron's content: https://www.youtube.com/FarronBalancedFollow Farron on social media! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FarronBalanced Twitter: https://twitter.com/farronbalanced Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/farronbalanced TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@farronbalanced?lang=en

The Bulletin covers Germany's elections, C.S. Lewis on Ukraine, and why you can trust your Bible translation. Find us on YouTube. This week, Clarissa, Russell, and Mike talk about complex topics with nuance at their core. First, Mona Charen joins to talk about Germany's recent elections and US extremism. Then, Mark Meynell joins to explore how C. S. Lewis inspired him to go to Ukraine. Finally, Wendy Alsup stops by to talk about why you can trust your Bible translation..  GO DEEPER WITH THE BULLETIN: Find resources from today's show at our Substack Find us on YouTube. Mark your calendars for our next Tuesday Night Live on March 11. Rate and review the show in your podcast app of choice. ABOUT THE GUESTS:  Mona Charen is a syndicated columnist, the policy editor of The Bulwark, and the host of the podcast Beg to Differ. Mark Meynell is a pastor, writer, and teacher. Between 2014 and 2024, he was the director (European and Caribbean) for Langham Preaching, and now is involved in supporting the work in a freelance capacity. He has previously served on the senior ministry team at All Souls, Langham Place, UK, and as a workplace chaplain in two UK government departments. He also served as academic dean and acting principal of a seminary in Uganda and has been involved in university student ministry in the UK.  Wendy Alsup is the author of Practical Theology for Women, The Gospel-Centered Woman, and By His Wounds You Are Healed. She began her public ministry as deacon of women's theology and teaching at her church in Seattle, but she now lives on an old family farm in South Carolina, where she teaches math at a local community college and is a mother to her two boys. She writes at theologyforwomen.org and gospelcenteredwoman.com. ABOUT THE BULLETIN: The Bulletin is a weekly (and sometimes more!) current events show from Christianity Today hosted and moderated by Clarissa Moll, with senior commentary from Russell Moore (Christianity Today's editor in chief) and Mike Cosper (director, CT Media). Each week, the show explores current events and breaking news and shares a Christian perspective on issues that are shaping our world. We also offer special one-on-one conversations with writers, artists, and thought leaders whose impact on the world brings important significance to a Christian worldview, like Bono, Sharon McMahon, Harrison Scott Key, Frank Bruni, and more. “The Bulletin” is a production of Christianity Today Producer: Clarissa Moll Associate Producer: Leslie Thompson Editing and Mix: TJ Hester Music: Dan Phelps Executive Producers: Erik Petrik and Mike Cosper Senior Producer: Matt Stevens Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Sexuality and Sanctity Collide: 2 stories of church girls discovering their passion.From posts by Cassper and neocontrolsthesystem. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.David and Eve.Love and lust caged by religion finally finds a way.By CassperDavid is 19 and Eve is 18, both raised by devout Christian parents.It was a beautiful Saturday evening, David had just finished helping his Dad in church and now he was home watching some television.Suddenly there was a knock on the door, he went to check who it was."Hey David," the girl at the other side of the door said with a smile."Hey Eve, what's up?" He asked stepping away from the door way. "Come in.""Is your mum home? My mum said to give her a message," she said as she walked in.David's eyes darted toward the bump at the back of her dress, even in this large dress her ass couldn't be hidden.He'd know her since they were kids, they used to be inseparable but over time they grew up and things changed a bit. His feelings of love had matured into lust, he knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help thinking this way of her."Oh God," he thought."I'll let her know you're here, make yourself comfortable," he said darting off to find his mum."Mum!"A few minutes later David's mum and Eve were talking and David was sitting there pissed cause now he couldn't continue watching television, he had to wait.In a short while they were done and Eve was ready to leave."Eve, say hi to your parents for me.""Yes Mrs. Wilson."David, did you know that there's a youth retreat coming up pretty soon? It's gonna be fun, are you coming?" Eve blurted out loud."Youth retreat, you say?" David's mum cut in."Yes, organized by the church for people between 18 to 22, He'll get to meet lots of people our age there." Eve answered with a smile across her face."Yeah, I was gonna tell you about that." He lied, Eve had tried to get him to go before now but failed."Really?" She asked David."He'll go, I've been trying to find a way to get him to make new friends, all he does is sit at home all day watching TV. I think this might be good for you him." David's mum said turning to Eve."Okay, I'll let the Deacon in charge know that he'll be coming along," Eve said.David just stood there as his fate was decided, he knew he couldn't talk his way out of this one. Once it involved the church, his mum was all for it."Alright, bye dear." David's mum said as she went back inside."Guess I'll be seeing you," Eve said to David grinning from ear to ear."Yeah, no thanks to you."She laughed, "it's not so bad, you'll have me to keep you company." She said giving him a tight hug before he walked her out the door.Oh how he wanna to grab his ass, he'd only touched it in his imaginations. Their parents had made efforts to separate them as they grew so they wouldn't "fall into temptation", but David was already knee deep and sinking.Eve had always been like this, playful and fun to be around, most especially with him. He thought there was more to it but a part of him dismissed it as a result of the fact that they had been friends since they were kids, but a part of him wanted that to be a lie.David's mum was really happy, she'd lied when she said she wanted David to make new friends, in truth she wanted some alone time with her husband. She hadn't had an orgasm in forever and her body was aching for a hard, loud, sweating sex session with her husband. David would be in the way of that and he had to go.A couple of days later David was sitting by a bonfire, listening to the words of the song "Amazing Grace" being sang by some kids, accompanied by two guitars. He loved how they sounded, he closed his eyes for a second then felt someone grab his arm and rest their head on it.The person sighed, "Beautiful, isn't it?" It was Eve."I guess. Why don't you join them, you could teach them a thing or two." He said as he turned to look at her."Is that flattery I hear? You've always been better than me," she squeezed his arms tighter."I doubt that, I've always admired how you sing, it's like hearing the voice of Angels."She laughed at his flattery, "so is that all?""All what?" He asked."Is that all you like about me. Am I just a voice or, ?" She replied inquisitively.David paused, he didn't want to mess this up. He thought for a second."I think you're beautiful, smart, a pain in the ass, " they both laughed."The most kind hearted person I've met so far. A go-getter, you really don't know when to give up, the fact that I'm here is proof of that.""True," she smiled."And that is just a few of many of the reasons why I like you, so no your voice is not the only thing." He concluded."Maybe I over did it with the ending," he thought."Come here," she said as she pulled his arm, dragging him away from the bone fire."To where?" He asked not resisting her.She stopped, looked him in the eye. "To get what I want."Eve took David to a room in the area where the Deacons normally lodged."How did you, ?""Being the daughter of a Pastor has its perks." She interrupted.She locked the door, then walked slowly to him and placed her hands on his shoulders.He went for her lips, they held on to his, he couldn't believe this was happening this fast, God knows he'd fantasized about this forever.His hands ran down the small of her back toward her protruding back side. He had never felt anything so soft, he squeezed on them and her tongue crept into his mouth and met his.She kissed him passionately, her hands firmly on his neck, his hands perusing the entirety of her ass.She broke from the kiss as she moaned, breathing in hard. He watched her as he savored the sweet aftertaste of her cherry pink lips.She went for his neck kissing at his jugular region, he loved it."David I want you, do you want me?""Do you have to ask? Yes, hell yes. Since forever."She reached for his shirt and pulled it off and did the same for herself. Her boobs were not that big but beautiful none the less, at least he thought so. What she lacked in boobs she made up for in ass, succulent, sumptuous ass.She took of her bra and pushed him to the bed, she straddled him on the bed and resumed kissing him. David was feeling his dick make a tent in his pants, it wanted out. He felt the sweet touch if her nipples on his bare chest and his dick twitched at the thought of her impaled on his dick.He pulled her up moving her nipples to his mouth and sucked with gusto, she moaned and began to play with the other one. His tongue flicked the tip of the nipples rapidly and she loved it, she began to hump his tent.Then she stopped him, "I want it to be you David, I've never done this before." Still humping his crotch."Me neither," David said, she smiled."I want to taste you, sit on my face." He whispered.Boy was she glad she just had a bath before now.She came down from the bed and slowly pulled down her sweat pants, revealing her black panties which were stretched by her big ass."I want to see it," she said biting her lip.He obliged and pulled down his pants, trying not to kill the mood by rushing. His dick stiffened as it broke free, "oh," there was excitement in her tone.Pulling down her panties and exposing her cleanly shaved mound she walked toward the bed and grabbed his hard cock, put her mouth around it and sucked on it. "Oh God." David exclaimed.The warmth of her mouth enveloped his member as she sucked with passion, grabbing the shaft of his dick as she worked.He put his hand on her head and closed his eyes, "yes."She was very careful not to bite or graze him with her teeth, he was matching her pace.She slurped on his dick, sucked and bobbed her pretty head on his raging hard cock, savoring the taste of his precum.Then she took him in, she gagged and took her mouth off, jerking his dick with the wetness from her mouth and her hands."Oh yes, don't stop that." Then she stopped."Not yet." She said and she climbed onto the bed and sat on his face, he held her up with his arms at first.The smell of cunt filled his nostrils, he let her fall on his face and dug in, her cunt tasted new, he'd never had cunt before, but he was sure that liked this one.He played around with her clit, her moans of ecstasy affirming him that he was doing it right.He lapped on the juices from her wet slit, grabbing her thick ass as he did."Oh, David," she moaned breathlessly.His tongue found her clit and sucked firmly, she bucked her hips and he spanked her hard, the sound echoed through the room."Ah; Yes."He stuck his tongue in her cunt, then started tongue fucking her, her moans became louder and she began to fuck his face, her ass bouncing with her."Yes, David I love that. Just like that. She begged.He reached for her clit."Oh God, yes. Don't stop, don't stop. Ah."She grabbed her boobs and played with her nipples as she ground her hips, pushing his tongue deeper into her warm velvet cunt.It drove her mad, she wanted more. She was dripping wet, the smell of her juices filled the room."Oh, David, David. I want you to fuck me. Please." She swallowed saliva and began to take in deep breaths.She got off him and lay in the bed, he knelt on the bed and she spread her legs wide, ready for his throbbing cock.He went for it, the wetness from his saliva and her juices let him slide his bare cock right in.Although it took over minute and she seemed to feel pain but didn't want his to stop, he finally got three-quarters of his length in, she didn't bleed.He stayed still in her for a few seconds feeling the tight grip of her virgin cunt on his cock."Your dick feels so good," she said looking at him straight in the eye.He started to move into her, slowly. Gaining momentum with every thrust. The slippy sloppy wetness of her vagina made squishing sounds as he prodded her."Oh yes. David yes, yes!" She had never felt this way before, pain mixed with so much pleasure. She didn't want this to end, she'd dreamed about this forever and now it was finally happening. "I could die right now," she thought."You feel so good too," he finally said as he thrust into her, he was trying so hard to be gentle."Thank, you, just like that, a little faster, don't be so gentle."She grabbed his ass pulling him deep into her cervix. His pubic bone hit hers as her nudge drove his full length into her birth-canal, opening it up. Her cunt clamped hard on his intruding member

Get ready, book lovers! You are in for a treat as we dive into Beg, Borrow, or Steal by Sarah Adams on this episode of Found Family Book Hive!We're breaking down everything we loved about this enemies-to-lovers romance, from the heartwarming character dynamics to the swoon-worthy moments that had us hooked.In this episode, we discuss: The greatness that is Emily—the strong, nurturing protagonist struggling with feeling left behind as her siblings move on Why we all swooned over Jack—his whimsical tattoos, quirky fashion, and kind heart made us melt The shenanigans, tension, and chemistry that made this enemies-to-lovers romance so fun to read Our favorite moments, character growth, and all the emotions this book brought outIf you love sweet, heartfelt romances with humor, depth, and plenty of banter, this episode is for you!Grab your copy of Beg, Borrow, or Steal, listen in, and then head over to Instagram to tell us your thoughts! Don't forget to subscribe to Found Family Book Hive so you never miss a bookish deep dive.Also, if you want to be a part of the discussion, be sure to head over to our Fable book club as we dive into our March book!

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Send us a textHello PE Nation!I've been thinking about my formative years in elementary school and what stuck with me. This episode is a reflective journey through my elementary school years, uncovering cherished and challenging memories that continue to influence my teaching practices. There is more to our recollections than meets the eye; each moment shapes us as educators.• Reflecting on personal school memories from pre-K to sixth grade • Exploring how relationships with teachers impacted my learning • Discussing the emotional aspects of student experiences in school • Emphasizing the importance of nurturing positive environments in education Thank you for tuning in to our podcast! Don't forget to subscribe for more insights and educational tips! Take care,DaveJoin my Substack newsletter, where I share PE tips, games and strategies.Beg, Borrow, Build and Steal ebook with links, Free game PDFs and my personal grant writing files: https://www.teacherspayteachers.com/Product/Beg-Borrow-Build-and-Steal-Equipment-13063549Become a guest on the show: podcast signup formFREE E-Book on setting up your PE programMy website: https://www.supersizedphysed.comWebsite for the book: https://www.teacherchefhockeyplayerbook.com/

Counselors and Affirmation.Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Seeking AffirmationI fall prey to a predatory therapist.Based on a post by nymphicDisclaimer: Sexual relations between therapists and current clients are expressly prohibited.It took me years to become this relaxed in front of my therapist, able to share the most shameful parts of my mind with ease. All the vile, disgusting parts nobody else gets access to: he always reacts with a cool, detached professionalism. He's heard it all before, and worse, he tells me, and I've stopped apologizing for the revolting things I tell him: all my self-destructive habits, my awful intrusive thoughts, my horrific violent urges.It takes me one careless sentence for all that trust to crumble.We're talking about how my current beau is terrible in bed, leading me to mention how I think about other men when I'm fucking him. “And you're one of them,” I add. Carelessly. Completely unnecessarily.He pauses, then looks up from his notes. “Come again?'Without the input of my brain, my mouth decides the best course of action is to blab further. “Sometimes he gets me so close, but not close enough, so to tip myself over the edge, I think about you. You must know how hot you are, your beard, and tattoos, and curly hair, and...' I trail off as I notice his amused expression. “What?'He places his notes to the side and folds his hands over crossed legs. “You're placing an awful lot of trust in me to share this.'And I'm beginning to regret that, with the way he's looking at me like something to be devoured. I shrug. “I imagine you're good at your job. Or at least professional enough not to take advantage or be a creep.'He says nothing. The clock behind him ticks.'I think I'm the last person you'd creep on, anyway,' I continue, stammering. “I, this is just a little crush. On a therapist. I know there's no chance of reciprocation, not that I'm hitting on you, or anything, but I mean,”“There are a lot of assumptions you're making,” he interrupts. His gaze is intense, eyes so dark I can't tell where the pupil ends and iris begins.“Hmm?” My mouth dries.He counts off his fingers. “You assume I'm good at my job. You assume I'm not a creep, or a predator. You assume your fantasies are not reciprocated.”Whatever rapport we've built has evaporated. I feel numb, foggy. I'm distantly aware that I could be in danger, but I'm frozen to my seat as he stands, like I'm a rabbit caught in the jaws of a fox.“You have no idea what I'm capable of, do you?” he says, towering above me.My hands shake uncontrollably. “I don't understand?” I whisper. Surely, he won't...? There's no way, he wouldn't... not for me, surely?His smirk is lazy, predatory. “Stand,” he says, a strong command.I shrink into the chair. This can't be happening. I refuse to believe it.“Stand,” he repeats, and there's an irresistible dominance to his voice.What can I do but obey? I wobble to my feet like a newborn deer, and his hand clamps around my throat. I choke out a pitiful little gasp. He walks me backward until my spine hits the wall. I'm trapped.“What are you doing?” I whimper, my voice high and pathetic with the way he squeezes.His laugh is unkind, humorless. “What do you think I'm doing? I'm giving you what you want.” His voice is baritone and gravelly, a lion's purr, and his breath comes out hot on my face. I shiver. “Don't tell me you haven't touched yourself to the thought of this,” he says.He's not wrong.With the hand that isn't around my neck, he snakes his way into my jeans. Deftly his fingers find their way under the fabric of my underwear, and to my shame and horror, they caress the moisture building beneath my folds.“So wet, already?” he whispers, “It's disgusting, how badly you want me.” The words are harsh but they betray a smug satisfaction, and it sends a heat surging through me.His grin widens as he palms my aching vulva. I don't mean to, but my hips buck into him, and he chuckles.“Don't worry, I'll give you what you want.'“No, no...” I shake my head and whimper as his finger plunges inside me. I don't want this, I don't. It was just a fantasy, it was never meant to be real, and I never thought he would, but he hooks his index inside, grazing the pad against my front wall, and the moan that slips from my mouth is obscene.The hand around my neck suddenly slaps over my mouth. “Shut the fuck up,' he hisses, but he doesn't stop, and can't contain the moan that muffles into his palm as he fucks his fingers inside me.“Fuck,” he groans, “can you hear how wet you are? How sloppy you are?” His beard scratches at the sensitive skin of my jaw. “So pathetic and needy, a pathetic little whore.'His palm is wet over my face, and I realize I'm drooling.“Pathetic little whore,” he repeats, wiping my spit on my face. My legs inch wider and I hear the indecent sloshing of my arousal beneath his hand. “Bet you get off thinking about this after each session, don't you? Horny little thing. You'd beg for it, wouldn't you? Beg me to rape you?'I try to shake my head, but the hand over my face grips too tight. My thighs start to shake, and I can feel my wetness leaking, dripping down the top of my thighs, gooey and disgusting, just like me.“Tell me you would. Beg me.” His voice is so harsh, but it's so hot the way he's degrading me like this, and I'm slipping further and further off the edge. Tears spill down my cheeks as I shake my head. I do want to beg him, beg him to stop, but despite it all I can myself approaching the edge. The heat builds in my belly, thighs clenching his hand in a vice as they shudder and quake, and I'm so, so close, and I don't want him to stop, and I hate myself for it.“Oh no, oh no you don't,” he says, “You're not going to come already, are you? Fuck, you're more desperate than I thought.” His movements roughen, adding another finger, fucking into me relentlessly. “Don't do it, don't you fucking do it, you're not allowed to come, you're not allowed to enjoy this, you disgusting slut, “He's whispering hotly into my neck, like an open-mouthed kiss, and it's too late. I hurtle over the edge, falling apart, mouth open and drooling as I come undone on his fingers.He steps back. “Disgusting,” he says.I whimper and slide to the floor, red-faced and sweaty. I curl myself into a fetal position. I am disgusting. Nausea churns in my gut, and the room swims in front of my eyes.He squats beside me. His hand, the one which was inside me just a moment ago, wipes my wetness over my face, smudging my slime over my lips. He pushes his fingers inside my mouth, making me taste myself, then takes my chin in his hand and forces me to look at him through half-lidded eyes.“Such a slut. You can't be anything more than a worthless whore, can you?” He tosses me aside and stands. “Get on your knees.”Before I know it, I'm doing as he says, sitting back on my heels as he unbuckles his belt and frees his cock. I barely have a moment to breathe before his hand is fisting my hair at the nape of my neck and urging me onto his cock, shoving me down as far as I can go, until it slams against the back of my throat. I have to hold onto his muscular thighs for balance, the way he roughly drives into my open, slobbering mouth.Above me, his mouth hangs open, breathing heavy. A flush spreads across his cheeks, and his brows furrow.'What would your friends say, if they could see you like this?” he growls. “Debased like this? If they could see the pathetic whore you really are? Would they laugh at you, knowing how much you love being face-fucked like this?'My eyes roll back in my head and I sob, my mouth stretched around him. Rivulets of saliva dribble down my chin, my neck, between my breasts, which jiggle from the force of his thrusts.He makes a rough sound at the back of his throat. “Fuck... Would they use you like I am? Would they want a turn to ruin you? Fuck your pretty little mouth like I am? You wouldn't stop them, just let them take what they want, just like I'm taking what I want from you, oh, you're so good at taking my cock, “He pulls out and I gasp for air, gulping raspy breaths. I fall back, hands catching myself on the carpet as I try to recover, but before I can, he's positioning himself behind me, manhandling me so I'm on my hands and knees, face pressed against the carpet, ass presented to him like an offering.No preamble, no warning, he slams himself deep into me. The sound he makes, a feral and debauched groan, might be the hottest thing I've ever heard. It's equal parts primal and hedonic, all pretense of keeping quiet long forgotten. His blunt nails dig into the soft flesh of my hips as he drives himself into me, over and over and over.It's animalistic and it's savage, the vulgar slapping of his balls against my skin, the sweat and snot and tears and dribbling down my face, the wretched sobbing squeaks I make as he fucks me relentlessly. It is both endlessly hot and humiliating. There's the heat of shame curdling in my gut, how I shouldn't want this, it shouldn't feel so good. But then the way his strong hands tangle in my hair, pulling me, dragging me up against him; then the way he clamps his canines into my neck, the sharp painful pleasure of it; the way I know I couldn't fight him even if I tried. The way I am completely and utterly at his mercy; all of it has my thighs clenching and quivering as my second orgasm builds.“You're gonna come from this, huh? You close again, huh?” he pants in my ear. “This is what turns you on? Used like the worthless piece of meat you are?'I can't pretend. Sobbing, moaning, covered in drool and snot, I nod. “Uh huh. You can have me, you can use me. Have me however you want,” I whimper in my phlegmy voice. “You're so; oh; I'm so close; I'm gonna.'“Nope,” he says, suddenly pulling out of me, all at once leaving me empty and wanting. “You're not going to come again. You're mine to use, you're not allowed to like it too, you greedy little slut.” He rolls me over on my back, and, kneeling above me, strokes himself over my face. I open my mouth, tongue out, ready for him, while my fingers press against my aching clit, desperately clutching at the remnants of my ruined orgasm.“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, “slimy, disgusting little slut. Fuck, you're so perfect.” He continues to mumble words both degrading and flattering until, with a final moan, his come spills over my tongue, hot and salty. As his spend drips down my flushed face, my hips gyrate into my hands and I spill over, too. My second orgasm is a weak, ruined shadow of the first, empty of my therapist but full of disgrace. I feel thoroughly debased. Disgusting. Glazed with spunk, a husk of a woman.The air is hot and thick with sex. There's a heavy ache in my center, a cold emptiness, as I stare up at the ceiling. I still don't believe what's just happened. There must be some mistake, some misunderstanding. Maybe I'm having a psychotic break. Maybe this is all in my head. Some fantasy turned foul.I can hear him re-buckling his belt and shuffling about at the desk, until he appears beside me, gently helping me sit upright. Tenderly he wipes the goo from my face with wet wipes, deep brown eyes searching mine. His dark curls are plastered to his face with sweat.“Nobody will know about this,” he says in a low voice. “You have my word. I know better than anyone how fragile you are, and how poorly you will handle anyone knowing how you threw yourself at me like that. Nobody will know what a greedy whore you really are. You can trust me.” The cruelty in his words are softened by how gentle he's being, softly caressing my shoulders as he wipes away the gunk from my skin.He's taking care of me.It's nice.He's a good person.He helps me to my feet. I shake like a lamb.“Anyway, our time is up.” He opens the door and ushers me out. “I'll see you next week.'The last I see of him is a predatory, vulpine grin, before the door clicks shut.Clinical PleasureKate visits Doctor Yang to treat her sexual dysfunctions.Based on a post by nymphic“Kate Williams?” calls the receptionist.At the sound of her name, a fair-complexioned young woman jerks her strawberry blonde head up. “Yes?”“Doctor Yang is ready to see you. Third door on the right.”Timidly, Kate walks up to Doctor Yang's office. She smooths her dress and takes a deep, shaky breath before entering.Doctor Yang looks to be in his mid-forties--black hair slicked back, greying at the temples. He's fit, with wide shoulders, and his shirt bunches around his elbows where the sleeves are rolled up, showing off well-defined forearms.He gives Kate a firm handshake before ushering her into the room. “Miss Williams, welcome, I'm Doctor Yang. Pull up a chair.”She perches primly on a chair of squeaky vinyl while he takes a seat behind his desk. There's an ancient, blocky computer taking up so much space on his desk, there's barely room left for the messy notes scattered about. Behind, a curtain half obscures an examination table. At the sight of it, trepidation bubbles in Kate's stomach.“What brings you in today?” the doctor asks.“Um.” She stares intently at the floor, unable to explain to this handsome doctor all of her sexual inadequacies.After the silence between them becomes sufficiently awkward, Doctor Yang takes pity on poor Kate, clearing his throat and shuffling his notes.“Look, it's normal to be nervous, but I assure you, I've heard it all before. This is a judgement free space, and I'm here to help you.” He looks at her with kind, dark eyes. “Whenever you're ready.”Kate fiddles with the hem of her sundress as she begins. “Well, I'm in a pretty new relationship right now, and. We're having intimacy issues.”“Intimacy issues,” says Doctor Yang. There's a distinct lack of judgement in his tone, which calms the anxiety in Kate's stomach. He's almost detached as he clack-clack-clacks the clunky keyboard. The behemoth computer buzzes and whirs away as he types. “Tell me more about the issues you've been having.”“My boyfriend and I; he's the one who urged me come here; are, well. We just started sleeping together. And I'm finding it quite difficult.” She bites her lip.“Difficult in what way?”Kate looks down at her sandals as she says, “I'm told sex ought to be pleasurable.”Doctor Yang chuckles, showing off deep dimples. “It's generally supposed to be, yes. That hasn't been your experience?”Kate shakes her head, curly hair bouncing around her shoulders. “No, not the times we've tried together. I just can't see how anything can... fit.” She can feel her face heating up. “Every time we try it's so uncomfortable for me. Sometimes it hurts. Plus, I've never been able to... get there. Not when we're together, at least.”Doctor Yang nods. “You know, many women your age have that experience too. It's completely normal.”“What? You mean this is just how it is?”She must look panic-stricken, because Doctor Yang immediately backtracks. “No, no! It shouldn't hurt, it should never hurt! What I mean to say is that this issue is more common than you realize, and it's definitely something I can help with.”She slumps back in the chair with relief, air whooshing from her lungs.“To get to the bottom of your problem, though,” Doctor Yang continues, “I'm going to ask a few personal questions. There will be no judgement from me, I just want you to answer honestly. Is that okay?” His face is open and friendly, and Kate trusts him, but what could he mean, personal questions? How much more personal can it get?“Sure,” she says, and if Doctor Yang notices her hesitation, he doesn't let on.

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Tokrat predstavljamo novo kantato Tadeje Vulc Noetove noči, ki so jo po premieri na Koroškem izvedli v Mariboru. V Kopru so se s koncertom poklonili spominu na skladatelja in etnomuzikologa Pavleta Merkuja, v Celju pa so v Narodnem domu zveneli kvinteti za klarinet in godala. Ogledali smo si tudi dve novosti na tujih opernih odrih, v Gradcu so uprizorili Berliozove Trojance, v Trstu pa Mozartovo opero Beg iz Seraja

He agrees to be her ‘focus group' for demoing toys in the adult toy store. (fetish) By Norweger.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. ‘Can I help you?' I glanced aside from the colourful products on display right in front of me, blushing mildly. The shopkeeper had done the rounds, and I, being lost in thought in front of the ‘Toys; male, solo' shelf hadn't noticed her approaching. Well, I could hardly deny I was thinking of buying a Fleshlight, as I held one; well, a securely wrapped one, luckily; in my hands as I met her friendly gaze. ‘I, ah…' Fuck. Going to an adult toy shop shouldn't be embarrassing, should it? My cheeks and earlobes grew pretty pink. ‘Well, I'm just browsing, to be honest, I…' [[MORE]] She nodded. 'Those are real good, by the way.' She giggled. ‘Well, good quality. Easy to keep clean. Rugged. For obvious reasons, I haven't taken one for a test drive myself.' I chuckled, feeling my awkwardness recede a bit. That's one way of putting it. ‘For obvious reasons…' I thought before answering ‘Well, I could hardly expect you to have, could I? That being said, shops like this are quite particular, no? Normally, asking the shopkeeper for recommendations and whether she'd used the product herself would be reasonable, but here, I guess it would get me me-too'd right away? How do you actually reply if someone holds up something and asks, well, is this one any good?' I smiled weakly while feeling my cheeks getting rosier again, hoping I hadn't overstepped any bounds. I got a chuckle for my trouble. ‘Well, please try to keep the exciting images out of your mind, but to tell you the truth, we do test quite a lot of the stuff we sell.' She blushed a little, herself. ‘Well, we must buy them, of course, though at a steep discount.' She turned her gaze down as the sentence trailed off, giving me a chance to look her over without being too obvious about it as the images she'd been warning me about started to manifest themselves to my inner eye. I guessed she could be in her early thirties, a few years younger than me. Quite cute, slender, narrow hips, a loose-fitting, turquoise sweater doing its best to hide her ample bosom… I'd already undressed her in my mind, trying to imagine her testing the huge dildos in the glass display cabinet right behind her. Oh no, I hadn't been blushing earlier. Now; NOW I was blushing. She lifted her gaze again and giggled. ‘Let me guess. Exciting images?' I could hardly deny it, and she could hardly take affront, either. I turned my own gaze down, intensely studying my rather rumpled leather boots. There was no way in hell I'd be able to meet her stare while saying it. ‘Oh, guilty as charged.' I made a helpless gesture with my arm towards the toys on display ‘I imagined both this and that, I'll admit.' ‘Well, there's a reason we don't have fitting rooms, you know!' Her giggle turned to a quick laugh which she stifled as quickly. I felt my mood rise just by hearing it; it had a chirping quality, sounded almost like a bird's cry. In improving spirits; and, frankly, quite turned on; this young, cute woman had more or less told me that she test ran a lot of the toys in the store. Now my eyes wandered around the room, desperate not to meet her stare, while every time I saw something titillating I imagined her using it on herself. Not that there was anything extraordinary about a woman in her thirties enjoying herself, but the mere thought, as she was standing two feet away from me… Fuck. I was rock hard. I hoped it wasn't too obvious. Here goes nothing. Had I first said A, I might as well say B, too. I felt a bit braver, thinking we could spin a bit on this, while still keeping it innocent. She looked amused, too. ‘That's kind of unfair, though, isn't it? Any woman walking into this store can get, ah, expert advice, whereas I, as a man, will have to take your word for it ‘Oh, this one is good; I haven't tried it, but it is good, believe me!' She laughed. Loud. ‘I swear to all that's holy, had we ever had a male shop assistant here, he'd be loaded down with all the male solo toys we could muster and be told to test the hell out of them; and take notes while he was at it!' She turned serious. ‘Wouldn't do you much good, though; I'd be most surprised if there's even a single man in town who'd casually ask another if that sex toy of his was any good or not.' I'd have to give her that. Chitchatting about sex did come a lot easier when I did it with a woman. ‘Just that. There's a reason we're all women working here,' she smiled. ‘Women sell better to both men and women than, say, a fifty-something, balding, pudgy male in a soiled T-shirt and sweat pants.' She chuckled. ‘Beg your pardon for letting my prejudices shine through, by the way.' I laughed out loud again, realizing I was getting close to asking her what she did once she'd closed shop; she had, in a few minutes since I'd become aware she even existed, shown herself to be one of those all too rare people who could get me in a good mood simply by being there; and that she could quip about sex and seemingly be at ease was an added bonus. Plus, of course, she was incredibly cute. I caught the warm, brown eyes peering out under her unruly mop of reddish hair, trying to come up with a suitable response before the silence became awkward or she trotted on through the shop, ending our moment. She glanced down at her watch, and my heart sank like a stone; opportunity wasted, I thought; until I heard what she had to say. ‘Look… Now I want you to be real careful; not getting the wrong idea as to what I am suggesting, okay? You are not going to have sex with me, capisce?' Well, she had my full and undivided attention, even if I wouldn't get to sleep with her. I nodded, firmly. No fucking her. OK. ‘I'm about to close shop, now. If you, ahem, would like to test the fleshlight before you buy it, you can do so, okay? But, you're going to have to buy it afterwards, obviously. The lube is on the house.' I gawked at her. Wow. I nodded, numbly. This couldn't be, could it? But I wouldn't want to miss this for the world. I nodded again, vigorously. She smiled a quick smile, then went to the entrance to lock the doors, glancing over her shoulder at me as she did so, throwing me another smile. Returning, she grabbed a bottle of lube from a shelf, and motioned for me to follow her as she walked past. As if I needed any prodding. ‘It'd probably be best to use our office, rather than have you go at it here under the bright lights,' she suggested softly. I just shrugged. I'd follow her anywhere. My cock was rather a simpleton. As we exited a door with a 'staff only' sign at the back of the shop, we entered the kind of storeroom you'll find somewhere in any shop in the world; shelves stocked with all kinds of goods, except… Well, these goods were very much adult toys. Darting past a crate packed to the gunwales with inflatable dolls; inflated!, she giggled ‘Meet last year's Christmas decorations; we couldn't sell them, but neither could we bring ourselves to throw them away…' I shook my head, dumbfounded. She nodded towards a green door near the corner of the storeroom ‘That's where you'll get to find out if the fleshlight is any good…' She opened the door, hinges groaning. ‘I've been meaning to grease those for ages, wonder if I can use this lube?' she mused as we entered a small-ish, run-down office. Lots of papers were covering just about any horizontal surface; a desk with a computer and a phone on it and a small coffee table in front of a battered old sofa tucked into a corner; piles of merchandise along the far wall. Nodding towards the sofa, she suggested I take a seat before seating herself on the office chair by the desk. ‘I hope you don't mind me watching. After all, I have a certain, um, professional interest in seeing how you get along with it, you know.', throwing me another smile; a warm, seemingly genuine one. She didn't appear to be wholly untouched, herself. I fumbled with the packaging. What sadist had invented welded plastic? Probably a good thing when it came to protecting sex toys on display, but when you were about to unwrap it to try it out? Not so much. My audience reached for a pair of scissors and motioned for me to lob her the fleshlight. ‘You get out of your jeans, I'll get this out, OK?' she suggested. I nodded, still not trusting my voice to bear. I hardly needed any more encouragement. I tugged at my belt, seconds later dropping my jeans to the floor, stepping out of them. My briefs were unceremoniously shoved down my thighs, and as I rose again, my almost painfully erect cock pointed arrogantly at the ceiling, the shopkeeper raising her eyebrows a little and giggling softly as she took the sight in while cutting open the packaging separating me from instant bliss. With a satisfied ‘Hah! Finally!' she pulled the fleshlight from its by now shredded plastic cover and reached over to hand it to me. I shamelessly ogled her cleavage before reverting to holding her gaze. ‘As I said, this is good shit. You won't be able to destroy this one during normal use…' She proceeded to explain how important it was to clean it after use, stressing that they had both suitable toy cleaner and disinfectant in the store. ‘Most gentle for the silicone, that stuff; unlike the dish soap most people tend to use…' Her sentence trailed off, apparently she got struck by the same thing I had; that this was an absurd time to discuss maintenance. ‘My apologies, I got a bit carried away. Here.' Accepting the toy, I glanced over at the bottle of lube perched on the edge of her desk. Turning around, she reached the bottle and spun back to present it to me. ‘There you go, put lots in the fleshlight, some around the entrance and a little on your johnson, and you're good to go.' Nodding, I did as she had suggested; an ample spurt of lube into the pale, pink thingy, then a little around the sculpted pussy lips. Bah, in a way it would have been better if they hadn't tried so hard to make it look like the real thing. ‘Seeing as you wanted my observations, I think it would have been better if it was just an opening, not modeled to look like a real pussy; you know, no matter how good this may turn out to be, it can't possibly compare to the real thing…' ‘Doh,' she exclaimed as she rolled her eyes. ‘I should have mentioned that, there's a neutral version, too; and, believe it or not, a few which are supposedly modeled after famous porn stars' pussies, whether you believe it or not. Anyway, they probably all feel the same; just look at something, anything else while you're using it.' I'd be lying if I claimed I thought it would matter much what it looked like once it was wrapped around me. Squirting a wee bit of lube in the palm of my hand, I stroked myself a couple of times, ensuring I got some on the purplish, swollen head, too; unless I slipped in unhindered, I'd be sore afterwards, of that I was certain. Positioning the fleshlight against the glans, I looked over at the shopkeeper. She stared back, eagerly anticipating my next move; not that she'd have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what that would be. Gently pressing the fleshlight towards me, I slid into my first silicone pussy. It was just tight enough to feel natural-ish, I'd hand the designers that; but it felt rather cold and, well, dead. ‘What's it like?' she asked, voice quivering slightly. ‘Oh, not too bad,' I replied ‘Though it does feel a bit cold and. ah, dead, if I may say so at the moment, but that should improve shortly…' Giving it a couple of strokes, I could already feel it begin to warm up. She raised her stare from my fleshlight-wrapped member to meet mine. ‘Fuck me, I really am not doing my job properly, now; I just remembered that the manufacturer recommend that you put it in warm water for a few minutes before use, precisely to avoid that corpse bride-feeling. My apologies.' I nodded. ‘That'd probably do the trick, I'm sure. However…'; I let it slide back and forth a few times, feeling the soft silicone caress my oh-so-erect cock; ‘it does feel really good, don't get me wrong; and it keeps getting warmer by the second!' Having said that, I stroked myself in silence for a few moments, slowly, deliberately; pulling it off me until my cock emerged from it, exposing the swollen, lube-glistening head for my very attentive audience, then shoving myself into it again. Oh yes, it felt better and better. While no one would ever mistake it for the real thing; well, no one who had ever had the good fortune to have the real thing wrapped around oneself, anyway; it definitely felt good, much better than a simple handjob. ‘It keeps getting better,' I grunted. ‘Would work better still if one could take it out of the casing, though; you know, to adjust the pressure, using it as a sleeve over my cock; would feel more alive, then.' She nodded. ‘I'll keep that in mind, in case someone asks. I believe you can take it out for cleaning, by the way; so you could probably, um, go au-naturel on it, if that's your preference.'; before again staring at my cock sliding in and out of the toy, mesmerised. I felt like I was being on display; quite naturally, seeing as that was just what I was; but caught myself enjoying it. My audience was really cute and sexy as hell; well, truth be told, I'd probably find even Margaret Thatcher hot as fuck if she had stared at my masturbating with that sultry look my watcher now sent me; but I digress. I was turned on, way beyond what I would have been had I been doing the deed at home, alone. I coughed softly, then slowing the pace a bit as I caught her stare again. ‘Uh, I know there won't be any actual sex, that's not what I'm fishing for now, but… Would you mind, ah, could I… Well, have a little glimpse of your charms? Some bare skin? Just to help me over the edge?' I must have looked like a pleading puppy, as she burst into laughter, luckily a good-natured one. After first shaking her head, she apparently had second thoughts and nodded. I swallowed. This intensely erotic moment was about to become even hotter. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and revealed a black, low-cut bra and ample cleavage. Lovely, pillowy, full breasts. My pace picked up. ‘Don't you think about touching me, don't even reach for me, OK?' she said, sternly. I nodded, hoping I looked like I'd be true to my word. God knows how reliable one looks when masturbating to the sight of the girl asking you to keep your hands off her. She apparently found my promise good enough, and, after reaching behind her back for a second, the bra fell into her lap and her breasts swung free. I swallowed again, almost in disbelief. They were really beautiful; round, full and pillowy, large, but not so large as to be saggy; they proudly stood form her chest, slightly pear-shaped, milky white and crowned by the largest, weakly drawn areolas I'd ever seen, pale pink, crested with nipples looking as if you'd be able to cut glass with them, so hard were they. She was amazing, and I wasted no time telling her so as my cock hardened further still inside the silicone wrapper I was now doing my best to fuck the daylights out of while keeping my eyes locked on the shopkeeper, occasionally falling to her wonderful breasts, but mostly maintaining eye contact. She leant back in her chair, her breasts gently parting. My turn to be mesmerised. I could already feel the familiar tingling telling me my strokes were numbered and my orgasm forthcoming; I'd be done for shortly. The fleshlight was now at body temperature, and felt much, much more lifelike, albeit still no match for a woman, I grunted through clenched teeth ‘no muscles milking me, no body thrust against mine, no hands feverishly stroking over my back, hugging me close as orgasm approaches; but it does feel pretty… pretty damned good!' Nodding absentmindedly, she stroked a hand over her right breast, cupping it, then pinching her nipple between her thumb and index finger, moaning softly. ‘I'm about to cum,' I grunted, snapping her back to reality. ‘Oh, please do it in that one, huh?', she nodded to an empty mug on the table between us. ‘I want to see you cum.' I nodded, feverishly working my cock with the latest addition to my meagre sex toy collection. ‘Lean forward, please', I snapped ‘I want to see those lovely tits swaying under you…' Laughingly, she obliged, leaning forward, then rocking side to side. ‘Like this, huh?' she teased, smiling warmly at me as the heavy globes swayed back and forth under her. Yes. Just like that. There was no use trying to hold back. Two more strokes, and I could feel my orgasm erupting, a tad before I'd expected it to. And here I was, figuring I had it under control… I jerked the fleshlight off my cock, throwing it on the floor, sending spurt after spurt of cum over the table, grasping for the mug, missing, shooting another spurt halfway across the room towards her; at least it felt like it; before finally grabbing the mug and shooting the last, feeble spurt into it. I felt my earlobes glow with embarrassment as I came in for landing after the massive orgasm, only to see the mess I'd made; cum streaks over invoices, a pack of cigarettes, the table itself, a lighter… My companion laughed, totally losing it in a fit of laughter, her breasts jiggling as she shook ‘You should've seen yourself!!!', she eventually gasped, regaining some control over herself. ‘It was the most absurd sight I've ever seen, so incredibly hot, you in the midst of such an orgasm, frantically trying to grab my old mug…' I joined her, a bit hesitantly at first. It had indeed been comedy hour. I hoped there wasn't a surveillance camera here, for if it did, I'd be bound to find myself on some amateur blooper reel shortly. ‘Never mind, though,' she giggled. ‘I'll get that cleaned up in no time. Without getting her sweater back on, she left the room. Seconds later I heard the tell-tale sound of water pouring from a faucet and paper being torn from a roll. She returned, hand full of tissue paper, and handed me some. ‘Here, clean yourself up; then I'll show you how to clean your latest conquest afterwards.' She leaned in over the table and cleaned up any trace of my little indiscretion. I really had to fight the urge to reach out and touch the lovely form right in front of my eyes; but managed. I'd promised, after all; and I'd had a wonderful experience, I wouldn't want to ruin it by doing anything which might scare or offend her in any way. I leaned back in the sofa while cleaning most of the lube off my semi-erect cock, softly caressing it as I stared hungrily at her, finishing up the table. I followed her to the cupboard next to the office; standing close to her; still dressed like Venus of Milo, only with arms; in the tiny room, I could feel the warmth of her body against mine as she fumbled the fleshlight open, taking out the silicone innards. ‘Just hold it under lukewarm water, first, to get rid of your cum and the lube, then wipe it clean with a little bit of the toy cleaner I'll give you when we're back in the shop and it'll be ready for its next outing.' She glanced up at me, noting my attention was on her, rather than on the most useful instructions she were supplying. ‘Better leave it outside its sheath overnight to allow it to dry properly,' she said. ‘Well, unless you find you prefer to use just the inner sleeve, of course.' Quick smile. With that, she handed the toy back to me. ‘Just head back out in the shop, you. I'll be with you in a minute, just need to get dressed.' I was treated to a smile too cute to be believed, and I was bright enough not to overstay my welcome by asking for just a few more glimpses of her. I threw a last, longing glance at her beautiful, curvy shape, met her gaze; a rather lustful one at that!; and smiled at her. ‘I'll do some window shopping, then, see if I find more playthings catching my fancy.' I then turned and briskly headed back into the shop, again passing the surreal pile of inflatable dolls, one still sporting a santa's cap. She sure took her time getting dressed; I imagined she'd figured she needed a release, too. Hell, yeah - when she appeared in the door from the storeroom, she was still basking in that wonderful post-orgasmic bliss you can spot from a mile away. ‘Getting a bit carried away, are we?' I quipped in a mock stern tone. ‘How professional is it really to masturbate in the rear while there's customers waiting in the shop, huh?' She smiled sheepishly. ‘Busted. Fuck, I was so horny while you did your thing I almost leapt at you!' I laughed. ‘Glad to hear you enjoyed yourself, too; and with any luck you now know a bit more about, ah; your inventory?' She giggles. ‘Sure do, I can't wait until the next time some sod comes by, cheekily suggesting I can't possibly know how this one feels…' She worked the till. ‘I'm giving you this at a discount,' she laughed. ‘It is the first time I've ever sold a used toy. The lube and cleaner is on the house, promise me you'll take good care of your new friend!' I promised, and took my chances embracing her briefly. ‘Mind if I come back for some more shopping sometime?' I asked, voice thick with lust. She looked at me, quizzically, then shrugged. ‘Well, I happen to have another couple of toys which I could use some user feedback on…' she suggested with a smile. ‘I'll be back in a couple of weeks,' I said by way of goodbye. Heading for the doors, I realised I'd be pounding the fleshlight again seconds after returning home. I was already hard again… By Norweger for Literotica

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On this episode of Talking Buffalo, Patrick Moran is joined by Rams blogger Blaine Grisak of Turf Show Times (SB Nation) for a preview of the Buffalo Bills vs Los Angeles Rams game coming up Sunday, including keys to victory for each team, bold predictions and a final score guess. The Bills have won seven in a row, are 10-2 on the season and chasing the top overall seed in the AFC. Meanwhile the Rams are stuck in neutral at 6-6 and in a fight both in the NFC west as well as a wild card possibility. Translation---it's a big game for both teams. Patrick asks Blaine plenty of questions about the Rams from the perspective of someone covering the team, including a very young defensive line that has arguably turned into the biggest asset they have on the team. Conversely the offense has struggled to maintain any consistency, even with proven talent like Matt Stafford, Kyren Williams, Cooper Kupp and Puca Nucua. They both offer their keys to a win, with Patrick focused on the Bills offensive line, holding the Rams to field goal opportunities and simply not allowing themselves to look ahead to Detroit next week. Bold predictions are made for both teams as well, with Patrick thinking Josh Allen's due for a season-high in passing yards while Blaine boldly predicts Stafford will outplay the current MVP betting favorite. That plus will the guys agree on who wins with their score predictions and much more. Beg sure to follow Turf Show Times for Rams coverage, especially this week. Major props to Talking Buffalo sponsor, Sonny Red's at 1841 Abbott Road in Lackawanna, just minutes from Highmark Stadium. We consider them THE most underrated spot for wings, pizza and other great food in Western New York plus it's a great place to drink and have a great time. ♦♦♦♦♦ Follow Patrick Moran/Talking Buffalo Podcast  Substack: Patrick Moran's Substack Twitter:  @PatrickMoranTB Blue Sky: @PatrickMoranTB.bsky.social Instagram: @PatrickMoranTB Facebook: Talking Buffalo Podcast  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

International development projects supported by governments of wealthy countries, international financial institutions, and influential NGOs like the Gates Foundation purport to uplift poor or disadvantaged populations through political, economic, and social interventions in these communities. However, practices, policies, and discourses of development also have a darker side: they are both premised on and perpetuate the translation of social difference into deficit, ranking groups according to their perceived ‘stage' of historical development. My guest today, the political theorist Begüm Adalet, has explored how discourses and practices of development have interacted with political processes of racialization. She also examines how anti-colonial movements can resist racialized development practices by envisioning alternative means of recrafting built environments and the creation of selves. Our interview today focuses on three recent articles that she has published in academic journals: “Agricultural infrastructures: Land, race, and statecraft in Turkey,” Environment and Planning D: Society and Space vol. 40, no. 6 (2022): 975-993 “Infrastructures of Decolonization: Scales of Worldmaking in the Writings of Frantz Fanon,” Political Theory vol. 50, no. 1 (2022): 5-31 “An Empire of Development: American Political Thought in Transnational Perspective,” American Political Science Review (2024) Begüm Adalet is assistant professor in the Department of Government at Cornell University. She is the author of Hotels and Highways: The construction of modernization theory in Cold War Turkey (Stanford, 2018), which I interviewed her about for the New Books Network in 2020. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices Support our show by becoming a premium member! https://newbooksnetwork.supportingcast.fm/new-books-network

Join LaTangela as she chats with Q Parker on the #tanline Q Parker has been a mastermind within the entertainment industry for years. As a founder member of the internationally recognized male R&B group 112, he has inked many songs that served as the soundtrack of our lives.  He is giving us the #InsideScoop of his journey as an independent solo artist, his new project and what he plans to contribute to the culture. WATCH FULL EPISODE HERE Check out his new single BEG available on radio and steaming platforms now Chime in www.LaTangela.comSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

With less than a week until the election, Americans face a stark choice about their country's future. While Trump's supporters wave flags from the Revolutionary War — a war fought against a king —Trump seeks to expand presidential authority and claim immunity from wrongdoing. This week, we're joined by Mona Charen, Policy Editor at The Bulwark and host of "Beg to Differ" podcast, and Harvard Professor Emeritus Laurence H. Tribe, to explore Trump's shallow patriotism and his disregard for the very Constitution he could once again swear to preserve, protect and defend. Follow The Weekly Show with Jon Stewart on social media for more:  > YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@weeklyshowpodcast > Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/weeklyshowpodcast > TikTok: https://tiktok.com/@weeklyshowpodcast  > X: https://x.com/weeklyshowpod Host/Executive Producer – Jon Stewart Executive Producer – James Dixon Executive Producer – Chris McShane Executive Producer – Caity Gray Lead Producer – Lauren Walker Producer – Brittany Mehmedovic Video Editor & Engineer – Sam Reid Audio Editor & Engineer – Nicole Boyce Researcher & Associate Producer – Gillian Spear Music by Hansdle Hsu — This podcast is brought to you by: ZipRecruiter Try it for free at this exclusive web address: ziprecruiter.com/ZipWeekly Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices