Podcasts about Biting

Seven months after Brian was scarred with a bite mark in the Suicidal Tendencies pit, Kenzie comes clean about who did the dirty work. Chicago’s best morning radio show now has a podcast! Don’t forget to rate, review, and subscribe wherever you listen to podcasts and remember that the conversation always lives on the Q101 Facebook page. Brian & Kenzie are live every morning from 6a-10a on Q101. Subscribe to our channel HERE: https://www.youtube.com/@Q101 Like Q101 on Facebook HERE: https://www.facebook.com/q101chicago Follow Q101 on Twitter HERE: https://twitter.com/Q101Chicago Follow Q101 on Instagram HERE: https://www.instagram.com/q101chicago/?hl=en Follow Q101 on TikTok HERE: https://www.tiktok.com/@q101chicago?lang=enSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

At the SiriusXM Nashville studios before a live studio audience, the guys get to know the listeners who came out to see the show. Bobby flirts with women and tries to bite a gentleman's cheek. Bob had an embarrassing moment in a Porta Potty which Jay took video of. An audience member named Deja talks about her dating history and speed dates with Bobby. A manager of a BBQ restaurant takes offence when Jay kids that the food may not be great. *To hear the full show to go www.siriusxm.com/bonfire to learn more FOLLOW THE CREW ON SOCIAL MEDIA: @thebonfiresxm @louisjohnson @christinemevans @bigjayoakerson @robertkellylive @louwitzkee @jjbwolfSubscribe to SiriusXM Podcasts+ to listen to new episodes of The Bonfire ad-free and a whole week early.  Start a free trial now on Apple Podcasts or by visiting siriusxm.com/podcastsplus.

Locals Guide Secret Sound On This Day What's Biting? Hoppy Endings Day 9 The Cops Maroon Tradie Thursday See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Topics:  Peacemaker, Trust Jesus, Breaking Animal News, Emotional Support Tigers, Minecraft Movie, Psalm 23, Your Job, Spiritual Beings, Bible Memorization, The Best Party, Pettiness, Joshua 1:8   Quotes: “I lack nothing because He's my shepherd.” “You might want to set about creating peace in your own sphere of influence.” “We are all naturally self-centered.” “We're at our best mentally when we deliberately serve other people.” . . . Holy Ghost Mama Pre-Order! Want more of the Oddcast? Check out our website! Watch our YouTube videos here. Connect with us on Facebook! For Christian banking you can trust, click here!

Today David and Josh discuss exactly how we work with handler aggressive dogs (dogs that are biting their owners).  This can be one of the most challenging behavioral issues to work through so these are some techniques we've implemented with owners to help overcome it!

Episode 296: UFC 314 - Alexander Volkanovski is your new Featherweight Champ. Paddy continues to rise. Biting off more than you can chew....GFL Swings and misses.  All the latest news. Hit up the show:X (formerly Twitter): @MMAafterhours @RealMikeCarlyle @FranklMika @CagedMindsMMAEmail: mmaafterhours@gmail.com

Locals Guide On This Day Secret Sound BREAKING NEWS: Port City Bowling Club What's Biting? News Shereeader Hoppy Endings Day 5 Group 3 Rugby League Chairman Geoff Kelly Lauren Jackson See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Send us a textOn today's episode we are with 3 young Texas big bass mega hammers Tristan Marsh, Caden Cowan, and Cade Rudiger to talk about how to trick giant trophy sized bass into biting.

Accused of biting a police official, a New York City politician gets the charges dropped. AP correspondent Julie Walker reports.

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This episode is proudly presented by our friends at Betovo!Welcome back to another episode of The Criminal Connection Podcast.Today, the Podfather welcomes ear biter & illegal fighter, Bachir Bash Fakhour.Hear it all here on The Criminal Connection Podcast.Now sit back and relax, we'll see you on the other side!Big thank you to our sponsors:Superstar Speakers - https://www.superstarspeakers.co.uk/ - Get 15% off all products using code CCP123Fragrance Du Bois - https://fragrancedubois.com/discount/CCPOD10 - Get 10% Off using code CCPOD10 Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Locals Guide Living Next Door To A Pole Dancer Secret Sound & Clue Fish Fingers & Custard What's Biting? On This Day Week In Review How MNC Are Ya? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

On this episode of the Bear Grease Podcast, host Clay Newcomb brings together one last group of turkey stories for the season told by some of the best story tellers. Stories from custom turkey call makers Don and Sarah Clark, internet sensation Trent Ellis, “the greatest turkey hunter in the world” Med Palmer, story-teller-in-residence Andy Brown, Brother Robin Risher, up-and-coming outdoorsman Bear Newcomb ,and newcomer to Bear Grease Johnny Johnston. If you have comments on the show, send us a note to beargrease@themeateater.com Connect with Clay and MeatEater Clay on Instagram MeatEater on Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and YouTube Clips MeatEater Podcast Network on YouTubeSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Show us how you prep for play vs. prepping for reading! Phil and Senda talk about the different ways we use prepared adventure materials, and things you may consider to make your prep work for MORE

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Locals Guide Secret Sound & Clues Todays National Day What's Biting? News Shereeader On This Day How MNC Are Ya? See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Travis, Kief and Sinbad face off against Jonah the Damned, things take a turn for those on the Goose, and Kief has some burning questions as he joins the fray. CONTENT NOTE Main Show: Science, Biting sensitive bits, Undead saltiness, Whale Science Dear Uhuru: Grief MAGIC OF SPEIR ZINE Follow the project here! OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN Order now! Leave a review! THE ULTIMATE RPG PODCAST Listen Here! SKYJOUST FIGHT WITH SPIRIT EXPANSION Get it now! ULTIMATE RPG GAMEMASTER'S GUIDE Pre-order now! SKYJACKS: COURIER'S CALL IS BACK! Listen on Spotify (or any other podcatcher app)! STARWHAL PUBLIC FEED: Listen on Spotify (or any other podcatcher app)! JOIN OUR MAILING LIST Right Here! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Diving into your questions. This week we are talking about:3:53 Homeschool Curriculum 10:45 Tackling Naps and Bedtime with 2 Kids15:27 How Many Kids Do I Want 16:30 My Best Potty Training Tips21:10 My Top Dinners Right Now24:35 My Hot Take on the Easter Bunny and a Christ-Centered Easter28:50 Eczema-Friendly Breakfast and Snacks for Your Kids31:18 Combatting a Listener's Family Member Telling Her That Her Husband Should Not Be Bathing or Dressing Their 5-Year-Old Daughter33:25 How To Navigate Your Best Friend Mothering Differently Than You (Food and Screens Specifically)36:05 My Best Tips For Correcting Behaviors Like Hitting, Biting, Tantrums 42:48 A Special Prayer For YOUHappy Monday Mamas! Let's hang out!

Have you heard? It's Spring Break. If you didn't, maybe somebody bit off your ear. Also this is a Setting the Bar story! Source: https://www.thesmokinggun.com/documents/crime/spring-break-chomp-245397

Today we read, Mr McGee and the Biting Flee, by Pamela Allen.You can now subscribe to hear extra content and longer episodes for only 99 cents. Click the link below!https://creators.spotify.com/pod/show/chestersbookclub/subscribeChester's Book Club library/tote bag!Australia & NZ link below ($32AUD including shipped):https://buy.stripe.com/28o9CfduAfPw4q4147Worldwide link below $30-32USD including shipping:https://buy.stripe.com/00gcOrcqwcDk8GkeUY

Kief finishes Annabelle Sacha's harness and just needs the featherweave to get them to safety, but first he must contend with Jonah the Damned alongside Travis and Sinbad. CONTENT NOTE Main Show: Science, Biting sensitive bits, Undead saltiness Dear Uhuru: Estranged family reunions, Abstractions of horrifying violence MAGIC OF SPEIR ZINE Follow the project here! OH CAPTAIN, MY CAPTAIN Order now! Leave a review! THE ULTIMATE RPG PODCAST Listen Here! SKYJOUST FIGHT WITH SPIRIT EXPANSION Get it now! ULTIMATE RPG GAMEMASTER'S GUIDE Pre-order now! SKYJACKS: COURIER'S CALL IS BACK! Listen on Spotify (or any other podcatcher app)! STARWHAL PUBLIC FEED: Listen on Spotify (or any other podcatcher app)! JOIN OUR MAILING LIST Right Here! Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Competition becomes Titillation.Based on the post of MsCherylTerra, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.I completely forgot that I was just in my panties, otherwise I probably wouldn't have sandwiched myself between the seats again as I lunged for the keys. It didn't even cross my mind until I turned the ignition unsuccessfully twice and swore."We drained the battery," I groaned. "Shit. My mom's going to be a nightmare about this.""Uh-huh," came the somewhat-distracted response from behind me, and that's when I realized my ass was basically in Ashton's face.At least that time I wasn't stuck on the ice scraper. I crawled as gracefully as I could out from the space between the seats, which was not gracefully at all, and looked at him. Lightning picked that moment to flash again, muted by the filter of fog that clung to the car windows. Brightness hung in the air, flickering slightly as it revealed Ashton hurriedly adjusting the front of his boxers. He looked up, alarmed, and I looked down, enthralled by the sight of something very stiff tenting the fabric.All at once, the lightning faded, and we were left in the warm darkness all over again."Guess that's that," he said with a weak laugh."Guess so," I replied."Too bad. I was, uh, looking forward to winning that one."I licked my lips and glanced down. The screen of my Switch didn't do much to light the space, but I could still see the vague outline of his erection."We could keep playing," I whispered."What?""I mean, it's not like the car is going to get any less dead if we stay out here." I picked up my Switch. "Mine's still got some battery left. We just, um, would need to take turns. Change up the rules a bit."He raised an eyebrow. "What're the rules?"I hadn't quite thought that far ahead. I glanced down at my screen, watching the racers circle the track."Distraction," I said."What?"I held my Switch out to him. "Distraction. I pick a track, you play the race, I do my best to; distract you while you're racing. You do your best to come in first."He cleared his throat. "What happens if I win?""You get to choose what comes off.""And if I lose?"I smirked. "I get to choose."He took the Switch carefully. "So how does distraction work? What are the, uh, rules?"I thought for a moment. "Well, I think touching is okay. As long as the person can still physically play the game."He nodded eagerly. "Sounds good.""No removing clothes, since that's; you know. The prize. But; " I cleared my throat, almost feeling lightheaded. "Hands can go under things.""Seems fair.""And, um; that's all I can think of.""One more," he said. "Final rule still applies, regardless of who's driving and who's, uh, distracting."By that point, I wouldn't have been surprised if my skin was just permanently stained red from all the blushing I'd been doing. "Yeah."He smiled. "So, what track am I playing?"He didn't complain about my choice, which was good because I picked one at random. As the music signaling the start of the race began to play, Ashton met my eyes one last time."Good luck," he teased quietly."Keep your luck," I said. "You're gonna need it."He smirked, then looked down at the screen.I hadn't exactly thought of what I was going to do ahead of time. Frankly, the entire thing was an exercise in spontaneity. I don't know why I suggested continuing to play instead of just jumping into his lap and kissing him. Maybe because it was fun, maybe because I was stalling, maybe because if I did that, I'd have to decide if I wanted to go further, and how far that would be. And maybe, even though I was turned on and Ashton was sweet and respectful and ugh, I was still feeling uncertain because of a certain nagging voice in the back of my head.Whatever it was, it didn't matter. What mattered was that we were there, and we were enjoying ourselves, and it was hot as fuck.I didn't move until Ashton had started racing. As soon as he did, I tucked my legs beneath me and nestled closer to him. He shivered almost imperceptibly as I leaned against his arm and our skin touched.There was no real plan, but his neck seemed like as good a place as any to start. Carefully, so I didn't jostle him while he was racing, I curled in closer. Just before I pressed my lips to his skin, his breath quickened, and there was a smile on my face as I kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder.Aside from the change in breathing, he didn't react as I nuzzled his neck, flicking my tongue out and tracing a gentle pattern along his collarbone. I almost jumped when the chiming sound that signaled the start of lap two rang out from the Switch and I had barely even touched him.I was going to have to step up my game.He very kindly moved his arm as I slipped my hand between us, touching his chest and trailing my fingers down his pecs. He trembled slightly as I ran my hand along his ribs, squirming just enough that it was clear it tickled, and I grinned against his neck before doing it again."You are evil," he groaned, though it was mixed with laughter as he writhed."You think that's evil?" I said, nipping at his neck. "You just wait.""Oh no," he said, but he didn't sound that unhappy about it.I traced his ribs lightly one last time before moving my hand to his stomach and walking my fingers lower, and lower, and lower still, until they reached the waistband of his boxers. Ashton's breath hitched, but seconds later the jingle of the final lap played and the music sped up.That meant my hand had to speed up, too.I slipped my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers. Ashton made a small noise of anticipation as I pushed my hand further, culminating in a soft moan as my hand brushed against his shaft. Those noises made that desperately aching part of me pulse with need, but I ignored it as best I could as I wrapped my fingers around his cock.He was smooth and delightfully warm against my palm. I relished the way he twitched in my hand, uncontrollable movements that were accompanied by tiny puffs of breath as he tried to focus on the game. I felt his throat flex again as he swallowed and I started moving my hand, slowly at first and then faster. Precum dripped from his tip, thick and sticky and wonderfully slick, and I spread it along his cock as I stroked him.Just as I started really getting into it, I heard him cross the finish line. He inhaled sharply as I took my hand out of his boxers and moved away from his neck."I won," he said, though he didn't sound entirely convinced that he had won.I tried to look dejected, but it was impossible. "What do you choose?""Do you seriously need to ask?" he replied, grinning."I wanna hear you say it."He licked his lips as his eyes flicked down. "Bra off, please.""Wow, and so polite."He opened his mouth to respond, but nothing came out as I reached behind me and unhooked the clasp. That time, his eyes stayed glued to me as I moved the cups away from my breasts and slid the straps down my arms. I didn't mind in the slightest; the way his lips were parted and the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he watched sent a spike of desire rocketing through me. Silently, I revealed my breasts to him, entranced by the way he stared like I was made of star stuff and moonlight. It was only when I unceremoniously dropped my bra to the floor of my car that he finally spoke."Holy fruck," he said, and I couldn't hold back a giggle.That, more than anything, made any of the nerves I had left vanish. There was no question; he wanted to see my tits. He was turned on because of me. He wanted me, and I wanted him, and I was seconds away from asking if we could just forget about the game when he thrust the Switch towards me."Your turn."I almost protested, but the hoarseness of his voice and the dark excitement in his eyes as lightning flashed outside kept me quiet. Instead, I took the Switch."Which track?"He picked one of the city tracks. For the life of me, I could never remember which one it was. There was no way around it: Ashton's distraction game was far stronger than mine.It started innocently enough. He asked if I'd be okay to sit between his legs so I could lean back against him."It'll be more comfortable," he said, and like a complete sucker, I agreed.I should have known the second I felt his cock pressed against my lower back that I wasn't winning this round. Even through the fabric of his boxers, I could feel how hot he was, and it was a good thing I hadn't started yet when I felt his cock twitch against me. Still, I felt confident that I could win my race.So confident, in fact, that I wiggled my hips slightly as I leaned against him, making him groan as his cock nestled closer to my ass."I thought you were supposed to be the one distracting me," I teased."Rules don't start till the race starts," he murmured, and an electrifying tingle ran up my spine. "Gonna keep stalling?"I hit the button immediately and he chuckled in my ear.I managed to stay in first for most of the race, despite Ashton's best efforts. And those efforts were; well.He started much like I had. Fingers trailed along the base of my neck as he moved my hair out of the way and pressed his mouth just behind my ear. That certainly felt nice, and the feel of his breath brushing against my skin was a little distracting, but it wasn't unmanageable.That was just the briefest of warmups, though. After a few seconds, he nibbled softly on my shoulder and then slipped his hands beneath my arms. I shifted to give him room, holding the Switch up so I could focus on the race. His hands gripped my sides lightly, lingering for a heartbeat on my waist before moving up to my ribs. His knuckles brushed the underside of my breasts and I shivered; his lips flicked up and he sucked gently on my neck before taking a breast in each of his hands.I whimpered softly. I couldn't help it. The feel of his palms pressed against my hardened nipples was heaven; the gentle kneading of his hands was bliss. I blinked hard, staring at the screen and doing everything I could to stay on the track as he fondled, caressed, and tortured me with feather-light fingertips.I was still in first place when the second lap started, though I nearly lost my spot as Ashton pinched my nipples. He ran his fingers along one hardened nub as he released the other, sliding that hand to my ribs, and then my stomach, and then to the top of my panties.He toyed with the waistband for a few seconds but didn't stick his hand inside. Instead, he cupped my cunny through the fabric, exhaling softly as he felt the wet spot that had been soaking the front of them for some time."Damn, Ramona," he mumbled against me. "I didn't realize you were this turned on.""Shut up," I whispered breathlessly as I crashed into another racer."It's a good thing," he said. "This is; wow. Wow."I bit my lip as he pushed the crotch of my panties aside and traced my dripping cunny, then outright moaned when he rubbed my clit. My knuckles tightened on the sides of the Switch as he moved his hand, giving me the friction I'd been so desperately craving while simultaneously making me want more, and more, and;"Oh!" I gasped as he pushed a finger inside of me."You okay?" he asked."God yes," I moaned, and he jostled me as he laughed.On the screen, I hit another Item Box. Ashton kept doing his best to distract me, and honestly, he excelled at it. It was only sheer dumb luck that I managed to stay in first place as the third lap started, but the jingle indicating the start of the final lap only seemed to make him double down on his efforts.He pressed his thumb against my clit as he worked his finger in and out of me. I whined softly, my thumbs shaking as I tried to steer my character on the screen. Something blew past me; I couldn't have even guessed which character it was. His thumb swept along my clit, working against it in a maddening, thrilling way."You play way more video games than I thought," I panted."Why do you say that?" he asked, laughter threaded through his voice."Your thumb is; ugh." I shuddered as he pressed a bit harder, his laughter vibrating against my shoulder. "Clearly, you work it out.""Clearly," he agreed, then shoved a second finger inside of me.I cried out, unable to stop myself from writhing in his arms. That made him groan and I felt his cock twitch against me. As I took another corner on the track, I pressed back and Ashton groaned again, pushing his hips forward and rubbing himself against the slope of my ass.It was too much. His lips on my neck, his hand cupping my breast, his fingers inside me as he finally gave in and used my body for his own relief; I was half a lap from finishing the race and slightly further from coming all over his hand. Biting my lip, I tried to grind against him, but his arms were holding me too tightly for me to help myself along the way. I whimpered and he shuddered, his own noises muffled as he kept rubbing his cock against the small of my back.A quarter lap away. I just needed to finish the race and then;Then what?Then I'd ask him to take his boxers off and then it would be his turn to race again and I'd;I would have to wait.Whoever thought up this dumb game clearly didn't think things through.

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In this episode our listeners submitted some personal questions for Zena & Danni to answer. 

FULL details! A 43-year-old woman, Esi Affumwaa, has been arrested by the police at Assin Wurakese Camp in the Assin Foso Municipality, Central Region, for allegedly biting a customer's testicles during a violent altercation.

Zen Dog TrainingEpisode 41: Solving Play Biting In 48 HoursJason Connell and Gordon Fontaine discuss how quickly play biting can be resolved in the Zen Dog Training.Recorded: 01-07-25Studio: Just Curious MediaPartner: Zen Dog TrainingHosts:Jason ConnellGordon Fontaine#justcuriousmedia #zendogtraining #mrjasonconnell #gordonfontaine #pets #puppies #dogoftheday #doglover #ilovemydog #puppylove #animals #doggy #doglife #lovedogs #animal #doglove #bestwoof #mansbestfriend #dogtraining #puppytraining #zen #dog #trainingSend us a text

Rip, Annie's colt, is nine months old, but technically a yearling. He's basically a learning machine with the whole world at his hooves. He loves the indoor arena, and he seems to enjoy our short training sessions too... Desensitizing- touch all over, brush, handle face, ears, belly Horse Report: Getting The Band Back Together https://signin.juliegoodnight.com/articles/horse-report-gettin-the-band-back-together/   Issues From The Ground: Desensitizing To Touch in Sensitive Areas https://signin.juliegoodnight.com/articles/free-articles/issues-from-the-ground-desensitizing-to-touch-in-sensitive-areas/   Tantrums and emotional meltdowns in Horses https://signin.juliegoodnight.com/articles/back-from-the-brink-managing-emotional-meltdowns-in-horses/   Leading—come with me, rate speed, can't run away. Lead Line Leadership Course Issues From The Ground: Rearing When Leading https://signin.juliegoodnight.com/articles/training-advice/issues-from-the-ground-rearing-when-leading/ How to Get a 5-Star Rating from your Farrier https://signin.juliegoodnight.com/articles/how-to-get-a-5-star-rating-from-your-farrier/   September 2021 Horse Report https://signin.juliegoodnight.com/articles/september-2021-horse-report/ Lipping, Nipping, Biting: https://signin.juliegoodnight.com/articles/free-articles/julies-blog/off-to-a-good-start/  

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For this ep of my podcast Apt. 5B we're chopping it up about the cardinal hip hop sin...biting! We're talking about the 1st time we heard about biting, why it was a sin back in the 80's and 90's but no so much anymore, the top 5 worse biting incidents and we look at a couple of examples of the difference between biting vs. influence! Just another DOOOOOOOOOPE ep y'all and don't forget to subscribe to our Youtube channel and check us out wherever you listen to your fave podcasts at!@Kil889www.willmakebeatsforfood.com

The Fairfield Trojans, supported by key local sponsors, recently delivered an exhilarating win against Mount Pleasant, marking their second victory against this long-standing rival. In an episode filled with strategic insights, Coach Perkins discusses crucial game highlights, including standout performances and high-pressure moments that led to their recent successes. The episode also delves into the team dynamics and friendships that have fueled their triumphs this season. Ahead of the playoffs, Coach Perkins offers a deep dive into the Trojans' upcoming challenges against formidable opponents, analyzing their strategies and aspirations for the postseason. Discover how the team is preparing to face Clear Creek Amana and Mount Vernon, understanding the competition, and harnessing their strengths for further success. Additionally, Coach Perkins shares a heartfelt appreciation for the team's journey and the community's unwavering support throughout their development into formidable contenders.

"Israel"; The "Way" of "Love thy neighbor"; The grace of Pharaoh; Bondage of obligation; Sophistry; Hebrew written language; Pictorial symbols; Alphabet; Letters with meaning; Brothers in prison; Karma; "El" = god; Ruling judges; Making covenants with the world; Joseph's charade; Jacob to Israel; Subjugation by name; Corruption; Wrath of God; Seeing truth about ourselves; Deeds of Jacob's sons; 1 Samuel commander-in-chief; Cultural degeneration; Social safety net; Predators; Genocide; Who's your protector?; Yod = divine spark; Corruption; Draining the swamp?; Ruling over your neighbor; Becoming Israel; Gen 44:1; Rewarding good with evil; Getting his brothers to think; Sloth; Things we refuse to see; Self-determination; Self-reflection; Christian workers of iniquity; Cheating your brothers; Judah's repentance; Present danger; Spiritual introspection; Sureties; Judah's plea; Doing right by our father; Imparting understanding; Tree of Life; Drawing brothers into admission; Seeking to be Israel; Hiding from light = self-destruction; Seeing the error of your way; Altar of the Red Heifer; Sacrifice; "Leaven"; Oppression; Saul's folly; Taking right to choose from your neighbor; Covetousness = idolatry; Are you taking advantage of others?; Cities of blood; Biting one another; Strengthening society; One Purse?; Gen 44:32; Wrestling *with* the power of God; Seeing through the veil; Voluntary sacrifice; Inspiration; Debt; The Spirit of Israel; Legislating repentance?; Freewill offerings; vs Socialism; Following Christ; Doing the will of the father; Becoming merchandise; Repentance?; The song of Moses; Hearing the cries of your brothers; Individual salvation; Seek righteousness.

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I found true love while participating in one of my hometown's little known, but deeply cherished local traditions.Based on a post by SquattingEagle. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. Island folklore.Hi, I'm Jethro, I'm nineteen years old and I live with my parents and two younger sisters on one of the small islands off the east coast of Ireland. Although, to be truthful, that's where I used to live, as I'm currently spending most of my days on the mainland, attending university. But the island will always be home to me and once I've graduated, I'll surely go back. There's just something special about life on a small, isolated island like ours that simply can't be found anywhere else.Until the day I'll return to the island for good, I can only try to visit home as often as I could, which is nowhere near as often as I wanted. You see, merely driving from the campus to the harbor would take at least four hours. If traffic was heavy, five or six hours was more likely. And that was just the first part of the journey. From there on, the only way to the island was by a three-hour boat trip. Weather permitting, this boat shuttled back and forth three times a day. Bad weather, however, was liable to keep the ferry moored at the harbor for days at a time, especially during the stormy autumn and winter months.While this remoteness was a bit of a pain to me now, the isolation was also what made our island unique, and is therefore essential to the story I am about to tell you.As you can imagine, our community is largely self-reliant and very much independent of the mainland. It's been like that for centuries, and even modern technology had not been able to change that. According to the tourist board, our 'picturesque island' houses about 19,000 people, and over 50,000 sheep that roam the fields and forests. Apparently, we are ‘known for our own unique and age-old traditions', most of which are in some way connected to our ‘long lineage of brave fishermen' and dedicated to ‘the men who sailed stormy seas to bring home nothing but the finest fresh fish'.While most of our local festivities do indeed involve the sea and its bounties in one way or another, one was quite unlike all the others. That particular day is known as Linus Day, and it is probably the most cherished of all our traditions. Linus Day is celebrated each year on the day of the first new moon in spring and got its name after a nobleman that featured in one of the local legends. It was because of this holiday that I had decided to skip my classes and visit home for a couple of days.The Legend of Linus.A long time ago, there lived on the island a man named Linus. As the story goes, he was a wealthy nobleman who had everything his heart could desire. Good looks, lots of money, a luxurious home and scores of friends. His good fortune seemed complete when he met a beautiful girl with a smile that brought sunlight to a rainy day. He quickly fell in love with her and within weeks of their first meeting, he asked her to be his wife. She gladly accepted his proposal and a huge wedding feast was announced. Everyone on the island was invited.Unknown to Linus, his fair young fiancée wasn't the only one who had fallen for his handsome looks and charming personality. There was another woman, one who was deeply scorned when she learned of his betrothal. On the evening before the wedding, this other woman paid the nobleman an unannounced visit. She warned him that his fiancée was not his true love, and that he should marry her instead. When Linus replied that she was mistaken and that there was nothing she could do to change his mind, the woman burst out in anger. In a fit of rage, she summoned the ancient spirits and put a curse on the bride-to-be.Before storming out the door, the enraged woman swore that if Linus did not call off the wedding, his bride would be turned into a sheep and be cursed to roam the island among the other animals for the remainder of her life. Only if Linus could prove his love for the girl was true, would he be able to lift the curse.Linus was a judicious man and in too good a mood to let the woman's angry ravings ruin his day, and quickly forgot the entire incident. However, the next morning, on the day of the wedding, the young bride was reported missing. The townsfolk searched the whole island and left no stone unturned, but the girl was nowhere to be found. It was then that Linus recalled the woman's angry words, and fear struck his heart. He ran into the fields and scrutinized every herd on the island, desperately looking for his lost fiancée among the sheep. He searched all day, but the animals all looked and sounded the same. Devastated, he returned home.Before long, people started talking about the nobleman's increasingly eccentric behavior. He hired a dozen huntsmen and ordered them to shoot all the wolves and wild cats on the island. Once that was done, he had all his lands converted into pastures and bought many acres more, only to let them lay unoccupied, except for a few flocks of sheep. He subsequently declared that no-one on the island was to ever lay a finger on the animals and assured the people he would repay all damages caused by them.Even his friends and family believed he had lost his mind when Linus then sold his wealthy home and became a shepherd, living in a wooden shed. The years went by and the nobleman spent a fortune doing everything he could to protect the island's ever-growing population of sheep. His resources were diminishing fast, but still he managed to feed and shelter the animals throughout one of the longest and harshest winters the people on the island had ever witnessed. At last springtime arrived, and on the night of the first new moon he lay in his shack, alone, cold and hungry. He had lost absolutely everything, every penny he owned, his mansion and his scores of friends. Everything but his looks and the thousands of animals he cared so deeply for.On that first moonless night in spring, though he himself was starving, he gave his last piece of bread to one of the sheep that took refuge with him in the shack. Then, as he watched the animal devour the dry morsel of bread, it suddenly shed its thick coat and from under the layer of wool emerged a beautiful young woman. It was none other than his long-lost fiancée, his one true love. By sacrificing absolutely everything he had, Linus had finally managed to lift the curse.Reunited at last, Linus and his fiancée were married the very next day. The news quickly spread throughout island and the townsfolk now arranged to host a feast for the impoverished nobleman and his beautiful bride. Together they built them a new house in the fields, where the couple lived happily ever after. Linus and his wife had six children, all beautiful girls with blonde, curly hair like that of a newborn lamb, a trait that was still prevalent on our island to this day.As the story goes, it was this legendary wedding feast that the people hosted for the nobleman and his wife that evolved into the local holiday now known as Linus Day, and it is still dedicated to that ancient couple's true love.Although you won't find it mentioned in any of the tourist board's leaflets, the legend of Linus was also linked to another, more obscure, but equally cherished tradition. This tradition was commonly referred to as Sheep-shaggin'.On the evening before Linus Day, all the young and unmarried women would dress up as sheep and hide in the woods or fields. Then, as soon as the sun had set, the men would go out as well. If they were in a relationship, it was their task to find their girlfriends and if they did, their love was supposedly destined to be true.The festival of sheep-shaggin' was arguably even better for those who were not in a committed relationship. If you were a single guy, tradition allowed you to go into the forest and have sex with as many dressed-up girls as you could find. All night long, all single and willing females were considered fair game. And better still, the complete darkness of the new moon and absence of electric lights practically ensured complete anonymity, if that's what you desired. It was understood that even a total loser could get lucky on sheep-shaggin'.Me, I was not a total loser and furthermore, I was in a serious, albeit waning, relationship. This night, like every other sheep-shaggin' for the last three years, my girlfriend Amanda was somewhere out there waiting for me, but tonight I had not been able to find her. I had been searching the dark woods and desolate fields for ages and looked for her in all the places that used to mean something to us, yet I was still wandering alone. I had run into several dressed-up girls in various locations, but none of the lambs proved to be my true love.In a way, it was indicative of our relationship; I just did not know what Mandy was thinking anymore. After we finished high school almost a year ago, I left the island to attend college while she chose to stay behind and find a job. Although we telephoned almost every day and I did my best to be with my girlfriend as much as possible, our relationship had been going downhill ever since. Especially over the last few months she had changed, becoming more and more detached from me. Whatever remained between us now was purely physical. I mean, the sex we had was still great, but at times it felt more like she was an escort than a girlfriend.A month ago, my friend Dave told me that he had heard that Mandy was making new friends and seeing other guys. A few days later I had confronted her, and we had a big fight, during which she vehemently denied the accusation. The subsequent make-up sex was spectacular, and maybe I was a bit too eager to believe her after that. But it didn't seem so far-fetched to me now. In fact, it would explain a lot.It was pitch dark. The only light around was from the few ships far away on the ocean and the millions of tiny stars above me. A gentle breeze rolled in from the sea, dragging thin, ghostly shards of fog into the valleys. I was shivering. Although the vast stretches of water surrounding the island provided us with moderate temperatures all year round, it was quite chilly tonight. It was unlikely anyone would be hiding here on these inhospitable beaches, least of all Mandy, who absolutely despised the cold. I left the dewy shores behind me and directed my search more inland. As I moved on to higher grounds, the climate improved greatly, but still I couldn't seem to shake off the cold.It wasn't the weather though, that caused my discomfort. The duffle coat I was wearing was thick enough to keep me warm, but no amount of wool could keep the chill from my heart. What I really needed to fend off the cold were a loving pair of arms around me, and a supple, warm body to cuddle and caress. Unfortunately, apart from those few twinkling lights far away on the ocean, there wasn't a single sign of human life around.As I strode on, the dead silence of the night was broken by the sound of church bells tolling in the distance. It was twelve o'clock, which meant I had fruitlessly traversed the fields and forests for some two hours now. Who knows what would happen tonight. Spending this much time searching the island was proof of my love for Mandy, right? And maybe when I finally kissed her lips, she'd turn back into the girl I used to know and forever be my true love.On the other hand, if it didn't happen tonight, we might as well break up. Part of me was already willing to accept that I wasn't going to find her and take it as a sign that Mandy was not my true love after all. Though the idea of going home surely was tempting, it wasn't in my nature to quit this easily. I could not give up the search until I had examined every place that had some kind of special meaning or memory to us, no matter how insignificant. I pushed my hands deeper into my pockets and walked on, feeling more and more morose and pessimistic with every step I took.Another hour later, I was just about to throw in the towel. I had checked every site I could think of that had some memory attached to it, and for the last twenty minutes I had been wandering around aimlessly. I knew it was time give up, go home and seriously rethink our relationship. But which way was home? Looking around, I had to admit that I was lost. All I knew was that I was in the middle of a large hayfield, surrounded by a vast, empty darkness. With no recognizable landmarks anywhere in sight, the only thing I could do was to keep walking and hope to eventually stumble across some point of reference to point me home.As I cut across the field, my path was blocked by one of the old rock wall borders that haphazardly divided up the fields. With no particular direction to go, I walked along the border to wherever it was leading. A couple of hundred yards further on, I saw something moving in the darkness, something grey or white. By now, most of the girls would have been taken home by their lovers, whether old or new, and only a girl who was truly dedicated to her love would still be around. The figure seemed to be a little too big to be a stray sheep, it could be a dressed-up girl. Who knew, maybe this time I was lucky.As I closed in on the creature, the sound of my footsteps alerted it to my presence. The way it moved was like a girl, not like a sheep. With new hope, I walked toward the girl. A soft, hesitating bleat soon confirmed my suspicion as she greeted the stranger approaching her from the dark. I was still a couple of feet away, but I already knew this girl wasn't Mandy. She had the right kind of curly blond hair, but her girlish figure was too small, too lithe and her voice too soft and kind. I bend over and kissed her anyway. Her lips were soft and warm. Her scent and the touch of her lips made me thirst for more. Sadly, our kiss ended all too soon.I held the girl in my arms, delaying the moment I had to let go of this little lamb and head back into the cold and lonely darkness. I really wished this lamb was the girl I was looking for. Though I had no idea who she was, I felt a strange connection with her. If I wasn't supposed to be looking for someone else, I would have loved to stay. The girl must have thought the same thing, because as I was hesitating to let her go, the blonde pressed her lips once more against mine and gave me another kiss. A little shy she opened her mouth and licked my lips. Knowing I shouldn't, I opened my mouth anyway.Had that first kiss merely been a traditional and rather impersonal greeting, this second kiss was something completely different. Tender. Intense. Playful. Inquisitive. Sensual.It is hard to describe how much I enjoyed kissing this girl. But, although our second kiss lasted a whole lot longer than the first, it too had to end sometime, whether I wanted it to or not. When our lips disconnected, my head was spinning and my search for Amanda suddenly seemed a lot less important than before. Before she released me from her embrace, the girl gave me one last peck on the lips. Then she got down on all fours again, and went back to her role as a sheep, like she was supposed to.“Little lamb, could you be my true love?” I asked the customary question.I was unsure of how she would react. I didn't even know how I wanted her to react. Had she been my true love, she would now get on her feet and take off her costume, then whisper “yes” and kiss me once more. If she was waiting for someone else, then she'd look away and bleat again. Secretly, I was hoping for option number three. If this girl was single and willing, she would now present me her rear for some more anonymous, casual fun.The girl remained silent. Still on all fours, she hesitated for a few moments and then, finally, she moved. My heart rejoiced as she turned around; not only was the girl still single, she was single and willing. Even though I couldn't accept what she had to offer, it was a relief to know that somewhere on this island there was a sweet girl that wanted me. She brushed impatiently against my leg, like a playful lamb. As if her intentions weren't clear enough, she then grabbed my hand and placed it under her skirt, between her legs.I wavered. The smooth skin of her inner thigh was soft and warm, and it felt dangerously good. The only thing that kept me from ravishing this lovely little lamb on the spot was a deep-rooted moral obligation to my girlfriend. For a guy in a relationship, kissing other girls was permissible during sheep-shaggin', but anything beyond that was still considered cheating. But what if I wasn't in a relationship anymore? It would be a shame if I passed up this lovely lamb because of a misplaced sense of loyalty to a girlfriend who was nowhere to be found tonight. A girlfriend who I was just about finished with anyway, and who in all likelihood had been cheating on me for weeks, if not months.I was fighting a losing battle with myself. The frustrations of this long, lonesome night and the doubt that had grown over the last months got the better of me. I knew the right thing was to stay faithful to Mandy and leave before I did something I'd regret later, but no matter how hard my conscience was ordering me to stop, I simply couldn't. There was something about this sexy little lamb that held me captivated. It was like the spirit of Linus was whispering to me, telling me that this girl and I belonged together.While my conscience was still battling my carnal desire for this girl, my hand had begun moving on its own, drawn like a magnet towards that wonderful place high up between her legs. I was so close to her pussy now, I could feel the heat radiating from it. The lamb bleated impatiently and spread her legs even more, granting me full access to her fiery sex. As she was moving, I felt something tickle my wrist. I knew it was something other than her skirt, but didn't have the time to find out what it was, because an instant later my fingers encountered a downy patch of hair and then a very, very aroused pussy. She gasped as my thumb slid between the slick and delicate female petals and traced her little treasure from the tiny bead of her clit to the tight hole beneath her puckered ass.She pushed back against my hand and gently rocked her hips as I played with her pussy. While my hand moved up, her ass moved down and the tip of my thumb lodged itself into her opening. While I was still hesitating, she immediately pushed back, and her vagina hungrily accepted the intruding digit. She was tight but wet, and I entered her smoothly. My thumb was enveloped by her moist heat. I pulled it out a little and then pushed back in, gently squeezing her juicy peach between my fingers.The girl groaned sexily as I explored and played with her pussy. Getting her this horny was in itself very gratifying, but I knew it was only a prelude to what the night held for us. By now, there was only one thing on my mind, and that was bringing this nightly encounter to a mutually satisfying end. I was determined to give us a good start by making her cum first. Guided by her reactions, I quickly learned what excited her most. When I slowly pushed my thumb in and out of her pussy and rapidly rubbed her swollen clit with my finger at the same time, I knew I had struck gold. Her moaning quickened and then she bucked her hips as her orgasm took control of her body.The way her tight pussy had been squeezing my thumb when she came was unreal. I could only imagine how incredible it would feel to have those muscles work on my cock. I could take her right now if I wanted, while she was still in the throes of her climax. All I had to do was drop my pants, aim for penetration, and we'd be fucking. As much as I looked forward to doing exactly that, something was holding me back. It wasn't my girlfriend. It was the notion that this girl was special, someone who deserved much more than a rushed, anonymous shag in the dark. While I couldn't do much about the anonymous part, there was nothing that could stop me from taking my time with this girl.Knowing I was going to have sex with the lamb in due course, I first sought to taste her kiss again. I kneeled down next to her and pulled her into my arms. She was still panting when our lips met, but as my tongue slipped between her lips, it was eagerly greeted by her own. She truly was a great kisser. She displayed a tenderness and enthusiasm that I just couldn't get enough of, and despite us being complete strangers, her kisses had the distinct taste of something I had been missing for a long time; genuine desire and sincere affection.After another lengthy and passionate kiss, I was starved for air and feeling drunk on the little lamb's lips. I opened my eyes, half expecting to be greeted by the most beautiful girl with the sweetest smiling face, but all I could see was the faint silhouette of a girl with blonde curls and wearing what most likely was a pair of sheep's ears. She still had her arms draped around my neck and her face was mere inches from mine, yet almost invisible in the moonless night. I was staring deeply into her eyes, trying to establish what color they might be. She was gazing back into mine, possibly wondering the same thing.She leaned forward again and tenderly placed another one of those soft pecks on my lips. Though still passionate and intense, the message behind this kiss was again completely different than before. With this kiss the girl told me that she was ready to move on.“I want you” she whispered, in case her kiss had failed to deliver its message.Despite the obviousness of her statement, my heart skipped a beat when I heard her say those words. I grabbed her ass and lifted her in my lap. Without wasting another second, she moved her hands down my chest and began to work on my pants. Regardless of the rather awkward position and the lack of visual guidance, she managed to undo my belt buckle and open my fly. She reached into my boxers and pulled my penis out of my pants.She closed her fingers around my engorged cock and ran her hand up and down the shaft. An appreciative moan escaped her lips as she felt up my manhood. My cock was as big and hard as it had ever been, and I was glad I lived up to her expectations. I lifted my ass off the ground and she worked my pants a little further down my legs. She then re-straddled my lap and sat down with her hot, naked buns on my bare legs. With her arms wrapped around my back she scooted forward until her firm breasts were pressed against my chest. We kissed again.While the girl was seated in my lap, she unzipped her pleated skirt and took it off. She hugged me even tighter and pressed her pussy against the underside of my cock. My hands were holding her naked ass, cradling and fondling the firm round buttocks. I was fully aware that if I lifted her just an inch or two into the air, my cock would be poised for penetration, and that I would only have to lower her again to be inside her. From the impatient way she was dry-humping me, I knew she must be thinking something similar. The downy fur on her cushiony mound tickled my shaft as she rubbed against my throbbing erection. Every now and then she would tilt her hips a little and her pussy would give my cock and balls a hot, wet kiss.It was around that time that I discovered what had been tickling the back of my hand earlier¬. Tied around the girl's slim waist was a small ribbon, and attached to it was a woolen tail, a sheep's tail to complement the ears on the headband in her hair and the black make-up on the the tip of her nose and upper lip. I let the soft, furry tail run tail through my fingers. It was only a little detail, but I liked it. While I was wondering what other surprises this girl had in store for me, she grabbed my hand and slipped something in it. It was a square wrapper with jagged edges and a flexible, ring-shaped object inside. I easily recognized what it was; a condom.Thinking straight had become an impossibility, it was like my body had already chosen for me. The blood had drained from my brain and inflated my cock, which by now was so hard, it felt like it was going to explode if I didn't get inside this girl soon. With trembling hands, I tore open the package and pulled out the condom. I could hardly see my own hands, but I managed to put it on. Nothing was gonna stop us now.The girl rose onto her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck to steady herself as she lowered herself down onto my lap. My cock needed no guidance to find its goal. Like a heat-seeking missile, it homed in on its target and pierced her smoldering pussy. She inhaled sharply as the tip of my cock parted her lips and penetrated her inner sanctum.She held still for a moment with my cock an inch or so inside her pussy. I could feel her struggle to take me in. I know I'm no porn star, but I have nothing to complain about when it comes to size, particularly in circumference. The girl discovered this when she reached inside my boxers earlier and now she knew what it was like to feel it inside her. She was very tight, but I don't think I was hurting her too much, and if I did, it didn't stop her.Finally, the girl was sitting in my lap, having accepted every inch I had to offer. She sat still for a moment as she needed a little time to get used to having her intimate tissues stretched by my cock. Her pussy was deliciously hot and wet, and incredibly tight. I could feel the muscles of her vagina ripple and twitch, trying to contract around my cock. Even without moving, being inside her was nothing short of sensational. Finally, she sighed contently and kissed me again. It was only a quick kiss, merely a nonverbal way of conveying her appreciation. I wanted to kiss her back and return the compliment, but she was gone again.The girl rose onto her knees, taking nearly all of her weight off my lap and started to move. At first she was only rocking her hips, but it wasn't long before she progressed to moving her entire body up and down along the length of my cock. Each time she went up, the muscles in her already tight vagina grabbed my shaft, as if her body was reluctant to let me go. Then she'd come down again, and the silky tissues eagerly yielded and sucked me back in, making soft squishy noises as she dropped in my lap. I renewed my grip on her butt and thrust up into the delightful depths of the horny little lamb on each downward movement. Our bodies instinctively found the right tempo and soon we were truly fucking. The memories of my missing girlfriend were fading fast, hopefully to be replaced with new memories the girl and I would make tonight.Having sex with this stranger filled a need inside me I didn't even know I had. It is difficult to describe, but it was beyond mere animal lust, it somehow transcended my physical needs. I know it sounds cliché, but it was like our souls were meant to be together, like she was a part of me, and I was part of her. Until tonight I would never have guessed I was incomplete, but now I suddenly was whole, and it felt good.After riding my cock for some time, it became evident the girl began to tire. She tried to continue at the same pace, but inevitably had to slow down and ultimately stopped moving altogether. She draped her arms around my neck and moved in for another hot kiss. I could hear and feel her rapid breathing as her lips sought mine. Then, as our lips met, she leaned back and pulled me along with her until she was lying on her back on the ground, and I was on top of her.Now that we were lying in a missionary position, it was up to me to do most of the work, but she wasn't just lying there. She had her ankles locked behind my back and pushed her pussy up at me with every thrust. I was penetrating her much deeper now. My cock regularly bumped into the end of her pussy, but she didn't show any signs of discomfort. All she did was beg me to go harder, faster and deeper as she raced towards another orgasm.I gladly complied. Spurred on by her whimpered pleas I fucked her as hard as I dared. A minute later her supple body stiffened, and with a loud gasp, she came. She tightened her arms and legs around me, clutching me with all her might. Her hips bucked as a series of powerful tremors chased through her body. It was a good thing she had made me wear the condom, or else I would have blown my load that instant. It was only because of the slightly reduced sensitivity that I was able to keep fucking her throughout her entire orgasm, stretching and intensifying it until she couldn't handle any more and fell on the ground, begging me to stop.I held the girl in my arms while she kept cumming. She had both her arms around my back and was holding me tightly. Even without me fucking her, her orgasm seemed to go on, as ever diminishing series of contractions continued to milk my cock for over a long time after that first powerful wave of contractions. All this time I lay on top of her, cuddling and caressing her while she slowly regained her senses. The girl's lithe body was so much smaller than mine that I was afraid I'd crush her underneath my body, but every time I tried to move, she clung onto me and pulled me back.Finally, her eyes opened, and she giggled apologetically, as if she was embarrassed for letting herself go like that. She nuzzled my face and sought my lips wit hers. Our mouths met, and she slipped her tongue slipped between my lips. Once again, I was struck by how great a kisser this girl was. Her tongue led the dance in our mouths in a way that was unlike any girl‘s I had ever met. Compared to her I was sluggish, slow and inept, but if I in any way failed to meet her expectations, she didn't show. Her kiss and the taste of her lips were like a drug, and I was becoming hopelessly addicted.With our lips pressed together and locked in intimate embrace, we rolled around on the ground. I hardly noticed the painfully sharp little rocks and sticks that littered the cold, hard soil, absorbed as I was by her smell and taste and the feel of her body. When we finally had to break off our kiss, I was lying on my back and she was on top again.The girl sat upright and held me pinned down with one hand on my chest as she slowly moved her hips back and forth. After about a dozen of those movements, she moved back a little too far and I slipped out of her pussy. The night air felt cold on my cock as it swung free and slapped wetly against my belly. The girl didn't put me back in, but moved even further down on my legs, reached for my cock and wrapped her hand around the shaft. She grabbed it rather firmly, almost painfully. Despite being an incredible kisser and a wonderful sex partner, the girl wasn't great at giving a handjob. As a matter of fact, it was almost like she didn't know how to jack a guy off at all; she just kind of dug her fingers into the skin and pulled. I was just about to take her hand and guide her movements, when I felt the condom slip. She renewed her grip and then pulled the rubber all the way off.Now that the girl had gotten rid of the thin layer of protective latex that had separated us before, she moved over my lap again and guided my cock back between her silky lips. Her already deliciously hot and tight pussy felt a thousand times hotter and tighter without the protective condom. Its velvety tissues now kissed and cherished every inch of my cock and I could feel the muscles in her tight canal work on my shaft.The girl gave me another quick peck on the lips and whispered, “Better?”I had lost the power to talk. All I could do was grunt. She giggled again and then started to move. Although it was her who was fucking me now, I was in no way just an instrument she used for her own gratification. As she gracefully moved her body up and down, she seemed to intuitively know exactly what gave us both the most pleasure. She alternated long slow strokes with short, quick rocking motions of her hips, steadily building up the pressure, but always slowing down again whenever she sensed I was getting too close to ejaculating.Before long, I could feel she was going to orgasm again. Her breathing quickened, and the graceful movements became more erratic until she stopped bouncing up and down altogether and sat down in my lap, rapidly rocking her hips back and forth. Wet noises sounded as she ground her clit into my pubic bone. Then she froze and with another loud groan she came. She shook and bumped her pussy against my pubis a couple of times and then she fell into my arms, limp and lifeless like a rag doll.Her lips sought mine as she recovered from another exhaustive climax. She was shivering, and I could feel the goosebumps on her damp skin of her back as the tips of my fingers traced the series of bumps of her spine, wandering upwards under her thick sweater. By the time I reached her neck, I realized this lamb wasn't wearing a bra. I retraced my steps and felt her sides, from her arms to her waist, confirming my suspicions. Moving back up via the front, my wandering hands were treated to a delicious pair of firm, naked breasts. I cupped my hands around the two perfectly shaped little orbs. Like everything on her, her breasts were quite petite, barely a handful, but they were delightfully firm and soft and smooth. I could only dream of what these beauties would look like. Were they pale or tanned, did she have small areolas or large? One thing was sure; whatever her breasts looked like, I bet they were spectacular.It was like she was reading my mind, because as I was caressing and exploring her hidden feminine treasures, she grabbed the hem of her sweater and casually pulled it over her head. She flung the thick woolen garment in the air where it disappeared in the darkness. Although I still couldn't see much of her, I now had a naked girl in my lap. I silently cursed the darkness, as I knew I was missing out on a spectacular view. This girl had to have a pair of magnificent tits, perhaps the most beautiful pair ever created, but all I could see was a faint silhouette swaying in my lap.Even though I couldn't see her breasts, fondling them was just as thrilling and there were many more things I could do without sight. My mouth was watering as I envisioned sucking on them. I leaned forward and closed my lips around one of her nipples. I flicked my tongue across the sensitive nub and was rewarded with a sexy groan. Biting softly, I pulled back until the nipple slipped from my mouth and then I latched onto the other one. I spent a lot of time thoroughly teasing and tasting each nipple, the sensitive areolas and the smooth skin surrounding them.All this time my anonymous lover was steadily rocking her hips, and even though her movements were small and subtle, the constant stimulation of my cock pushed me increasingly towards an inevitable orgasm. The feel of her body, the taste of her lips and nipples was simply too intense, too good. My balls drew tight and I whispered I was going to cum. She just whispered ‘yes' and grabbed my shoulder. Like before, she pulled me on top of her and folded her legs around my waist. I thrust into her with all my might as we both raced towards orgasm. The moment I felt the first blast of semen race up my shaft, my mystery lover came too. For an instant, time ceased to exist, and the girl and I were one being, one single body in our own universe made of pure pleasure.We remained together until long after out orgasms ended, locked in a passionate embrace while we were coming down from our sexual high. For what seemed like an eternity I could feel her pussy twitch and clench around my cock, still trying to draw every last drop of semen from my balls. Finally, she relaxed her grasp and opened her eyes. Her lips found my mouth and we exchanged another sweet, tender kiss. I was falling in love with this girl, and I could not stop it. Suddenly, I felt a pressing need to know who she was.There was one big rule at sheep-shaggin'; anonymous sex was anonymous. Until the break of dawn, you did not reveal your identity. It was the one rule you simply were not allowed to break. Telling the girl my name, or asking for hers could possibly offend her, which was the last thing I wanted. The only accepted way to circumvent this taboo was to spend the night together and get properly acquainted in the morning. There was only one problem. I couldn't possibly spend the night with this girl, no matter how much I would have loved to. Not as long as I technically still had a girlfriend.Half an hour ago, I had all but decided to give up the search for Amanda, but now I was once again determined to find her. Although the goal was the same, my motives had changed drastically since I met the girl. Had I first hoped to find Amanda and be reunited with my true love, now I only wanted to make sure there was nothing left to salvage, and then quickly move on with my life, preferably together with this girl.To be continued in part 2, based on a post by SquattingEagle for SexStories.

In a special Mailbag episode of the Wade Keller Pro Wrestling Podcast from five years ago (2-11-2020), PWTorch editor Wade Keller was joined by PWTorch's Bruce Mitchell. They answered mailbag questions on Shayna biting Becky, Drew McIntyre's rising star, Fake Razor & Diesel, Montez Ford's upside, Triple Threat match rules, NXT's demographic challenge and the idea of a college tour to fix it, WWE Network subscriber level if major PPVs were removed, Jerry Lawler's current day commentary, NXT announcers' lack of chemistry lately, and more.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/wade-keller-pro-wrestling-podcast--3076978/support.

Matt Stephens chats to Alex Yee about his illustrious triathlon career, where he became only the second man to win both Olympic gold and the World championship in the same year for the standard distance triathlon. Now his sights are set on running a marathon in 2025, Matt is keen to learn how training is going, and what time he'd be happy to finish with. For a man with a mural of his face in his hometown, you'd expect him to get full marks in the Lewisham quiz… right? Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Kingdom of God; Imagining; Following the gospel; Jews?; Muslim?; Gen 41 - going into bondage; "Leaven"; Oppression; Not to be that way with you; Call no man father; Christ's kingdom at hand; Selfish prayers?; Misusing the bible; Welfare snares; Caring for widows and orphans; Biting one another; Cities of blood; Gen 41 review; Setting the people free; Gen 42:1; Famine; Climate change; Grain transaction; 70 people?; Dearths; tables; Spoiling children; "Religion"; Gen 37:5 - Joseph's dreams; Having more than one wife; "Sun" and "Moon" ideas/symbols; Remembering the dream; "Nakedness"; "Altars"; Seeing Holy Spirit; Brothers in darkness; Selling your brother into bondage; Why hesitate?; Forgiveness?; Repetition; Testing for truth; Conversion with brothers; Time to ponder; v21 thoughts?; "anguish" = "distress" = tsedek-resh; Lack of union; Welfare sources; Legal charity - communism - socialism; Righteousness?; Saul syndrome; Why didn't they tell you?; Real men; Real women; Noahide laws; Repentance; Biting one another; Sense of Joseph; Saving the brothers; "Red Heifer"; Treaties; Hearing the cries of your brothers; Volunteerism; Bearing arms?; "afraid" - chet-resh-dalet; Meeting with Jacob; Simeon?; Trusting Pharaoh; Bondage of Egypt; Exemption; Separate ministers; Kingdom welfare; From charity to force; Levites; Draining the swamp - by the people; Foreign aid; Freedom to contribute; vs Tribute; Early trade examples; Whiskey?; Joseph's new name; Devouring neighbor; Joseph in history; Reason for famine?; Forcing neighbor darkens our eyes; Imagining the kingdom; Freedom via a free Church; Saving Simeon; Electing better Sauls?; Repent and go the way of Christ.

In this episode of the Play Therapy Parenting Podcast, I respond to a heartfelt question from Heather, a mom navigating divorce while helping her young child through big emotions and challenging behaviors like aggression and biting. I discuss how changes in relationships—such as a deployed parent, a changing caregiver, or shifting custody arrangements—can deeply impact a child's sense of stability and security. I explain why behaviors like biting and aggression often stem from emotional overwhelm rather than defiance and share practical, child-centered strategies to help guide children through these struggles. I also walk through limit-setting techniques that preserve the parent-child relationship while teaching emotional regulation and self-control. From handling aggression in the moment to reinforcing choices and natural consequences, I provide a clear framework for parents to set boundaries with confidence and consistency. If you're struggling with similar challenges, this episode will give you the tools to respond with empathy, structure, and intentionality. Ask Me Questions:  Call ‪(813) 812-5525‬, or email: brenna@thekidcounselor.com Podcast HQ: https://www.playtherapyparenting.com/ My Newsletter Signup: https://www.playtherapyparenting.com/newsletter/ My Podcast Partner, Gabb Wireless: https://www.playtherapyparenting.com/gabb/ Common References: Landreth, G.L. (2023). Play Therapy: The Art of the Relationship (4th ed.). Routledge. Bratton, S. C., Landreth, G. L., Kellam, T., & Blackard, S. R. (2006). Child parent relationship therapy (CPRT) treatment manual: A 10-session filial therapy model for training parents. Routledge/Taylor & Francis Group.

On this weeks episode of the Slightly Messy Show Mike and Meaghan talk about weird gym behaviors, kinky exploration in the bedroom, and the old man in Mike's closet! 

Uh-oh! Looks like Baby Crocodile was thinking about biting more than just the toy!

Reality is often disappointing, and a 40-point loss to the Celtics at home only accentuates just how far things have fallen for the Warriors.

In this episode, Nikki discusses dealing with puppy biting and chewing and how you can set your dog up for success. Join our Patreon for exclusive reaction videos. Follow us on Social Media! dogspeak101.comdogspeakgeek.thinkific.com

Thanks a ton for supporting RP and tuning into the podcast! Want to get even more jacked? Grab the RP Hypertrophy App for your training, and maximize your gym efforts with the RP Diet Coach App to nail your nutrition. We only back what we use—VersaGrips are a game changer. Snag a pair and save 15% w code MIKE15! https://www.versagripps.com/pages/drmike   0:18 Mike's fav movie 3:30 Michigan winters suck 6:12 Nick's “evil” CEO business group 12:21 Who to ruin your new years goals 13:27 Biting off more than you can chew 23:27 Cutting out food groups 31:09 Discouraged by bumps in the road 33:22 Adding in useless stuff 41:48 No recovery or downtime 46:26 Spending too much time in gym

In the first home game of the 2025 portion of the season, NC State found a way to pull out a 66-65 win over Notre Dame to move back to .500 in ACC play. The Wolfpack (9-6, 2-2 ACC) got a combined 29 points from Marcus Hill and Jayden Taylor, who finished a combined 5-of-11 on 3-pointers to mount the comeback inside the Lenovo Center. Cory Smith and Miles Masercola look back on the Pack's strong finish, how State's offense ignited in the second half, strong nights for Taylor and Hill, the continued questions about the point guard position and look ahead to Saturday against UNC-Chapel Hill. Watch or listen to the latest Postgame Podcast to get all of that and more!

As a sort of "Re-Boot" for The Leftover Pieces; Suicide Loss Conversations podcast after taking the last 6 weeks of 2024 "off" I am choosing to 'start over' this way .... please listen weekly to Down the Rabbit Hole episodes dropped at the start of each week and / or listen daily to these readings from The Daily Stoic-- nuggets as I call them -- of wisdom passed along from Ryan Holiday. Stephen Hanselman and the ancient Greek Philosophers such as Marcus Aurelius, Epictetus and Seneca. I hope you will do both. I hope you will consider journaling along with me. I hope it provides some inspiration, even motivation to keep going, to how we do what we do, to why we do what we do in moving forward 'after'...I hope it is a tool that you (like me) might find useful in your life after loss by suicide.The following is an excerpt directly from the book -- they are not my words and are placed here as a sample to help you journal. The full book must be purchased to follow along all year. I am ONLY doing this in January (on the podcast).TODAYS READING January 8 - SEEING OUR ADDICTIONSGet your own copy of The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday & Stephen Hanselman**“We must give up many things to which we are addicted, considering them to be good. Otherwise, courage will vanish, which should continually test itself. Greatness of soul will be lost, which can't stand out unless it disdains as petty what the mob regards as most desirable. —SENECA, MORAL LETTERS, 74.12b–13 "What we consider to be harmless indulgences can easily become full-blown addictions. We start with coffee in the morning, and soon enough we can't start the day without it. We check our email because it's part of our job, and soon enough we feel the phantom buzz of the phone in our pocket every few seconds. Soon enough, these harmless habits are running our lives. The little compulsions and drives we have not only chip away at our freedom and sovereignty, they cloud our clarity. We think we're in control—but are we really? As one addict put it, addiction is when we've “lost the freedom to abstain.” Let us reclaim that freedom. What that addiction is for you can vary: Soda? Drugs? Complaining? Gossip? The Internet? Biting your nails? But you must reclaim the ability to abstain because within it is your clarity and self-control." - all above quoted words from the credited to the authors**I hope you are considering journaling along with us in January__________________________________________________________________________Go to my WEBSITE "The Leftover Pieces; Rebuilding You" is support central.PS....The FIRST SESSION of the Legacy Writing Project in 2024 has finished & the last one is under way...GET ON THE LIST NOW for the SINGLE DATE start for 2025For a way to leave a Legacy of your child - GO HEREIf you, or someone you know, is struggling ww suicidal thoughts, reach out:CALL 988   OR, you can also TEXT the word "HOME" to 741741 in the USASupport the showSupport the showSupport the show

Rachel Maddow looks at how Republican overreach in attempting to secure permanent power is already inspiring pro-democracy pushback while the Trump team goon squad fight and grift each other.

This week, in Wiggins, Mississippi, a troubled man keeps getting in trouble with the law, doing increasingly crazy & violent things, even as everyone around tries to help him. He tried to eat a man's face, while in jail, and it gets worse from there. His murder is as absolutely brutal as it is senseless, with some of the strangest circumstances in the history of murder. Will a jury agree that he's insane???Along the way, we find out that goats, lambs & hogs are apparently the same thing, that sometimes, no matter how many people try to help you, it just won't matter, and that using improper tools to do CRAZY murder things are a good indication that you may actually be crazy!!Hosted by James Pietragallo and Jimmie WhismanNew episodes every Thursday!Donate at: patreon.com/crimeinsports or go to paypal.com and use our email: crimeinsports@gmail.comGo to shutupandgivememurder.com for all things Small Town Murder & Crime In Sports!Follow us on...twitter.com/@murdersmallfacebook.com/smalltownpodinstagram.com/smalltownmurderAlso, check out James & Jimmie's other show, Crime In Sports! On Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Amazon Music, Wondery, Wondery+, Stitcher, or wherever you listen to podcasts!See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Megyn Kelly is joined by Spencer Kimball, director of Emerson Polling, to discuss the where the polls show Donald Trump currently in key swing states, which Sun Belt states are best for Trump, how Kamala Harris is looking in the states Biden won in 2020, how Trump is performing in Wisconsin and Michigan, the crucial state of Pennsylvania, whether the polls can be trusted after misses in past cycles, and more. Then BlazeTV's Stu Burguiere, host of "Stu Does America," and Stephen L. Miller, host of the "Versus Media" podcast, join to discuss the current mood among Trump supporters as we approach Election Day, the reasons they should feel encouraged and why they would be feeling anxiety, Trump's garbage truck moment after Biden's "garbage" comment, his hilarious riff about it during his recent rally, Trump's overall authenticity over his career even before he got into politics, the media spinning Biden's "garbage" comment as about an apostrophe or Biden's stutter, their hypocritical double standard, Kamala's latest word salad moment, the media trying to pretend Trump also called Americans garbage, Biden biting babies at the White House during the Halloween party, his history of creepy behavior, and more.Kimball-www.emersoncollegepolling.comBurguiere- https://www.youtube.com/StuDoesAmericaMiller- https://millerversusmedia.substack.com/Done with Debt: https://www.DoneWithDebt.com/Cozy Earth: https://www.CozyEarth/MEGYN.com | code MEGYNGrand Canyon University: https://GCU.eduFollow The Megyn Kelly Show on all social platforms:YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/MegynKellyTwitter: http://Twitter.com/MegynKellyShowInstagram: http://Instagram.com/MegynKellyShowFacebook: http://Facebook.com/MegynKellyShow Find out more information at: https://www.devilmaycaremedia.com/megynkellyshow